Holding the chain that was connected to the collar around Primordial Life’s neck, the man tugged on it, "Also, my na is not mortal. If your dreams for are to torture and all I love, then at least get my na right. I an, if you are going to fuck , at least kiss . So... what’s my na?"
Primordial Life shuddered in rage, but he did not fight the pull from the mortal, nor did he deign to respond to his taunts. Although his perception might be locked inside his flesh by these damned chains, he was aware that Rowan was watching him, and his words were ant for Rowan, not this mortal, but Rowan had found a way to bring the most annoying mortal in all of existence to torture him.
He had been placed in a small dark room, away from the splendor he had called his domain for so long. The mory of his fall was still grating in his consciousness, and Primordial Life tried as much as possible to push it away from his mind, but these chains not only sapped the strength of his body, but his Will too.
The mortal, noticing that Primordial Life was not fighting anymore, looked disappointed, but he also knew that he needed to follow orders. The Creator might be a lenient being, but his grace only went so far; he could rightfully point out that it was Primordial Life who was disagreeable and tried to kill him, but he was a professional who had been given a job to do. Complaints were not the way to satisfy the immortal creator who brought you back from death.
That’s right, Reality had changed... a lot.
Leading the Primordial behind him like a dog on a leash, the mortal walked through a dimly lit passage that seed to extend for an infinity, but every ti he took a step, a rune appeared underneath him that sent his body zooming through the passage like a teor. His speed continued to increase until it surpassed the speed of light and continued to rise.
Even though he was still a mortal, his body and senses felt no strain from this movent, and he began to whistle, enjoying the montum of moving at such speeds. He would soon begin to cultivate power; this new state of existence demanded it, but before that, he would need to perform his task well enough.
He glanced at the Primordial behind him, and his mind shook a bit. Despite having a body reduced to its lowest, the Primordial was not using the living runes granting the man his speed; instead, it seed as if Reality itself was aiding the Primordial to move. As much as he hated this being, the man could not deny that the Primordials were the real deal.
The passage began sloping upwards, and suddenly it ended, and the mortal with his prisoner erged into a boundless horizon that stretched from one end of Reality to its terminus on the other side.
Eosah’s Reality was infinite, but under the power of the Creator, a line had been drawn to highlight the limits of infinity, and whoever was capable of seeing the whole stretch of that line would have reached the limits of the dinsion, automatically aning they had the powers of a Primordial.
The mortal couldn’t see all of that line, and the man leading the Primordial up to this place could not, but what he could see made his senses shudder. There were billions of shattered worlds, stars, and so many heavenly bodies that he had no na for floating above him.
However, that was not what made him astonished; it was the trillions of beings from all races and so that could not even be seen as people, who were flitting around in the heavens above, building Reality from the ground up.
There was one primary truth about this new Reality that could not be hidden from anyone from the mont they set their sight on it: Power can be yours if you have the drive to take it. It was an open challenge to everyone who dread of holding the stars in the palm of their hands.
Nothing was hidden under subterfuge or any questions denied; you can push to the limits of your ability... the road to genuine eternity had been created, and those who had the ability could walk down its path.
You see, ten years may have gone by in real ti, which was the ti that Limbo operated, but in Eosah’s Reality, which had fallen under the complete control of Rowan, ti served his needs, and a hundred thousand years had gone by.
To rebuild Reality from the ground up was not a small task, and Rowan was doing the impossible; even with all his powers, he needed ti to actualize his vision.
"Atheus, thank you for bringing him to . You can return now."
The voice that entered the mind of Atheus, the mortal man who had led Primordial Life to this place, shook him of the enchantnt of seeing Reality spread out in such a way. No matter how much he saw this scene, it never failed to shake Atheus; after all, this was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes after being resurrected from death.
Flustered, he looked to his side at the man who sat on a wooden stool that resembled an anvil. He bowed towards the creator and hurriedly turned away, not looking at the two other figures who were also in chains similar to the Primordial he had just brought up from the depths of this place, Atheus also ignored the piercing stare he could feel from Primordial Life and returned to his quaters, carried by runes of speed, soon, he would begin cultivation, he swore, he wanted to walk on the Road of Eternity, more than anything in life.
Rowan watched Atheus leave, and he smiled. He had resurrected him, alongside every mortal being who had perished since the beginning of Ti inside Eosah’s Reality. Under the tyranny of the Primordials, no mortal or immortal had the chance to fully live their destiny.
They never had the chance to know who they might be or what their life could be like under the rules of beings who saw everyone else as chess pieces. In the battle that was to co, Rowan and his main body may most likely perish... There was never any assurance of his victory, and so, if that were to be the case, then Rowan would love to fulfill one of the promises he had made to all of existence, while also pursuing other goals that aligned with this vision.
Primordial Life cracked his neck and walked up to the two other Primordials that were also suffering his fate, Light and mory. He glared at mory, who almost looked better. His body was glowing, and despite being in chains, he seed to be wearing it with pride. Had the fool accepted the promises of the tyrant?
"Fuck," he growled, "How long have I been in my cell? And Rowan, does it have to be mortals?"
Rowan looked at him for a mont and shrugged, "He was one of the few mortals in all of existence that you killed with your own hands at the beginning of existence inside this Reality, Life. That sort of hatred has to be channeled, and I was curious how far you would go in your hatred against those you deem to be lesser... the present state of your body tells everything I need to know."
Primordial Life sneered, "So now you sturdy us instead of killing us?"
Rowan cocked his head to the side, "Is it not long overdue?"
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