Rowan could accomplish many things at that stretch of ti, much less the Primordial of Ti himself, and among the many things this Primordial might have done in the brief mont of his appearance, Rowan had just discovered one of them; he was trying to revitalize his Bloodline Source. The purpose of this was unknown, but if Primordial Ti was allowed to succeed in his return, Reality as it was known would be over.
'Is this what it ans? To be an Eclipsed Creator. There must be a reason why I am always in the right places to stop events that could unravel reality. Ah, Destiny, perhaps I am seeing what this dinsion is all about.'
Although all of his actions were altruistic, Rowan could not deny that he had been able to put down so dangerous monsters in his lifeti. From the Reflections of the Eye of Ti to preventing the birth of Thenos. Everything he had done was for his personal gain, but in doing so, he had taken down a great number of dangers, and the implications of his actions would ripple across existence and eternity. He had just never acknowledged it.
Without his presence in the universe, the Reflections of the Eye of Ti, who had gained souls, would be able to decipher the secrets of the Primordial Record, and the machinations of the Third Prince and perhaps Caine would be allowed to sweep through reality. Thenos and the World Stele would have been an existence ending threat in a short ti, and Rowan believed that given a little more ti and space to grow, only the Primordials would have been able to stop Thenos.
Now it would seem that his Fate or Destiny was pulling him towards the orbit of the Primordials, as he believed that he was one of the few that had peered more deeply behind the curtains of reality.
With his discovery of the Bloodline Source of Ti, Rowan had been determined to gain access to it and exploit it for all the benefits that it contained, and he had not yet made the conclusion that its revitalization might turn out to either be a great blessing or a curse. However, it could not be denied how important this Bloodline Source of Ti would be to him.
Among his multitude of hidden powers, what might not be very apparent was the effect of the various Bloodline Sources that he had acquired after consuming the universe when he beca a third-dinsional entity.
A Bloodline Source was pure knowledge, it could be seen as an important tool for any universe to be able to develop the living beings that it contained, and without it, no universe would be able to create supernatural entities.
From understanding the right DNA needed to make the hair on the head of a human to the organs that could produce flas inside a dragon to the bloodline talent that each species was born with, every Universe contained a multitude of Bloodline Sources, and Rowan had inherited all of them when he assimilated his universe. If he continued to assimilate all the universes he had just acquired then he would be able to gain more Bloodline Sources.
All the knowledge he had gained from assimilating a Bloodline Source was extrely important. When Rowan conquered the Supre Circle, one of the foundations that he needed to achieve this feat was the knowledge he had gained from all the Bloodline Sources under his control. If he could gain such a massive benefit from the Bloodline Sources of a universe, how much more could he gain from those of Primordial Ti?
The previous Eye of Ti had been led by the nose because of its desire to claim the Bloodline Source of Ti, which made it susceptible to Rowan's manipulation. Rowan was also greatly interested in this power, but the only problem he had was that after gaining the bloodline of Ti, he had been unable to reach the Bloodline Source again, although he believed that in ti he might figure out how to do it, he was not very enthusiastic about the prospect.
With the aid of the Eye of Ti, he might have been able to find a way towards this unknown dinsion, but Rowan would be foolish to even contemplate working with the crazed Eye of Ti, and even the new variant was no better.
Nonetheless, he had seen a doorway open for him, and Vyraak would be his ticket to this place. Primordial Ti was playing the long ga, but Rowan had just hitched a ride under his banner.
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The Dragon God Vyraak rested on his knees, left alone in the void, his eyes closed and his head bowed. His vengeance was complete, and he waited for death to claim him.
His four hands wrapped around the Red Moonlight Blade and the head of the Celestial hanging on his belt whose face was contorted with fury. Vyraak appeared calm, but he occasionally grimaced as the feeling of violation in his soul continued to grow.
Just as Rowan inferred, Vyraak had not reached the point where he should be able to touch the eighth-dinsional level, and now that his mind was clear, he acknowledged this strange occurrence.
Sothing else had been responsible for making him reach this point, and the Dragon God understood the aning of equivalent exchange; in the final monts of his life, he had drawn the attention of powerful entities, and even with his power, he was simply just a pawn.
He did not look down on this gift that was given to him, even though it had thorns. Without this power, everyone who destroyed his universe would have walked away scott-free, and his dead body would most likely be one of their prizes, instead, he was the victor. A single immortal had pushed back the incursion of two Primordial forces, a tale like this would shake reality.
He did not just kill them all; he also gained the most powerful weapon he had ever co across, a weapon that was binding to his soul with every passing mont, but this was a new addition to his soul; sothing else was there before it.
There was another uncanny growth inside his soul, like a cancerous tumor, and it was getting stronger. Although this growth appeared to be small, it also seed impossibly deep, and from the depths of that tumor ca whispers of madness and knowledge into an unknown reality that was slowly breaking the mind of Vyraak.
What was inside of him was too powerful and too alien, and there was no way he would be able to last under its influence. Vyraak knew this, and so he calmly waited. If this was the cost that he needed to pay, then his soul could be damned.
This presence detecting no resistance in the soul of Vyraak began to grow with blistering speed and as its influence reached a blinding level, when Vyraak felt that his Will was about to to consud in its entirety, a feeling of warmth radiated from his blade and swept through his soul and Vyraak almost groaned aloud in pleasure as the weight of this presence seed to be alleviated.
There were faint sounds of screaming, shrill beyond belief and filled with such rage it was almost impossible to fathom, but these sounds slowly muted over ti.
Vyraak could feel the presence of that unknown tumor had not disappeared, only suppressed, but it would not be for long, it was slowly clawing its way back.
Opening his eyes he looked at his weapon with surprise and amazent. The weapon appeared as if part of its luster had dimd, and Vyraak gave a wry chuckle,
"So the cost of your help is not cheap. You did not have to do that, you could have allowed to fall. For that, you have my undying thanks."
Slowly coming to his feet, he rested his blade on his shoulder and looked towards the higher realms, "I will feed you with the Blood of Chaos and Angels, and in return, you shall protect my soul. Do we have a deal, Red Moonlight Blade?"
The weapon humd and this ti Vyraak laughed aloud,
"Good. I do not know your creator or what he intends for , but you are now mine, Red Moonlight Blade, and together, we shall crush everything, including your Creator, if he chooses to stand against us. You are nothing but a failure in his eyes, but to , you are kin."
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