Chapter 1832: Aftermath (Final) Clearly, this first path was a no-go for Rowan. Primordials, Death, Evil, and more negative forces had made Limbo their paradise, and he was not willing to test himself against their endless hunger... at least, not like this. "What had happened in the past that led to this madness? Did no one see the future and understand that the hunger of the Primordials would lead everything to its end?" For Rowan, the answer was obvious, unlike other Realities that would have to expel any ninth-dimensional entity inside them since they could not handle the drain of holding an entity of this power; he was different. What would happen if he reached the ninth-dimensional level? Would his Ether be transformed into pure Origin Essence? Even if it didn’t, Rowan knew his energy stores would transcend the limitations of Ether into something much more powerful. However, that was not his primary concern; the ascension of Telmus was not just to gain a Primordial by his side, it was also to observe the process by which an entity would reach the ninth-dimensional level. Rowan was satisfied that he had all it took to easily reach the ninth dimension, except for one crucial aspect. Unlike Telmus, who had rooted his concept of Defiant Ascension inside Rowan’s Reality, Rowan was inside the dead Reality of Eosah and had no place to lay down his foundations. Without the presence of Rowan, Telmus would be unable to ascend without entering Limbo, this was one essential step that could not be skipped, how could he be able to break this barrier? What other path was there before him that he could have taken? It was not as if Rowan could not get stronger without reaching the ninth-dimensional level. His limitless trait meant that with every passing moment, he was getting stronger. His consciousness was endlessly upgrading every single technique he knew, refining and fusing them together, and Rowan had long exceeded anything and anyone inside Eosah’s Reality. Primordial Soul, Chaos, Demon, and Time... Rowan had matched them at their best, and he had broken them all while he was still at the eighth-dimensional level, and he was still growing stronger. His Attributes were increasing constantly; a single Eos in any attribute represents the technical limit of a Reality. Still, Rowan’s attributes were growing, and he estimated that even if he did not reach the ninth-dimensional level, his attributes would grow to the extent where he would be able to tear his enemies to pieces by the strength of his "flesh" alone. He could spend every single moment he had growing the power of his attributes, but the end was coming, and the enemies were banging at a falling gate. The plan of Eosah to strengthen her walls would only give Rowan a single second to react when it collapsed; it was not enough to hold back the Primordials. Ultimately, the only solution to the problem at this stage was to reach the ninth-dimensional level. Rowan was planning to create more Primordials, and he would only be able to sustain them with the strength that would come from reaching the ninth-dimensional level. There was one individual who might be able to help him through this problem, and closing his eyes, Rowan sent an Incarnation towards the realm beyond Origin, to that door that held all the mysteries behind existence. ® Rowan’s Incarnation descended into the Origin of Time linked to the Reality of Eosah, and when he reached the fourth level and was about to push his consciousness beyond it to contact Eosah, he paused as a thought entered his mind. He had discovered that he could reach Eosah through any of the Origin Concepts he controlled; it did not matter if it was Time or Chaos, as long as it was linked to her Reality, he could reach her. And then he wondered, what would happen if he were to reach out beyond the other Origins of Time he had taken from Primordial Time? The thought sent chills down his spine. As far as he could tell, Eosah was the only entity he knew that had access to this ephemeral place beyond Origin; it was the only reason the Primordials outside her boundary had sent Avatars inside her domain to discover the truth. But was that the truth? Rowan found out that he was not satisfied with this answer. He had learned enough lessons during his lifetime to believe only in the things that he had rigorously checked. At this point, his investigation into the fourteen different origins of Time he had collected had passed the preliminary stage and would not take long before he began to explore its depths. The names of the fourteen dead Realities were at the tip of his tongue: Eshalon, Elandor, Erebys, Elyrion, Eldorin, Eshara, Ebonar, Eldrath, Elyndor, Elysian, Erendor, Evander, Eldrian, Ebonys, and finally Eldoria. To any being, whether mortal or immortal, Realities was a concept that was extremely distant to them, like a mortal looking at the most distant of stars and knowing that even if they were given a million lifetimes, they would never touch it. But for Rowan... for Eos, all of these names represented a once living entity that loved and laughed and had cried when they saw their children growing or excelling... they were the literal personification of creation, and their emotions ran deeper than any mortal or immortal could imagine. Each of them was unique, no single one of them would ever be seen again, and it was in moments like this that the full weight of the madness of the Primordials came to light. Every Reality slaughtered did not just represent the loss of one life, but of infinite lives whose stories would never be told, whose glory would never be witnessed... was it no wonder that all of existence was going mad, sins like this could not be forgiven or forgotten... a being like Rowan was needed, was necessary to cleanse this rot. He might be the last act of defiance left from all the goodness left in existence. Rowan’s Incarnation stood still for a moment before separating into fifteen separate Incarnations. The first Incarnation summoned the door to Eosah, and the rest fourteen delved into the Origin of Time from the other Realities. He was now choosing to fully focus on these Realities; perhaps he might discover a surprise.