585 The Lost Flame
Nothing unexpected happened for the next few hours and Rowan's eyes opened after precisely nine hours.
It was done.
From afar the lights from his Angels began to gather around him, the glow from their wings was like rainbows.
He closed his eyes once more as his consciousness entered his Mental Space.
Two things happened one after the other, Rowan succeeded in seeding all the Minor Worlds in the Cerulean Galaxy and his Territory became complete.
He had accomplished what others would call impossible. Rowan was becoming used to doing things of this nature.
He sighed, with everything he had experienced in the last few hours, a mortal would be insane and a god would be tired, instead, Rowan felt nothing but a growing excitement.
Rowan swept his consciousness over his entire Mental Space, the massive waves of water over his Primordial Sea of Darkness were high and tumultuous, some of them pushing up for hundreds of miles as the Sea sought to settle itself.
If a Mortal were to take a fast boat and decide to sail from one end of his Primordial Sea to the other side, even after billions of years that Mortal would not have reached the halfway point.
Rowan also noticed that his Mental Space had increased by a tenth and the space above the Primordial Sea was now very dense, the air having the consistency of liquid instead of gas, and his Primordial Sea was now denser, no longer like water but flowing mercury, this made the massive waves that were erupting from its surfaces hold a frightening power.
"Be Still," Rowan said, and the entirety of his Primordial Sea of Darkness went motionless like a picture.
His consciousness traveled the many millions of miles to the bottom of his Primordial Sea and he saw that what created the bedrock of his Territory were eyes.
Endless trillions of lidless eyes, all these were Angels waiting to be awakened, all these were the foundations that he would take to conquer the multiverse in time.
Bringing his mind to his City of Sheol, he saw that his Nascent Primordial Bloodline had created the only shore in his Territory, and the endless sea surrounded it like an island standing alone in the darkness.
Sheol was situated in the Middle of his Territory and it took the form of an island, and Rowan could almost sense the air of anticipation surrounding this glorious city.
It could not wait to grow… to become!
On the shores of Sheol were endless figures… hundreds of millions of Angels of Char, and among their numbers were Angels with so much incredible potential that Rowan nearly gasped, the terrifying slaughter that had occurred on the Cerulean Galaxy was unexpected but fell into part of the outcome that he had envisioned.
He would learn his lessons from the actions he took on this galaxy and make sure any mistakes he made previously would never occur again. Certain events proceeded in a direction he did not want, including the loss of eight Minor Worlds.
However, what he would never complain about was the massive number of Angels of Char that was created as a result of this debacle.
If he finished digesting the souls of the gods that were left, he would have enough Soul Energy to awaken hundreds of thousands of Angels, maybe even millions.
On that day when his Host of Angels reached that number, the universe itself would tremble. That day was not far from now.
Rowan created a clone and hovered over the shores, and with his consciousness made flesh, the endless Host of Angels of Char all bowed before him and fell to their knees.
"BOOOM!!!"
The sound of hundreds of millions of knees hitting the surface of his Primordial Sea of Darkness was unearthly and Rowan nodded at them and looked at his City of Sheol, it was time to take the next step.
He summoned the Primordial Record and opened its page, the expectations in his heart were rising, and his firm will to create the best foundation for his rise would be revealing itself to him now,
PᖇᎥᗰᗝᖇᗪᎥᗩᒪ ᖇᗴᑕᗝᖇᗪ
Name: Rowan Kuranes
Age: 15/1,332,000
Strength: 1,960,203
Agility: 1,852,936
Constitution: 2,298,788
Class: None
Title: Plane Walker, Chaos Blood, Reality Butcher, Creator, Primordial.
Aspect:
Berserker (Tier 7— Completed)
Lament Of Celestials (Tier 1— Completed)
Light Devourer (Tier 0)
Skills:
BERSERKER BLOOD (Origin — Level Completed)
Bloodline Skill: Eruption (58%)
Aspect Skill: The Lost Flame (Tier 1)
Passive:
Decipher language (complete)
Berserker Intent (Silver)
Records:
SIX ?????? ????????? [CHAOS BLOOD] - Level 3 Completed [30,000]
SHEOL - Level 5 Completed (1,000,000)
TREE OF DESIRE - Level 5 Completed
Territory: Primordial Sea of Darkness
Bloodline Ability: Purgatory Gate (Locked)
Legendary Skill: Chaos World Engine [6/6]
Chaos World Engine [Minor— Completed]
Legendary Skill:Word of Enoch ×2 [Blank].
Rift Rule: Absolute Body.
Palace of Ice Chamber Unlocked:
Astrolabe
Knowledge Well
Hollow Forge
Chaos Worlds (minor) — Limits Exceeded
Minor Worlds Seeded — 1,002
Awakening Primordial Bloodline [Sheol]
Aspect Upgraded: Lament Of Celestial
Skill Gained: The Lost Flame
The Lost Flame: Before Time and Space was born, Asteraoth claimed Light from the First Flame and he left the burning flame to be without light for countless eternities.
Asteraoth became Light.
In the twilight of the Primordial Era, Endirius stole what was hidden deep in the bowels of the Primordial, and claimed the Flames itself.
Endirius became a Ruler of Fire.
Yet Endirius saw something more in the Flames, a hidden spark that was once thought to be lost, ignored even by the Primordial, but Endirius saw promise and great power in this spark.
To hide this great discovery Endirius Separated this spark into six forms. You now control the first of that form.
Take heed, Endirius gaze searches for you.
Your Body has been baptized by the Essence of Chaos.
Strength Gained: 653,543
Agility Gained: 567,876
Constitution Gained: 986,543
You have Assimilated 790 Minor Worlds and you have gained a total stats of 2,633,070, distributed evenly among all your Attributes.
Strength Gained: 658,268
Agility Gained: 658,268
Constitution Gained: 658,268
Spirit Gained: 658,268
Spirit has submitted to the Authority of Sheol.
Soul Crystal — 13,670
Remark: Awakening Primordial
