With those words from Rowan inside the mory the soul was hearing, golden lightning gathered from both sides of his brain, congregating together into a sea of lightning that began to churn, releasing a series of increasingly louder humming sounds like a supermassive reactor powering up, and then the lightning shot into the sky in the form of a pillar, breaking past space and ti, traveling up for millions of light years, and then it spread open at the top of its ascent, and from a distance it was as if a golden tree of lightning had just erged from Rowan's open skull.
The soul fla rose into the sky, carried by an external power and it was sent to the top of the lightning branches, and from this position, the flas from it began to travel down the trunk of the lightning tree into Rowan's body, where the golden lightning had began to create root that linked all parts of his broken body together.
Coupled with the flas of the burning Primordial keepers and the Soul Flas above, his body began to heal, and for the soul ahead, it gained another mory, and this one was extrely vivid.
Despite all of this, the soul fla could only pick a minor fragnt of this mory, because it could not comprehend or contain the rest. It was simply too much.
The more the soul fla delved into this mory, the faster it burned, and it knew that entering this mory was hastening the process of its dissolution, it did not care, to learn the secrets of the past and the heavy weight its main body had to accept, it felt that only soone like it could truly understand, only soone like it could bear witness.
Even if it was for a short ti, it was willing to walk this road with Rowan, because no one else could.
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Ganem Pri - Decaying Dinsion Of A Spectral Titan.
Rowan winced as his ring finger was cut to the bone by the edge of the wire he was weaving into a structure with too many parts that extended past the visible dinsion.
His eyesight was not as it once was, and his crooked finger ached in the evening chill. In this place of endless twilight, it was always evening, and it was always cold.
Rowan's majestic body over the years he had spent here had been reduced to a shell of its forr self, and he was now an old man, who was at the end of his ti.
Yet even in this state, it was hard to hide the majesty in his bearing. His surroundings were a scene of endless ruins, the space above was filled with shattered suns and the wreckage of a trillion worlds, and under the light of a billion dying suns, Rowan weaved treasures.
His body was old, yet it was still a thousand miles tall, and he sat on an entire mountain range.
Weaving treasures was never easy, and the materials he was using to weave these treasures all ca from his body. This act weakened him a lot, and being in this forsaken dinsion was not helping matters.
It had not been easy for Rowan to find Ganem Pri, there were rumors of this realm of course, but after it was destroyed in the war during the Primordial Era, all traces of it had been lost, after several tens of millions of years of search through Ti, Rowan had found it.
This Dinsion ca from a World Bearer, a powerful Spectral Titan that was more dead than alive, immaterial than material, a living ghost, the Spectral Titan had once been regarded as impossible to kill, but nothing survives a dinsion that was blockaded on all sides and bombarded with reality shattering powers for an entire Minor Era.
However, all of this was just what was displayed on the surface, underneath this extravagant bombardnt was a diabolical poison that even the Spectral Titan could not anticipate.
The Primordials paid a hefty price, and the Spectral Titan was killed, this dinsion was its remnants, and Rowan was here to kill sothing else that most would regard as impossible to kill-The Primordial Keepers.
This would be his first great hunt.
To kill creatures like these, one needed more than swords or flas because Primordial Keepers were higher dinsional beings who walked outside of known reality, their presence warps everything around them and that was not touching on their most potent aspect, which was their control over souls, and the special authority that such a thing granted them.
Rowan had ambushed one of the Primordial keepers outside the Great Darkness at great risk, trapping it and slowly torturing the truth out of this creature.
By his side was a lamp, and the fla inside of this lamp was green, and from this fla were the faint sound of screams, these screams were coming from the Primordial Keeper he had kept by his side all this while.
All these while... How long has it been?
Even for Rowan itself, it was sotis confusing to know how long he had spent traversing through Ti.
After he discovered the most potent trait of being a living dinsion, Rowan knew that he had finally gained the ultimate weapon for survival, from that mont hence, Rowan had banished himself from Ti, and he began to travel through the mories that he had seen.
The weight of this endless journey was extrely difficult for the soul fla to comprehend and so it focused on what it was seeing here.
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Since the end of the Primordial Era, the Primordial Keepers had been placed in charge of monitoring the true flow of souls in the Great Darkness, so that this valuable resource was not misused or abused.
Their forces were not the most powerful, the greatest amongst them reaching the sixth- dinsional level due to the limitations of their bloodline, but because they controlled a resource that every dinsion needed, the authority they had over those resources ant they were heavily favored.
Although hated by most, no one wanted to cross the Primordial Keepers, because their domain over souls made them quite elusive, and even if they could not harm an individual directly, they had a thousand ways to frustrate the interest of this individual. A powerful monarch loading over an entire dinsion may find out that his entire realm can no longer produce offspring, even the animals. This realm would not last ten Minor Eras before it would fall.
The Primordial Keepers had forever claid to be the gatekeepers over corruption and the excesses of the strong.
They claid that without their presence, the strong would seize control over the souls of their lessers, and chaos would rule. They claid the strong would refuse to die when their ti ca for it, and they would endlessly plague reality, a blight that could never be
cleansed.
They claid that their function was important, and in a sense, all of this was the truth, but most of it had been wrapped in lies, as they had long been corrupted, and they served other masters and not the benefit of reality at large.
When an individual reaches a higher dinsional level, especially from the fifth-dinsional level upwards, killing them is no longer simple, because exhausting their essence and vitality, even crushing their existence out of reality is useless.
With their power over ti and space, they could pull energy from a part of themselves they had set aside in space, giving them a virtually endless source of vitality and essence, and from the sixth dinsion, this beca even worse, because every mory of them beco a source of strength, and this mory did not have to be of their own, but from others as well.
With great effort, one could kill a fourth-dinsional being, but in the fifth dinsion, it becos impossible, at least this should have been the case before the Primordials created several thods to kill higher-dinsional beings.
These thods were perfected during the war to end the Primordial Era, in the sense that the entire war was created to perfect the thod of killing higher dinsional beings.
It was as if the Primordials upon seeing the works of their hands, then sought to find a way to control the powers that they unleashed upon reality.
The grandest of these thods, and one could argue the most important of it was called the Great Desert and it was controlled by a being called Nesis.
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