Like a swallow returning to its nest, the two hands of destruction merged with the upraised hands of Rowan and he went still like a statue, and then his body exploded with black flames that turned his skin to ash and vaporized massive chunks of muscles, exposing glowing bones underneath.
Of course, all of these visible injuries were simply what reality could interpret was going wrong with him, what Rowan was experiencing was quite worse, and his Essence and Aether continued to fall, however, there was something new blooming inside his dimensional flesh, and it scared and excited him at the same time, because under the flames of destruction, his bloodlines became intensely agitated, and there were faint signs that they were about to merge.
His focus slipped deeper into his dimension and he seemed to have forgotten that he was gripping the World Stele. From all around him, tiny motes of purple light that resembled fireflies began to drift into his body, at first they were a few hundred but before long, the number increased to billions.
With his mind occupied by the intense changes inside his dimension, his hold over the Gate of Purgatory loosened, and the countless souls that had perished in the brief moments they descended into Aerovah began to flock into his dimension.
However, Rowan was not even aware of these changes, his body continued to break down under the black flames, even his wings began to melt, and in a short while he resembled a flaming skeleton with small patches of burning flesh that stubbornly clung to his bones.
An aura of death and desolation began to arise from Rowan and it seemed that he might have bitten more than he could chew because from all outside indicators, this great titan was dying, and even the massive influx of souls pouring into him seemed to be the last gasp of a dying man.
Even the World Stele who was on the verge of destruction saw the state of Rowan and was shocked, and hope began to bloom in its heart, for it was possible that Rowan would be the first to die before it.
Wielding such a pure power of destruction was a path left for Primordials alone, and Rowan no matter how special he was should be paying a grievous price, and his death was a real possibility.
These were the thoughts of the World Stele, but it did not find as much solace in them as it would have imagined, nevertheless, it began to marshall the last of its resources to hold on until Rowan collapsed into ash.
It was a memory she thought was lost to her, but the Archive had resurrected that Memory for her once more, and if she would be leaving this place in the future, she was permitted to take this Memory with her. Anything that Light touched could never be forgotten, and it was by his grace that what was once lost to her had been returned.
One of the benefits of staying near the Archive was gifts like these, and Ghribba luxuriated in this particular gift, shamelessly taking the form of her birth which resembled a massive glowing jellyfish that glittered as if filled with countless stars.
She was the only one of her race who was not attracted to the deep, and from the first moment that she saw the endless lights of the stars in the skies and she reached for them, Ghribba had never looked back.
At the distance, she could see dozens of Memories of different higher-dimensional immortals who were waiting for the chance to enter the Archives; some of them had been here long before she arrived, and some she knew would never leave. The gifts of the Principality required a strong Will, and sometimes even higher-dimensional immortals would falter before this obstacle.
Nevertheless being at this place was a chance to leave the struggles of reality behind and slowly increase your personal power base, and after a while, it was possible to forget that reality outside this place even existed. There were rumors of certain Memories and immortals who had been here since the beginning of the Supreme Era and had forgotten that there was a life outside of this place.
There was a danger to the Archive that Ghribba was becoming aware of, but the problem was that she found out she did not care, even when news came in from her subordinate that the Frozen Road had been destroyed by an unknown party, Ghribba simply spent a brief moment analyzing what that would mean for her and her realm before returning back to the serenity of this memory, and the lights of the Celestial Archive.
As an eighth-dimensional immortal, she did not require the aid of the Frozen Road to roam through reality, and although the lack of this road would severely hamper the commercial activities of her realm, the primary reason she had focused on building that realm was to get to the Archives, and now that this dream had been achieved, she did not care about the difficulty that would plague the inhabitants of Aerovah.
She even began to faintly sense the opportunity that could arise if the Frozen Road no longer existed, for one, she would be able to...
The light of the Archive that had been shining bright suddenly went red, and Ghribba felt a great sense of disquietness seize her soul as well as panicked screams and cries from her realm.
A painful twinge cut through her soul as he felt the life of her youngest spawn disappears. It did not take a few moments more before the life of more of her spawns began to rapidly vanish, every death plunging into her soul like a burning blade and Chribba's color transformed into a blazing red as if she was bleeding when the connection to the last of her spawns vanished.
Her body shivered as she took a humanoid form, it was if a beautiful woman that seemed to be crafted out of blue water that swirled hypnotically, ignoring everything around her, she turned and left the Archive, disregarding a growing pressure that was emerging from its center, a part of her understood that whatever calamity had just befallen Aerovah seemed to be linked to the Celestials, and she was glad, they would aid her in her vengeance.
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