At this point in his life, Rowan had encountered extrely destructive events, entire universes crumbling to ash, hundreds of dinsions broken by the whims of the mighty, rely a while back, in the presence of death, this universe that he inhabited had ended in a blink of an eye, and yet with all the scenes of destruction that he had seen, there was sothing different about the fall of Sheol, because it was natural as if this was the end result of its path, Rowan had only accelerated that process.
There was great knowledge and power that he had yet to claim from Sheol, but he knew that this was a price of change. He could not get everything that he wanted, and in the end, it was not as if he was going to lose out by much, because whatever powers Sheol contained were not going to be lost, they would simply be transford.
The longer that he observed the fall of the city, the more he began to notice that Sheol was not being destroyed; it was more like it was collapsing, rather it could be said that it was shrinking. Massive buildings folded into themselves as the walls that surrounded them were reduced to thin paper sheets which lded into other parts of the city that were also becoming infinitely smaller.
The collapse of these two bloodlines was awe-inspiring to watch, and Rowan was able to use his power over ti to infer what would be coming next, and he was able to trace that all of these changes were being directed at a point that had first been invisible but soon beca apparent to Rowan as to be the source of all the transitions happening to his bloodlines. This unknown point was to be the core of his new bloodline Serathis.
The massive Tree of Desire began to collapse in earnest, its songs beginning to fade, its massive trunk bleeding brown dusty flakes that fell like snow, making the entire tree seem like it had transford into a collapsing sculpture made of sand. The endless sea of Primordial Oceans that almost seed to be infinite for a long ti, visibly shrank with every passing mont and all of these powers were being transferred to that invisible core of Serathis hovering in the center of his dinsion, just above his massive golden skull that was about to be completed as the bloodline of Origin Ouroboros had nearly completed its transformation.
More quickly than it should have ever been possible, the core of Serathis absorbed everything from his previous Primordial bloodlines, and they vanished from his sight, no longer to be seen in existence. The Core that was left shone brightly for a second before the light dimd and Serathis appeared before him.
It was an unassuming grey orb that was the size of an egg. Rowan did not look down on Serathis even though the wave of power he could sense from this orb was extrely minuscule, yet, it was unfathomable deep. It had to be to swallow two Primordial bloodlines and not just any Primordial bloodlines, but bloodlines that had been mutated by Rowan's dinsional flesh to beco sothing extrely powerful, nonetheless, Serathis had swallowed all of that power and it still felt hungry. Rowan observed this orb for a while, and he finally affird his connection with it, rging his Will and Intent into this bloodline, and it transford. First, there was a ripple along the surface of the orb, and then a dense lifeforce erupted from it, a lifeforce that was so powerful that it began to rebuild Rowan's flesh atop his golden skeleton. This would be his second district, the New Haven for his Angels, and any of his children who leaned towards this aspect of his powers.
However regrowing his dinsional flesh was just the result of unveiling Serathis, the true mystery of this bloodline was beginning to unveil itself before Rowan's consciousness, and he went deeper into it, his mind far more powerful than it was when he gained his Primordial Bloodline, making it possible for him to understand more at the beginning, giving him the chance to save millions of years of experintation and familiarization with his new bloodline.
The deeper he pushed his consciousness into Serathis, the more he began to learn that although this was his bloodline, he still had much to learn about it because it was different from any Primordial bloodlines that he had co across, there was almost no connection that he could see between one node and the other, as everything seed both haphazard yet harmonious at the sa ti, at a glance, it was almost impossible to imagine how this bloodline could even function, but if there was anyone that could achieve such a thing, it would be him, he only needed ti.
In the sa way that he was pushing his consciousness into Serathis, he was doing the sa to his Origin Ouroboros which had also gained a similar sort of transformation, and since his consciousness was powerful enough to achieve more tasks, he lded it with his dinsional soul who had been unraveling the mystery of his last bloodline, Chronomancer Pri.
Unlike Serathis or Ouroboros, Chronomancer Pri existed in his dinsional soul, and if this bloodline was originally ant to be an epheral concept suitable for his soul alone, the characteristic of his dinsional soul had transford it so it could take on corporeal traits like his two other bloodlines. In essence, in Rowan's hands was the power to make Ti itself into a physical substance.
As far as he could tell, such a power was only available to Primordials, a case in point was the Eye of Ti which was a physical representation of ti. Its purplish crystal body was Ti made flesh.
Rowan pulled upon this bloodline, and transforming it into the realm of the physical, he began to create the web that would bound his flesh to the skeleton and also used it to create his skin. This would be his final district.
It was a delicate process that he used in reforging his body while using the powers of his Class, he was like a child learning to walk, but with every mont that passed he was getting better at understanding the subtle intricacies that dwelled within his Class, and his insight over his Origin bloodline was deepening.
Rowan was also reminded that throughout this process of rebuilding his body, he had not been using any sort of energy, it was as if his Origin bloodline did not need any energy to operate, which was a ridiculous concept if that was to be the case.
As the rebuilding of his body beca more advanced, Rowan simultaneously reached a deeper understanding of his Serathis and Chronomancer Pri bloodline and he paused, his consciousness going through the result one more ti so that he could confirm what he had just detected.
"Hmm, how strange. It would seem that my life going forward would have so rather interesting changes."
Deep inside his new bloodlines were similar traits to those of his Ouroboros, and these traits were rapidly maturing, if his inference was correct, what it ant was that his two new bloodlines were about to co to life!
His serpents were the Avatar of his Origin Ouroboros Bloodline, and it would seem that these traits had been transferred to his two new bloodlines, and their Avatar was being ford as he was watching.
This process was happening deep inside the core of these two bloodlines, and only Rowan's enhanced understanding of the dynamics of power and the influence of his Class had allowed him to glimpse this process during its formation.
As he watched this procedure closely, a revelation about his Class and his path forward swept through his consciousness and his understanding of what it ant to be an Eclipsed Creator deepened.
His Origin Ouroboros bloodline was Destruction, it covered the cold and dark places that all would encounter at the end of their life, it was the flas that wiped the world clean, and Serathis was Creation, it would be the force that regrew the bud of life from the ashes left behind by destruction, and Chronomancer Pri was the bridge of Fate that balanced these two powers, all three were necessary for him to beco the beginning and the end.
In acknowledgnt of his new role, his mind seed to freeze and Rowan fell into a daze, for a while, he knew no more as his consciousness fell into a slumber, but the recreation of his body did not stop, instead, it accelerated.
The mighty mound of ash that was once his body had entirely vanished, Rowan had been reborn anew, and this ti he was in the form of a seven-year-old boy, but his palms alone could hold a hundred galaxies. His legs were folded to his chest and his hands of destruction had been rged into his flesh, and he no longer looked incomplete, he seed to be sleeping, his chest slowly rising and falling, and under his head were the flas of death, and Rowan had used it as his pillow.
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