Acquiring Soul Origin was the next agenda on his list after his evolution, he had to be careful about it and take his time, but it would be better if he understood how the merging of two exact realities would create such a peculiar change that it would lead to the creation of Soul Origin.
Rowan rubbed the blood in between his fingers, he feared that the choice had been taken from him again, and he could not afford to wait anymore. Existence has just shifted and the method he used in responding to it would determine if he would win or lose.
The blood he just collected from the depths of reality was similar to the blood of the universe, but this one was different. Instead of abundant life that could lead to the creation of Minor Worlds, it held nothing but death.
As he watched, the hand of Boreas stained with blood grew pale as it leeched the life force from the god. If this small amount of blood was released on the surface of a Major World, it would easily wipe out the life from that world and poison the World Consciousness.
"Interesting…" Rowan muttered as he allowed the blood to drain as much vitality as it wanted until its color changed from a dull red to a vivid purple and then it abruptly collapsed into water vapor and vanished.
All the vitality that was taken from Boreas had vanished into thin air. Rowan frowned and performed the experiment again, and now he focused on the working of this blood.
He used Boreas's essence entirely not allowing his own to touch the blood, although it would reduce his investigative efficiency, Rowan knew that this matter may involve powers much greater than what could be found on Trion and he must be prudent.
After experimenting with the blood dozens of times, he could finally glean a little part of its working and because he was using Boreas senses, he could not accurately judge what he had investigated, but it was clear that this blood contained many things, among them were broken Wills that formed an Incomplete Formation.
Rowan could see fragments of hundreds of Wills, perhaps there was more inside this blood, and without his full senses he could not accurately judge their levels, but he knew they were high, some of them should even reach the 6th Dimension.
"Well, this was strange. Is this your doing, father?"
This shook everything he knew about the universe and how it worked, and the fragments of the plan that his father must have been working on for an unknown amount of years were being revealed to him.
During his many experiments with this blood, he found out that he did not have to dip his hand further before he could acquire more. What this meant was that this blood filled with the energy of death and carrying an unknown Formation was slowly creeping towards the surface, and in two decades or less, it would erupt.
Rowan did not know the range of this disaster or how much blood it contained, but with the sensation, he had of existence changing, he did not doubt that this disaster would reach the entire breadth of the universe!
Rowan tapped the arm of his throne slowly, he now had a timeline to push for his ascension and the destruction of Trion—two decades or less. By that time his armies must be ready to battle against the entire universe, if his father had plans that could affect the entire material universe, then he had no choice but to be prepared for a battle of this level.
"This would be the battle that would be fought from the highest of heavens to the lowest depths of hell."
A dull rumble shook the Vault of Hekaton and the voice Rowan now knew to be that of the God King sounded in the air, filled with malevolence and rot.
"Return to the Fields of Elysium brothers and sisters, the Great Trickster has shown his hand. The time of waiting is almost over, and we shall be prepared to face it… Trion shall prevail."
In front of Boreas, a silver tear opened inside the vault leading to a place that appeared to be filled with golden light. Rowan sent his senses toward it and noticed that it required only a simple infusion of power to transfer a portion of the god's consciousness toward these fields of Elysium.
These were the same fields where the God King had summoned the gods of Trion not so long ago.
Rowan grinned, he had been preparing for such an opportunity, and it had finally arrived so quickly, he had expected the wait to take decades at the least, instead, it had been less than a week.
"Don't mind if I do." Rowan bit off the little finger of Boreas and threw it toward the portal, "I come carrying gifts for you all… I'm no longer as patient anymore."
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TWO DAYS AGO.
Something zipped across a road made from light and broken sounds, moving faster than the speed of sound to a place that was hidden from all of existence. It was a palace that would place anything inside a universe to shame.
A hunched figure that was running on all fours for many months finally arrived at his destination and he slowed down and stopped before a gate so massive it was impossible to see its height or breadth.
The difficulty of reaching this place had been tremendous, others would have considered it impossible—to find the Will of the Universe was only possible by extreme luck or a patient hunt within the time frame of trillions of years, sometimes even until the universe dies after many trillion years, its Will would only be discovered at the end.
Among the many methods the universe uses to defend itself, the ability to stay hidden is among its greatest.
The main goal of every Major Power inside a Material Universe is to search for the location of the Will of the Universe because anyone who could control the Will of a Universe would have ultimate authority over it. Although this was easier said than done.
Controlling the Will of the Universe was impossible unless you were one of its children, and the universe was very careful about the powers it gave to its children.
One of the ways it protected itself was to push anyone that became too powerful away from itself, and only when it approached death would the slightest opportunity to reach its Will become available.
The Third Prince reached the Gates of the Universe and stood up. His appearance had not changed, he still resembled a withered old man standing more than twelve feet tall, whose stomach was massive as if he had swallowed an elephant.
Licking his dry lips he set his hands on the gate, his fingernails that were curled like claws dug into the gate, and with a loud grunt he pushed.
For a while, it seemed as if nothing was happening until a loud groan came from the gate, and a line emerged between his hands that traveled upwards until it reached the top of the gate that was fifty thousand miles high.
The weight of this gate was immeasurable, and the Third Prince was too weak to have opened it, but he had left preparations behind that would aid him, and also there was Fourth…
The Third Prince hated Fourth more than any of his siblings. Fourth was the youngest to be born therefore making him the most powerful.
The Third Prince should have nearly equaled Fourth in strength but he sacrificed nearly ninety percent of his essence to merge with Elura so she could birth Rowan.
Fourth was supposed to support him according to the plan the Third Prince had previously made with him, but instead, he was shunned, he did not believe in the Third Prince's plan to locate the Singularity, he called it a fool's errand, but he did not reveal his true intentions until the Third Prince had drained all his essence in the creation of Rowan.
Even after ten million years, the Third Prince still hated Fourth with a fury that was hard for a mortal to comprehend, and the fact that he had succeeded only added fuel to this fire.
Would Rowan have been able to escape his hands if Fourth had just sacrificed a portion of his essence so that the Third Prince could heal his wounds?
