The Primordial Record

Chapter 934  Titans

Rowan was determined to rid himself of his ignorance of the true nature of reality, if he did that then half the battle was won already and he would not be easily deceived by others.

He understood that there was information, some common and others more necessary that he was missing due to actions of the Reflections, and although over the last thousand years, he had learned a lot from the travelers' souls he had acquired inside the Frozen Waste, they could not satisfy him, for most of them were even more ignorant than him, having lived in a third-dimensional universe all their lives. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Rowan did not rush his journey towards the Lands of Miracles, walking relatively slowly, yet he was traveling at speeds even gods would consider blistering, by his estimation he would be in the Lands of Miracles in two months, which was enough time for him to plan for any eventualities that may arise, after all, he was entering an unknown land with unknown dangers.

Avoiding any travelers he met on the road, Rowan arrived at the end of the Frozen Waste two months later and beheld the massive tree ahead of him that was as large as a star. On the branches of the tree were countless green, swirling portals where a constant stream of lifeforms was entering and exiting. Rowan surmised that this place was not the Land of Miracles, but a waypoint, from here it was possible to be transported to the land of the Eldar.

He did not move forward, instead, he stopped and observed this place for a while.

On the base of the tree was a palace made from wood, its shape was distinct, yet it was almost familiar, the wooden palace of Golgoth should have drawn inspiration from this one.

However what drew most of his attention were on both sides of the palace, two massive wooden titans, they were beings that could be considered humanoid trees, each standing hundreds of miles tall, and their large green eyes peering at everything that was transpiring below. Both the titans were wearing robes of vines and flowers, but this did not detract from the sheer power and sense of viciousness that emerged from their bodies, no one would ever mistake these creatures as beings of peace.

The fact that it was possible to see their mouths were filled with sharpened fangs only lent to this image of cruelty. Rowan suppressed a shudder in his heart when he noticed that these creatures were Will Holders and they were not even fourth-dimensional Will Holders but higher. Not familiar with individuals with higher levels of Wills, Rowan was unable to determine their level only that it was greater than the fourth.

Inside his heart he could feel the Ouroboros Serpents stirring, they had been asleep for centuries, recovering from the shock of every birth and attendance, and sensing the presence of these titans, they were beginning to wake up.

If he used his entire resources and abilities, he could hold his own against one of them, but fighting two would be risking death. Rowan removed his gaze from the two titans and looked at the palace where a constant stream of people were trooping in, all travelers who had managed to reach the Land of Miracles. What Rowan considered noteworthy was the diverse array of personal adornment and garbs worn by the individuals trooping into the palace, from flowy robes, tight robes, cloth tunics, artsy smocks, hard-boiled jerkins, suits of armor, and that was not even mentioning the various species he could see.

From lizardmen to Beastfolks, walking stones and metal spirits, and several species that stretched his idea of what life was supposed to be, he saw a sapient mirror, living painting, and other stranger sights, all of whom brimmed with power yet held their heads down in subservience. Only the barest hint of power emerging from the two titans beside the palace had cowed them all, these were beings who could effortlessly crush a universe, and they were here, standing guard. Rowan could easily imagine the thoughts running through their minds as they stepped towards the pinnacle of power—A Primordial's domain.

Peering at his feet Rowan noticed that the edge of the Frozen Waste ended abruptly as if there was a straight line or barrier demarcating the Land of Miracle from the frozen waste. He was stepping on snowy ground, but if he moved his feet a few inches forward, he would be on lush green grass.

Rowan raised his foot up, hesitated for a single moment, and then crossed over before he froze as the gaze of the two titans by the side of the palace became fixed on him. In a move that drove the entire waypoint to silence, the two titans began to strode forward.

It was unknown how long they had stood there but it was long enough that they had developed roots, and when they moved, they tore out their roots from the ground, causing the entire area to shake as if a magnitude ten earthquake was occurring. Cries of astonishment and shock came from the travelers heading into the wooden palace as they all cowered in fear, beings with the power of God Emperors trying desperately to push themselves into the ground and become part of the background.

This fear was instinctive, like a mortal seeing a mountain walking toward them, they all knew that they could be easily crushed to nothingness, and the Titans would not even be aware of their passing, for they were less than bugs in their sight.

The two titans reached Rowan, and they suddenly knelt, their heavy bodies shaking the ground. Their heads dropped until they were only a few inches away from the ground and their large eyes were focused on Rowan like lanterns.

Rowan frowned, this close he could begin to detect something unexpected from the bodies of these titans, and his suspicions proved to be correct when the foreheads of the titans squirmed and bulged forward before vanishing exposing a large gaping hole.

From the hole in the heads of both titans, two figures wearing green armor emerged, and Rowan sighed when he realized that this titan was not alive, it was simply a puppet.