The Primordial Record

Chapter 1481 Limbo

Rowan barely had the time to come to terms with the strange method that he had been transported with when he used the Memory of Primordial Life as a bridge when he was crushed to the ground by great pressure, for a moment everything was blank, he could not feel anything, even thoughts were gone from his mind and any awareness of himself was gone, and Rowan could not tell how much time he spent in this state, not that it would matter, the concept of time did not exist here, a second and a billion years were the same things.

A mortal or an immortal that was bound by the rules of time would not be able to survive here, the foundations of their existence was built upon this concept, and even though Rowan shared a portion of that foundation, he carried his own time and space with him, and although this concept did not exist here, he was still able to slowly make meaning of his surroundings.

It also helped that he was still surrounded by the remnants of the Memory of Primordial Life, and those acted as the stabilizer to his existence, but he could barely think for an extremely long time, but slowly his consciousness began to accumulate until a threshold was reached, and almost automatically his fingers began to move. At first, their movements seemed erratic, but slowly grace returned to his fingers, and runes of memories, powered by soul essence began to rage around his body, as multiple barriers began to coelease around his body, growing increasingly thicker until they reached a certain point and Rowan began to slowly rise from the ground, carried by the waves of green runes pouring out from his fingers.

Rowan was not sure that he should be able to do this, since he had never seen anyone weave Memories as if they were spells, but Rowan could touch memories that were as potent as his own, and it helped that the Memories he was weaving came from a Primordial.

Whatever place he had just found himself contained laws of power that were so potent and beyond anything that could be found in reality and had never been wielded by anyone or anything that he had seen.

It did not take long for Rowan to realize that the power surrounding him was beyond the eighth-dimensional level and was firmly in the realms of Primordials. This place had never been meant for any lesser being, not even Old Ones were worthy of reaching it.