His energy cloak was a success, and the Aura his Aether gave off was chilling and forbidden; he transformed into a figure that could give grown men nightmares.
The shadow from the hood covered his face in darkness, and Rowan sighed as he still had a slight regret of not using the flames of Flesh Light to make his first energy clothing.
He consoled himself with the fact that this one was better than ever, plus its defensive ability was nothing to scoff at, even though it was not really Rowan’s purpose when he created the cloak.
Now that he had experimented and perfected the formula for his energy cloak, as he decided this was the name he would be calling it, he dispersed it, and it vanished into bright sparks, and he remade another in less than five seconds his hands moving in a blur, creating the sheet took two seconds and the energy cloak from it took three.
Rowan wanted to make it faster, so he dispersed it and tried again, experimenting on various ways he could mold his Telekinesis to make it faster in its speed of assembly while preserving its strength for his Aether not to escape, it was tricky, but he soon mastered the correct amount of Telekinesis to employ, and he got faster at making it.
After twelve tries he shaved the time of production down to two and half seconds, but he wanted it to be ready in half a second, and pushed to continue his trial, he did not need sleep or food and by the time his Serpents reached the third continent, he would be ready.
But that was the moment Suriel alerted him to an astonishing turn of events. It had been tracking the golden beast ever since it left and something disastrous to his plans had occurred.
The golden rat was already eight thousand miles away and was galloping through the plains with its tongue hanging out when the skies turned red.
Via Suriel vision, Rowan saw a figure shooting through the sky, hair as red as flames and holding a large single edge blade. It was a muscular man whose eyes blazed with flames, and he wore only a red trouser with golden belt and boots, and at the moment he was a thousand miles from the golden rat and Suriel was at the perfect position to capture the instant he turned his sights and saw the golden rat across the massive distance and the man grinned a maniacal grin that exposed all his teeth.
He stopped moving and stood in the air, he brought his hand back, while closing one eye, he muttered to himself and the blade he was holding caught aflame, and with a loud yell, he threw it like a spear.
The blade pierced through space, ripping a long red line that resembled a bleeding wound, sonic booms parted their way around the blade, and the golden rat only had a chance to look up at the red sky before it was impaled and slammed into the earth creating a gigantic crater that soon exploded with flames that shot up to the clouds.
This Dominator did all these from a thousand miles away!
The man gave a great laugh that shook the sky, and holding the red line his blade left behind in the air, he heaved and as if the line was made of an elastic band he was pulled to the site of the explosion, his body tearing through space leaving loud explosions behind that echoed around the continent.
In fifteen seconds his hands were touching the hilt of the blade, and the golden rat was left with nothing but melted bones that grasp weakly in the air. The Dominator pulled out the blade, neatly dividing the core of the golden rat in two.
"Haaaaaaaaaa….. Finally, some worthy prey. Why are you not screaming, beast! Oh, you are just a clone. Shame, guess there are no more picking left on the continent. Hey, before you pass into the great tomorrow, did you by chance see six lovely beauties flying in the sky? No? You can’t miss them, their colors are as beautiful as pearls in a desert! Are you sure you did not?"
Spitting at the melting beast, he muttered to himself, "Useless."
Leaving the deep pit created by his attack he began scratching the back of his neck, and Rowan had a thought that this man looks a lot like a lion, his red hair flaring upward like a mane, if he was not wrong, this should be… Yet, his next words surprised Rowan.
"I don’t know who you are watching me right now like a coward! Face me, and let us battle like men! Or would you rather hide like a worm, while peeking at my glory!" His voice resounded through the air, and it would have probably been heard around the planet.
Around him was such a thick concentration of power it was almost like liquid tar was bubbling around him, this Dominator must be at the peak of the second stage, and was one step away from the third.
Rowan wanted to move Suriel along, fighting this man was of no interest to him. He would rather strengthen his Berserker technique to the next level and await more soul points in order to prepare for his upcoming Ascension to the Rift state, he was more interested in how the man knew he was watching him.
Rowan felt he must not have detected Suriel gaze, but a sort of instinct had warned him about Rowans inspection. This was not pleasing news for Rowan, but he chalked it to his Angel being too weak at the time. Suriel energy value was closer to that of an Incarnation State Dominator at this time.
"Little worm, stop hiding, your filthy gaze rakes across my skin like slime, and you better face me now or run from me for the rest of your pathetic life! Yet, I’m coming for you, I will scrape the surface of the entire world looking for you!" The voice of the Dominator was loud and piercing, and could be heard all over the continent.
Various parties, including mercenaries from all over the Empire, beasts, and all the convoy stopped their operation as they all held their breath, even in the underground city of Trinad, the voice of the Dominator swept through, and various talks and arguments broke out all through the city. Even the chants in the City Square experienced a lull.
They all knew whose voice that was, Dorian the Son of Scarlet, and who was the unlucky being that fell into his sights?
Panic began to erupt among the various convoys, as they began hurrying their journey towards the city even though they knew it might be futile, some of them had seen the red line pierce the sky and the pillar of flame that followed that seemed to reach the heavens. The battle between gods were far beyond their comprehension.
The underground city of Trinad began to bolster their defenses. Dorian had been riled up, this was a man who had killed a billion beast while appearing to be asleep, yawning all through while demanding a worthy fight. Hasty messages were being sent to the family headquarters in Trion, they needed Dominators that would contain Dorian, else he might destroy their entire city during his battle!
Then Rowan grunted as he nearly fell from his Throne, his bloodline was beginning to rebel against him. It would never permit any challenge to its authority to go unanswered. Eruption ignited by itself and Rowan began to grow, he hastily suppressed his bloodline, but he knew he needed an avenue to vent. He only had his control back when he decided to battle.
