Chapter 1191: Intrusive Thought Rowan closed his eyes for a bit before opening them, of course, he was not surprised at the words from the Eye, he had even expected it. With great power and age naturally came arrogance, the only one worthy to bargain fairly with a primordial or any of their remnants was another equal authority, but he was not here to seek justice or a fair bargain, at this time he was not yet worthy, he was here to learn and gain the ammunition he needs to understand the game better. What bothered him, however, was the hidden desire of the Eye and not what it was saying to him on the surface, there was always a hidden purpose and desires in dealings of this kind, nothing was ever straightforward, in this case, it might be rather simple for Rowan to know the hidden purpose of the Eye, with the memories from Jerediah, Rowan knew that it hated him, this was something he should not lose sight of, no matter what the Eye might be speaking, it wanted Rowan dead. "You must give me something better for me to accept such a term?" Rowan pointed out, "Am I not the only one who can give you what you want? For me, there are many others who I can go to for aid if I need assistance in leaving this realm, which I have no desire to do, and even if I want to leave this realm, I do not remember asking for help from anyone." Noah Rithmast shrugged, "You do have others you can ask for help, true, but whilst inside this realm, do you have a choice but to take my hand? You are greatly underestimating the dangers of this place, and I do not blame you. Doom Star is a rather perfect predator, although no one would call it efficient." Noah Rithmast turned around and looked at the sky as if observing something, Rowan noticed that he had not bothered healing his spine, but despite this, he still stood straight, he continued speaking without looking at Rowan, "You know what, this is the first time in a long time that I have spoken for so long, and I am feeling a bit generous today. I shall add this to sweeten the deal. A Spell that you would need if you want to survive. Such a Spell is what I will consider priceless." "A Spell?" Rowan muttered under his breath. "Do I have your attention now?" turning back to look at him, Noah Rithmast smiled, "You should not hate me for what I have done to you just now, the shadows are your enemy, not me. There are reasons I stopped you from reaching the fourth dimension using your Ascended body, and the greatest one is simple: your cover would be blown and the gaze of this realm would fall upon you. Your black book can not hide you again once you cross that threshold, and you have no idea the power this realm controls." What the Eye was telling Rowan was the truth but it was a shallow one. He was not a fool, Rowan knew that he would lose the shade of the Primordial Record when he became a fourth- dimensional entity, and that was the reason he created an Ascendant body, so he could mimic the form of this realm's children, thereby hiding under its gaze. There was no way the Eye could not realize what Rowan was doing, and yet it was pretending that its act of sabotage was one of salvation. Perhaps Rowan's abilities might seem fantastical to others, the act of deceiving a realm of this magnitude might seem impossible to comprehend, but an Eye of a Primordial would easily see through this deception. Rowan would never assume that this Eye did not understand his plan, he was not here to surpass this entity in wisdom, but in other qualities that it would lack. The fact that it was choosing to speak such obvious falsehood to Rowan meant the Eye did not care if he knew the truth, it just thought its position was insurmountable, and Rowan wanted to know the reason for that, "If the power of this realm is so great, why are you alive?" Rowan asked, "You have fallen far from your grace, and I see no reason why you have not been devoured entirely." Noah Rithmast's disturbing smile vanished as a cold look came to his fathomless eyes, when he began speaking his words were flowing faster than his lips were moving, the act of humanity from the Eye was slowly breaking down, "Ignorance, it is the only reason I am alive. It did not know what I was, only saw me as food, and in the scale of time a Realm's Will like this one operates on, it is willing to wait as long as it takes to assimilate me into its endless cycle. In its sights, except for a Primordial, nothing is a threat, and we all are ants running about on a tiny yard whilst it controls an entire world." "If we are all ants, why should I fear this realm?" Rowan astutely pointed out, "I can live my life under its watch for as long as I want. No matter how long I live or the matters I stir up, it will be nothing before its eternal watch." That cold gaze of Naoh fell on Rowan and he could not help but shiver, his soul wanting to be anywhere else. This feeling fascinated him, Rowan did not know where this fear came from, except from the depths of his soul itself, and although it was slightly annoying, he knew it was simply one of the instincts of being alive and recognizing great danger when it was present, Noah Rithmast harshly swiped his hand to the side, the act dislodging some of his fingers, those digits slowly floated in the air, and the Eye did not seem to be aware, "Do not act a fool child. Do you think that someone of your potential being unknown for so long is normal? Your black book functions as an umbrella in a storm, hiding you from the senses of all of those whose thrones you might threaten, you are lucky that since my banishment, the future is no longer set, else even this black book would be unable to hide you from those who see eternity. Reaching the fourth dimension would break the cover it has over you, and this realm would find you. Then the... others will, you have too much secret boy, and too much power. It is ridiculous that so much of it is concentrated in one body." The cold look from his eyes suddenly vanished and then it was filled with warmth, "Once more I say to you. I come with a bargain. For my Anima, I will be giving you a spell that can shield you until you become an eighth-dimensional entity, at that point you cannot hide your presence any longer so it is useless to try, and you will gain my aid three times. Make this choice and your nightmare in this realm will end. Your body shall be reunited with its remaining pieces, you can elevate your dimensional thresholds to the heights you are presently capable of, and all of reality would be yours for the picking." Rowan wanted to slap the face of the Primordial, its shameless declaration was reaching a point of annoyance. Did it want Rowan to think that it was not aware of his plan to deceive the Will of this realm using a pure Ascendant body? "What if it cannot imagine it? What if you are underestimating your abilities, and what you thought was a simple affair should be something that others would consider impossible, even the Eye of a Primordial."