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Chapter 1948: The Architects of End

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The method Rowan used when he looked at an individual went beyond the physical aspect, as a higher-dimensional being, appearances were nearly useless, as any powerful immortal would be able to transform into anyone or anything if they wished to do so.

Rowan used the soul and aura of an individual to identify them, not their physical appearance. The person standing here before him had the exact same aura and soul as the Noctis he knew, and there was almost no way that he could be deceived.

At this moment, Eos, who was overseeing the entirety of Reality, had turned his gaze to Noctis on the Road of Eternity, who had jerked a bit when Rowan identified the second Noctis inside this temple, and this was the final nail in the coffin.

Rowan tried to go through everything he knew about Noctis, and he saw that the greatest contradiction in his story that he had brushed aside due to his ignorance was the length of time that Noctis had spent outside Eosah’s Reality, but that was not the most damning aspect.

Noctis had told Rowan that the Primordials spared his life out of their sick fetish to see him suffer because he was the one who pushed the inhabitants of Reality to open their hearts to the invasion of powers outside their Reality.

He also said he traveled across Limbo until he got the chance to find a Crow of Death, and he joined the banner of the Beast of Final Rest. It was a good story, a perfect one for deceiving Rowan, who understood what it meant to be lost, and he accepted Noctis’s rage and pain and gave him the power to fight for himself.

Rowan was shocked, but he knew that when he began pulling the final threads, there would be opposition to his ascension, and everything that had been locked away from him would be revealed as they tried to stop him, and now, one by one, the last of the shadows would be dispelled.

Before all of this was over, Rowan knew that he would be hurt terribly by what he was going to find, but it was okay. It was better to be knowledgeable in a storm than to be foolish inside a castle.

Rowan regarded Noctis before him with a cold gaze, even though he accepted that he would be facing a lot of revelations when he began his actions, the knowledge still hurt and made him angry.

Noctis’s face was the same, yet different: the left half was the Noctis Rowan remembered, the right half was carved from the same frozen memory as the temple’s. His eyes were twin event horizons.

Now Rowan understood how Noctis and whoever stood here was able to survive being this close to the mysterious hammer and forge; they had made this temple a part of their flesh and soul, making them essentially a part of the temple... like Sheba.

Rowan shivered. Was there another of his Primordials who was part of this group?

"Little archivist," Noctis said, and his voice was the sound of a door closing on every dream, old and decrepit; it was as if he had not opened his mouth for many Cosmic Eras. "You were never meant to find this place."

Rowan’s wings flared, and a sound like ten billion extinct worlds screaming in unison emerged from his wings,

"You betrayed me."

"No," Noctis answered. "I fulfilled my mission and performed my task the way it should go. Do not bother blaming the Noctis that you know; he does not have any idea of my presence, and he never should, because knowledge of me would draw him to my side, and one of your helpers would be lost to you."

Rowan knew that this was a lie. Eos saw everything, and although the movements of Noctis inside Reality were extremely slight, he had noted it as an abnormality, but Rowan would not reveal to Noctis that he knew the truth.

"Your mission..." Rowan growled, "Who are you, and who gave you this mission?"

"We are the Architects of End," Noctis gestured to the temple around him, and the walls of memories of battles rippled. Images appeared of the Primordials of Enoch, Nyxara, Asteroath, Xylos, Xyris, Elgorath, Eldrithor, and Vorthas, meeting with the Architects.

Rowan drew in a long breath, not because Noctis did not try to hide their involvement with the Primordials and simply revealed it to him because he asked, but because the words of Noctis, even though he had just spoken a simple set of words, were enough to unravel a secret that had been bugging him for a long time.

From the moment he unleashed his Final Form and freed the Primordials from their bondage, he had been trying to figure out the secrets behind this ultimate power.

If he was going to be wielding it, and Rowan knew that in the battles ahead, he most likely would have no choice but to call upon this power, then he would have to understand all of its intricacies.

Since that moment, Eos had not rested as he tried to figure out the secrets behind this power, and he had been making small progress. The Road of Eternity was one such attempt at understanding this power, but there was always one thing that was missing as he tried to decipher the massive wall of information inside his consciousness that he harvested after his attempt to consume the Primordial.

He needed a key, and when Noctis had said they were the Architects of End, that key had been found... it was in the word ’End’.

Knowing the name of a thing grants one power over it, and the language of the higher-dimensional immortals held deep meaning behind every phrase they uttered, so much information was conveyed with every spoken word.

Noctis here knew of this power deeply, and speaking it to Rowan was like giving him a part of his understanding of this word. Rowan did not know if this was a deliberate action, but he knew that the only reason he was able to take advantage of this was due to Eos.

His main body had made many great strides in understanding all the hidden mysteries behind this power that he had only needed one more key to open the door for him, and if he had placed in any less effort, what Noctis had just shown him would be useless to him.

Rowan did not know the intent of Noctis, but he would not show him the progress he had just made, and so he turned towards the memory he was being shown and saw that the forms of the Primordials were the same as their new forms after Rowan ate their hunger, revealing to him that this temple was built more than sixty-five million Cosmic Eras ago.

Rowan truly looked at the Primordials, and they appeared so... young. There was a liveliness to the way that they held themselves that spoke of their impossible power and arrogance. They were the masters of all, and they knew it.

"This temple serves them as much as it has served you and continues to serve you, even though at the end, the final master is unknown, they still agreed to the pact," Noctis said softly. "The goal of this temple was simple. Immortals and Primordials alike, we saw what Enoch would become if left unchecked. Not just the end of everything, but the end of the possibility of existence. We showed the Primordials that their hunger would never stop, and they would fall into the hands of their father in the end. So we made a bargain."

Rowan cocked his head to the side in surprise, "Enoch is the father of the Primordials?"

Noctis grinned, showing black teeth, "There is much that you do not know."

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