Telmus chuckled when he heard Rowan’s question, "Before dying, I thought the most depraved individuals I would ever et were the gods of Trion. In many ways, I still think these gods are worse, because in such a short span of ti, they were able to create a system that would rival the depravity of the Abyss, but the Primordials are these, are they not?"
Rowan gestured to the pool of water before them, and it turned rancid, emanating a foul odor that spoke of poison and decay. Ripples could be seen below the water, and a closer examination would reveal they ca from gigantic poisonous snakes swimming inside the pool, whose breath releases poison and decay.
"Is this pool poisonous because of the snakes, or are the snakes poisonous because of the pool?" Rowan said and smiled when he saw Telmus hastily withdraw his legs from the rancid pool.
"You have not been inside Limbo, and so your ignorance can be forgiven. As one of the successful mbers of the new Primordials I intend to create, it is right that you should know the truth."
The eyes of Telmus tightened, "And how do you know this truth, Rowan? Although I am already a Nascent Primordial, there is sothing about you that is extrely strange. You do not fit in any mold that I know, and it is hard for to trust you."
"That is a fair assessnt," Rowan nodded, "I know enough of myself to trust my decisions, but you cannot understand who I am, at least not yet."
Telmus sneered, "So, you are telling with all the powers afforded by my status as a Nascent Primordial, I still fall short in understanding your nature?"
Rowan smiled, "You can try, but you will only fail. But I sincerely invite you to try; perhaps you might surprise ."
Telmus rolled his eyes and gestured, "You were saying sothing about the curse of Limbo."
"Yes, Limbo, the last frontier. I have killed three Primordials now, and even though I don’t have all their mories, I have enough to begin showing the last secrets of Reality." Rowan pointed out, and with a wave of his hand, the space around them transford into a representation of Limbo. Staff who was beside her father was frozen in place, because as an Old One, her perception could not discern this higher-dinsional level.
To the perception of Staff, she would have seen Rowan wave his hand and then nothing would change, but that was a lie. Rowan, Telmus, and Eva had spent hours inside the representation of Limbo, but to a lower-dinsional immortal like Staff, she would not be able to perceive that ti passing by.
anwhile, as Rowan waved his hand, showing Telmus and Eva what he knew of Limbo, they beca struck with fascination.
"Limbo is limitless, at least that is what I have gathered. Unlike all things in creation, I believe that Limbo had always existed. It was not created, nor will it ever end; it has no limit or owner. Maybe it is because Ti, as a linear progression, does not exist here. There is only a single, eternal "now." Cause and effect are absent; in fact, I think inside Limbo, they are impossible. There is no event to cause another. It is a perfect, static equilibrium of non-being, and only a special sort of existence can survive here."
"I have co to identify three great powers in Limbo, although I am sure there are others. The first are Realities like this one... like , gathered in a location called the Cradle, the second are Primordials, roaming agents of annihilation, and the last is the Domain of Death."
Rowan paused to let what he said sink in before he continued, "The first ti I entered Limbo, it was via a vision, and as a lower-dinsional being, I could not understand all the intricacies of this place, but as I grew stronger and transford into what I am today, so new information has co to light about Limbo. Let show you."
Rowan squeezed his hand, and the visual representation of Limbo was squeezed to a small black ball that shimred and vibrated in a weird pattern almost impossible to describe.
"Look closer, I call it a curse, but it is sothing else. You see, I perceive Limbo as a blank canvas. It is pre-creation, post-destruction, and utterly indifferent to both. I believe only such a canvas can concepts at the Origin Level be created; however, it cannot choose what is made inside of it."
"Sotis in the distant past, I believe that Limbo did not have a na, and all the variety of presences inside of it were in a balanced state, but sothing changed, and it was not the birth of the Primordials; I think they were just the symptoms of this change."
"I cannot tell you the na or the power that led to this change; it is far too corrupting for you two." Rowan silenced any sort of opposition from Eva and Telmus when they noticed the gravity in his tone, and they allowed him to continue speaking.
Rowan pushed the ball of Limbo towards Telmus, and it began to slowly drift towards him, carrying such a massive weight that Telmus flinched and found himself stepping back.
This was not a lack of bravery on his part; it was just the simple fact that if this ball of Limbo touched him, he would be crushed to nothing. Rowan might have been playing with it casually, but this was concerted higher-dinsional energy of a sort that only fully Realized Primordials and Realities could endure.
"I do not have all the mories of Primordials, so the truth is vague, but to put it in context that you all can understand, I believe that Primordials began butchering Realities sixty-five million Cosmic Eras ago. "
"Cosmic Eras?" Eva asked in confusion.
"A Cosmic Era is the entire lifespan of a Reality if it goes along its developnt without any hindrance. Using the ti scale of this Reality, a Cosmic Era would be equal to 12,000 Major Eras at the maximum and 12 Major Eras at the minimum, but it is generally accepted that 12,000 Major Eras make a single Cosmic Era."
Hearing the long indrawn breath from Telmus and Eva as they comprehended the stupendous scale of ti that sixty-five million cosmic eras might an, Rowan nodded, "Yes, they truly have been killing for that long."
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