Nana patted the hands of Circe, "If he has truly lost his memories, then with his abilities, we must do what we can to rope him to your cause."
Circe muttered, "If not for this damned calamity, with the family’s information network, I would have his presence on every known world searched to determine his origins. I would like to know the exact nature of who we are working with."
"Well in a month’s time, we should be able to do that." Nana said, "Something tells me there is more to meet the eyes with this one." Nana looked at the hologram of Rowan, her eyes were deep as she absently stroked the scars on her waist.
Circe nodded, and they began speaking about other things in preparation for the upcoming meeting, then she paused, "I saw you made Trevor his driver? Why did you do that? At this time, we needed him the most."
"Information my dear. Trevor can be many things, but he is blunt and has a peculiar ability to read a man’s heart. His attitude towards Trevor and his family would go a long way in understanding how to deal with him."
"He’s not dumb, Nana, he would understand the purpose of you giving him such a Navigator."
"It doesn’t matter whether he knows of my intentions or not, I only care about his responses."
"Okay. About…"
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As Rowan senses swept through the books here, his excitement began to grow. The patches in his memory had been a constant thorn in his side.
He was sure that he had missed opportunities, and made many mistakes because of ignorance about the world, and Circe had made an effort to select books that he urgently needed from just a single conversation he had made with her.
His mind switched to the older women he met—Nana, he doubted Circe had the time to put all these together, then it must be her. She must have been given a briefing from their conversation and from that alone, she prepared all of this.
She was the true backbone of this convoy. That was good to know. He knew of no one here who could overpower him physically, the thing he had to watch out for was the hidden machinations they would surely play.
Rowan was not ignorant of the way of the world, he expected hidden eyes on him, but with the calamity he brought on this planet, he could not sit back and watch it all play out without doing the least to ease the suffering he had partly caused.
His rate of growth was astonishing, and he was not afraid of a direct battle, only hidden blades. He began calling up various countermeasures inside his head as he began making plans for the various emergencies that could arise.
Including the arrival of his enemies from the Nexus he just escaped from. How much longer did he have before he was traced here? Whenever that might be, however, he was determined to surprise them and this time when he drew blood it would be permanent!
Augustus, Father, Lamia, Mystery goddess. It would not be too long for our rematch.
Rowan placed his thoughts away from those matters, and found a plush looking chair to sit down on. What determined that for him was structural integrity.
When he was comfortable, he drew the first book into his hands with Telekinesis and floated it in front of him, continued doing that until he had seven books in front of him, and then simultaneously all of them opened their cover.
He split his mind into seven strands and began consuming the knowledge in front of him. The pages of the books began flipping faster with every passing second."
Rowan slipped into the habit of the prince and lost himself, but with his new alacrity of Spirit and his ability to separate his consciousness into many strands, he could read at a much faster pace.
From "Politics Of The Empire Great Houses." to "Dancing With Snakes and Dragons—How I Came To Meet The Duchess." He consumed them all, and took from each of them valuable information that began to solidify gaps in his knowledge."
There was so much valuable information about the world he found himself on and the various Noble family that governed them, and soon he began seeing books on the Paths of Dominion.
He rapidly consumed all the knowledge there and was pleasantly surprised at a new find that grew his knowledge on the paths.
There was limited information on the various creatures and races around the Empire, but Rowan saw no reason why he could not request for that information next time.
In an hour, he was done with reading the entirety of the three hundred books before him. He sat and closed his eyes and began reorganizing the information he just accepted.
The first thing that came to mind was that he finally knew the realm that came after the first Great Circle, and he was surprised at the direction the growth of Dominators followed after they entered this brand-new domain.
The General did not lie to him when he explained the paths of Power, what he did not say was how each Great Circle brought about drastic changes in the Dominator, although Rowan thought that should be implied.
There were four Great Circles, and within them, you have levels, so to speak. The first Great Circle had four levels, the second had three levels, the third had two levels and the fourth had only one.
The First Great Circle had four states of change, from Mortal to Legendary to Rift and finally Incarnation.
The Second Great Circle had three states of change, they were the Spirit territory Realm, then the Incandescent Realm and finally The Proclamation Realm.
The second Great Circle was no longer about the States of Change any longer, now Dominators began to cultivate realms. He did not know what those truly meant for there were no explanations about these so-called realms, except for vague mystical terms, but Rowan had an idea about their true directions.
In fact, Rowan believes he might even be cultivating a part of the Second Great Circle in advance! It was due to the names of these realms.
Dominators in this new State of Change began focusing less on their bodies but on other mystical aspects of creation itself, and only the truly talented could reach this realm and progress forward.
Rowan wasn’t much concerned about the difficulties he might face, after all, he had his Soul Points, he only had to gather Souls from battle, and he would ascend faster than anyone else ever could.
His musings were interrupted by a figure walking slowly to his Library door and hesitating for a moment before knocking.
He had all the activities of the vehicle in his Sight, so he could see every activity happening even while he was reading. So, he was never surprised about any development around him.
Olga had a quiet fight with her husband about his attitude towards Rowan, he had chuckled when he saw the man’s defeated appearance, and she had made him promise to apologize to him the next time they met.
While Diane had a far off look in her eyes as she glanced at his bedroom door now and then as she helped her mother prepare the meal and set the table.
She should be barely seventeen, no doubt she had a crush on him.
Teenagers!
Rowan was aware his current appearance was far from average, and every part of his body could be deemed perfect. But surprisingly, he did not fancy his body all that much, for he was too perfect for his taste. Too inhuman. A constant reminder that he was just wearing the guise of a human, but he was closer to a sentient star.
How long could he maintain this delusion of his humanity? Even the Dominators were still far closer to humanity than even himself. But did that truly even matter?
He was determined to live a life worth living. He had seen in stark details the lives of those who crave nothing but power, and it sickened him.
