The Primordial Record

No! This was not how the Primordial Record works, his bloodline might be a copy, nevertheless it was unique, and his bloodline may be linked to something long gone, it did not mean it was the same, after all, the Soul Reaver Bloodline became the foundation of this new Bloodline, making it fundamentally different from anything it was linked to.

His Ouroboros Bloodline was also connected to Chaos—The First Empyrean, the so-called controller of reality and creator of universes. Did that also influence him?

Rowan shook his non-physical head and decided to leave all these musings for one or two of his Consciousness Pillars when he woke up, he would be constantly trying to figure out the questions he needed to ask and the steps he needed to take when he became complete, but for now, trying to figure out concerns about topics that were so far above him was a useless endeavor.

Yet what was he to do inside this endless darkness? He had no way to influence reality, and the waiting was maddening. Rowan had ascended far past the mortal psyche, and endless loneliness would not cause any change in his mental state. However, it was the inactivity that got to him.

Knowing he had so much work to do yet spending so much time inside the darkness was what made it difficult to endure.

Then he felt something, almost like a pinch on a third limb. He knew something had touched him, but he did not know how to find the spot on his body. Rowan was like a deaf man hearing music for the first time, and he could not identify the sounds.

This sensation was now apparent because of his new connection with the darkness, and he became excited with the prospect of finding something new inside this unending sameness.

He waited patiently and stilled his mind, if it happened before, then it would most likely happen again, and he did not want to miss it.

Rowan waited for what seemed like years before he felt the pinch again, and he began to search for it. His vigilance was rewarded as he could feel where the sensation occurred, and his consciousness zoomed towards it.

When he reached that region of darkness where he felt the pinching sensation, there was nothing there, and he decided to wait here until he could see if there were any new changes.

When the next pinch happened he was right on top of it, and for a brief moment, he saw light, and then massive fangs with drools pouring from it.

Rowan's consciousness flooded towards the light unbothered by the fangs, as he found it somewhat familiar, besides he was no longer afraid of pain or physical damage, and he would rather be torn apart as he explored something new than spend one more century inside this place.

The light was beginning to disappear and Rowan forced himself to push through it, and it was difficult, almost as if he was a mortal trying to swim through concrete.

He was not going to make it, the light was fading too fast and he was only halfway through the gap, about to give up and try again, he heard an angered roar,

"What do you think you are doing? With all your potential given to you by the Creator, you still stooped so low to bite the hands that fed you and gave you life. You shall pay for this travesty. With every fiber of your being! Your death will be well deserved."

This voice slowed down the closing light as if the mouth filled with fangs was stunned by this turn of event, and Rowan forced himself to push through the last part of the hurdle and latched himself onto the jaws of the beast, but the strain of moving through the darkness and into the light knocked him out for a while.

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When Rowan woke up, he felt incredibly dizzy and his mind felt… suppressed, as if he was squeezed inside a two-inch iron box, but he was not too distraught because he could clearly sense the outside world, although in a limited manner.

However, anything but the darkness was preferable.

It took a while but he slowly began to acclimate to his present accommodations and then he understood why he had found the light familiar, it was because presently he was inside the body of the little dragon whelp Vraegar.

Although he was not possessing the body, as his present state was far too diminished to possess anything but a mortal.

Rowan became very curious about his present condition because he was not a soul, but something much more abstract, and the closest thing he could describe his condition was a reflection. He was the reflection of Rowan Consciousness.

He could exist because of the nature of his second bloodline that made him soulless. Such a trait came with other hidden benefits he was slowly learning about.

At this moment, his body still slept, yet his reflection had been able to escape the darkness and take shallow roots inside the body of Vraegar.

He slowly gathered strength over the course of weeks as he observed everything happening inside the Divine Palace, but it turned out not to be much because his host, the silly dragon had been nibbling on Rowan's Essence as he slept, and had been found out and thrown into a cell deep underground, and he had received no visitors.

The Essence he stole from him was barely worth a tiny bit of a fingernail on Rowan's hand, nevertheless, he could understand the reason for Eva's wrath. Vraegar had crossed her bottom line with his actions, even though he was a dragon and it was well known that such creatures were greed personified, it was still no excuse for his conduct.

Yet, Vraegars action had opened a new pathway for Rowan, and now he discovered that his Reflection could exist outside his main body, because even from all the way down here, he could still tell all his consciousness pillars were in a state of hibernation, but there was still a fatal attraction his body was having over this reflection, and he knew if he got too close to his body he would be sucked into it.