Chapter 1850: Final Form (4) Rowan frowned, "Destroy the Cradle of Enoch? Why would they want to do that?" "You have to understand, Rowan, Limbo is no longer a place where new Realities can be born. It has become far too poisoned for anything of creation to be seeded within." Eosah whispered, "The last place where Realities can arise is inside the Cradle. I fear that whatever plans the Primordials had when they partook in the creation of you, Rowan, have failed. The chance for them to escape their madness has been broken, and now, in their madness, they would seek to destroy all things." "But I have killed several of the Primordial Minds inside Reality, and what is left are just Memory, Light, and Life." Eosah’s eyes widened as she considered the implications of those words, "Then this might lead to a new sort of complication that may end up either a blessing or a great disaster. What would these three Primordials do when they have the others at their mercy? Remember, they themselves are their greatest enemy." Before Rowan could reply to her statement, a loud sound like an air horn resounded, making Eosah scream in pain and cover her ears, while Rowan went pale and flinched. He was aware that it was the light of his Final Form that was keeping him safe, because this sound attacked the fundamental nature of a being. Thankfully, the sound stopped in a few short moments, or Rowan would have joined Eosah on the ground, screaming. Relief was short-lived as the sound resumed once more, and this time it continued for longer before it ended. Rowan was on his knees, with both of his hands squeezing his head as if letting go would shatter his skull from within. A faint fog carrying the power of creation was drifting out of Eosah’s eyes, nose, and ears... the sound was killing her from the inside out, shattering the core of her being. Gritting his teeth, Rowan decided to act; they could not withstand one more blast from the Primordials, and if the trend continued, the sound that would emerge next would be much longer, and there was a probability that it would never end! Rowan’s intuition, backed by his Will of Truth, was telling him that this sound was not an attack; it was simply the full unleashed Aura from the Primordials. It was the sound of their heartbeats. The fact that he was able to hear the sound was due to his strength; anyone else would be dead, maybe, even Death itself. The primordials had reached such a level of strength that it was almost impossible for them ever to find their match. Glorious abominations, they were true horrors, but this did not take away their crushing strength born from an endless life of gluttony and slaughter. Rowan did not understand how to wield the power of his Final Form, at least not in the way he desired. What he could do was to give vague commands and hope the power he unleashed went according to his will. He was like an ant with the power to control the weather, if he failed to channel his WIll properly when controlling a hurricane, he would be blown away and crushed. "Protect us..." he whispered under his breath, and his eyes widened in shock as a soft voice responded. The light from his Final Form whispered back into his heart, "No. This is not my purpose." Then the sound began anew, and Eosah gave one final despairing scream; her eyes were fixed on Rowan, and in them, he could see so much. There was anger, fear, and, surprisingly enough, in the depths of her gaze was hope. Somehow, even in this moment when both of them were on the verge of death, Eosah still believed in him. Through the pain, Rowan nodded and smiled at her, not caring that blood was pouring from his mouth and his smile must have resembled the grin of a starving wolf. Eosah made a soft moan as she collapsed into nothing, leaving faint motes of starlight behind. Rowan shuddered as he alone remained. He was on his knees, but this was not the way a man like him should present himself before his enemies, and so he slowly rose to his feet. As he had feared, the sound was no longer ending; instead, it was getting stronger, as the heartbeats of more Primordials began to rise. Somehow, Rowan remained standing through it all, buffeted by endless waves of annihilation that could not be described because they had transcended any form of words. Rowan knew that it was his previous actions that saved him. The fact was simple: the sound he was hearing was coming from three sources and not seven. If there had been seven fully awakened Primordial, then at his present level, just the sound of their combined heartbeat would have been enough to kill him. But all of that did not matter; he was not ready to fight Primordials of this level, and his greatest weapon seemed to have a personality of its own, and it was one that may not align with his present goals. It was then that Rowan sensed a difference in the sound, a subtle shift in harmony that signified that this sound was no longer chaotic and natural; now, it was being controlled. He nearly staggered as the sound stopped, no, not stopped, instead the sound surrounded him like a shell, or a cage. He was being observed. Rowan smiled; it was almost a relief that he could now stand face-to-face with the monsters who had been at the center of his nightmares for so long. Slowly raising up his head, he observed the beings that observed him, and in the moment he saw the true form of the Primordials... Rowan’s mind cracked like glass. This change was so violent that the sound was audible, sounding almost like a crack from a whip. Both of his eyes exploded from his sockets, and as much as he wanted to see more, Rowan knew he had already stretched the danger to the greatest limits that he could manage. If this went any further, then he might not be able to pick up the broken pieces that were left. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎 He smiled and inside his heart he sent a message, "Eos, it is over to you now, my story here has ended. I claim the weakness of my Final Form."