The Memory of the blue snake did not last for long, barely a fraction of a moment, it was as if its presence was too heavy to be carried by a sixth-dimensional Memory power and it faded into blue sparks and glinting mind dusts that were swept away by a gust of Time.
Despite the short time, Rowan had been able to glean lots of information from the blue snake, and it came from his bloodline of the Primordial Ouroboros, from which he sensed not anger or hunger as he had expected, but something close to sadness, and this more than anything, nearly freaked Rowan out.
There was only one thing that could affect his Primordial Ouroboros even while they were still dormant, and that was fragments of other Primordial Beasts' bloodlines that had been lost.
"When it rains, it pours," Rowan muttered to himself, he may not recognize this blue snake, but Labaletai did, and from the power he had to pull just to reveal a Memory of its presence, it may be at the peak of the sixth-dimensional level or even the seventh.
The only reason he believed this blue snake was not at the eighth was because such a power would simply tear Doom Star open and retrieve whatever they came for.
Entering this realm was supposed to be difficult, even for Labaletai, but from the talk with the Chaos Door previously, the reason he was able to find Rowan was because Rowan had left something behind that the Chaos Door could use to locate him.
He could feel it, like a wound pulsing inside the box, it took a surprising amount of effort not to rip open the box and take out what was calling for him so strongly. If he opened this box, perhaps the scales blocking out his sight would be pushed aside to a large extent.
Rowan had long kept the box, and now he stared at the Chaos Door with feigned fury, he simply could not find the strength to focus on this Chaos Door when a major part of his consciousness was screaming at him to focus on the box, yet this was the moment when he should take the most care,
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Rowan stood still for a moment before he looked to the sky and addressed the presence he was sensing in the distance,
"Your tether no longer resides in this realm and your time here is short, unless you want to experience the wrath of this realm, I suggest you state your business quickly."
A lovely feminine chuckle emerged from the distance, that suddenly became clear as if the laughter had traveled to Rowan's side in the blink of an eye, which was not far from the truth because the space where the Memory of the blue snake had once resided began to bubble and the Memory returned from that past into this present, all this was being done in an area where time was supposedly frozen.
This was the suppression of higher dimensional abilities over their lessers.
An average immortal in the Supreme Circles would have no defense against the power of a fourth-dimensional being who could control time, and Rowan whose soul controlled fourth-dimensional time powers was helpless against someone that controlled the higher dimensional ability of space-time, and Memory/Mind and whatever powers that a seventh-dimensional entity held.
Labaletai's confession fully confirmed that this danger was a seventh-dimensional being, an ancient entity born during the Primordial Era.
There was always a price for power and although he thought he had escaped from the sphere of Chaos by banishing his intent, that turned out not to be the case, and now he had to deal with this new crisis.
Rowan had been able to easily suppress the Shiik who was in the fifth dimension because of the overwhelming power of his time-related abilities that suppressed every control she had over space, but that suppression should not work against a seventh-dimensional being.
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