The power of his Will of Time began to bubble out of Rowan's consciousness as his eyes glowed brighter, and when it seemed as if the process had reached the cusp of activation, the power that sealed him in place blocked any expression of his Will outside his body, and a sort of amused sensation from the World Stele touched his consciousness,
"You have watched me like the serpent that you are, but I have watched you like a hunter. I have been waiting for you to make this move. Tell me, Rowan, for someone as wise as you, why do you think I have let you live for so long, knowing how dangerous you are to everything that lives and breathes? Everything you have touched you have brought to ruin, and yet I still brought you into my bosom."
Rowan's eyes flashed repeatedly as if he was trying to break through the barriers holding back his Will and then he chuckled darkly, there was no mirth in that laughter, only a sort of acceptance and intense stubbornness,
"You were giving me a long rope." Rowan said, "To hang myself with it."
"It is a good thing that you do not lack awareness. You are not the first genius I have dealt with or the billionth. You are not the first Breaker, and you will not be the last, that have forged the foundations of where you stand today. You were not weak, your enemies were simply too strong. Your death would not be in vain. This is something I can promise you."
The chewing and slurping sound from Thenos was gradually subsiding and Rowan's consciousness rippled outward, as he observed the bleeding womb,
"I think I am now beginning to understand what makes Thenos special. He eats everything."
"Ah, but that is only scratching the surface of his talent. He does not eat, he assimilates... everything, without wasting a single bit of it. In time he would become everything. Why did you think he had to be hunted down and killed before he was allowed to be born? Thenos was destined to be the eighth Primordial. Of all Breakers that had come before, none can equal his gift."
Rowan whispered to himself, "Hmm, this is interesting. Yet are you not afraid that there might be something that would choke him?"
Like everything it did not understand about reality, Thenos never knew what he looked like, since his head was taken away, his body remained so he could easily fit into his body, but his head was gone, and now in his attempt to regrow his head, there was no order, simply chaos.
Instead of smooth white skin and a child's face, Thenos's head was a massive pulsating tumor, it was like looking at a ball of naked and bloody muscles, that expanded and retracted, and from the micro tremors rippling across the surface of the tumor, it was as if Thenos was in constant pain.
From the pulsating tumor that was his head, massive rips began to arise, bleeding foul blood as hundreds of eyes emerged from it, and Thenos began to struggle to stand on his feet, and once more he had begun to laugh. Rowan's consciousness finally reached the Undying and a single strand of Berrion's hair shook when he touched him, bringing him out of his pit of despair, "Father, I have failed you."
Rowan was silent for a while, before he replied, "No, you have not."
The eyes of the Undying opened wide, and a hint of understanding seemed to rise within him when his green eyes that had been filled with life went dull and something broke out of his forehead with so much force that the top half of the Undying exploded.
What killed the Undying zipped across reality, tearing through the barriers bounding everything and slammed into Rowan's forehead with so much force that his body, despite being under the hold of the World Stele was bent backward.
Golden blood began to pour out of Rowan's forehead like a waterfall, but he was uncaring of that, instead, he began to laugh, it started small, but it soon grew into a peal of full-blown manic laughter, and for a while, it was impossible to tell the difference between the laughter of Thenos and those of Rowan.
Rowan easily brought his left hand up to his head, the barriers that the World Stele was constantly maintaining over him were no longer holding him. Digging his fingers into his head he pulled out... a spear.
At this time, the spear was like a toothpick, but as he straightened, it expanded until it was as large as his Destroyer. Twisting the spear, he slammed the point into the ground, making the entire body of the World Stele quiver in pain as massive cracks radiated from his position.
Cracking his neck, Rowan groaned in pleasure as he was finally free of the oppressive restraints, and he addressed the World Stele,
"After all this time you do not understand me at all. Do you think I will show you all my cards? I made nine books, true, and I showed you those books, also true, but I never said that every book I made was in the shape of one."
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