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Chapter 1927 CapAtulo 1927: Breaking My Last Chains (2)

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Chapter 1927: Breaking My Last Chains (2)

CRADLE OF ENOCH (45 Million Cosmic Eras in the past)

Rowan hurled his broken body into the cave, knowing that the only reason he had not collapsed was that Enoch had stopped consuming his blood, and now the entire field of bones stretching for infinity was covered by a sea of red, painting a picture that was enough to bring a god to madness.

He had waited for two hundred thousand years without speaking for Enoch to complete his shocking tale, but he remained in silence; apparently, the shock of revisiting that memory held this being in its clutch.

Rowan had already mastered the seventeenth layer of his nameless techniques, and despite the words from Enoch, he was not going to wait or stop his actions, because he knew that the greatest cards he had to play in this situation was his unique capabilities of consuming these bones, which apparently were the remnants of all existence that had perished, either naturally or through the actions of the Primordials or other higher powers.

Enoch had revealed many revelations to him, and he did not know if he should believe any one of them, not without the means of verification that the strange fire inside him was capable of giving him. However, Rowan did not necessarily care if they were truth or lies; he knew a distraction when he saw it, and understood that with so much at stake, there was no room for negotiation, and this dance he and Enoch were doing was simply a way to find out as much weakness from the other as possible.

Sure, Enoch might have told him the truth, but Rowan was not a fool; he knew that the greatest tool for manipulation had always been truth. Enoch had told him that telling Rowan the truth would aid him, and Rowan could understand how this might come to be.

Enoch had told Rowan that he was the Primordial Record, but whether this was truth or lies was irrelevant, because the one thing that Rowan was at this time or any point in the past was raw potential and endless capacity for growth and change.

From a mortal being, he was able to evolve himself to a level where he became a fusion of Primordial and Reality, and his potential was not exhausted; instead, it was increasing.

Simply put, it did not matter if Rowan was the Primordial Record; if Enoch could place enough of his truths into the way he saw himself, then Rowan would find himself tending more towards that path.

There was a reason that out of all the places inside Eosah’s Reality that he could have been born, he was placed in Trion, and the first path he was exposed to was one of the Dominators and the path of Empyreans. At this point, he may not have known it, but his path had been set.

If he were born anywhere else, then it was possible that he would never have become a Reality but something different, but every truths he was exposed to, shaped the way he looked at the world and how he approached challenges.

Rowan knew that Enoch was doing the same to him now, and although it did not look like a battle, the threat for annihilation and everything he stood for was very possible, and what Rowan feared was that despite seeing the trap in front of him, he might have no chance but to go along with it, because rejecting this truth may lead to more harm.

It was for this reason that after Rowan waited for two hundred millenia for Enoch to continue speaking, he decided to head out of the cave and consume more of the bones, he knew that there was a great risk in doing this, because if Enoch was to consume his blood during this process, then despite the unexpected boost that the invisible flame was adding to his techniques, Rowan would perish.

However, he placed a bet that something he was not aware of had changed, and Enoch needed him alive now more than he needed him dead, and his daring bet had paid off. Without the strain of dealing with the poison from Enoch’s consumption, Rowan had lasted for eighteen cosmic eras!

He could have remained for at least another two cosmic eras, but he did not want to leave himself so weak that he would not be able to have full access to his mental faculties, especially since the invisible flame that had begun to merge deeper with his soul was beginning to take a new color.

A hint of green and scarlet was staining the edge of this flame, and the color that touched a small part of this flame was so blindingly bright that Rowan suspected that he needed to maintain supreme focus over it or it would spill out and stain all of creation with its light, and Rowan did not need to be perceptive enough that this flame, despite him not willing to call it for what it is, was Lumina, and Enoch would go crazy if he knew that Rowan had somehow gotten access to it.

He had never seen Enoch fight before, and he believed that this being had never once raised his hand to commit violence; he rather commanded or influenced others to battle so he could watch for his amusement, and it was not because Enoch was weak; on the contrary, Rowan had never seen a more powerful being in his life. It was just that Enoch looked down on everything, and the thought of bringing his hand to strike any lesser being felt like an insult to his majesty.

But if Enich discovers that Rowan was seeing the light of Lumina, this might just be enough to break him. Knowing this, Rowan would not waste this potent weapon that could change the game in a drastic manner, and he had to keep it under wraps.

Entering the cave, he collapsed onto his wooden throne and looked up at Enoch, who sat on his throne of nothing and had not moved a single inch, even after eighteen cosmic eras. For the oldest being in creation, such a drastic length of time must mean nothing to him.

“Your guts, Rowan, are astonishing. Knowing how easily I could have killed you, that journey to carry more weight of existence was a mistake on your path.”

Rowan shrugged, “But you did not kill me Enoch,” a pause, as Rowan decided to hit the nail on the head and begin to steer this conversation in the way he wanted, he had given Enoch enough time to show his cards, it was time for his own, else Enoch would see him as a piece on the board, and not a player, and in this place being a piece was a dangerous prospect,

“You want something from me, Enoch, and that gives me leverage, enough to know you are not going to attack me until you have what you want. You have shown me visions of the present, of the Reality I left behind, but I know you are not showing me everything. Correct me if I am wrong, but something has changed… so drastically that you had to pivot, and the plans you had for me could no longer apply.”

Enoch was silent for a while his black eyes like the pit of an abyss showed no expression and he suddenly sneered, “Of course things have changed,” he waved his hand and Eosah’s Reality appeared inbetween them, showing Rowan the present state of Reality, “Your main body and his Incarnation are the worst kinds of enemy, they play with forces they do not understand… You see that road he has created, what does it remind you of? Look at the foundations of the road and the underlying concepts, the Primordials are paying the price while Reality harvests the benefits… Do you now understand what this means?”

Not waiting for Rowan to respond, Enoch growled, “That is the power of End!”

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