In that vision of the past, one of the Primordial Beasts, the Torch Dragon, was killed, and according to the Primordials, his essence was to be used as a foundation to build upon the future, unlike the slaughter that happened at the end of the Primordial Era, the deaths of the Primordial Beast was a meticulous affair that was properly planned out and not as a result of revenge. The Primordials were building the future on the bodies of the Primordial Beast and the true understanding of what this meant was when Rowan compared the Primordial Beast to himself, a living dimension. Inside his dimension, many generations of lives had gone by, and with the ever-expanding size of his dimension plus the new generation of inhabitants living inside him who had no idea of who he was, or that they were living inside a sapient dimension, they simply saw their surroundings as something that ever was, and ever will be. Rowan had no need for worship, but in many corners of his dimension, it was not strange that there were many religions whose roots were attributed to him after stories of the first generations who met Rowan spoke of him. However, most of these first generations were either asleep as their power had grown to the limit of this dimension, or they were dead after all opportunities and dangers go hand in hand, and even though Rowan’s dimension contained a lot of opportunities, so too was the dangers it held. Over time, without his presence being visible to the inhabitants, he had nearly been forgotten, and most would not believe that their entire world, no, their entire galaxy, or even the universe at large was simply the body of one person. With the present state of reality, was this not the same thing? The Primordial Beasts were the true foundations of everything in existence, and the Primordials built upon their bones, after so long, no one else remembered who they were, and any claims made by the Primordials were taken to be the truth. If not for the resurrection of this bloodline by the Primordial Record, even Rowan would not know of the existence of the Primordial Beasts, and even if he saw the vision of the past with the Torch Dragon, without the bloodline of a Primordial Ouroboros Serpent inside of him, he would have never known that this creature was a Primordial Beast. For instance, it was said that Chaos was Reality, but was that truly the case? Or was it possible that Chaos was just the manager of reality? The lines between truth and lies at these higher levels were incredibly blurred. There were so many mysteries hidden behind lies and subterfuge that it would be impossible to know the truth in a short time or until Rowan reached a higher level of power, but at least, what he could glean from the past could help him here, that was his hope. The Primordial Beasts were gone, but the traces of their presence remained for those who knew where to look. Rowan did not know where to look, and as far as he could tell, no one else did, but he did not need to search particularly hard to know that he would be able to find these traces of the Primordial beasts more clearly if he went to certain special places, because the entire reason places like the Great Desert could be created was that they had special properties that made them viable. You could not simply store Memories of higher dimensional immortals in any random dimension and expect that it would contain them, no, there must be something unique about this location. Inside Rowan’s dimension there were special worlds that contained abundant essence and Aether that was greater than could be found in other worlds in his dimension, the reason for that was that he had Seeded those worlds, and that had further increased the power of the World Consciousness in those worlds. These worlds were powerfully contested because ownership of one was a guaranteed method to become immortal. After all, even a pig could become one after dwelling in those special worlds. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢 Using that as an example, certain special realms in reality could only be created by the fact that their foundations were special. The Frozen Road that linked all third-dimensional universes with the upper dimensions despite being created with Primordial Essence had the six heads of the sirens as a foundation, and Chaos had used those heads as a base to maintain his control, therefore Rowan had simply placed two and two together; if the Frozen Road needed these foundations, what sort of foundation would the Great Desert need? In his search for such places in all of reality when he had ventured into the future with his nine Reflections, Rowan had come across several, but most of them were firmly in the midst of Primordial Domains and it would be impossible for him to access them in a short amount of time, and his only true option was the Great Desert, luckily for him, several coincidences made the Great desert his only option. The Great Desert was a domain of a Primordial, but Chaos was even more restricted than the average Primordial who were all incredibly elusive entities, this gave Rowan the opportunity to deal with a subordinate of Chaos and not the Primordial himself, and no matter how dangerous Nemesis was, it could never be compared with scheming against a Primordial directly. In fact, until reaching the ninth dimension or as close to it as possible, Rowan did not want to challenge any Primordial directly, their foundations were simply too massive, and although he was on the path of building such a foundation, he was still a long way off. With the addition of the World Stele into the plan, he also had another layer of insurance in going after the Great Desert, however, the most important backing he had for pushing into the Great Desert was the connection he had with it. Every third-dimensional universe had this connection to the Great Desert and Rowan was no different, with this connection he had been able to safely monitor the Great Desert, understanding its forces and how to break it, and if he could bit break it, stall it for as long as possible until he completed his tasks. For the last million years, Eva had remained inside the piece of his dimension that he had deposited inside this realm and she had been learning about Nemesis and the power of Oblivion here, the tactics used in this battle, from the massive runic formation to the lights emitted from the angels wings were not tactics drawn on the fly, but carefully prepared methods the Lady of Shadows had taken great pains in order to discover. Yet it was possible that despite all his preparations he would be wrong. It could turn out that his hypothesis was incorrect and he could not find any traces of the Primordial Beasts here, but that was a risk he was willing to take. If he failed here then in the future, somewhere else, he would succeed. Rowan would never stop until he was killed, for his entire existence was channeled toward finding the ultimate truths behind everything in reality. As Andar’s wings snapped back, in that fraction of a moment when it covered the entire Great Desert, the rune formation searched for the traces of the Primordial Beasts, and it found… nothing.