A Demon King Infernal Spark was a resource as rare as a Quillin Tear, its uses were varied and contained do much power that if he detonated the Infernal Spark of a Demon King it would be enough to destroy multiple galaxies.
Rowan placed it away, the sprout of a plan brewing inside his consciousness.
Focusing back on Archimedes, he concluded that the Demon King was already taking her on a path of no return, which was something anyone else would conclude on after seeing the dilapidated structure of her Bloodline Root, but Rowan did not want to reverse this path as a treatment to her condition, Ohrox had inspired him, and he needed to dwell deeply on these thoughts before making any action.
There was a chance of creating something truly unique, and if he was hasty he would regret the opportunity of not creating something spectacular.
Every time Archimedes died, Ohrox had taken the brunt of the mental load, and the rigors of resurrection, after all, he was the one enjoying all the benefits, and the Lightning Kirin was just along for the ride. So the only benefit she had gained from this was that her soul was relatively unhurt after dying eight times.
It was not as if there was no cost to resurrection for a Lightning Kirin, their souls were special, but that did not mean they did not get worn down by the energy of death after each resurrection.
Archimedes had been spared from such a fate so that meant her innate Soul potential was largely untouched and the touch of death had not sank deep in her soul, although she would no longer be able to resurrect if she died a final time, she would still be able to grow.
Rowan had devoured the Soul of Ohrox and Collected his Infernal Spark, but he left behind a space in the root of Archimedes's bloodline that needed to be filled. If Rowan wanted, he could fill that space with so much vitality that Archimedes would easily ascend to become a god, but that would be a waste.
The actions of Ohrox had made her something of a blank slate, and her soul was still relatively intact. This was a great development, it expanded the tools available for him to work with.
There was a thousand path he could take with Archimedes, and reducing them to a single best one would take a few hours of deliberation.
Rowan suddenly saw a flash of pale light that vanished so quickly that if it was not for his Perception that allowed him to casually watch light move as slowly as a snail crawls, then he would have doubted that he had seen something.
With the patience of a hunter, he waited for another three days, his instinct telling him that this phenomenon would repeat itself
That light had caught his attention, it was something that should not be a part of Archimedes, but there it was. The whiff of mystery tied around this occurrence interested him a lot.
His patience was rewarded when at the end of the third day, Rowan's intuition screamed at him and he marshaled all his perception and to him time a stood still.
The light flashed once more and disappeared just as quickly, but what he saw made him pause and reevaluate his plans once more.
In his enhanced perception that slowed time to a full stop. That light became a series of runes that formed a spatial passageway, resembling a tunnel of lightning. He had pushed a portion of his perception into that tunnel and it was transferred to a new location, and there he saw a gigantic blue tree that seemed to be made from lightning.
The Tree was massive, stretching for more than twenty miles from root to crown. At least for any other creature such a tree would be a magnificent sight, but a single hair from Rowan in his Chaotic body was many times bigger than this tree, although the size of the tree did not truly correlate with the energy he could sense inside of it.
That energy was pure and clean and was so vast that Rowan nodded in appreciation. If he wanted to measure it, he would say this Tree contained a third of the energy he had inside his Primordial Sea of Darkness when he was at the Second Supreme Circle.
On this tree were various small fruits shining with viridescent colors and there were hundreds of them, with three prominent large fruits that rested at the top of the tree shining as bright as stars.
The roots of the tree were massive extended deep into the ground. Looking at the surroundings, Rowan was struck by a sense of familiarity, and it did not take him long to know why. He had been here before, well not him but Andar.
This place was the Isle of Rest.
This area was quite different from the place where Andar had been summoned into, and the terrain was largely different, whilst Andar had been surrounded by endless fields, Rowan could see a couple of large mountains in the distance and at the horizon he could see the blue of a sea.
This place was inside the universe, but where could he find it? It was clearly not in the Underverse. He looked away from this strange place and focused on the tree, with his perception straining to keep time in place, he could not travel far and understand all the intricacies of this place.
Nevertheless he understood that the value of the place could not be over emphasized, as it was most likely be considered the heart of the universe, it was important enough that a Tower Master was stationed here, and most likely other Supreme Powers could also be found here too.
From what Rowan knew of the Isle of Rest, Non attibuteless Primordial Aether could be harvested from here. The same energy that was fed to Empyreans and Archmages, and as he suspected, Demons as well.
He would be exploring this place deeply in the future, the mysteries and opportunities to be gained was enough for him to make a move.
Rowan sighed at the final present the Demon King had left inside Archimedes, it was a passageway that linked to her Bloodline Source.
This tree was the Bloodline Source of the Lightning Kirin, and every fruit on it was representing an ability unique to their race.
