Even if Rowan could claim eternity as a Primordial, there was no assurance that he would ever know the Truth, and the matter of Will was special, unlike bloodlines he could only choose one, but still he wondered, he had two bloodlines that he was determined to push to the Primordial Level, was it possible for him to acquire two Wills?
The Primordial Record had gone out of its way to inform him that selecting a Will would brand it to his Soul Origin forever, but if he could claim the power of Soul Origin using his Sheol bloodline, could he not find a way to expand his Soul Origin and claim more than a single Will.
That was all speculation for the future, but he thought that it was possible and that prospect gave him hope about the future.
Rowan closed his eyes and smiled, his consciousness was free of any doubt, and this path would be the one he would walk on.
He selected the Incomplete Will of Truth, dismissing the allure of the Will of Time and the Will of Soul Origin, the two guaranteed pathways to becoming a Primordial, and took the least powerful Will whose growth and final powers depended on himself.
Rowan believed in himself. He would reach the Primordial Realm with this Will, and he would exceed it!
A single second passed and Rowan had made his decision. His consciousness escaped from outside his body.
The Primordial Record began to suck Soul Crystals into the page in an alarming manner, as a force that could shatter the universe began to brew inside it.
Rowan squeezed his left hand tight silencing the cries of the dying Caine, he had plans for this creature, but then a frown crossed his forehead. The resources the Primordial Record was collecting were far more than he expected, in a short time, the Soul Crystals that were left were barely a hundred.
Rowan sighed in resignation and looked at the faces of Caine who was screaming all sorts of offers at him, Rowan previously did not want to allow this portion of Caine's consciousness to die just yet, but it would seem that circumstances had forced his hand.
Triggering the billions of lethal runes embedded inside the Forge, the multifaceted crystal in his hand suddenly shrunk and vanished, silencing the cries of Caine and flooding his consciousness with a malignant specter as his Primordia Bloodline drew in the portion of Caine's Soul that inhabited the Forge.
Rowan could not imagine what Caine, no matter where he was would react to a sudden portion of his Soul vanishing into thin air.
Unlike the Souls of the gods that appeared like thick pieces of ice to be slowly melted. The Soul of Caine resembled a golden mountain that was frozen in place inside his Territory, and every moment, dozens of Soul Crystals would erupt from the mountain, and were all greedily devoured by the Primordial Record.
Rowan watched the Soul of Caine in deep deliberation and surmised that although he may have not fully utilized this creature as much as he wanted, the bounty in Soul Crystals it was giving him was stupendous.
In less than fourteen seconds, it had already given him more than three hundred Soul Crystals, and the mountain that was the Soul had hardly reduced in size. The Primordial Record seemed contented to wait for the Soul Crystals to emerge from the Soul Mountain before it swallowed it up and Rowan noticed that the changes ongoing inside the Primordial Record had accelerated as a result of these changes.
He could now focus on the outside world and the dangers he was about to face before he completed the Core, as the race had not yet ended, only the final stretch remained.
Reality shuddered in fright as the darkness his presence brought to the Mountain and Sea Ruin was suddenly parted by three great beings whose powers were earth-shattering; they appeared like three colossal phantasms covering the entire horizon and their powers could be felt in the entire Mountain and Sea Ruin.
Every dweller of this world, from the lowest of mortals to the greatest of power bowed down towards the presence of the Three Great Sages.
The first presence shone with a golden light and resembled a fat man with his belly exposed, he sat cross-legged holding a series of golden beads, the second presence had six arms and shone with a vivid green light with ten thousand swords rotating around him and the last resembled a stunning woman with a third eye in her forehead.
Each of the beings looked at Rowan with shock and anger, as they encircled him and all his Angels. They did not waste time asking for his purpose before they began to gather power, as Great Sages, they could sense a shocking tide of change erupting from the figure of Rowan, and they would stop him with all the abilities they had before he set out to create changes that could destabilize the entire Mountain and Sea Realm.
Eva turned to Lost, "Don't allow a single one of them to reach your father."
The young boy nodded, his eyes were filled with rage at the multiple setbacks they had faced during the process of forging the Destroyer.
Dispersing his tiny mortal size, the Lost Flame began to expand until he was tens of thousands of feet tall and resembled a flaming giant, he gave a battle cry that still sounded childish despite his colossal size and attacked the three figures with three beams of light filled with the power of Convergence.
At first, his flames were ignored and dismissively blocked by three energy barriers created by the Great Sages, but before long, shock and outrage erupted in their eyes as their bodies suddenly erupted in a burst of white flames as Lost cackled like a demented imp.
The energy he was draining from this three Great Sages were unlike anything he had come across before and before he could take more from them, the connection was cut, and he twisted his face in anger.
"How dare you?"
Lost screamed at the three flustered Great Sages.
"Enough!" Rowan called out, "return to my side. It is completed."
Lost gigantic form shrank to that of a child and Rowan held up his right hand as he whispered to himself, "I will make all their deaths worth it."
Light erupted from his hands and the Mountain and Sea Realm began to crumble.
