Chapter 903 A Closer Bond

Chapter 903 A Closer Bond

Rowan did not let the shock settle in the mind of the audience as he proclaimed,

"Hear my words and know this to be the Truth. I am not a God, nor a Demon, I am not an Archmage not the Scion of a Divine, I am not an Empyrean nor a Titan, the blood you see is the red blood of a mortal, and I have a limited amount of them that I can lose before I perish. Third you are wrong, you have beaten the greatest of my creation, and this spell is the only method I can use to win this battle. So my question to you is simple, would you watch as the greatest opportunity you would ever come across pass you by because you were scared of fighting a mortal? This bridge would merely equalize the field of battle, and the bounty behind me would be the reward for the winner."

Rowan knew in his heart that he would never win a contest of words with a duplicitous entity like Third, he could only make his case impossible to be denied. The Third Prince would always find a way to wiggle out of anything, but an absolute justification. Rowan was mortal and vulnerable, if he could not fight a mortal with all his advantages, then he would lose his armies.

Even with all his advantages, Rowan knew that it would be almost impossible to perfectly destroy all the Reflections, one instance would be Erohim, even after he was killed and his Will stripped away, he was still able to survive inside a memory he had hidden, Rowan could not ignore the possibility that even if he succeeded in killing all the Reflections, that some part of them would remain, and so he created Twilight Spell to resolve this issue once and for all.

Using the impossible concept of placing two separate Time Continuum in one space, he created a power that would shatter all forms of life across time. He had drawn concepts from the Lost Flames, and Sheol, among other powers to create the inspiration for this spell. It was hard to say if he would be able to duplicate this spell ever again, he was lucky that all the right conditions were in place to make it possible.

To truly win this battle against his ancient enemies, he would have to funnel the Reflections into this bridge. The only way he would ensure that they would cooperate was to make sure that he bore an equal amount of risk. At least on the surface.

Rowan knew that his other two bloodlines were immortal, but no one here was aware of that fact, he had made sure that he did not finalize the final form of his Sheol bloodline, and anyone who had seen his other bloodline inside his dimension would not even understand what they were looking at. After all, he had never seen anyone whose bloodline was a city.

The Third Prince laughed bitterly, "Well played Rowan, well played, the entire universe is our witness, you shall stand before the might of the entire forces that we have arrayed before you as a mortal, and just as we shattered your Dominion, your mortal blood shall paint the skies red. On this bridge will your fate be decided and it would be a grim one for the ages. Believe me boy, I have had a million years of practice when it comes to torturing you."

Their roars that could be heard from all corners of the Universe carried by Intent could not reach him here, and the Primordial Record spoke to him,

"You bring me to the best places Rowan, such an adventure I have had with you."

Rowan smiled, the Primordial Record had begun to reveal more of itself to him as he grew stronger and picked his own path, its words were no longer cryptic, and Rowan found that he actually liked this new side of the Singularity, "You have seen nothing yet, stick with me and I shall bring you to the end of creation."

"I will hold you to that," the Primordial Record, chuckled? "Without merging with my final page I will not be able to give you the entire benefits that you should enjoy, are you okay with this development? Why do I even ask, your mind is firm, uey don't you want to deal with the army that is a single second away from burying you?"

Rowan shrugged, "They are already handled, show me what I have to work with."

The endless undead had slammed into the bridge, burying it in its entirety under an impossible mound of flesh.

Silence prevailed in the universe as everyone was on the verge of breathing out a sigh of relief in expectation of the death of their enemy and then the Third Prince shuddered and stepped back, before hacking and coughing out blood and pieces of his internal organs.

The endless armies of undead silent turned to ash, starting from those touching the bridge and traveling to every last one of the undead. The Ash was so thick it shrouded the entire dimension and began to fall like the universe's worst rain.

Rowan's voice touched the entire dimension, "Third, I thought you were smart. Did you not remember the nature of this bridge? It is the final resting place of all life. Nothing of the dead can cross it."