The Primordial Record

Chapter 1444 The Weight Of Love

Asking the loaded question, Seed's voice was slow, almost languid like a cat so was toying with its prey, and although this question seemed almost meaningless to this Old One, there seemed to be something more behind his voice, however, it did not matter, Rowan would not be falling for the same trap twice, and he would rather focus on what was important to him than all of these unnecessary game of power.

Rowan looked at Seed and smiled, "Why should I be concerned about something that never happened, that would be like a mortal trying to catch the wind. My maid is a fourth-dimensional immortal standing beside a powerful Old One like Elura, which alone shows my mother's magnanimity and her desire to welcome me into her fold; why should I slap away a welcoming hand? If the price that she needed to pay to be here in the presence of great powers was to bleed, then I would be a fool to block her from gaining the opportunity to understand how reality truly works, for the weak are nothing before the strong."

"Oh, that's interesting," Seed muttered, "I always considered the fact that you being a Breaker would teach you a different perspective about reality, but your words are certainly, interesting"

Rowan felt a growing sense of dread but he did not understand where it was coming from, yet he knew that he needed to change the direction of whatever this conversation was heading, and he thought about what Seed had said for a moment. before he replied,