Circe settled down since the process of boarding the Sand Line was mostly automatic and did not need any input from any of the carriage owners, especially her own who owned a rudimentary form of artificial intelligence.
For some reason, Rowan seemed to be very interested in the Sand Lines and she could her mutterings about magnetic yoke and Aether repulsion decoupling.
She recognized some of the terms but she soon became lost when he began speaking a more technical language that sounded like gibberish to her and she shifted her attention away, her discomfort was slowly diminishing and she was feeling sleepy.
When Circe fell asleep, she was not aware. Rowan observed her state for a while until he was satisfied that she was ready. Her merger with Archimedes had been reversed and the power that resulted from that merger had been collected by Rowan and purified into millions of different elements, all of which would be used to build her foundations.
With her asleep, Rowan began to work, he took out Rico's heart, making sure he had accurately memorized the resonance so he could find the living pile of shit stain any time he wanted, and he began to rebuild Circe's heart.
He maintained her blood flow throughout her body, making sure all her organs were receiving the life carrying fluids, and he tried not to distract himself with the frail nature of a mortal flesh, especially as Circe was now at the Rift State and could be killed by a small gust of wind.
Of course he knew that mortals were not that weak, but it was hard to convince himself sometimes.
Who created the first mortal?
Rowan might not know much, but he knew that the Primordials came first, if there was something older than the Primordials, then they were unknown. What actions did the Primordials take that began to spread life throughout the many universes?
If it was Chaos that created the universes, what was the reason he did something like this? Also, the words of Archimedes stuck with him. Ohrox had said that only mortals were truly free, and the Immortals were nothing but playthings for the almighty.
Yet Rowan knew that this was truly not the case. Even a mortal was not free, for their Soul was not truly their own. Except for the few Soul Origins Rowan had been able to gather either by accident or by various odd events, he knew that what he even considered the soul was not complete without the Origin.
This was the trigger that caused the change in mindset for Rowan. The reason that the Will he chose was to seek out the truth, nothing else would do. Not power or immortality, what he wanted to know was the secrets behind it all. That drive had become an obsession that was so great that he had transformed into a creature whose entire purpose was to unearth the truth behind existence.
Chaos chooses to become Reality, Asteraoth becomes Light, and I am to become Truth… Yet this is not all of my potential, with my Nascent Primordial Bloodline of Sheol I can still become Soul Origin, and if my plans for the Ouroboros Bloodline go towards the direction I want, then I will have another Nascent Primordial Bloodline.
This means I will be the first Primordial to control three 9th-dimensional powers!
Rowan shivered internally as he suddenly came to a realization. During his ascension to Will, he had come across various options and one of them included the Will of Time and something else that was hidden.
The Primordial Record presented this Will as:
INCOMPLETE WILL OF TIME AND ???? — 9TH DIMENSIONAL DOMAIN WILL (NOTE: Requires the Eyes of your ??????)
Was it possible that the true form of his father was someone who controlled two Wills? Was it the reason he was killed by other Primordials? Perhaps the creation of his second Will had not become complete before he was set upon by the other Primordials, because Rowan believed that with two 9th Dimensional powers the true form of his father would have been matchless.
The Reflection of his father had been searching for a single thing all this while—The Primordial Record.
This singularity had given him the path to cultivate more than a single Will. This was the connection!
'Does this mean if the truth of my Primordial Record becomes known every single Primordial would be after my head?'
Rowan shivered this time for real. He was lucky that Caine had not infiltrated his true memories but those that he had planted inside his Reflection, since he did not really understand the true value of the Primordial Record.
There must be a reason the Reflection of his father seemed to be very careful when he was dealing with the Primordial Record. If the Reflection was as powerful as he thought then he should be able to call upon great powers at a moment's notice and crush Rowan to dust, why did he not do this when Rowan was still very weak?
Perhaps the Reflection was not truly afraid of Rowan but was afraid of calling attention to itself and its activities inside this universe. Perhaps his father had never considered Rowan the true enemy but someone else.
'Whatever comes, I shall face with all my strength of Will. I have already placed my feet on the true road to truth and power and nothing shall stand in my way. If the Primordials can kill the true form of my father for daring to have more than a single Will, then there is no need to hold back anymore.'
Aware that all of these matters were for the future, perhaps he would not deal with Primordials until many millions or billions of years from now, he turned his mind to the present and the task he set out for himself—Rebuilding Circe.
The seat of a Dominator lay in their hearts, and they channeled Aether through it to all their bodies, powering all their abilities, both active and passive. When they reached the Second Great Circle and gained a Territory, the functionality of their hearts became more crucial, because power and essence were channeled from their Territory through their hearts.
It showed how impressive Circe's talent was, as she was able to reach the Third Great Circle and channel power through her body instead of her heart. If she was a Mage, Rowan would liken this talent of hers to be similar to a Spirit Body.
