The Primordial Record

Chapter 1435  Deep Memory Connections

"Seed," Rowan smiled as he rocketed into the core of the star, he reappeared at the side of his grandfather who was on his feet, and he looked at the old immortal, a part of him wondering why he still thought of him as old when he knew that as immortals they did not age, for he suspected that Seed's aged appearance was due to preference not a reference of his great age, and he must be old, perhaps one of the oldest immortal he had come across. "I have always been curious; how old are you, and what are your true power levels? When I first met you, you told me you are a seventh-dimensional immortal, but now I can see that this is obviously not true; what about Elura? She is not at the fifth-dimensional level, isn't she? Both of you are Old Ones." Rowan blatantly stated.

Seed blinked, and then he laughed, "Why am I not surprised that is the first thing you would say to me? It is good that your time in that godforsaken place did not break you. Instead, you broke it; anything else from you would have shamed my blood. Yes, I believe you are on the right path, but there are some small misunderstandings you still have about me. You know what? Run your speculations by me, and I shall correct your mistakes, but first, sit with me and look at endless realms scattered in the darkness. It is stark, but there is a beauty here that can easily be missed, and when Chaos descends, all of this may be gone. War is coming, one that I'm sure that you took a healthy part in inciting, so look at all of this before it is gone."

Rowan paused as he considered the words of Seed, and then he nodded, and he sat beside the old man, a chair made from plasma, appearing beneath them, and from within the star, they watched all of the existence they could see, and for immortals of their power, they could see far.