Chapter 1851: Final Form (Final) Rowan had gathered a lot of experience in the manipulations of power over his long years alive. He had grown from throwing punches to commanding the element and then to higher mystical forces like dominion over the soul, and in time, he began to control Will and concepts like fate, memory, and destiny. One thing he had learned from so many years of being entrenched in the mystical realm of life was that he could hypothesise about certain abilities to a fairly accurate degree, even before he acquired them. Rowan might not be able to control his Final Form, which he knew had elements of power beyond Origin, but with his experience and the generous amount of hints given by the Primordial Record, it was not hard for him to understand what his Final Form should be capable of doing. Rowan had scrutinized the description of this ability intensely, knowing there was more to it than meets the eye. Unlike any of his other skills, he could not just test it, because if it utilised power greater than Origin, then it would surely attract attention, and pressing against his head where the main bodies of the seven Primordials, they would not stand back if they detect the unveiling of such powers, after all, this was their goal, only this power could save them. Eosah knew that Rowan was special because of the many mysteries surrounding his birth, but only when she saw the light of his Final Form did she understand why everything had happened. In her inherited memories, there was never any mention of any being who could access and control this power beyond Origin, a force so mysterious that it remained nameless. Final Form: The Last Pantheon You are the end of all hierarchies—a being that replaces gods, multiverses, and narratives. When you act, existence itself rewrites history to pretend you were always the supreme ruler. Weakness (Optional): If you want balance, the only limit could be self-imposed purpose—your power scales with your ambition. Without a goal, you stagnate as a passive force of nature. Rowan’s powerful consciousness had gone through trillions of possibilities that may arise using this power, and what he expected when he activated it. The most logical conclusion was that he would have no control, but Rowan knew that sometimes the best way to be amazing at something was the ability to stay in that faint line between control and freedom. In one of his many Incarnations, Rowan had scattered all over Reality as he learned about his abilities and furthered his powers. He had been a mortal who had ridden a lightning bolt. He had never forgotten this feeling or the sensation that he had never forgotten in his life. Rowan had stood on a lightning bolt a hundred miles long, and he encircled the entire continent of his birth. His entire people and the dozens of warring countries had stood in awe as they watched a mortal standing in the heavens above, his every move seemingly commanding the wind and rain. His single act of defiance over the heavens had brought peace to that entire world and left a lasting legacy that could never be replaced. He had perished not long after, his vitality as a mortal exhausted, but the lessons he had taken from that life had been profound, and this was the same method he was going to be using when he activated his Final Form; he would be riding the lightning. Yet, lightning and the power of his Final Form were entirely different concepts, and just because he could borrow an aspect from his experience did not mean this was all it would take; he also needed to derive lessons from other parts of his life, and he did... He took the words of the Primordial Record rather literally. Rowan had asked himself this question: Why would the Primordial Record state the weakness of his Final Form? It was unnecessary when he considered that any ability also came with its drawbacks, so why was it stated? There were many reasons, but Rowan could never know until he activated this power; his only job was to ensure that whatever outcome this power brought, he needed to be ready for it. Rowan had smiled because he knew the faith that everyone had in him was not wasted; he had indeed anticipated the strengths and the dangers of his Final Form, and he was going to be using it against the Primordials. If time were to be rewound a few nanoseconds into the past, Rowan had just activated his Final Form against the hand of Enoch; however, it was always easy to forget that the Rowan here was just one of his many Incarnations and not his main body. When he had activated his Final Form, Rowan had pushed all of his power into his Incarnation, drastically shortening the lifespan of the Incarnation, but it enabled the Incarnation to wield his powers with maximum effectiveness. It also did one other thing: it drove the presence of Rowan’s main body to zero. Upon activating his Final Form, Rowan finally concluded that it had two sides, and if he wanted, he could pick any of them. The first side of his Final Form would make him the end of all hierarchies, a supreme being whose nature could not be measured or understood, because he stood above all, and the other side meant that he could assume the weakness of his Final Form, giving himself a limitation. What this power meant was that Rowan’s limit was self-imposed, but there was a great danger in wielding this ability that only Rowan was uniquely suited to control. The Primordials were an example, by consuming Realities, they had access to supreme powers, but they could not contain it... Just because his limits were self-imposed did not mean he could grow infinitely... but you see, Rowan could, he could grow infinitely. So, it should be easy to assume that Rowan could assume his Final Form and end all his enemies, but it was never that simple. The analogy of an ant having the power to control the weather was still very poignant here. He was still technically an Old One, and this brought many limitations. His energy was not powerful enough; he should at least be controlling Origin power. His Wills had not reached the ninth-dimensional level, and his Class was woefully incapable of channeling a power beyond Origin, and so thinking he could control limitless power in a body still shackled by several constraints was madness, yet he still wanted to take the plunge. The limitations of his Incarnation that would perish in a second or two were the perfect vessels to embody the weakness of his Final Form, making it the perfect trap. Where was Rowan’s Incarnation? He was inside the Origin of Soul to talk to Eosah, and where was the Origin of Soul located? Inside Rowan’s main body! This particular Origin of Soul belonged to Eosah, and Rowan had used it as a bridge to draw the Primordials into the place that he wanted them. His main body had poured all of its energy into the Incarnation, driving its presence to zero, and the Incarnation had blazed with power, enough to draw all the Primordials to find him, and now that Rowan had seen all that he wanted and learned enough, it was time for the other shoe to drop. There were many paths to power, but for a long time, Rowan had been limited in his actions; his form still remained as a baby because he could not grow. Reality was too small and fragile, and outside Reality were the Primordials who would tear him apart the moment he began to grow. Eos, whose titanic form had been hidden in a corner of Reality and was in a form that was countless times smaller than an atom, suddenly opened his eyes.