THE PRIMORDIAL RECORD

Chapter 1389  Origin Avatars (1)

Making four plates out of Adamantite, one being much bigger than the rest, Rowan finally acknowledged the presence here with him. It was a bit childish for him to keep them waiting, but he thought it was important that they also observed him in this manner, he did not know when he would ever sit here like this again, and if they were to hold on to any core memory of who he was, then he wanted one of those memory to be this one.

Not of a creator, or a destroyer, but a mortal.

When he had awakened from his deep slumber, he had found his body in the form of a child, but with his body syncing with the mental age that placed him in his mid-twenties, he rapidly grew to his peak form. He was not growing, just shifting the arrangement of his body to suit what he wanted, and he luxuriated at the ease he was able to do such a thing.

His dimensional flesh was incredibly vast, and to be able to shapeshift as easily as he wanted as if he was not moving around an extreme amount of mass was simply amazing. His strength, flexibility, and overall constitution had taken a leap forward but Rowan stopped himself from knowing how much, at least until this moment he was about to create had passed.

Expressed outside of his body were his fully realized Origin bloodline and they all had their Avatars.

The first Avatar that was closest to him was his Serathis Origin bloodline, and she was in the form that he would call a Dryad. Resembling a child of twelve, she had green skin and eyes that were a bit too large, and those eyes were filled with bright white flames as if they contained stars, her hair was made from flowers and green silk-like reeds, and the emerald dress she wore seemed to have grown out of her skin, and they glowed like gemstones.

She was beautiful like a morning blossom and had an inherent majesty like the rising sun, her eyes were filled with curiosity, and her stomach rumbled with hunger. Rowan tapped the void beside him,

“Sit with me,”

His voice made her shake, and she looked at him with eyes that seemed to be a portal to all the light in existence and she smiled and hurried over and sat where he gestured. Rowan paused, in those smiles he had seen fragments of Elura, and also of him as a child. As she sat, a field of flowers appeared underneath her, as trees and flowing rivers were born. Stars began to bloom around her and they nestled on her hair like fireflies or they zoomed around her face, making her giggle in child-like glee.

The next figure that was closest to him after the Avatar of Serathis, was the Avatar of Chronomancer Prime, and Rowan nearly arched an eyebrow at his appearance. The Avatar could not be distinguished from a human youth, and his appearance was closer to that of Andar except for his short black hair, and his eyes that were like a void holding multiple phantoms of rotating hourglasses within.

As if he had brought a noble youth from a 19th-century Victorian royal house from his previous world, the Avatar of Chronomancer Prime resembled a strapping young man around the age of twelve, wearing a finely crafted black suit, over it was a knee-length, double-breasted frock coat, and a chain-linked pocket watch was carried in his waistcoat pocket, but from the indentation on his coat, it would appear that it was not a watch at the end of that chain but an hourglass.

The only thing missing from his getup would be a top hat and a cane, and Rowan would have believed that he had kidnapped an aristocratic gentleman from Earth. He was a picture of refinement and his clothing showed meticulous attention to detail, well, except for the fact that he was missing a pair of shoes. Odd thing to leave out, Rowan thought, but everything about this Avatar was odd, and he was curious to learn more about it, unlike his two other bloodlines, Chronomancer Prime was the one that he understood the least.

Rowan gestured that he could sit beside him and the young man bowed in a dignified manner, and he did not make any form of movement, but he was already sitting at the spot that Rowan had gestured, and if not for the power of Rowan’s perception, he would not have noticed how the boy had been able to move from one position to another, and the simple answer was that he didn’t, he had always been there beside Rowan.

He was able to make any intent to be real, and it was a surprising ability that Rowan wanted to know the limit of. This power was like a mortal wishing to be a king of the gods and then realizing that he had always been one since birth.

Nodding internally in appreciation, he began to understand the deeper facets of the power of Chronomancer Prime, and how the power of Fate and Time was twisted all around it.

The last of his bloodlines were also equally as peculiar, and they were his Ouroboros Serpents, now wearing humanoid forms. Even though he had expected this change, it was still shocking for him to see such power forces of nature, placed inside a humanoid body, and these were not mere shells that could be worn and discarded, this was a true form that could be developed upon.

Unlike the first two of his Origin bloodline that had only a single Avatar, the Serpents had six, which should have been obvious because they were six different individual creatures with minds of their own, and it was perfectly reflected here.

They appeared to be cast out of gold, and their bodies were adorned with metallic scales like armor, and immediately Rowan noticed that except for one of the six that had long golden hair and apparent female features, the rest of them were androgynous, and they had no single bit of hair on their head, not even eyebrows or lashes. Appearing physically the most mature, his Origin Ouroboros bloodline Avatars could be mistaken for beautiful statues cast of gold.

Unlike the first two bloodlines, the six did not need to be summoned, led by the female they practically glided until they sat opposite Rowan, their golden-slitted pupils staring at him with fascination and a slight bit of shock, he could understand the thoughts going on in their mind, this evolution of their powers was outside the boundaries of their bloodline, and for the first time since forever, the Ouroboros Serpents were lost, nothing they had ever experienced could provide answers to them, except for the one person whom they were deeply connected to, because they were part of him.

The Avatar of Serathis was sitting by his left hand, and the Avatar of Chronomancer Prime was sitting by his right, and although they were largely in the form of children, the smallest here, which was the Avatar of Serathis, was bigger than a galaxy, and in the short moment that she had been sitting, more heavenly phenomenon had appeared around her, as black holes and planets began to drift all around her face, buzzing like bees.

As they were all settled, Rowan began ladling the food on each plate, “I know you all have questions, and I have deliberately limited your omniscience for a while, sit and eat with me, and then I will tell you all a story.”

The first of the plates and the biggest was handed to the Avatars of the Origin Ouroboros, and as he set it before them, the plate split in six, each part holding equal portions that drifted towards all the Avatars, the next plate went to Chronomancer Prime and the last to the Avatar of Serathis who had been fidgeting for a while, out of all the Avatars, she was the one most interested in the meal.

Rowan plated the last one for himself, and although there was not much left for him, he did not require food for sustenance. “You can eat,” he said and the Avatar of Serathis wasted no time and began digging into her food, her spoon shoveling the wholesome grub into her mouth with great speed, making her hand blur.

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