The Primordial Record - Chapter 1385

Chapter 1385 Molding Dimension (final)

At this point in his life, Rowan had encountered extremely destructive events, entire universes crumbling to ash, hundreds of dimensions broken by the whims of the mighty, merely a while back, in the presence of death, this universe that he inhabited had ended in a blink of an eye, and yet with all the scenes of destruction that he had seen, there was something different about the fall of Sheol, because it was natural as if this was the end result of its path, Rowan had only accelerated that process.

There was great knowledge and power that he had yet to claim from Sheol, but he knew that this was a price of change. He could not get everything that he wanted, and in the end, it was not as if he was going to lose out by much, because whatever powers Sheol contained were not going to be lost, they would simply be transformed.

The longer that he observed the fall of the city, the more he began to notice that Sheol was not being destroyed; it was more like it was collapsing, rather it could be said that it was shrinking. Massive buildings folded into themselves as the walls that surrounded them were reduced to thin paper sheets which melded into other parts of the city that were also becoming infinitely smaller.

The collapse of these two bloodlines was awe-inspiring to watch, and Rowan was able to use his power over time to infer what would be coming next, and he was able to trace that all of these changes were being directed at a point that had first been invisible but soon became apparent to Rowan as to be the source of all the transitions happening to his bloodlines. This unknown point was to be the core of his new bloodline Serathis.

The massive Tree of Desire began to collapse in earnest, its songs beginning to fade, its massive trunk bleeding brown dusty flakes that fell like snow, making the entire tree seem like it had transformed into a collapsing sculpture made of sand. The endless sea of Primordial Oceans that almost seemed to be infinite for a long time, visibly shrank with every passing moment and all of these powers were being transferred to that invisible core of Serathis hovering in the center of his dimension, just above his massive golden skull that was about to be completed as the bloodline of Origin Ouroboros had nearly completed its transformation.

More quickly than it should have ever been possible, the core of Serathis absorbed everything from his previous Primordial bloodlines, and they vanished from his sight, no longer to be seen in existence. The Core that was left shone brightly for a second before the light dimmed and Serathis appeared before him.

It was an unassuming grey orb that was the size of an egg. Rowan did not look down on Serathis even though the wave of power he could sense from this orb was extremely minuscule, yet, it was unfathomable deep. It had to be to swallow two Primordial bloodlines and not just any Primordial bloodlines, but bloodlines that had been mutated by Rowan's dimensional flesh to become something extremely powerful, nonetheless, Serathis had swallowed all of that power and it still felt hungry. Rowan observed this orb for a while, and he finally affirmed his connection with it, merging his Will and Intent into this bloodline, and it transformed. First, there was a ripple along the surface of the orb, and then a dense lifeforce erupted from it, a lifeforce that was so powerful that it began to rebuild Rowan's flesh atop his golden skeleton. This would be his second district, the New Haven for his Angels, and any of his children who leaned towards this aspect of his powers.

"Hmm, how strange. It would seem that my life going forward would have some rather interesting changes."

Deep inside his new bloodlines were similar traits to those of his Ouroboros, and these traits were rapidly maturing, if his inference was correct, what it meant was that his two new bloodlines were about to come to life!

His serpents were the Avatar of his Origin Ouroboros Bloodline, and it would seem that these traits had been transferred to his two new bloodlines, and their Avatar was being formed as he was watching.

This process was happening deep inside the core of these two bloodlines, and only Rowan's enhanced understanding of the dynamics of power and the influence of his Class had allowed him to glimpse this process during its formation.

As he watched this procedure closely, a revelation about his Class and his path forward swept through his consciousness and his understanding of what it meant to be an Eclipsed Creator deepened.

His Origin Ouroboros bloodline was Destruction, it covered the cold and dark places that all would encounter at the end of their life, it was the flames that wiped the world clean, and Serathis was Creation, it would be the force that regrew the bud of life from the ashes left behind by destruction, and Chronomancer Prime was the bridge of Fate that balanced these two powers, all three were necessary for him to become the beginning and the end.

In acknowledgment of his new role, his mind seemed to freeze and Rowan fell into a daze, for a while, he knew no more as his consciousness fell into a slumber, but the recreation of his body did not stop, instead, it accelerated.

The mighty mound of ash that was once his body had entirely vanished, Rowan had been reborn anew, and this time he was in the form of a seven-year-old boy, but his palms alone could hold a hundred galaxies. His legs were folded to his chest and his hands of destruction had been merged into his flesh, and he no longer looked incomplete, he seemed to be sleeping, his chest slowly rising and falling, and under his head were the flames of death, and Rowan had used it as his pillow.

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