Chapter 1051: Carrying A Universe
Rowan stood in a void, surrounded by heavenly bodies made from gold, with his perception he could see vast galaxies without number, roving worlds, and whispering stars, and in the void, he could hear the whispers of the first part of his True name uttered from the mouths of countless beings whose creator had returned...
Trrshikrhl Velhyez Ywnmryr...
Desolator of Universes...
Rowan paused, peering at the immensity of his consciousness and knowing this was a fifth of his entire power, and it was dormant, yet the power contained in every speck of light could crush a thousand worlds.
This fragile mortal body he inhabited began to shiver, every cell in its body nearly rebelling against the might it was witnessing, and Rowan had to shatter all his nerve endings, leaving him paralyzed for him to just stand in place. His consciousness took over puppeteering the mortal body.
Opening himself up to his remnant, Rowan accepted this portion of his consciousness and as the only part of his consciousness that was awakened, no matter how small it was, the dormant consciousness found a target and began to move toward him.
That whisper that chanted the first portion of his True Name built to a roar that resounded all over the void, and like a powerful black hole drawing reality itself into its crushing embrace, the entire universe of gold began to rush toward Rowan.
A planet hurtled towards him, the first of the many, and it slammed into him with indescribable force, Rowan's tiny body was lost in the immensity of this world and when it seemed as if the planet would crush him to nothingness, his blue robes spread out wide like wings and the massive planet shrunk and embroidered itself in his robe.
Rowan rocked back, feeling a sweet taste rush from his throat to his tongue as his internals were shredded to fine mist. His healing took care of the damage in a second, this could kill him, crush the remnants of the consciousness in this fragile mortal body.
His Natal Treasure was carrying an entire universe.
Rowan appeared calm on the surface but inside his mind was a raging flood of thoughts and emotions as the knowledge that he had been sleeping in death for eight hundred and eighty thousand years filled him with anger and despair.
Anger that he had lost so much time and despair that the fear plaguing his spirit now had a face, the Eye of the Primordial of Time was no longer bound to him.
Opening his eyes Rowan contemplated his next moves for a while, the new knowledge and power he had gained from summoning the first part of his name changed the directions of his plans a bit, but those could still be refined. He was in immense danger if he remained inside the Supreme Circle when the remnants of a Primordial were on the loose.
It would seem that to win the war inside Doom Star, he was not only going against the World's Will an entity that should at least be at the seventh-dimensional level, but a Primordial remnants.
His next steps would be to reach the Deific Rank, where he could increase the number of his Natal Treasure from three to six, for him that meant doubling the carrying capacity of his robes, enough for him to summon another part of his consciousness.
With the destruction of countless Explorers in the claws of the Shiik, Rowan had collected enough memories that he knew his next destination. His lost treasure had been found by the Explorers and Rowan was going to collect back what was his.
He stood up, standing at more than seven feet tall, his majesty stood unrivaled beneath the heavens, with a wave of his hand the mountainous body of the Shiik shrank until it was barely a hundred feet tall, and it began walking behind Rowan, on a cloud of blue Ascendancy Aura that emerged from his golden robes.
Reaching the black building that had endured the devastation of the Calamity tides without a single scratch, Rowan's Aura went ahead of him, seized the entire building, and crushed it to a dot, leaving the hovering prism behind, his Aura entered the Prism and a gigantic tear in space manifested behind the prism.
Golden robes rippling in ephemeral winds, the enigmatic figure of Rowan and the Shiik vanished into the tear in space.