At the roots of the Tree of Life, which surrounded a vast area that connected all of reality and the Abyss, with links to light and darkness and the many fundantal forces of creation and destruction, an expansive green sea resided, whose volu was enough to flood all of known reality, the mory of the sleeping Primordial Life. It was tranquil, and no waves passed across its endless expanse, but for the faint green mist that arose from it, there were rumors that if soone could watch the flowing mist for long, they might be able to decipher so particularly deep enlightennt on the application of Life Aether.
The sleep of a Primordial was quite different from any life in existence, both mortal and immortal, due to the weight of their existence being so vast that their re waking thoughts would reshape reality on a vast scale. In the Primordial Era, the weight of existence was different, there had been Primordial Essence floating through the fabrics of reality, deeply intertwined with it, and it was this Essence that gave all of reality the foundations to hold the weight of a Primordial, however, at the end of the Primordial Era, every single drop of pure Primordial Essence had been harvested and shared amongst themselves, what was left was a lesser form of energy Aether, and energy like that was like air when Primordials were ant to walk on tal, it could not support them.
Victims of their own success, whether by accident or design, the Primordials could no longer roam reality, because by their actions they had weakened it to such an extent that their Era was gone, and no one else would be able to see their glory again, and they could only fall into a deep slumber where nothing could awaken them except the end of reality itself.
They did not fear for the safety of reality or their domains since no Primordial Essence was floating around; the chance that there would be any powerful Old Ones going against them was reduced to nearly zero, for only an infinite power source could be used to fight against beings who could only be regarded as infinite themselves.
It was the reason they could make plans that could last across countless minor eras without fearing that those arrangents could be broken for there were no powers left in existence that could threaten the balance they had created, and yet that was changing, as the Primordials arrangents were slowly coming to a fruition, and it was largely unknown the direction that the future held.
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At the mory of Primordial Life, the Eldarah began to gather alongside their retinue and descendants; everyone who gathered here was either an Old One or a Supre genius, and using the term Supre genius in a Primordial Domain was cause for concern because it ant that their talents were considered unmatched.
Such a gathering of power anywhere outside a Primordial Domain would have shaken all of reality to the core, but at the seat of power of a Primordial, such an event, although not commonplace, was sothing that occasionally happened. Rowan would have been shocked at the Eldarah gathering here.
The Land of Miracles held a hundred Old Ones, which was a staggering amount, but when it was considered that these were just the ones who were awake and/or present at the Primordial Domain at this ti, then the terrifying depths of the Primordial Domain could slowly be understood, not even Seed could know the true depths of the Primordial Domain because it was unreasonably vast, and filled with so much mysteries that Seed or any other Old One would have to spend countless eternities in exploration, and it would still not be enough.
In essence, every Primordial Domain was a self-contained Ecosystem, able to nurture an immortal to the peak of existence, which was the eighth-dinsional level; no other places, in reality, would have the resources or the capacity to nurture so many Old Ones, seemingly without any limits.
The only reason mbers of a Primordial Realm would venture out of it was simply because they needed unique resources that could not be made inside their realm, an example would be souls from the lower realms and certain resources from other dinsions, like Abyssal Gems from the Great Abyss, or Rainbow Dew from the Celestial Realm among many others.
However, it was usually the most adventurous or the ambitious that would choose to leave the Primordial Domain to gain more power than could be collected inside their Land, and it was usually those sorts that ended up reaching the level of Old Ones as having a Primordial Bloodline alone was not enough to guarantee you would ever reach this glorious level where you were below an extre few and above everyone else.
In front of the mory of Primordial Life were Seed and Elura, head bowed in discussion as countless streams of thoughts and ideas flowed between both of them and kneeling beside them was Rowan with a pulsating red blade that had been driven through his forehead, erging from his spine.
His body occasionally shivered as if he were in a nightmare, and vast pulses of power erged from the blade as if it were struggling to keep him in place. This power from the blade was so foul and powerful that the lesser retinues of the Eldarah could not co closer, even so at the seventh-dinsional level; acclaid geniuses could only stay at a distance because the barest waves of power erging from that blade were enough to drive fear into their hearts. If this was the experience from afar, what would it be like if a blade like that were driven into a body?
From the Old Ones gathered here representing the Eldarah, six of the most prominent stepped forward, their presence shaking the heavens, their leader was a particularly short Old One who had the visage of a child but whose eyes were ancient beyond reckoning, he looked at Rowan, glancing at the weapon sticking through his forehead with distaste and a bit of pity, he frowned, addressing Seed with clear annoyance in his tone,
"How could you bring such abominable powers into our domain, and you even went ahead to use it on a noble bloodline like this? Seed? Your madness goes too far; is there anything you find sacred?" Seed glanced at him before looking away, sending the last of his thoughts to Elura before he answered, "I am not here for your pithy words Mulsef, only for you all to bear witness. My grandson would take the plunge into mory and if he dies, that shall be his fate, but if he lives, then a Domain he shall have."
"Another senseless slaughter of your noble bloodline? Just because a miracle happens with Elura does not an this madness of yours has rit, all of this is aningless and a stupendous waste of resources. "
"If he fails, yes, but if he lives, then there is no loss here, only endless profit."
Mulsef turned to the other Eldarah beside him, "Remind again why we allow him to continue with this madness? Ah, yes, it was because he promised us a return of a hundredfold greater than the waste he incurs every ti he slices off our Primordial Essence to create his so-called mortals. You have failed millions of tis, with only one success; only soone like you would consider this sort of thing a viable approach to progress."
At those scathing words, Seed simply smiled, apart from Mulsef who looked like a child, the rest of the Old Ones possessed traits that Rowan had now associated with Eldars, tall, thin, with long green hair and eyes, all were beautiful, and filled with an effortless air of grace, they all almost seed unreal.
Seed grinned, "That flimsy argunt about repaying you all a hundredfold, is the presence of my daughter Elura not enough? Show any of your descendants that are more glorious than she is?! You all should be thanking , for having the vision to create an incomparable goddess that all of you would desire."
His words made the Eldarah bristle with irritation, because the power of Elura was easy to witness, not just talking about their descendants, they were not even sure that they could be equal to this Eldar who was once a mortal, behind Seed, Elura smiled a bit, but Seed next words made her eyes flash,
"Now, there is another of my descendants who has repaid the Essence spent a thousandfold, still a re fifth-dinsional immortal; he has shattered the Frozen Road! He is Breaker, and for that his trials shall be magnificent, and you all are to witness his rise or his fall, and a Domain you shall give."
A particularly tall Eldarah stepped forward whose features were nearly identical to Mulsef's, and if not for their height difference, they would be considered identical twins,
"Ah, this little immortal broke the Frozen Road, and yet you are here breaking him. I do not agree with my brother on many things, but in this one, I would have to also call it madness; a Breaker in our bloodline should be treasured, not placed under such a ridiculous test. Tell , does he know that this option to ascend to the sixth dinsion while soaking inside the mory of Primordial Life has been banned, simply because of its barbarity? What do you get out of walking the dangerous path, Seed, do you wish for nothing but chaos? One of these days your actions shall force us to make a stand against you."
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