The Primordial Record
chapter-984

"This is good, this moment here with her is everything, I will not allow it to end, she will not leave me again, I now have power, I have broken a universe, why can I not have everything I want?"

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Rowan held his mother for a while, he allowed himself to forget for the moment of the person he had become and turned to the young boy of five who ran in a forest of endless green. It was the few memories he had of that time, and he held them close to his heart.

He closed his eyes and his senses slowed down, as the world in his perception slowed to a crawl, even the light from the setting sun was still. The pulse emerging from his eyes that ran into tens of millions every second began to wind down until it was left with only a single pulse.

This single pulse seemed to be everlasting, it wrapped around Rowan and his mother in a protective cocoon, it was as if he was not willing to let a single moment pass him by and so he wrapped them in a single pulse that would stand forever if that was what he wished for.

After learning of Spirit Emanations, he began taking steps to protect his secrets better, and one of the methods he had derived was this process. He had used the incredible perceptive power of the Primordial Ouroboros to isolate his surroundings. With a single pulse from his eyes causing the sensitivity of his vision to reach an impossible degree, it would be supremely difficult for anything to get past him without his notice. As far as he could tell the Primordial Ouroboros was unique, and so too was its perceptive abilities, and it would be difficult for an outside party to fool it without his knowledge.

Although he knew that he had been left alone with his mother, Rowan was taking no chances. It was Elura who placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back a little, and she looked at Rowan's face, for a while even she was amazed at his appearance, but it did not take long for her to peer beyond his beauty and bright eyes to see the pain and tiredness inside him.

He was capable of bearing the heaviest weight in the universe, but it did not mean that they did not leave scars and the pressure did not build up, it was only the fact that Rowan was growing too fast for the pressure to catch up to him.

All the horrors he had faced, all his battles, and the places and events he had witnessed were a heavy burden, and he added more to the pile every day, but he was always getting stronger, suppressing them all inside his consciousness that never stopped growing.

No one else could see the scars and the traces of the battle he had fought, even Rowan was only dimly aware of them, his power placed him on a constant high, and he would either reach the top in a single stretch or he would crash and burn.

His mother was the only one who could look beyond his power and beauty because she was not searching for all those when she looked at him. She was looking for his heart, and she saw that it was tired and broken.

Rowan was an abomination of endless potential, battered and broken, his body leaps forward, building on his scars. He had never stopped.

Elura swallowed, not allowing the tears that wanted to fall to escape her eyes, "When was the last time you slept Romion?"

Rowan appeared surprised by the question and then he smiled, "I don't need to sleep mother, why should I perform an activity that is useless? I have slept, twice, and I have dreamed my last dream, his name is Andar, you would have loved him, Mother. I have reached the point where such a grace is no longer my burden."

Elura rolled her eyes, "You are the only one who would call sleep a burden. Nonsense, I bet even the Primordials themselves need sleep, you need to sleep, but the problem…"

Biting her lips she whispered as she touched his cheeks, "...is that you could never find the right place for you to lay your head. Of all my children, you feel too much and love too deeply, and so your weariness runs too deep."

Rowan looked away, how could he tell her that he was now soulless? The things she thought she saw in him no longer existed, and if he ever slept, nothing waited for him but dreams filled with madness and monsters, his reflection in the mirror,

"I think I would know what I need better than you in this particular matter, Mother."

"Hahaha, did you know you said the same thing to me when you were a child? Don't believe me? Here let me show you."

With a wave of her hand, the space around them rippled as reality shifted and they appeared in a forest, Elura had twisted reality to show him her memories, weaving it with a profound application of Aetherium that would place whatever he faced on the Twilight Bridge to shame and would make what the Third Prince and the rest did to be nothing but child's play.

Looking back, the most his enemies had been able to do was empower their attacks and shoot out Aetherium bolts. What Elura just did went beyond anything he had witnessed. If he had been fighting his mother on that bridge as a mortal, without bringing out his big guns, he would not last a second.

This thought did not distract him for long as the new reality drew his attention because for all intent and purposes, Elura had just brought him back in time to a dead universe that was an impossible distance away.

The air had changed and overhead there were thirteen moons that covered the sky, all of them emitting different hues of light that made this area shimmer with splendor. Massive winged beasts flew overhead making loud calls as they migrated to distant regions. It was night, but the lights from the thirteen moons left the surroundings to be as bright as daylight.

This world was Trion, and although its roots were corrupted, at this time, it was beautiful and lush due to the presence of Elura who made the entire world a place where miracles flow. Her Aura filled the entire planet with light and life, and in this world, it was almost as if anything was possible.

Something zoomed past, and Rowan turned his head to follow it and discovered that it was a five-year-old chubby boy with green eyes and curly green hair and clothes made from fur, his laughter pursuing his running figure that was pushing through the forest with a speed that was faster than sound.

"Romion, get back here, your mother has been calling for you for an entire year!"

The young child clearly had power but lacked control because he stumbled at the unexpected sound and at the speed he was moving, his body created a long furrow through the earth as he blasted through dozens of gigantic trees shattering them into splinters before his body bounced against the ground and he was slammed into a small hill, shattering it to pieces.