There may be great turmoil afflicting all of existence, but for now, it was of no concern to Rowan, as he slept a great sleep of restoration. In the past, Rowan had thought that he had reached a point where he no longer needed sleep or would even be capable of sleep even if he wanted, but at that ti he had not anticipated the types of battles that he would be fighting or the toll that they would be taking on his body and soul.
In his sleep, it beca a frequent thing for patches of his skin to burn off revealing burning bones and bubbling muscles underneath before it was covered by the regenerating flesh once more, but even that change did not last for long as slowly the flas underneath his skin began to die down, as they were suppressed within his bones. Even in his sleep, Rowan's flesh wrestled for control of the flas of destruction ravaging it.
At least on the surface, this was what reality interpreted was happening to him, yet the truth was far stranger.
Even if he could endure these flas, his children inside of him could not, and he had suppressed the flas within the Leylines of his body where they began to intermingle with his Essence. This process was of course destructive, but for now, he had placed the flas of pure destruction under control.
It was unknown how much ti had passed but the flas erupting from his skeleton had completely been suppressed and there were no more flare-ups. Rowan's eyes opened.
He could feel six cold breathe from the crown on his head, and he smiled, his Primordial Ouroboros Serpents were tired, they might not appear to be doing much, but a majority of what Rowan could accomplish was because of their silent presence empowering him beyond what he should be capable of at this stage.
Rowan could tell that he had been asleep for eight months, a blink of an eye, and in that period, the intense ache and tiredness that had plagued his spirit were gone, and the debilitating effects from the battle had faded to the point where it would no longer be hampering his performances and thought process, which was a good thing, because ti was precious, especially with the present state of reality.
The ti that may have passed may be incredibly short, but in such a volatile period, many great events that would change the course of history would occur more rapidly than could be considered normal, and he would not be surprised that the reality that he knew when he was asleep, was now sothing that was drastically different.
Already he could feel countless notifications from the arrangents he had made pressing into his consciousness, but he shifted them to the side for the mont. He already had capable individuals who could hold the fort for him long enough so that he could deal with his ascension. Rowan was now at a point where his presence was no longer needed to deal with the small matters, his armies had grown and his Will could be spread across reality, he would only be summoned in tis of great need, and from the plentiful notifications, he was needed in lots of places.
His body rippled on the throne as if he were a reflection on a clear lake that had just been disturbed by a passing wave. What just happened was that Rowan had drawn his dinsional soul back into his dinsional flesh, the way it was always supposed to be. With the powers of his dinsional soul, he could easily swap between the two of these states without suffering from any adverse effects, and at this point, his dinsional soul was stronger than his flesh, but there was a certain balance that he needed to maintain for his evolution to follow the proper pattern.
His dinsional flesh needed to be properly healed so that it could be returned to its peak, and if the opportunity presented itself to him after he had finished sorting out his powers, Rowan would imdiately ascend to higher dinsional levels.
With this shift of the states of his body, there was not much difference in his outward appearance. His body was no longer a flaming wreck, except for his two hands, they did not return, in their place were two flaming orbs with colors that were almost impossible to define because they seed to swallow everything that neared it, even his supernatural perception was drained into those orbs.
Rowan focused on the twin orbs now attached to the stump of his hands, and he sat there for hours before the orbs began to slowly rotate, and as they did, they elongated and broadened and before long, he had created two flaming hands connected to this wrist.
It took a while but he slowly made a fist, the difficulty of controlling pure destruction even while linked to his dinsional flesh was difficult, but if he was right, what ca next could help him alleviate this situation to a greater extent because Rowan was finally going to accept his Class.
This had been a long ti coming, but Rowan knew that as the foundation for his rise, he needed it to exceed his greatest imagination, if that was possible.
A Class was supposed to streamline his abilities, rging all the disparate portions of his powers that seed to be spread out in an unruly form and solidifying them into a single whole. It was the difference between the power of a single finger and a closed fist.
At first, a Class might seem to limit his battle style, but Rowan knew that at his present level, this might just be what he needed because, in certain situations, a Class might give him the perfect combination of versatility and power.
In addition to the fact that a Class was a unique ability from his Singularity, it was sothing that would also differentiate him from other immortals, giving him one more tool that no one else, in reality, would share. Much of his success was linked to his dinsional flesh and soul that could not be replicated by any of his enemies, a Class would beco another new addition to this glorious list.
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From the multitudes of notifications like millions of fireflies darting around in his consciousness, there were a series of unique notifications that stood out from all the rest, burning with a bright reddish-black color, and they pulled his attention like moths to a fla, the call of the Primordial Record was distinct.
Rowan would have summoned the Singularity to his palm and slowly thumbed through its pages like he was used to, but for now, he would have to settle for using his consciousness alone. After learning that the power of destruction was one of the few things that could destroy a Singularity, he was being careful of his touch.
Connecting with the first blinking notification from the Primordial Record, his senses were flooded by a rush of images and sounds that weaved together in the unique language of a Singularity, and the understanding of its ssage ca to him in stark detail.
Requirents have been t for acquiring a Class…
Classes would be selected based on the actions of the host. Titles, bloodlines, Feats, and Wills would be used as a baseline for the unique Class that would be generated for the hosts from a list of all the available Classes held inside the Primordial Record.
Please select your Class:
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#Error# Classes available inside the Primordial Record do not match the power of the host. #Error#
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Rowan watched with a bit of exasperation in his heart as the Primordial Record seed to have stumbled on roadblocks in order to acquire a Class for Rowan, and he could not bla the Singularity for the difficulty of such a process.
Rowan had long co to realize that his actions even among Breakers who owned a Singularity were not normal. His titles, his Wills, and his achievents, for example, he had not just mastered the Supre Circles but created multiple versions of it, and many others like this were sothing that had long exceeded his level, touching on the core of existence, and with the addition of his dinsional flesh and soul, plus his rger with the force of pure destruction, he was wondering how there could be any class in existence that could define his powers.
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