Rowan's body, which was made from the fast-vanishing Blood Mort slammed against the barrier placed by the Archmage Hashim, the sound was deafening and what followed was a harsh scratching sound as the billions of Blood Mort surrounded the shield and began to chew through it.
The Archmage could only helplessly defend himself and replace the rapidly shattering shields which were releasing so much energy as they were destroyed that they shone as bright as a star.
There was no avenue for him to attack knowing any drastic action he made to counterattack would only lead to the death of his children and ward. Besides, if four Archmages who were all equal or more powerful than he was could not win against this Ascendant, he knew the only way he could win was to defend with all he had until the time for this creature to exist inside the universe expired.
He could already see evidence of this as the vast sea of tiny critters was visibly being reduced, he only had to hold on for a little longer and his children and ward would survive. The Archmage ceaselessly drew power from his Tower and poured into making more shields, he did not care how much Essence he wasted, his children could not die, and Andar could not die!
Andar who was behind the Archmage had a weird expression in his eyes due to the fact that he knew he was not in any immediate danger but he could feel the resolve of the Archmage.
He was willing to sacrifice himself for them, and yet Andar was stuck in a position where it took all he had not to fall on his knees and worship his creator and the fact that this Archmage was fighting against him was almost too sacrilegious for him to bear.
There was this dissonance in his thought that was difficult to describe and he simply sighed and closed his eyes.
Rowan's attention was not really focused on the issue of attacking the Archmage and he did not really care about what Andar was thinking about, he would slap the child silly if he had bowed down to him, Rowan had the worship of countless Angels, he did not desire any more from anyone else.
Killing this Archmage was ultimately a useless endeavor, as killing them would yield him nothing substantial except the pleasure of combat.
The primary purpose of his return had been accomplished, and except for some minor issues he needed to take care of, he was done with his time inside the Underverse.
He had divided his body into three parts, the first one holding his Will had gone to retrieve the page of the Primordial Record, the second part had surrounded the shattered projections of the four Archmage's Tower, which had begun to vanish, but they were still spewing a vast amount of energy and surprisingly this energy contained a vast amount of non–attributeless Primordial Aether.
When he thought about it for a while, he realized that the occurrence of this special energy inside their Towers might not be very strange.
When Andar had created his Named Item-Weeping Child, he had been sent to a location in the universe where he was bequeathed a small amount of Primordial Aether by a powerful Archmage, who was most likely a Tower Master.
This meant that the Supreme World of Mages had found a way to infiltrate into some of the power structures of the universe and had taken control of parts of her Dominion, it stands to reason that if Andar, an Acolyte could be given these special resources, then every Archmage here would be given their share of this resource.
Rowan did not let this Aether go to waste, if this was the only benefit he collected from this fight then it was enough.
It was not that he really needed this Aether, because after merging the Aerrkron Core with his Destroyer, he was now able to create non–attributeless Primordial Aether anytime he wanted it, but for now, there was someone here who needed it more than him.
He had stolen the resources Andar would have used to become a Mage, but this gave him the opportunity to awaken early and retrieve the page of his Primordial Record else it would have fallen into the hands of the Archmage here, it was only fair that he returned the favor a hundred times over.
The ocean of Blood Mort wrapped around the Towers that were beginning to fade out of reality and drank every single drop of non-attributeless Primordial Aether erupting from it, pushing deep into the structure and drinking deep from it until there was nothing left.
Rowan had noticed that during the battles with the Archmages, the Towers were truly present here but at the time of their death, they had begun to go immaterial as if they did not exist.
This was an intriguing method of shifting their Towers that Rowan began to deliberate upon, if he could find a method to seize the Tower of an Archmage after their death then he would be able to effectively cripple them, even if their souls were safe inside their Supreme World.
He did not care if others would have tried and failed to do something similar to this when they battled Archmages in the past, he had unique resources that were not available to other people and what might be impossible for others was not necessarily the same for him.
When he collected the last of this precious Aether, the Towers vanished and Rowan silently left as well, leaving the Ocean of Blood Mort behind, but there was no longer any Will directing them and they began to disperse more rapidly than before.
He set his direction towards Trion as he reappeared in the material Universe, with his speed he should be there in months as he was just drifting using the Tides of Aether, but that was already ridiculously fast, as he was moving at many times the speed of light.
He could have moved faster but he needed the time in between his travels in order for him to plan and contemplate the future battles and grand slaughter he was about to deliver on Trion.
Similar to the process he took to forge his Destroyer, he anticipated that the battles on Trion would hold many challenges and hidden traps that even he could not anticipate, and he would never deliberately enter any struggles without having many backups in play.
He did not want a war with Trion, he wanted to crush it.
