It did not take long for Rowan to finish consuming every bit of Divus left on the throne, but that was just an appetizer, the real treasure was this mory Dinsion.
He did not mind the horrifying cold yellow eyes looking at him, with the perception of the Ouroboros Serpents they were just colored eyes, and all the threat they carried, all the potential of madness or death that should have occurred by just looking at those eyes were nothing before the serpent's gaze.
Rowan understood that perhaps even if it was the Eye of Ti that was here, it would not be able to easily dismiss the influence of these yellow eyes.
Power was important, but sotis having the right tools in the right places could bring about changes that no level of power could easily bridge.
Perhaps the Primordial Beast was correct in her assumption that Rowan was an abomination, but he had been unwillingly thrust into this reality kicking and screaming, and he would not be here if he had not fought for every single opportunity to get ahead, he had killed his conscience, he had killed his soul, he had sacrificed every chance for redemption along the way, for one simple reason, he wanted to be the one to decide his fate.
Escaping the Nexus on Trion, battling against the Third Prince, even going against the plans that the Primordial Record had for him and transforming himself into a living dinsion was the result of him always battling against fate, and not even Primordials would be able to stop him, he would be the one to decide his fate.
To achieve such a lofty goal in a reality where Primordials and all sorts of great powers exist, Rowan would always have to take the first steps, he could not afford to hide or react to situations that might co up in the future, instead, he needed to be pushing ahead, excavating the limits of his potential and breaking those limits.
Rowan no longer trusted existence or those that ruled it, if the power of Luck could be by his side, others could equally have stranger abilities, and the only way he would co out on top of this rat race was to be the one who set up the stage. He had experienced what it felt like to be under the palms of the mighty, where all your moves were simply a ga to them, and he did not want that to be his destiny for all eternity.
A sort of ghostly image of Rowan appeared in the midst of the six Primordial Ouroboros Serpents and he looked at the throne of sand and blood that Divus had once occupied, and he sighed, his eyes flashed with a bit of lancholy before it fird as a burning resolve erupted in his heart.
The next steps he would be taking were so monuntal that he had to brace himself for it, all of his preparation spanning nearly a billion years had brought him to this mont and he whispered, "I am ready."
The body of the six Primordial Ouroboros exploded in size, and harsh winds blew out from their mouths, within those winds you could hear faint sounds of screaming. The serpents seed to be making an extrely long exhale, and when their size had reached titanic proportions, they inhaled.
The sky above which seed to be made out of bleeding flesh was drawn into the maws of the serpents, even the earth that was bare of anything but winds that tasted like tears entered into their endless stomach, drawn in by a force that could extinguish every light inside a universe.
This mory dinsion was torn into pieces and they were all being rapidly devoured. Every single bit of mory here was a fragnt of Divus, and not a single bit could be lost.
Rowan could feel his six stomachs beginning to hurt, which was the first ti he to ever sensed this as a Primordial Ouroboros Serpent, and it took his knowledge as a mortal man and the obvious bulge in his six stomachs to understand what was happening because as an Ouroboros Serpent, this pain was alien.
Rowan was full. Yet he had only consud half of the mory Dinsion here.
The Primordial Ouroboros Serpents might share the sa primordial roots as Divus, allowing them to consu this mory dinsion, but that did not an they could rapidly assimilate them given that they were still third-dinsional primordial serpents.
However this did not an that he was going to stop, even if his stomach was full, Rowan could continue swallowing until there was nothing left, as a serpent, his body could accommodate far more than his size could indicate, and he would simply have to store them until he could digest it all, no matter how uncomfortable the process would be for him.
What the serpents had eaten was a massive al that would take a long ti for them to fully digest, and the swollen bodies of all the six Primordial Ouroboros Serpents were proof of this, and as amusing as it was to observe the six serpents twist around in slight confusion and irritation, Rowan focused on the final portion of what he needed to beco, which was a fourth-dinsional entity.
As a living dinsion, he would beco the first of his kind.
The stomach of the six Primordial Ouroboros Serpents was like a furnace, and the consud mory dinsion of Divus was being broken down inside of it, and the smoke that was erging from that furnace was escaping from this place and filling up Rowan's dinsion where it began to rge with his flesh.
Inside his consciousness and dinsion, there was a loud crack, and everything changed as if the final piece of the puzzle had been revealed and that loud sound signified its completion.
A feeling of wholeness swept through his body, soul, and spirit, and he knew that his foundations were complete, it was now ti to push for the heavens and beyond.
Rowan's perception was usually split into many portions as his mind pursued billions of varied objectives at the sa ti. From observing the trillions of lives inside his dinsion to following every single event of this battle and the hundred other silent battles he had orchestrated for his overall plan that stretched across space and ti, his mind was a base of frenetic activity that would drive an immortal insane, but at this mont, everything else was shut down and his entire perception was focused at this mont.
Even in the realm of the higher dinsion where ti was extrely fluid to their senses, the world around Rowan still seed to be moving in slow motion.
He could barely perceive that his perception was now fully rooted in his body, and at this ti he was on Doom Star because this was where his main body was, above him was Nesis who was extrely close to devouring his flesh, but sothing had triggered panic and great anger inside the mind of this entity for it was no longer focused on Rowan, instead it seed to be creating a portal that would be carrying it back to the Great Desert.
Most likely the creature was detecting the destruction of a third of the Great Desert, after falling into Rowan's trap, Nesis could only react to his moves after he had made them.
This was all he could gather before his body froze up and his four Wills erupted across his dinsion.
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