The God of Storms has been dead for a week, long enough for Rowan to consider that his gambit may have succeeded, he never expected any of his plans to ever go according to his desires and he waited for any repercussions that might happen.
He had done his best to ensure he covered all the basis, but Fate was a tricky mistress, it would not surprise him if a slight change he made would bring about unexpected consequences.
Rowan had made no dramatic changes in the past few days, he had just sat on the throne of Boreas with his eyes closed, simply waiting. He had learned that sometimes the best method to conserve his energy and focus was to stay still, but if anyone else thought that he was harmless, then their miserable deaths were nothing but their fault.
A week was a blink of an eye to him, and he could sit here for a million years and it would be the same, merging his bloodlines with his Destroyer granted him such a long life span that time was slowly losing its meaning to him, he would know the precise number when he accessed his Primordial Record again, but he had a feeling that with his current lifespan, he should be able to easily live for hundreds of millions of years.
Technically, Rowan was still a mortal, as his present level was just at the Third Supreme Circle. True Immortality came at the Fifth Supreme Circle. He knew that at the Fourth Supreme Circle, his lifespan would be measured in billions of years, but Rowan was not too bothered about rising up through the circle instead he would be focused on rising through the Dimensions.
The true rulers of the universes were those on higher Dimensional Levels, the Circles, whether Great or Supreme were just a ladder to climb to the level of accessing Dimensions. Normally, he should have accessed Dimensions at the 6th of 7th Supreme Circle, but he was able to do so at the Third Supreme Circle.
Not only that, he was capable of transforming himself into something truly unique in all of Creation, existing as a Dimension itself and not just possessing the powers of a Dimension.
Rowan came across this realization when he sat here on the throne as she meditated on his powers and abilities. He was not a user of Dimensional powers anymore, but a Dimension unto itself.
It stunned him that it took so long for him to realize this, but he acknowledged that he had never had the time to truly rest and reflect after the events at the Forge.
He had placed Circe inside one of the Spirit Guise, giving her the power of a Major God, and he sent her into Trion to create a new organization called The Eye of Truth. He had placed another Spirit Guise with her to serve as her helper. With the powers of two Major Gods with abilities that were nearly identical to Boreas, she would be safe against any opposition she might face on the surface.
The Eye of Truth would be a secret organization where she would begin collecting people from the lesser bloodlines who had been crushed by the power of Trion and promise them freedom via the elevation of their bloodline power.
Although the control Trion had over its surroundings was not vast, it still controlled hundreds of Minor Worlds and the people from those planets had become nothing but slaves to the Dominators.
She would gather the best candidates and when she had enough, Rowan would enhance their bloodline when he was summoned by her. From there it was only a matter of time before chaos would ripple throughout the Empire's Territory and his passage to quietly hunting off the gods would be opened.
Rowan had expected Circe to find her revenge the moment she was given the freedom to walk the lands of Trion, but he was pleased that she focused on her mission, already she had set up a great temple underneath a massive river, and the first recruitment had begun.
Although she placed her vengeance on hold, he was aware that every day she made up different torture methods she would use Rico and his father.
Some of her choices made him smile as they were hilariously childish, while the others, well…
Make Rico dance like a clown in front of the Palace until he is forcefully taken away by the palace guards and he should beg to be whipped for his transgressions…
Clean the entire beggar's quarters with his tongue, including the sewers…
Go to the stables of the biggest Runethor Alphas, he should spread his ass cheeks wide open while giving Aphrodisiac to the Runethors, it is also permitted for him to use his mouth as a hole…
That one… that last one, made even Rowan cringe.
The remnants of the Spirit Guises were being slowly released into the universe. They would proceed towards the planet he had kept Maeve, and there they would begin to create a new Forge for his ascension to the Second Dimensional level and hopefully the release of his Primordial Record after its evolution becomes completed.
Rowan had been feeling a wave of power emanating from the direction of Maeve, but his body was in a unique state and he could not receive any transmission from outside his body. He only had to be patient, with the careful movements of his Spirit Guises, he would reach the planet Maeve was on in less than a year.
Rowan was wearing the body of Boreas, but his posture was different, the majesty emanating from his body was nothing Boreas could dream of achieving. His eyes remained closed as he waited.
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At precisely the moment Time was paused with the arrival of the Tower Masters in the Black Tower and their revelations to Andar, Rowan's eyes opened not because of that matter—he no longer had any connections with Andar—but because he had sensed that existence had just… shifted.
He sat up straighter on his throne and held his right hand in front of him as if he was caressing the air, and then he pushed his hand deeper into space and reality parted around it. His hand began to extend further into space as it stretched as if it was made from rubber, his hand extended for miles.
Rowan brought his hand back and his palm was red with blood, he rubbed his fingers together, before bringing the blood to his nose and smelling it and he frowned.
Rowan knew this blood, he had caught sight of it when he battled with the Cerulean gods and wiped all the life on their Major World.
He had used a weird attack where he seized a large chunk of reality using his Telekinesis and waited for a while for reality to heal itself, after that, he would release the reality that he seized, and the clash between these two exact realities would release a stupendous amount of energy and force, and something else.
The energy and force were enough to wipe out the life of everything in a Major World, except the gods with an immortal soul, and the other thing that happened was that it could cause the universe to bleed.
It was also important that Rowan had been able to not only harvest Soul Energy when he used this attack, but he was also able to harvest Soul Origin!
Rowan could unleash far more powerful attacks than this one, but this one was unique in the sense that it was the only attack he had made that made the universe bleed and give him Soul Origin.
He did not know all the uses of the blood of the universe, but he knew that it held so much vitality it had created a Minor World; Rowan had not experimented with this attack again as he focused on building his Forge.
He had sensed at that time that using this attack multiple times would invite the wrath of the universe. The Primordial Record hid him from the gaze of the powerful but if he went around destabilizing reality to a massive degree, he would not be able to hide anymore.
Yet, Rowan understood that he would have no choice but to use this attack again in the future. One of the requirements for him to level up his Sheol Bloodline was Soul Origin, and this was the easiest method for him to use to acquire this unique energy.
