Chapter 935 Sanctified Scion

Chapter 935 Sanctified Scion

Rowan observed these two figures that emerged from the head of the titan, clad in green armor that appeared to be made from stacks of metallic leaves, they were tall, around eleven feet, and their body even under the armor appeared to be quite lean, and their movements was like a panther, all grace and speed. In a synchronized motion both of them removed their helm revealing their features to him.

He was surprised by how closely their features resembled the Dominators from the Bacchus Family, under the Pathway of the Wanderer. Which spoke of the clear relation between his siblings and the Eldar, and he wondered if every single bloodline of Trion was somehow reflected here.

They had long blond hair that was almost white, and their features were elfin, with large eyes blazing with the green of life, a prominent nose, and thin lips. Although they were handsome, almost beautiful, there was something that suggested great age in their demeanor.

Rowan was used to seeing old things, yet these two before him carried the aura of ancientness easily around their bodies like a cloak, making him wonder how old they were. The number he was sure, would boggle the mind.

These two were also Will Holders, but they were at a level he could understand which was at the Fourth Dimensional level, and he was astonished that their power could be boosted to such a ridiculous height with the aid of these titan puppets.

He would have to be careful, acquiring a Will seemed to be easier for members of powerful Supreme Worlds but it also required enormous talents, and no one who could acquire a Will was a simple character, their background also gave them frightening authority and power.

They were both males, but it would be easy to mistake them for members of the fairer sex, and due to their close resemblance, it was not difficult to infer that they were related, likely brothers, or perhaps father and son, maybe something even more stranger, like an ancestor with his descendant. At such high levels of power, time and age become almost meaningless and power was the only currency worth noting, so a talented youth could climb as high as his ancestors who may have lived for many Eras.

This event was more likely to occur than even two siblings reaching such a high level, and when you consider that most Will Holders would never surpass the Fourth dimension the possibility increases that such an event would occur.

As Rowan observed them, they did the same to him, in their eyes a complex look of astonishment and suspicion, and it would seem as if their staring competition would not come to an end before Rowan cleared his throat, and as if a spell that held them bound had been removed, the two Will Holders shook themselves, and they inclined their head a little, a clear sign of respect that left Rowan baffled.

He had interrupted their staring contest because he feared for beings with such an air of ancientness around them, that they could stare at him for decades, what he had never expected was they would acknowledge him with deference.

At this moment, his Primordial Ouroboros bloodline was at the Fourth Supreme Circle, which should equate to an Earth god, he was not even an Immortal by all outside appearance, and although his two other bloodlines were at the Immortal Level, his Ouroboros Bloodline was now so domineering that it suppressed their combined Auras, and it was impossible to detect the power of his other two bloodlines.

His reply was simple and open to many interpretations, but he ensured that he spoke the same language that they did.

"I have seen the world outside, and I return home."

A certain tension in the bodies of the two disappeared and their eyes brightened, Rowan suspected that it was because he easily spoke their language and not necessarily his response that triggered this emotion from them. Whatever the significance of this language he just spoke, it made him appear more trustworthy to them and he wondered if perhaps only the Eldar race could speak this language.

Rowan felt a wave of Will wash over him from the two figures and then their eyes widened in surprise and a new wave of suspicion. The one who first asked Rowan who he was, wanted to speak out but hesitated and looked at his second who nodded at him before he turned towards Rowan,

"Forgive my audaciousness, Sanctified Scion. You are... yet mortal. How could you survive through the waste? unless...Are you going through your Mortal Trials?"

Cocking his head to the side, Rowan spoke, "Will my answer in any way affect your responsibilities as guardian of this place?"

"No, Divine Scion, we are just concerned you see, someone of your status should have never been allowed to roam the waste without supervision."

"Oh, why would you think I don't have any supervision?"

A myriad of emotions played past the eyes of these two before they bowed, "Apologies if we overstepped our position, it is rare that a mortal Sanctified Scion leaves their enclaves, especially in times like these. Will you need any assistance from us, we would be honored to be at your service?"

Rowan smiled, "Any assistance?"

They hesitated, "Well as much as we can accommodate Divine Scion."

Rowan looked around at the crowd gaping at him and he frowned, "We are holding up these folks, find us somewhere quiet for us to talk."