The Primordial Record

1203  My Luck, My Hope, My Home

Rowan looked around him, there was much to be done, and he had wanted to immediately summon the last part of his consciousness but with the box screaming in his consciousness, he knew it would not be wise to begin the confrontation with this realm's Will without finding out the secrets of the past.

Not willing to waste any second he sent a burst of information to the Shiik. He would be removing the time domain over the continent and integrating the golden giants with the temple maidens.

This would be a massive undertaking, but if anyone was able to perform this task, the Shiik, a fifth-dimensional Calamity goddess, was the perfect person for this role, Lost would be with her, a direct link to his consciousness if there was any reason to call his attention to anything.

With a wave of his hand, he recreated the Ascension Spear, it was still serving a valuable purpose for the golden giants, his Empyreans, and he descended into the depths of the continent. Miles inside the earth, Rowan thought that perhaps it would feel a bit nice if he could feel the weight of the earth.

His Ascendant Body responded and the earth around him tightened, each grain of dirt a hundred times heavier than a neutron star. Frozen under that ridiculous weight that was slowly compressing his armor, hence his soul, Rowan brought the box inside his Mental Space and observed every inch of it.

It was a gray medium box about 12 inches by 12 inches by 12 inches. There was no visible opening and for its diminutive size, the weight of it was impressive, about as heavy as an average star, about 1.989x10^30 kilograms.

Rowan perception searched for any opening but he could not find any, and he would be disappointed if he did. Closer observation showed him a series of runes fractals that after repeated examination he figured out were energy receptacles that were linked to him alone. There were nine of them and something about their shapes teases of mysteries that were unknown yet awfully familiar.

There were several of these receptacles, and although each was less than an inch across, closer observation would reveal they stretched for millions of miles.

Not knowing which sort of energy it wanted, on a whim Rowan summoned his soul energy.

With his soul at the fourth-dimensional level, the river of soul power he was receiving from his dormant dimension had transformed from a river to an ocean and the soul injuries he had incurred from the rage of the Eye of Time had already finished healing and the continual strengthening of his soul continued, if he wanted a soul that was worthy to house his dimensional flesh, it must be brought to a level that should be second only to the Primordial of the Soul herself and perhaps one day, exceed her.

His soul energy appeared in his dimension like a purple moon, its mysterious energy that was capable of infinite transformation sweeping through his mental space like a storm.

Rowan pushed his soul energy into the box, and one of the rune fractals lit up with a bright purple glow. The box shuddered and subtly rearranged itself, and suddenly it was a thousand times bigger.

Rowan paused for a moment, he figured out that he had just unlocked one of the rune fractals, and eager to finish the other eight, he looked at them closely, understanding that he needed another energy to unlock a second rune fractal and not his soul energy.

It did not take him long for him to figure it out, the sense of familiarity he was getting from these runes had increased after the first rune fractal was unlocked.

The second rune was giving him the sensation of hunger, endless hunger, and a mind as cold as the depths of an abyss, his Primordial Ouroboros bloodline. His dimensional flesh was dormant, and he could not draw any energy or essence from his bloodline, this would have been a problem, but he had a master key for problems like this.

Drawing a stream of soul energy that was ever available to him, he began to transform into the essence of his Primordial Ouroboros. A process that was made possible because he understood this essence better than anyone else.

In a short while the soul energy transformed into a golden river that made the mental space of his Ascendant body that resembled a realm made from extremely vivid blue elements be painted in a shade of bronze as if a dawn were arising. This was a power that mortals and immortals would worship.

Directing the Primordial Ouroboros Essence into the rune fractal, the second one lit up with a bright golden glow.

Like before, the box exploded in size, now a couple of miles in dimension, but the mental space of his Ascendant body was as wide as a galaxy, and the box was still lost in its expanse.

Now knowing the trend to follow, Rowan summoned another stream of soul energy and before long it transformed into a sparkling river of Ambrosia that seemed to contain all the colors in existence and those not in existence.

A voice filled with majesty that Rowan recognized as his own, yet still sounded incredibly powerful even to him sounded like thunder, the language it spoke with, was the language of the Primordials,

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His bloodline of Sheol, the home of his Angels, its light was barely shackled by the boundary of his mental space and he felt his soul gladden and a pain in his heart that was hard to describe, he missed his connection with his sons and daughters of light,

"Do you all know how cold it is without the light of your wings by my throne… my children."

The third rune fractal lit up and as if the third level was a watershed, the box hummed and now its size exploded, pushing the air and space around it away with its aggressive expansion. When it settled, the box was the size of a moon and glowed with three breathtaking colors.

A voice filled with majesty that Rowan recognized as his own, yet still sounded incredibly powerful even to him sounded like thunder, the language it spoke with, was the language of the Primordials,

"First turn lights the body… Mind escapes its shackles."

Rowan paused as disbelief, a hint of understanding entered his eyes, and in the depth of it, a bit of fear, surely it was possible that what he was thinking was not what his past self was attempting at this moment.

He did not know how long he stopped as he considered if he should continue, but he laughed at himself, "I have come all this way, how could I be willing to stop now?"

He summoned a fourth stream of soul energy and he shuddered as a feeling of fulfillment and inevitability flooded his consciousness like an emerald stream, a massive green pillar rose from his soul energy that grew branches and leaves, and in a blink of an eye a great tree stood before him, its leaves leaving trails of light that extended till it touched all corners of his mental space. "My Luck… My Hope…"" Rowan thought for an instance he saw red leaves among its branches, and it reminded him of his mother and the knowledge that he might never meet her again, but he was with the best reminder of her presence,

"My Home…"