Chapter 637: The Realm of Primordials

Rowan did not know the reason for this, but this Will reminded him of his mother.

Yet he did not ruminate on this Will for long as he checked the next one, this Will was powerful, but it was not what he needed. There was a time when he would have picked this Will with no hesitation, disregarding the chance for any greater ones.

That person, that lovely boy had been killed a million times over, and he no longer craved Order, only power. Order and peace were meaningless when they could be simply crushed at the whims of the mighty. There may come a time for peace, but it was not now.

The next Will was a shock to his senses, and even glancing through it was as if he was stabbing both his eyes with burning knives... the pain made Rowan grin, this was power.

The fact that it was Incomplete, and the requirements that stated he needed the Will of a Creature called the Emperor of Nothing did not take the fact away that this was a Will that reached the 8th Dimension! What made Rowan's heart quickened was also the power that was attached to this Will—Oblivion.

As far as he could tell there were very few things that could affect a Primordial and Oblivion was one of them.

This power was used to contain a Primordial as powerful as Chaos, and although Rowan did not understand the divisions between the power of Primordials, there was no way that a Primordial like Chaos was weak, but if this power was enough to contain him, it was enough to show the true potential of it.

This Will acted on his consciousness like a metal filling with a powerful magnet. He heard countless whispers and the roar of an angered Titan who stood against the power of all the universe and challenged a Primordial to battle.

Was this roar coming from the Emperor of Nothing? How powerful must this creature be to challenge a Primordial? Yet nothing from this Will spoke of the power to kill a Primordial, only challenge it. A power he was sure that no one in all the many universes would reject, but there was still more ahead.

Rowan regrettably left it behind, mentally wrenching the burning knives that were this unfathomable Will away from his eyes and proceeded ahead, and his breathing stilled.

His perception shivered and froze in place, like a frightened rat before the gaze of a ravenous serpent. He could barely breathe, or even think, but slowly his perception eased up from the endless pressure as the changes in the Primordial Record continued and the pressure that was being exerted on his senses dramatically reduced.

Without this change, he feared he would have been stuck here for an eternity, unable to move as the power of this Will held him in place, like an insect stuck in amber.

A sense of understanding transferred from the pages of the Primordial Record into his consciousness and told him that he had reached the peak of Wills, this was the realm of Primordials, and nothing else could reach this level, as this Will touched the 9th Dimension. The peak of existence, a plane that even the greatest of powers in the universe could not confirm even existed.

His perception was dragged to the Will and he gaped in shock and awe.

Incomplete Will of Time and ????.

Rowan did not remember the last time his Primordial Record had issues understanding a concept. What was the hidden concept besides the Will of Time?

He sent a burst of queries about the unknown attachment to this incomplete Will of Time towards the Primordial Record, and the reply he received was jumbled, almost too confusing to understand, but an echo of familiarity tugged at his consciousness...

The echo touched something deep within him and Rowan frowned in hatred and irritation.

That echo it seemed was all the Primordial Record needed to create a connection with him and he shuddered as knowledge filled his consciousness.

A 9th Dimensional Domain Will was unique, it could only be claimed by a Primordial, and the fact that he had access to a Will of this level meant it was linked to him, and the only other powerful being he knew that was intrinsically connected to him that could potentially carry the powers of a Primordial was his father.

There could only be a singular Will like this, and the fact that the Primordial Record could show it to him meant it could be claimed. Has his father lost his Mantle? Why would his Will be unclaimed? Guess whatever the Primordials did to him really destroyed nearly every single power he controlled, but like a headless snake with an impossible amount of vitality, the bastard just refused to die.

'Will of Time,' Rowan muttered in his heart, the darkness that always enshrouded his father's place in his heart slowly fading away.

'What would you do Father, if I took away not just your power, but also your Will?'

It was stupidly difficult for Rowan to hold himself back from taking this Will at this instant. No matter what happened this was a Will that led to the Primordial Realm, it was the greatest power that could be found in all of existence, and it was before his reach.

To sweeten this deal, this power belonged to his greatest enemy.

Everything else collapsed before him, and only the allure of this power held his attention. It was almost like a thirsty man finding an oasis. Something deep inside him made it known that this power was his birthright, and he should seize it.

The only thing that kept Rowan rational was the fact that he knew two more choices were waiting for him, and he would be incredibly unwise if he did not see what was there to offer.

The other thing was that the entire picture behind this Will has not been revealed. A portion of it was grayed out, that was an unknown, and in dealing with power of this nature and magnitude, the unknown could not be taken lightly.

Rowan also knew that he could not simply acquire the full power of this Will at once, even if selected, he needed the eyes of what? His father? How could he acquire something like that at this time or anytime in the future? If the corpse of his father remained it would be under the watchful eyes of the Primordial, making it impossible for him to bring the Will to its peak.