To complete any great treasure, it must draw Tribulation, because the act of creating a treasure was seizing a portion of the authority to power in reality and binding it into a corporeal entity.
In the case of the treasure Rowan had just created, that ant that he was essentially taking the dinsion of this Spectral Titan and everything it contained and molding it into a shape that he desired.
This was a dead realm of a seventh-dinsional creature, its powers and vitality still lingered in every single part of this realm, and Rowan would have to prove that he was worthy if he wanted to change the state of this place into the form he desired.
The Tribulation for the Tower of Greed had been a strange one, it had drawn Rowan into an Abyssal Space, since the root of the tower ca from the Great Abyss, as the first building block was created from the skull of a Great Demon King.
In this space, he had seen the creation of the Tower of Greed, a process that took countless trillions of years, and for any immortal that would have been quite easy to go through, but the tribulation was much more sinister. Rowan had to experience the life of the Tower of Greed, every single brick that was laid in it had an enormous history behind it, and he had to experience all of them.
Rowan had no problem with this, even if he had to experience the life of countless trillions of parts that made up the Tower of Greed, he was already a Creator and his children grew in number every day, as a living dinsion he could experience every single aspect of this process that would drive an average immortal insane in a matter of monts.
This Tribulation did not strain Rowan at all, and with ease, he experienced everything associated with the Tower of Greed, further deepening his understanding of this treasure, for a Tribulation did not only bring danger but benefits as well.
In Rowan's hand was his finished creation, or shape had not taken a single aspect and it resembled a crustal whose form was always shifting, and it almost hurt the mind to observe it closely.
Rowan closed his eyes and waited for the Tribulation to co, and for a mont he thought that perhaps there was sothing wrong with his creation and the tribulation would not co, leading this to beco another failure, but then he realized... it was already here with him, the tribulation.
There was a reason why he did not quickly realize that the tribulation for this weapon had begun, it was because it was... small.
A man stood by Rowan's foot looking up to him with awe in his eyes. At this ti, Rowan's body had shrunk, he resembled an old titan, with sparse white hair and wrinkles on his face, but even as he was, the clouds above barely passed his waist and his height was asured in miles.
His eyesight was failing but he could still pick up the traces of the man who by his own height standard was smaller than an ant.
With curiosity in his eyes, Rowan waved his hand, bringing the tribulation to him with a gentle burst of telekinesis, because he had detected that this man was mortal and anything more would have crushed him to pieces.
Rowan observed this mortal closely, his gaze stripping through every facet of his being, and he knew that this man was in his early thirties, precisely thirty-two years, months, three days, six seconds old.
He was of perfect health, and except for the strain building up in his neck from crooking his her upwards to stare at Rowan, he was a perfect specin for a mortal. A man at the peak of his physical capabilities. Rowan had already read through his DNA and knew of every cell in his body, and he could take the man apart down to the cellular level a billion tis and put him back together with nothing out of place.
Understanding the material, he went deeper into the immaterial, and he imdiately understood the problem, this man had a soul but it was an extrely strange one, it was as if it was real, and not real at the sa ti, and as far as Rowan could tell, his soul was as old as his body yet it was born a minute ago.
The man looked around him animatedly, and he laughed aloud,
"I can tell you this for free, this is the weirdest dream I have ever had."
Rowan cocked his head to the side, the gesture making the clouds rumble as they were dispersed,
"You think you are dreaming?"
There was sothing in Rowan's tone, and the inherent majesty in his voice that made the mortal gasp and stamr in a bit of confusion,
"Yes, I have to be dreaming, how else can all of this be possible? How can I be standing under a sky like this and talking to an old man who is bigger than a mountain? Or else I must be hallucinating, but I don't rember taking any hard substance before I..."
"What is your na?" Rowan interrupted the mindless mumblings of the mortal,
"Wha.. What, I don't.."
"Your na mortal, what is it?"
About to say sothing the man paused in confusion before he smiled almost pleadingly,
"I don't know, for the life of I can not rember, but I think that is also a feature of dreams, or I could be wrong."
Rowan looked at the mortal for a mont before he asked,
"If you have no na, can I give you one?"
The question seed to surprise the man, as he scratched his head in thought before he
slowly replied,
"I an, I don't know if I would want that, just because this is a dream and I can't rember my na, does not an that I don't have one."
"Yet if this is a dream," Rowan pointed out, "Then giving you a na should not matter, because when you wake up you would have forgotten it. Would it not be a sha, that in this wondrous dream where you are with a talking giant under a sky filled with a trillion broken worlds and countless bleeding stars, you have no na that could be added to the grand tapestry that has unveiled itself before you."
The man seemingly engrossed by the words slowly nodded as he smiled, "When you put it that way, then I think I shall have a na, even if I don't rember it when I was up."
Rowan smiled, "A thing is not beautiful because it lasts. There is beauty in the fleeting and if this is a dream, then your na should add color to it."
"Yes," the man nodded enthusiastically, "I want a na."
"Good," Rowan grinned, "I shall call you Wormtongue. It symbolizes deceit and betrayal, and
the loss of everything that one can hold dear to their heart."
The enthusiastic smile on the face of the man vanished and a look of caution replaced it,
"I don't think that is a... um, a good..."
Rowan's smile also froze, "You don't like it?"
Looking at the face that was larger than a mountain the man stamred, "No, no, I like it, but
it is just a bit... confusing," checking weakly he whispered, "almost nightmarish."
"Ah Wormtongue but you forget," Rowan said, "The only difference between dreams and nightmares is how we perceive it. Now say it."
"Say what?"
"Your na."
"Um, okay, Wormtongue?"
The mont the man said the na given by Rowan, his skin began to blister, and he looked down in shock as massive blisters and smoke began to fruit from all over his body, before he had ti to scream, he spontaneously combusted, burning so hot that in a few mont he was ashes, and in his place was... the Spectral Titan.
Its form was clearly female, although its skin seed to be made from pale blue crustal and she had three pairs of massive horns that curled around to create a natural crown on her head. Her eyes were bleeding pale green flas, and they were filled with wrath as she peered at
Rowan.
"Hello Wormtongue." Rowan said as his massive hand ca down over the Spectral Titan, "I like collecting Tribulations, and you have piqued my interest."
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