Bahamut’s battle with Rowan followed a predetermined path, but Rowan had broken this path by introducing Fate into the equation, sothing that Bahamut could never have conceptualized into their confrontation.
To rebalance the board, Bahamut had called upon Primordial mory and Primordial Light to block Rowan from accessing the ninth-dinsional realm of Fate, but Rowan had another counter in place as he summoned Primordial Chaos.
Primordial Chaos was the closest to this space, and before entering it, he had made sure that the call of Bahamut would not be able to reach Primordial mory and Primordial Light. He was expecting to be able to feast on this Primordial Beast in relative peace.
For Rowan, what happened next was extrely crucial because he knew that Primordial Chaos, after entering this space, would not allow him to reach the seventh-dinsional level.
If Rowan were simply a minor immortal who was going to be accessing the broken strings of Fate made by the Primordials to govern this Reality, then Primordial Chaos would have allowed him to proceed. Still, Rowan was going after an Origin of Fate—a power outside the dominion of any Primordial.
Summoning Primordial Chaos was a risk, but Rowan was betting that, unlike the other Primordials that Bahamut could work with to fight against him, there was one that the Primordial Beast thoroughly hated the most, and that was Primordial Chaos.
Rowan used Primordial Chaos to stop Bahamut from summoning other Primordials and to stop Primordial Chaos from killing him. Rowan also used hatred for the Primordial Beast Bahamut.
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Before Primordial Chaos had entered this realm created by the Primordial Beast, he had asked Rowan what he wanted in return for such a great gift as a living Primordial Beast, and Rowan’s answer was direct,
"I want half."
Primordial Chaos had not even hesitated before he said, "Agreed!"
Rowan should be pleased, except he was not. He knew this Primordial was aware of his Will of Truth, but perhaps he did not fully understand how it worked. Or maybe the vessel he was inhabiting could not mask his intentions perfectly, but Rowan could sense a dissonance in that answer.
Primordial Chaos would not hold to his agreent. Knowing this, Primordial, Rowan would not be surprised that Chaos knew his lies were plain to Rowan but did not care to be convincing.
In the end, it did not matter much to Rowan because he was not in the business of strengthening his enemies.
The ga here was simple: be the last man standing.
Rowan had no idea that the Primordials considered him an equal. He was a slightly more fascinating insect, and if there were other Realities outside this one that had been plundered by them in the past, then there was a possibility that soone like him had existed before and had been killed off by the Primordials.
However, it did not matter what had happened in the past or what the future might hold; everything that mattered was this mont and the actions he was going to take.
The presence of Bahamut had changed Rowan’s plan, but instead of just a setback to him, it beca an opportunity to draw out the power of the Primordial Domains, and if possible, hurt them... a lot.
Primordial Chaos was not the only party he had invited to this brawl. With the level of influence he had secretly gained inside the Celestial Domain, Rowan easily brought this matter to the center of their attention, and he invited one more party. However, he was unaware if they were going to respond.
The last party he invited was Primordial mory.
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Although Primordial Chaos had blocked the voice of Bahamut from reaching the Primordial mory and Primordial Light, Rowan had only permitted it to draw Primordial Chaos into his trap and to allow him the crucial ti and space needed to reach the seventh dinsion.
With the seventh dinsional level in hand, Rowan saw no reason not to stir the pot further and draw out the powers of the two other Primordial Domains, because when he reached the seventh dinsional level with his Fate Origin in place, he believed that his powers would be equal to the Thrones of the Primordials. If that was to be the case, it was ti for slaughter.
The battle between Primordial Chaos and Bahamut was raging, and as much as Rowan would love to observe the process to learn about the combat abilities of Primordials, what was more important to him was reaching the seventh-dinsional level, and so he no longer held back.
Despite undergoing tribulation, his dinsional flesh began to retake its previous humanoid shape. Without the strain of fighting against the power of annihilation and holding down Bahamut, Rowan could push against the tribulation and regain his footing.
A part of his perception was fixed on the battle in the distance, as he was aware that Primordial Chaos was struggling to get to him. Bahamut was like a crazed beast, disregarding any form of tact or strategy; he only wanted to hurt Chaos. What happened in the past to cause such hatred?
Rowan’s dinsional soul was still struggling to pull down Fate’s Origin when the larger hand of Rowan’s dinsional flesh plunged into the red Tribulation cloud of Fate and seized the Grand Book.
An intense shriek of rage thundered in the distance, and Rowan, without thinking, seized his dinsional soul and transford it into a bolt of light, which swirled into the phantom of a massive double-sided great blade.
Still holding onto Fate’s Origin with one hand, Rowan’s second hand seized the handle of his Destroyer that had manifested in front of him and thrusted it ahead in a single smooth motion.
At first, it seed as if he was pushing his blade into empty air, but the face of Primordial Chaos appeared in the empty space. As if he were willingly accepting Rowan’s blade’s baptism, there was nothing stopping Rowan from plunging his destroyer through the face of Chaos until it exploded out the back of his skull.
His head was nearly separated into two as he profusely bled from the horrific wound, but Primordial Chaos sneered,
"You..."
Rowan kicked him off his blade, flinging the Primordial into the open maw of Bahamut, charging from behind, and in the sa motion, dragged Fate’s Origin into his mouth and swallowed it.
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