The Primordial Record Chapter 1807: They Still Listens

"Dsmned if I do, damned if I don’t," Telmus groaned self-deprecatingly.

"Don’t take it so harshly," Eva laughed, "You have the best deal possible. Say Rowan was not in the picture, and you were born in a random universe without the intervention of the Primordials, and you were sohow able to make it to the ninth-dinsional level via your own effort. Then your fate would not change; you will enter Limbo, be poisoned by the curse, and you will inevitably et the Primordials, and then you will die. I will not be surprised if most Primordial Entities end up this way."

Rowan stroked his chin in contemplation, "Eva, you have just co across a profound truth, Eva. Although Limbo is infinite, it has existed for a ridiculous amount of ti. By the most conservative estimate, there should be at least one ninth-dinsional entity created every Cosmic Era. In a more vibrant Era, there may even be multiple ninth-dinsional entities appearing; by that logic, there should be millions of ninth-dinsional beings roaming Limbo at the least, but from what I have seen, Limbo is mostly empty of higher-dinsional beings."

Telmus rubbed his brows, a phantom ache racing across his spirit, "So you are telling the real danger is not inside Reality, it is in Limbo."

"That is right," Rowan agreed, "I have plans to deal with what is in here with us, but you were made to help battle what is out there. Despite all my gifts, I don’t think I can handle what the Primordials have beco.

Telmus was silent for a long while as various thoughts flew through his mind at lightning speed before he finally looked up at the faces above,

"The plans that you have that hold back these monsters, are they foolproof?"

Rowan grinned, "No, they are not. At any mont, that wall can be broken, and I will have no way to stop it or ever to know what triggered it. I have done the best I can to prevent such a thing from happening, but there are so many factors outside my control that I have stopped trying to hold on to any semblance of control I might believe I have."

Eva blinked, "So our entire existence depends on luck and rainbows. Ah, we are fucked if the wind blows hard on a random day and a Primordial twitches."

Rowan smiled, "Look on the bright side, if the heavens collapse, there would be a brief mont before the end that I will be able to respond. What holds back the Primordial is the Wall of Aegis; it is the Singularity of Eosah, that is the na of this Reality."

"Rowan, correct if I am wrong," Telmus suddenly said, "You say that if the heavens collapse, these walls can hold back the might of seven Primordials for a split second, correct?"

Rowan nodded, "Where are you going with this?"

Telmus looked at him and then Eva incredulously, "You both don’t see it? If there is a wall, can it be strengthened? I an, I can be sure that this wall is not holding back the Primordials because it is extrely durable; it must have so properties that can resist their influence, so what is it, and how can you make those properties stronger? I don’t think it would eliminate the threats above, but it should give you more than a split second if they chose to charge into Reality, right? Well, with all that ti on your hands, who knows what you might co up with?"

Rowan cocked his head to the side, "Hmm, I never considered it from that perspective."

"I would be surprised if you did, Rowan," Eva chuckled, "the nature of your powers expresses itself in absolutes. It is your greatest strength, but it also leaves loopholes behind. You are wise enough to recognize this flaw, making you actively seek out independent minds outside your own that would see the tiny clues that you might be missing."

Telmus perked up, "We can try to reinforce the walls. I can constantly hear the cracks forming on them. We can pump in conceptual energies, like my Will of Unity, or use even the bodies of Primordials if it cos to it."

"That would be like treating an infection with a bandage," Rowan stroked his chin before he ca to a decision, "It seems my next eting with Eosah must be pushed forward."

"eting," Telmus sounded surprised, "Is she not dead?!"

"Oh, you sweet sumr child," Eva laughed, "you still have much to learn."

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Splitting off an Incarnation powerful enough to reach the fifth level of Reality was no longer an issue for Rowan. The mont he decided to pursue this line of thinking about reinforcing the Walls of Aegis, Rowan already sent an Incarnation for this purpose.

He also ca to realize sothing incredible about this location where Eosah stayed when he decided to seek her again.

The first ti he had seen Eosah, Rowan had gone past the boundary of the Origin of Space. He should have had no idea that this place existed, but the voice of Eosah led him to her. She was his first teacher on the powers of Origin, and she had shown him the key to defeat the Primordials when she revealed that Primordial Soul had long escaped Oblivion.

To return to her, Rowan discovered that he did not need to follow his Origin of Space when he could push past any of the fourth level of the Origin he held, from Soul to Destiny, and he would find that door.

Rowan was thrilled at this discovery, but he knew that he would be unable to reach this mysterious place if not for the willingness of Eosah to open the road for him to pass.

His Incarnation did not go through the path of space; instead, it used the Origin of Soul, and when he saw the secretive passageway leading to this unknown layer of existence, Rowan walked through.

Entering this place gave him flashbacks that were more potent than any mory he had inside of Reality; it was as if everything here was more real.

With his greater standing as an immortal, Rowan could discern more about his surroundings as he saw himself in a chamber that was simultaneously the size of a room and Reality itself.

Eosah, who was not so much in the chamber as she was the chamber, manifested as a shimr in the air beside Rowan.

Her form was a suggestion of a woman, and it was woven from the light of a forgotten noon and the whisper of falling leaves. Her voice was the soft, inevitable sound of erosion and growth.

"They are listening more intently today," Eosah said, her gaze peering across the horizon to the walls of Aegis, from which a faint, non-color seed to be leaching into the ordered spectrum of Reality. It was only in this place that Rowan could see this light.

"They are listening?" Rowan asked in shock, countless possibilities pulsing across his mind, because he knew that if the Primordials outside were fully aware of what was happening within, then he had lost the battle even before it began.

Eosah smiled, "What they listen for is different. They are listening for my screams of pain, even after all this ti, the echoes of my death still comfort their broken minds."