Chapter 1592: I Stand... Unbroken (2) Primordial Soul had awakened a sliver of her consciousness; however, for an entity of her power, this sliver of consciousness was enough to achieve miracles. So, she set out to change the fate of this stubborn soul’s origin, whose resilience had led to a miracle. Of course, Primordial Soul sensed a great opportunity here to regain her freedom because this soul alone had the potential to pierce through Oblivion. Time was running out for her, and there was no assurance that there would be a soul like this again, even if another twelve Major Eras passed. She did not fully understand this soul or its ultimate capabilities; the only thing it had was potential, and it would be a shame if this potential were not well utilized. With the sliver of her consciousness awakened, Primordial Soul began to manipulate the overall Destiny of Reality, affecting the interests of the Primordials, subtly weakening them and causing waves of unending infighting. Primordial Soul had awakened during the Supreme Era, and the Omniscience of the Primordials had been cut off, and because the Soul Origin that triggered her consciousness was not attached to anything in Reality, there was no thread of Fate binding it. All of this made her resurrection to become undetectable, and her influence was invisible. She made significant changes, most especially with Primordial Chaos, who was responsible for crushing the soul origins that held a bit of her Will. Primordial Chaos was unaware that a sliver of her Will was awake, and he would never know that so many of his actions were dictated by the Will of Primordial Soul. All these actions led to the birth of Rowan Kuranes—the soul origin that stood alone... unbroken. ® The wave of death that had covered Rowan’s head had retreated; all of it had been diverted into Caine, who now resembled a charred husk. All forms of life had vanished from his body, and what was left was simply a loaded weapon; even the blade had merged into his body. All of these events did not take a significant amount of time, and from the time Caine appeared to his imprisonment, barely a moment had passed, since Rowan’s body was cloaked by deep, higher-dimensional laws at the ninth-dimensional level, of a sort that had never been seen in Reality before. A wave of his hand covered Caine in a chain of the same laws that covered every emanation emerging from his body. These chains did not come from him but from the remnants of the Primordial Soul’s power in his body. The Primordial would not like how he was utilizing her finite strength, but Rowan did not care because he wanted to see the limits of her strength. She should be much weaker from her claims, but it was impossible for him to believe such a thing. Primordial Soul needed him to break the Gates of Oblivion for her freedom, and so she would do almost anything or paint her image into the most favorable light for that to happen. Anyone would think that having what was considered to be the most powerful Primordial at his side was a great thing, but instead, Rowan had never felt more threatened in his entire existence. His existence might have been hidden for so long, but it was because of the Primordial Record, and his... "BOOM!!!" A terrifying wave of power erupted in the distance, followed by a scream of rage. A powerful shockwave followed, crushing space and time. This realm of the Primordial Beast had been damaged past the point of recovery, and only its eternal attribute as a ninth-dimensional realm had barely sustained it for so long. However, it was unknown how long this would last with the amount of power that was being displayed here. Rowan growled softly like an awakening beast and stood up, pulling his Destroyer from the earth. The shockwave from the eruption in the distance slammed against his skin and was broken apart, and he closed his eyes as waves of annihilation and death washed past him, seemingly unending. His perception swept into the storm of power that would shatter existence like glass and went beyond to its originators. Rowan saw the battle that was ongoing between Primordial Chaos and Bahamut pass the storms. It was one of the most dazzling scenes he had ever witnessed, and not because of the intense display of power but the sheer complexity in every move they were making. Bahamut had divided himself into ten places, and instead of his powers falling, the opposite happened, and he no longer resembled a being of flesh but of eldritch lightning whose myriad colors were almost impossible to describe. His shape was now roughly hunanlike but with a massive tail at his waist that was two times as long as his body, and the ten of him surrounded a lone figure at their center, who was holding his own against Bahamut, and according to the pages of Fate drifting across Reality that only Rowan could see, there was no assurance that Bahamut would win. Every one of the bodies of Bahamut worked together in a state that was beyond harmony, as space, time, fate, destiny, and other mystical concepts were woven into every move of his body as he fought on a level that filled Rowan’s mind with countless inspirations. Still, his opponent was equally as dangerous, if not more so. Primordial Chaos, a shifting abomination of swirling darkness and iridescent madness, held two lances of scarlet decay in his hands. He fought against Bahamut, every movement a dance and an eruption of power. Rowan noticed that he was using the smallest amount of power to effect significant changes across existence. This was not like the talent of Staff, where she pulled power from the Nothingness and used it to boost the energy she absorbed. No, Primordial Chaos was using the same energy that could be used to light a match to shatter a hundred universes. There was no way this should be possible, but Primordial Chaos was doing the impossible with the sort of higher-dimensional laws that Rowan could not yet touch. That gap was rapidly changing, and if he could achieve this state and merge it with his other advantages, Rowan would be nearly unstoppable. However, he believed that with his present powers, he should be able to hold his own. This was very important to him because it meant he could not fight the Thrones of a Primordial. However, Rowan realized that Primordial Chaos was here using the body of a lesser being, and that body belonged to Caine.