The Primordial Record

The King seemed to have come to a realization and he looked at the heavens, gaping in astonishment as a massive entity made of rock, metal, and flesh began to descend, seemingly appearing out of nowhere and casting no shadows, it was unknown how long this thing had remained overhead, watching.

Something so massive had no right to be able to move this silently, and if not for the words of the prince, no one would have even tried to look above their heads to the descending mass. The King began to shake as a foul-smelling liquid ran down his legs. He knew about the legend of this ship, and the only thing keeping him from madness was the intense hatred of his son, which was an annoying coincidence, the sound of the prince's voice did not help matters.

"Do you know what that is dear father," Shisu crooned, "That is the ship of the Undying, a true visionary that would change the balance between Ascendancy and Calamity. Leading us to true victory. You have experienced what it is to see a true visionary at work, father. For the first time in thousands of years, our borders are free of Calamity, because of the work of my hands, and I can see that in your eyes, there is nothing but disgust, this is why you are all maggots, while I am the only thing worthy of leaving this shitpool. You see father, I may enjoy the things I do, but I am not an idiot with no end goal in mind."

The King, despite his shock, had ruled over this kingdom for centuries and understood the workings of the higher powers and the dark nature of history. Shisu may be fiercely intelligent, but there were many things he did not yet understand, dark histories that had been hidden, known only by kings, the boy had made a terrible mistake. The king began to shake his head in fear, knowing that he needed to put his hate and fear aside to plead for his son to see reason,

"Please Shisu, if you have ever had any concern for this kingdom in your heart, do not do this. That monster is not an Ascendant and has never been for a long time, he is just here to maintain the balance, and if you ally with him, the balance takes one step closer to crumbling."

Shisu smoothed his robes and smiled, his father could as well be speaking to a rock, "You are all maggots, and from the day of all your births, it was your destiny to become my stepping stone. Why should a future Ascendant listen to a maggot whose sights can only see the earth whereas I only see the heavens."

Turning away from the distraught king and knowing the eyes of the entire kingdom were on him, Shisu preening like a peacock opened his mouth to announce their doom, when a strong hand clamped down on his shoulder, crushing his fragile bones to powder, making him yelp in pain,

"I don't think so... boy. You have had your fun, and it bores me."

The hand and the strange voice shook Shisu out of his moment and he looked behind him at an alien creature who had all the features of a man, but was extremely tall, almost twelve feet, with skin made from gold and hair made from metal chains, the eyes of this being resembled the face of a clock, and for a moment Shisu was frozen in indecision and shock, unaware of who this stranger was or how his carefully made plan was abruptly interrupted.

The sensation he felt upon looking upon this being was like he was looking down into an abyss, cold and distant but yet so very aware of everything. It was a disquieting feeling as if he was seeing the world looking down at him.

He tried pulling himself back from the hand that held him as steadily as a vice but he could as well be an ant trying to move a mountain, his motion brought great spikes of pain that lanced through his spine and he spat in anger, "Who the fuck are you? Do you have any idea of the consequences of interrupting this ritual? The Undying stands above us and observes us all."

"Him? He can wait, our battle is not long before it comes." The being rolled his eyes, a shocking display of levity that made Shisu panic, it was not right seeing such an emotion from a creature such as this, and it smiled at him,

"Surely we don't have to play this game anymore. You are an Ascendant that has touched Memory/Mind and as much as I love to watch your actions in the past play out, I think I have had enough of it. You are nothing but mediocre and it is time to show me what I want to see." The eyes of Shisu that held all the fragility of youth vanished, to be replaced by something that was utterly cold, the Ascendants that had lived for millions of years had arrived, shifting away the mind of his pathetic past aside,

"How should I refer to you, Your Majesty,"

Shisu bowed gracefully, hampered by Rowan's hand on his shoulders, but he still managed to appear particularly striking. The world had frozen around them, not because of any particular manipulation of time, but due to how fast their consciousness could process reality.

Rowan had been watching events play out for the last few moments, curious about how a sixth-dimensional entity rose from a mortal to such lofty heights. If he was not wrong, Elura his mother was a sixth-dimensional entity also, and anything he could learn could bridge any gaps in his knowledge base.

It was not long thereafter that he became disappointed. As he had suspected, the realm of Doom Star had a drastically lower requirement to ascend to the state of Will, maybe because it was a close-off realm from the rest of reality and so the competition to gain power was far simpler, plus this child had come across great help from the beginning, shortening the difficulty he experienced further.

Shisu although a genius by any metric, for even at the age of sixteen had already made plans to kill off his entire kingdom to use the Hate generated from such a dastardly act to become an Ascendant, and yet in comparison to the geniuses Rowan had witnessed and known their stories in the reality outside, Shisu could only rank in the level of Tenma, a High god who began as a slave, freed his people from million-year-old bondage, and slowly grew to become the dominator of a galaxy.

Now, Tenma has evolved to become something unique inside Rowan's dimension.

Understanding the grand flow of events that was going to occur in this memory, Rowan simply interrupted it. If he wanted a Will such as Hate, which had promise but was doomed to never grow past the sixth-dimensional level, he could observe and soak into every mystery it contained, but he was here for something better, he was here for memories that could only be easily found inside this place alone.