Chapter 334 The Darkness
Rowan was getting restless.
The nature of his Avatar of Eve Bloodline meant he could not truly fall into slumber, as without a soul, he could no longer rest. That luxury had been denied from him forever. Instead, his consciousness would be placed in a peculiar place.
He only saw himself inside darkness, and inside this darkness, time was warped, and every seconds outside could be years inside this place, and although Rowan was not aware how long it was that his body fell into slumber to digest the soul he harvested from a god, he knew he had already spent centuries inside the darkness.
That was a very long time, even for him, as he was not yet used to having a lifespan that made him almost pseudo-immortal.
The first few decades were tolerable, he did not make any plans or go over the events that happened on Jarkarr, he just rested and allowed his mind to go wherever it wanted. He imagined himself as a leaf inside a stream, just going along with the flow.
His mind had led him to the memory he had collected from the Third Prince… It also led him to the memory of his past unrecognizable self being tortured while the moons above him were towed to an unknown location by giant branches.
He spent years pondering over the memories, he knew he had many gaps inside them, but he never knew so much of it was lost, for what he could understand before his Transmigration, Rowan the Prince should have been only left with the smallest fraction of his memory, if indeed his origins dates back to millions of years ago, and his mother was the Empyrean of Life Elura.
His mind went over his mother and over the Third Prince and what sort of creature he truly was. Rowan went over the battles that occurred in Jarkarr, the mistakes he made, and the new direction he would be traveling in.
After he had sifted through most of his thoughts and suspicions, he began to wait for his body to awaken, but after so many years passed, he was no longer satisfied with waiting, and so, he began to explore the darkness.
He existed inside this darkness as a disembodied consciousness, and previously he heard the voice of Eva calling for him in the dark, now there was nothing but silence. Over the centuries, he had experimented with movements and he detected that he was moving, but since the scenery was the same, he did not know his momentum or even if he was truly moving.
Rowan had once spent decades just going in a single direction, without seeing any noticeable changes and then he stopped, for he had to concentrate if he wanted to move and could do nothing else.
He knew that the voice he heard at that time with the guise of Eva was from his bloodline, and if his will had been weak, he would have been devoured by it, becoming nothing but a shell for the Avatar of Eve Bloodline.
Rowan suddenly had a thought, was it possible for him to summon the Primordial Record inside this place?
He was surprised it took him so long to really think about it, but it was apparent when he remembered why that was so, he had been trying to reduce his dependence on this Singularity until he could totally control it.
Except for extreme circumstances, he did not truly need the Primordial Record any longer, as both his bloodlines could build on each other and develop, he was sure in time he would be able to accurately judge every single bit of his Attributes with perfect precision.
Well, this situation was a perfect time to use the Singularity for it might surprise him with a hidden function.
Willing to try, he began searching his consciousness for the trigger he always used to summon the Primordial Record, but soon he knew he was going to fail. Whatever this place was, he was cut off from his body. The triggers were there in his consciousness, only he could not touch anything.
In a manner, he was not awake, or he might even say he was not alive so to speak, but he was also aware.
When he found himself inside the darkness, the first thought that came to him was vague, and he had brushed it aside as unimportant, but now he understood the true meaning of it, and his understanding of the Avatar of Eve bloodline grew with that awareness.
He felt the darkness shake around him, and he knew something had changed as his understanding of his bloodline deepened; he became close with the darkness, and his perception of it grew stronger, he could almost feel it flowing through him as he was merging into it. He was darkness.
The words that brought about these changes were simple, and it should be an intrinsic part of this place: Does a reflection in the mirror know it is fake?
If that reflection can think, does it now truly exist as its own being and not just a shadow that can be dispelled with a little light?
This place, this darkness, was a reflection of himself, that had been given thought. The same way, Eva and his Palace of Ice Bloodline was a reflection of a power that existed an extremely long time ago. When he evolved his Soul Reaver bloodline, he drew from Primordial Darkness and copied a bloodline that was long gone.
Did Eva not say; she was nothing but a copy of a copy of another endless copy.
This bloodline of his… was it possible that if he could somehow find a method for this reflection to fall asleep, would there be another reflection of this reflection that would awaken?
If he thought about it the other way around, was it possible that his bloodline was just a reflection of another Rowan that was asleep?
This thought made him pause in shock as he still remembered the first dream he had when he first came to this world. He saw a throne of ice, and a man sitting before a host of angels.
The man had clearly spoken, "Take the light from my eyes, so you can see."
He did not forget that it was those words that truly initiated his Avatar of Eve Bloodline. Was it possible that his bloodline was a reflection of someone else's own, and if it was, what would happen to him when that figure woke up?