The Primordial Record - Chapter 947

Chapter 947 Discussion On The Nature of Poisons

Rowan had plans to spread his wine to a lot of individuals for him to properly understand its full purpose but if it could be easily detected then he would have to change the method he used in disseminating this wine, but still he wanted to know how this hidden trait was discovered.

His curiosity burning, Rowan asked, "If that wine is poison, it was never my intention, it was only to provide a benefit for those who brought me valuable information about this higher dimension."

This was the truth, Rowan had never intended to unlock a hidden ability of Ambrosia, the Aether generated by the city of Sheol, and he knew that this old man would be easily able to detect the truth in his words.

The old man sighed, "I know that you don't need to, but you have to understand that for someone like you and I, sometimes our intentions are meaningless, only the act itself speaks for us. There is something of the Old ones inside you, which should not be expected even though your body is brimming with their bloodline, a reflection of the moon is not the moon itself,"

"but somehow you still manage to shine as bright as the original in a manner. Ridiculous, and yet there is no Will bounding you to their position, so strange... If Elura wanted to create a weapon, she created one that was far too perfect, it is unlike her not to leave a flaw, and yet I still wonder, would she even be able to leave a flaw in someone like you?"

"I do not ask for your secrets, we are all entitled to keep them, and it is a challenge to unearth them by myself, a challenge that I know I will succeed at in the end, nevertheless it does not stop me from wondering after putting my mind to it, what is the end goal for your existence? I believe I have only seen a small part of what you hold and this astonishes me. How can something like you with so much potential be allowed to have a life? How did Elura not bind you tighter to her cause before you left the ignorance of the lower realm?"

Rowan looked at this old man, away from Elura his demeanor had changed, in front of his daughter he was a brash and obnoxious old man, quick to judgment and ever willing to dispense with harsh words at a moment's notice, but here, he almost felt... fragile.

"Hey, old man, you have not introduced yourself to me. I don't think I should keep referring to you as just an old man in my head."

Throwing another bottle of wine in his mouth and chewing, the old man raised an eyebrow, "why not? It is not as if I am not a male, and am I not old? You should have other greater things to worry about, but I understand the need for a name... let's see, one of my first and favorite was Seed, you can call me Old Man Seed, yes, I like that name."

Rowan rolled his eyes and remained silent watching as the space they were traveling zoomed faster and faster, it was a shame that his first excursion into the past was so lackluster, but he knew he had to lay low for the moment, to distract himself from the seemingly endless monotony he asked,

"Why was there such a harsh response the moment I stepped into the Land of Miracles?"

"How could there not be?" the old man sniffed, "You brought the power of a lower dimension to a higher one, and although you kept your Will hidden, it still operates using the same fundamental power source every dimension shares."

Rowan coughed and he asked a question that he was not aware he needed to ask in the first place, "Old man Seed, what powers a Dimension?"

The old man grinned and spread his hands wide in a flourish, "Nothing!"

Rowan sighed and rubbed his brows.