The Nymph must have laughed too hard for she seemed surprised that Rowan had seen her and she retreated nearly flying over the river before stopping, she looked behind her and paused for a while before saying, "Will you hurt me, you are big and strong"
Rowan shook his head side to side so quickly he nearly went dizzy, "No… I won't hurt you, I only want to play."
The Nymph seeing his comical action, laughed and flew to him, as she settled on his palm, she shook one of his fingers and said, "My name is….."
Rowan's eyes snapped open for the memory ended there.
His many consciousnesses pulled out the memory he had with his mother outside Jarkarr, and a smile came unbidden to his face, she had said, "I remember 842,000 years ago, you had this unholy crush on a Wood Nymph, gosh it was so embarrassing seeing your star-struck eyes and your goofy smile."
That Nymph was the same one around Maeve, and Rowan began to see the touch of his mother in his life. Although she had been imprisoned she still made some certain plans for Rowan.
She had been giving him valuable hints at those moments because she knew sooner or later Rowan would have the means to dig out their meanings.
If this was the case, then he would need to protect Maeve and also find a method for her to get stronger. He could not be by her side for the risk was too much, but he could find a way to help her break her shackles.
He did not really value her for her strength, his base of power was enough, what he wanted was the answers that were locked inside of her, maybe it would be a turning point in the mysteries surrounding his life.
Rowan could now see intent, and her body was filled with it, not just from the red and slimy ones that reminded him of his father, but also many powerful Intents the likes of which he had never seen before. He guessed that this was most likely from the gods of Trion.
There were many eyes interested in her well-being, and Rowan was not arrogant enough that he thought he understood all the intricacies of Intent. He had not fully unearthed the true nature of Intent, and he would be doing so in his next battles, not with the gods, but with his Archangels, they were now powerful enough that he could battle them, so using them as whetstones he would bring his Berserker Aspect to the Origin Grade.
The plans for the Cerulean Galaxy were underway, but it was not fixed, Rowan's plans were malleable and he could easily adjust them on the fly because his powers evolved and grew so quickly, the plans he made a few moments ago, would no longer be feasible now or would be far much easier a few moments later.
Even Rowan himself was not aware of the direction his bloodline would follow and the surprises ahead, he only had to keep his head straight and adjust his plans as he went by.
He frowned and decided to go much bigger with his approach to the upcoming battle. He needed a larger net and bigger prey, he would no longer be hunting two gods next, he would be hunting more.
Rowan closed his eyes and settled back on his Throne made from his hovering Ouroboros Serpents, as he began to review all the information he knew about the gods of the Cerulean Galaxy
The method he was going to be using for this war was simple. The Soul of the first god was to be used as a primer for his abilities, pushing his power to a level he was comfortable with.
That plan had borne fruit, his Territory had taken a step forward and he now had four Archangels, along with many new Angels that were rapidly maturing using the City of Sheol.
The second hunting of the gods was to bolster his forces, pushing them to their peak and drastically increasing their numbers. Rowan would not be growing his Territory with this new wave of Soul Energy, instead, he would be creating tens of thousands of new Angels, while pushing them towards maturity as quickly as possible.
The reason was simple, the third hunting was going to be a total war. He hoped to have accumulated dozens of Archangels by that time, as he would be fighting the entire galaxy.
He could disguise the death of Dao Ma for a short while, but not the deaths of these gods that were to follow. He had only a short period of time after the second hunt to push his powers to the limits and then the final war to end it all.
No god in this universe had faced a threat like him, and he would use this as his advantage to wipe them out before they understood the full scope of his abilities.
Rowan had placed the total domination of this galaxy to a single year, he had been naive, but that was before he became aware of Intent and the use of his Sheol Bloodline to devour Intent and increase the Maturity of his Angels quickly.
Also, he did not have Archangels when he made those plans, their presence and abilities brought fresh new dynamics to the way he could proceed.
With that in mind, he might just be able to accomplish a greater victory if he was a little bit patient. Instead of rushing towards his second hunting plan as he intended, perhaps there was a method he could use to devour this Galaxy in a more thorough fashion, while following his hunting plans.
Rowan settled deeper into his thoughts as countless calculations passed through his multiple consciousnesses.
His plans and deliberation took three months, during that period, he had stopped hundreds of probes to check why so many Minor Worlds at the edge of the Cerulean Galaxy had gone dark by various parties, and finally, the opportunity he was waiting for presented itself.
