The sound of the Singularity cries almost overshadowed the massive cracking roar that erged as Rowan tore it in two, and the massive shockwave that spiraled into reality carried those cries to the vast reaches of existence.
A small part of him that was mostly the fading echoes of the mind of Berrion gloried at the cries of pain from the Singularity that had caused him so much anguish for many minor eras, and Rowan allowed that part of him luxuriate in that feeling for a while before he shut it off.
Tearing the World Stele in two was a move that might appear brutish, but there were millions of incredibly complex techniques and utilization of power that Rowan used to achieve sothing like this, and it helped that the World Stele had been repeatedly damaged, especially by Primordial Ti and it had not tried to heal itself before pushing back into combat.
Ripping the World Stele in two was a massive accomplishnt but without imdiately following through with more powerful attacks, the Singularity would soon recover, and Rowan needed it to be out of the picture long enough for his dinsional soul to kill Thenos, and if possible he was going to destroy the World Stele, and the only question he needed to ask himself was what was the price that he was willing to pay?
The World Stele was like two massive serpents, struggling to escape the grip of Rowan, their trashing was so violent that the entire third disk exploded and they fell towards the fourth, and even that began to rapidly shatter, multiple landmasses the size of galaxies were flung into the air like little pebbles, and the heat from the slightest movents from the World Stele was vaporizing space and ti, sending shockwaves across trillions of miles and decimating everything in sight.
There were still living immortals on this level, powerful immortals that had run mad when the cries of the World Stele had rippled across reality, but their lives were soon snuffed out when the massive body of the Singularity, like two great mountains bigger than universes tore through space and ti, crushing their body, soul, mory and even fate into ash.
The explosions of power blasting out from the position of Rowan and the Singularity were so massive they voided all weaker existence around them into nothingness, and because of the speed they were operating, most of these immortals did not know what killed them.
From the mont that Rowan was blasted into reality, not even one second had gone by.
Getting a firm hold on the World Stele was becoming difficult, but Rowan had not simply been wasting his ti trying to hold the Singularity in place, and perhaps the World Stele had been sensing an increasing degree of incoming danger and that was what was making it struggles to beco more violent, but Rowan did not much care, part of his focus were inside his dinsional flesh, where massive changes were ongoing.
"Boom!"
Inside his body, there was a massive clap, like a heartbeat, but Rowan no longer had a heart, or any other normal mortal or immortal organs, what had replaced those features in his dinsional flesh were what he called Leylines, massive pathways of Essence and Aether that ran through the hidden folds in his dinsional flesh. His dinsional flesh had long transcended the need for bones, blood, or any of the common features of life, and if he was bleeding, either golden or red, it was simply a way that reality was interpreting his injuries, and it did not an he had blood.
Rowan was discovering new ways his dinsional flesh was utterly alien to reality, and even what he thought was real could be fake, because reality itself was confused at the capabilities of his body and it was simply making do to the best of its capability.
"Boom!"
In the monts before he was blasted out of the space created by the World Stele at the ti that he had received Bleeding Edge from Berrion, Rowan finally completed his analysis of the fragnts of Ti to the fourth-dinsional level, and with this dinsion opened before him, he copied it.
His three chambers of creation, freshly juiced up by copying the Supre Circles, charged into creating another magnificent project, the creation of a dinsion, and despite the fact that he was creating a lesser version of Ti that could fit to his dinsional level, it was still an expansive project.
With the experience gained from utilizing so much soul energy in creating the Supre Circles, he knew that he had all the soul crystals needed for this dinsional upgrade, and of his stores of Soul Crystals he used ninety-five percent of them in a single swoop, but he gained all of those back and more in the next few monts when he attacked and sliced Thenos in two.
A part of him knew that the World Stele had spoiled him with such abundant access to soul energy, and he did not know when he would be able to gather as much soul energy as the Singularity after this period, most likely he would have to patiently gather them over many minor eras.
Copying the fragnts of Ti, Rowan created his own unique dinsion of Ti, and it was not purple, instead, it was whitish gold, and this dinsion of Ti clicked inside his dinsional flesh and soul, fitting together and completing his fourth-dinsional upgrade, making his foundations to beco flawless, and with a flawless foundation, his fifth-dinsional state solidified and beca perfect, and that perfection allowed his Wills to grow, and their growth was fast.
"Boom!"
He had been able to effortlessly chase the World Stele through ti and space as it had sought to escape due to him becoming a completed fifth-dinsional entity, and yet although the growth of his Will was ridiculously fast, it was only until this mont that he had torn the World Stele in two that the first of them reached the fifth-dinsional level.
"Boom!"
The first Will to reach the fifth-dinsional state was Ti, and it fit perfectly with Rowan's dinsional flesh and his dinsional soul, and it further strengthened the techniques that he was about to unleash.
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Rowan's hands had nearly been jerked out of the World Stele, and only his palms still remained inside the thrashing Singularity, but it was enough, he had finished his preparations.
Using his title Destroyer as a focus and making their authority gather around his two palms, he sucked all the energy from his Cherubims, first passing their power through the Cherubim Extinction whose nature was closest to Destruction.
The Cherubim's Celestial hearts, which were massive black celestial suns died down into embers, and his massive tallic wings suddenly appeared rusted as he collected enough energy from them that could light up a thousand universes, all that energy entered into his title, and his palms turned red as if they were red-hot tal on the verge of lting.
Only a body like his could hold energy this potent in a relatively small area, and even this amount of energy in his palms alone was pushing it, but Rowan knew it was not enough… He had kept asking himself, how much was he willing to pay?
"Boom!"
All the powers of his Supre Cores, and there were now a lot of them were channeled into his palms, and the glow did not brighten only deepened, and now it was impossible to hide the aura of destruction that was erupting from his palm, and its presence was like a catalyst, and the fourth disk exploded, and they fell towards the fifth, and even before they touched the fifth disk, it had already begun to disintegrate from the aura blasting out from Rowan's palm.
A great cry erupted from the World Stele as if it had now comprehended what Rowan was about to do. The shriek from the World Stele was animalistic, because unknown to Rowan, only a Breaker like him or Thenos could closely interact with Singularities, any other immortals would consider them invincible, and for a Singularity a threat like death was sothing they did not consider, and now the World Stele, it could feel it… death.
All of these changes were not even registering with Rowan, as he weaved all the power of destruction using his Realm Weaver Aspect.
Realm Weaver: You have transcended the limit of Corporeal Crafting, your touch changes the immaterial, and concepts are yours to mold.
Destruction was a concept that was already difficult to control even via his title, it was an eighth-dinsional force that a fifth-dinsional being had no right to touch not to even imagine manipulating, and what Rowan could have access to with his title would not be enough to cause any damage to the World Stele and so he had to supercharge it.
Even with his massive intellect and his control over all forms of energy that had reached a ridiculous level, destruction was not an energy that was ant to be controlled. In fact, it was by wielding Bleeding Edge and analyzing its dormant runes that he understood that the power that separated this Primordial Weapon and any other weapons in existence was the fact that it could perfectly control and harness the power of destruction.
The thod he was using was harming oneself in order to damage your enemy. His Essence and Aether were consud in stupendous amounts, and this consumption was permanent!
What was he willing to sacrifice to ensure that one of his greatest threats was silenced for eternity?... Everything!
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