The Primordial Record - Chapter 1457

Chapter 1457 He Still Holds Back

Seed was not taken back by those words, they had played this game a thousand times over, he and the Eldarah, instead he burst into rapturous laughter, knowing that he always had an advantage over them because of the things that he was willing to do, bound by tradition and their old powers, the Eldarah had become complacent and it was an easy thing for him to taken advantage of that fact, Seed spoke out, his words were particularly inflammatory,

"You should choose your words wisely Yulsef, we all know that as long as I keep making all the important play, you all will still need me, instead you should worry more about yourself Yulsef, do not give me the idea to come for a seat in the Eldarah, because believe me, I will be coming for your position, unlike you lot, I don't hide my intentions, and my path is unshakable, the fact you waste so much time with meaningless words vexes me to no end when you know my mind cannot be changed. This is my blood, and his path would be one of Emperors, and if he fails, his death is nothing but proof that he was not worthy of my path. This burden is for him alone to bear."

"Ah, interesting," Yulsef grinned, "In every scenario you come on top, with no risk to yourself but time, and time you have in an endless amount, it will be interesting what he thinks about all of this, your grandson, I can feel the air around him, Seed, it seethes with hate, this should not be of his choosing, is it not? Just for this, if he survives, I will love to give him all the support that he desires, away from your wretched hands."

Seed's eyes narrowed, "Your intervention is only for the sake of tradition, do not step outside your boundary, Yulsef, or such great slaughter I shall call on your descendants."

Yulsef sneered, "My descendants? I have many, you have only one. I don't see a scenario where I am the one afraid. Is this what you are now reduced to, threatening my spawns?"

The atmosphere was slowly growing heated before Elura stepped forward, standing ahead of Seed and the Eldarah and she gracefully bowed,

"I apologize for the words of my father; although uncouth, he means well, I fear that his insistence on isolation has degraded some of his social skills. We are not here for disagreement, instead we are here to present the Eldarah with a powerful resource, a weapon that could be wielded against all our enemies, this is a chance to lift all our branches to the height of this Supreme Era, and for everything we have done here, there is a justification for it. Including the inclusion of such chaotic power near the Memory of our Primogenitor, you see, my son is not just a Breaker, he is the Dominator of a Supreme Circle, and for someone like him, there needs to be special dispensations, he can be... stubborn."

Silence reigned for a while at that bombshell that Elura had just dropped, and another Eldarah from the six stepped forward, this Old One was female with an especially long hair that seemed to penetrate multiple dimensions, although with the beauty of the Eldar, it was sometimes hard for those not of their race to tell the difference between a male and a female, but her voice was especially soft, like a quiet breeze,

"For someone of such talents like your son, Elura, surely you would have seen reason for him to use the many less dangerous options, a Scion like this, may come once in a Major Era and his death would be a waste. There is no victory here, only a major waste and we mourn for him, in our ways, this madness can still be stopped."

"Zerak, your words are welcome," Elura shook her head, "But, on this matter, we see things differently, it is because he is such a great talent that the best that can be given is the least we could do for him, no matter how dangerous it is for him, forgive the words of my father for he too struggles with this decision if my son survives, he does not need to be given a Domain, he can claim it when he becomes an Old One, with this sacrifice, I hope you all give the permission for his submerge in the Memory of Life"

Seed and the Eldarah looked surprised at the words of Elura, giving up a chance for her son to claim a Branch if he survives when with his actions he had technically earned it was nothing but a loss to the child, but this seemed like a suitable price to pay because of Seed's arrogance. It was a win-win for them, because on the slim chance that Rowan survives, then they would not be giving an entire branch to a sixth-dimensional immortal, which would do nothing but enlarge the power base of these two already overpowered Old Ones.

The Eldarah looked at each other, conveying hidden messages between them, and finally, it was Zerak that spoke,

"As demanding as your requests are, Elura, your son has shattered the Frozen Road and brought forward one of the prophecies of our rise, a Domain should be his reward, but you are asking us to grant access to the Primordial Essence within the Memory for his rise to the sixth-dimensional level, we have decided to agree to this, yet we still thinks he deserves more reward, and so if he reaches the seventh-dimensional realm, he shall be the first in our history to claim a branch at that level."

Elura bowed, "This is acceptable".

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Seed and Elura stood aside, watching Rowan struggle, his eyes closed and the pain was obvious on his face. "Everything is going according to plan," Seed sent his thoughts to Elura, "However, your reason for denying Romion a domain, I would hear of it. Do not tell me you are jealous of his talent and seek to suppress his growth. Why give away such a great advantage?"

Elura smiled, "Your words sting Father, but you have a way of raising him, and I also do too. I am not jealous of his talent because there is no need for me to be, he is my son after all. Romion is a child of wonder, and I suspect that something drastic is going to take place next, refusing the domain on his behalf was made to tie down the hands of the Eldarah, whatever is to come, they would not be able to back out of it. They already gave their words. Besides, this is also your fault, you antagonize them too much Father, and to spite you they would have delayed the process of Romion entering the Memory, I am simply cleaning up your mess."

"Hmm, then in this matter I will trust your judgment, his bequeathment was shifted to the seventh-dimensional level, and so not much time would pass before he gains it, if only they knew how quickly he cultivates, they would not have made that decision, who would ever believe he can become a fifth dimensional immortal from the third, in just a thousand years."

All was quiet for a while before Elura spoke, "Are we doing the right thing by him? He has so much potential, perhaps he should have taken a less risky path."

Seed's eyes flashed with fury and he seized Rowan by the neck and began walking towards the Memory, making Elura gasp in surprise as well as the Eldarah, their retinue left behind were still not fully aware of what was happening, but they knew that Rowan was still in a debilitated state and bringing him close to the Memory of Primordial Life was nothing but suicide.

Yulsef burst into laughter, "He has finally gone mad, do not let him taint the memory of our father with that abominable energy, as soon as that child dies, draw him out of the Memory."

"Father, what are you doing?" Elura cried out, a bird flash of intense anger going across her vision.

Seed grunted in irritation as he saw that look in her eyes before he sent her a thought, "You think I have pushed this lad, but I still suspect he holds back, and this knowledge frustrates me to no end. Why do I think no matter the trial I put in his place, he is still toying with them? Don't you see, even till the end, he did not even try to display his fucking Will."

Elura frowned, "old man, you are going too far."

Seed paused as if in thought before he sighed, "Perhaps, guess I will be finding out if his limits lie here." then he tossed Rowan into the Memory of the Primordial of Life, with the blade of Caine suppressing his physique to those of a mortal.