The Primordial Record

Rowan called the Red Moon a 'dead' Supreme World but with further observation, he thought the best term to use was Nascent.

Like a body without a soul, this Supreme World was empty, and whatever purpose it was created to serve did not matter to him, he was taking it, and he had no guilt about stealing such an inestimable treasure.

All was fair in war, he was sure even his enemies understood that concept.

The Red Moon was a certain distance away and even though his consciousness was invisible, he could not risk traveling to it without cover for it would agitate the intense soul energy present inside this place. He was suppressing his presence but he would not want to leave anything to chance.

Rowan looked around him and saw a large number of beasts and his attention focused on a particular herd of giant creatures that resembled elephants, with comically large ears that when spread out turned to an organ that allowed them to achieve flight.

It was a bit amusing to see an animal evolve to this extent due to the influence of Aether and their surroundings. This herd was herbivorous but in this harsh environment, they needed to evolve in order to survive.

He saw this change as the ultimate truth to reality. Like himself who had to evolve into the creature he had become due to his surroundings, anyone who could not change fast enough would perish, even if that change meant you become an abomination.

There were dozens of different herds of animals of all shapes and sizes, and they obviously gathered here together to protect themselves, strength in numbers multiplied by a factor of several dozen, since they were all herbivores or generally peaceful creatures who did not need to hunt to sustain their existence.

He eliminated any of the animals that could not take flight, and those that were not sufficiently powerful, and his final selection fell on the elephant-like beasts. They possessed all the traits he required and he immediately took action.

The time it took for Rowan to review and decide on his actions took such a ridiculously short time it could almost be considered instantaneous.

Rowan's consciousness flowed through the selected herd, they were more than a thousand in number and he reached the leader. A massive creature that was well over three hundred feet tall with twin trunks instead of the single trunk possessed by the rest of the herd.

Taking over the beast was a simple affair and he also read all its memories to increase his understanding of this unique space. He had all the major pictures, but some details still needed to be filled out.

"Vrrooooohhmmmm…."

He made a loud call with his trunks that shook the rest of the herd from whatever activity they were into and they assembled behind him, stirring a large amount of dust and agitating the remaining animals here who soon rested when they saw no threats, and spreading out his large ears, took flight, he was followed by the rest of the herd.

The beast he possessed had the power of a Major God and the weakest of the herd here were Earth gods. If this was out in the universe, although this would not be considered a powerful group, they would have had enough power to slice off a corner of reality for themselves.

In this place, they were at the bottom of the food chain, only slightly better than carrion and vermin like the rats Rowan had encountered when he was a mortal. These herds usually did not live long and were slaughtered.

Rowan did not need the power of this herd, their powers played no part in his selection process, he only needed them to get to the Red Moon because it was along their migration route. They did not reach the Red Moon, but they frequently flew close to it. These beasts were going to be his designated driver, and he was going to step off when he came close to his target.

The large ears of the herd leader flared open to its greatest extent and began to glow with a soft blue light as its speed increased, Rowan making sure he was pushing the herd to the limit but leaving none behind.

The blue light emerging from the ears of the herd leader began to spread to the rest of his herd, boosting their speed and endurance whilst actively decreasing their fatigue. It was an interesting Aura, and before long, the beast herd was approaching the speed of light, and the red moon loomed ahead, slowly growing larger in his vision, greater than every world in the universe including Trion, he pegged it to be almost a thousand light years in circumference, an utterly ridiculous size.

No material inside a Third Dimension could expand to this size without being crushed by its own weight, this Supreme World would never exist inside a Third Dimension, and this begged the question, what dimension was he inside of?

The journey should take him a few hours and Rowan began to ponder the abnormalities of this space, and before long he discovered another peculiarity of this world, and it was the absence of Aether in the air or the environment for that matter.

This lack of Aether was baffling, this space was not dead and contained a vast and varied amount of life, how could anything exist here without Aether?

For beasts of such great power and varied abilities to arise in this land was certainly a great mystery but there was a simple solution to this quandary when he factored in the lack of Aether inside this place.

Every creature here was not born, they were grown.

This was not an answer he saw inside the memories of the beasts he was presently inhabiting, since he quickly realized that they all had manufactured memories, he was able to come to this conclusion by analyzing their bodies and the age of their memories, and the differences were astounding.

Take for instance this herd leader he was possessing, the creature believed it was born three million years ago on the tip of a wind-swept mountain, Rowan wanted to roll his eyes when he saw that particular memory, someone had a lot of time and too much imagination in their head when they were making it.

But from the physical composition of the beast, Rowan had come to the conclusion that it was barely four hundred years old.

Anyone else would be confused as to why these creatures were given memories that did not fit their bodies, but Rowan was in a special position to answer that question. His many consciousnesses had analyzed this puzzle and had come to a conclusion.

The expected answer was so shocking, that he needed to confirm it, and if he was not wrong, he would be getting those answers overhead. If it turned out his speculations were correct, it would change his entire thinking about the Soul!

The herd of beasts flew fast and before long Rowan had reached the midpoint of his journey. By now the red moon had filled the entire horizon, leaving a gap to see the heavens and painting the surroundings in red.

Rowan looked below and observed the ground, from this elevation he could see the entirety of this space, and for a moment he was struck by its surreal nature.