The Primordial Record - Chapter 1196

Chapter 1196: Explode



Rowan was silent for a moment as if in deep thought, he already knew what he was going to do, he just needed to play his part well enough to convince the Eye that he was on the right track, what was difficult for him would have been suppressing his emerging bloodlust, but after all his years of being a soulless entity, Rowan knew how to perfectly fake his emotions,

"Final question," Rowan asked, "What is your goal? Why should I give you the Anima and not keep it for myself? Despite all the supposed gifts you are capable of giving me, the Anima is a tangible power that I possess, and I believe that with its help, even if I cannot have everything you can give to me, I can come close. Unlike you, I do not need to hide, and there are many dominions I can control using this Anima."

The Eye of Time looked a bit surprised at the question, his eyes flashed and like Rowan, it seemed as if he was considering a lot of things and then he unexpectedly said,

"I know you think I am evil,"

"Of course," Rowan interrupted him, "Because you are...Evil, literally."

The Eye paused, whether in annoyance or disdain before it cleared its throat, a gesture that would have made Rowan roll his eyes if he wanted to be petty, but if he wanted to drag the Eye deeper into his trap, he simply could not take everything he said at face value, that would lead to suspicion from the Eye, moments like these was when he needed to be as rude and exuberant as possible, to make the Eye think it was drawing him deeper into its machinations.

Rowan did not miss these games, they were extremely training mentally, the dangers in them as real as fighting on a knife edge over an abyss, but he was helpless when it came to higher powers, he simply needed to play it well enough to win.

"Telling you my goals would only lead to harm, but what I can say is this. Whatever I do with my Anima would not affect you. I only sought to fix some of the mistakes of the past... this is all I can do, my time is over, and I just want to make some changes with this unexpected gift."

The voice of the Eye of Time had gone soft, almost pleading, perhaps, if Rowan had not transformed himself into a living dimension, he would have been drawn into the picture that the Eye was painting, if he had not seen the vision of Jerediah, if he had not known that he was looking at the originator of his suffering and pain for so long, then he would have fallen, but instead Rowan smiled, this gesture passing through his Ascendant body, making the metal over his face groan as it assumed a toothy grin,

"No," he said,

The Eye of Time blinked, "I don't think you fully understand the ramifications of what I am telling you, simply put, you have no choice in this matter if you want to survive what is coming."

"There is always a choice, and I don't choose you. You do not have a bargain."

Something changed, and even as much as he was looking around, he could not find what was different, but Rowan had to force himself not to take several steps backward. Then he saw the eyes of the mortal body that the Eye was wearing, and the mask of civility had finally dropped. Inside those eyes he saw the madness of all the Shadows multiplied countless times over, and deeper into that vault of delirium was something ancient and rotten, holding an incredible amount of bitterness and rage, so much so that Rowan felt his bright golden soul begin to wither and he knew he had just glimpsed Evil, true Evil the likes that most could never know or comprehend,