Rowan had sealed that Principality away and several other Angels of Char who were also extrely powerful but did not seem to have as much freedom of thought as this Principality. He refused to know their na or give them any because that would only strengthen their mory, but things were changing, and soon, they would need new nas. Unlike his normal Angels of Char that he could easily bring under his banner, claiming the mories of these Ancient Celestials were different.
Over the years, Rowan had been gathering special Angels like these, as an average of one or two special Angels would be spawned every fifty to a hundred million years, and as of this mont, he had twelve of them.
None were as powerful as the Principality, because he had been extrely lucky to have gained the mory of an Angel of such high ranking, so high that if Rowan could completely awaken his soul and Celestial Heart, then he would be able to fight against beings like Caine and Shamaran.
From Angel to Archangel, Sovereign, Power, Cherubim, and then Seraphim, what ca next would be a Principality, after which would be a Dominion and finally a Throne, a ranking that Rowan did not know if it would ever be possible for him to reach because of its strange requirents, but he guessed that creating a Throne would be sothing that he would be more knowledgeable about in the future as he grew stronger.
Despite the fact that a Principality was one rank higher than a Seraphim, using his current resources, it would take him trillions of years or more if he wanted to create one using Fusion and Resonance, and even after he gained all the resources of the lower realms, decreasing the ti spent, it would still take him at least a few million years, and so the importance of having a Principality, even just a mory was one that could not be easily overlooked.
Of the twelve of these special Angels of Char, eleven were Seraphims, and one was a Principality! However, what was surprising to him was that over the long years, he had not been able to summon a single Cherubim, instead he had gotten eleven Seraphims, and he wondered if it was because of the unique traits that they had, making it impossible for them to be corrupted by Abyssal energies or Destruction.
Every Angel in their various rankings had unique features that even those higher up in strengths could never have. From the inestimable strengths of Powers to the Spell Weaving abilities of Sovereigns to the black suns of Cherubims, none could be judged by their ranking alone.
Rowan did not know how many Celestial Creators could boast of such impressive diversity among their Host, but it should be extrely limited, and most importantly, no one else knew that he had such forces in the background; perhaps Eva might be suspicious, but she was smart enough not to dig into it too deeply. Part of the reason he revealed the presence of individuals like Breakers and the Singularity to his children was also to appease Eva, she was once his left hand, and she still was, but Rowan had grown to the extent that he needed multiple arms to function, and two would no longer cut it.
If Eva could not comprehend his present powers, it ant he had outgrown her, and if she insisted on knowing more than her ranking could comprehend, then the only path waiting for her would be destruction, Rowan was wise enough to steer her away from this path, but ultimately he could not control the minds of his children, no, he could, but he would not. The freedom to make choices of their own was essential, else he would have no one but slaves around him.
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Rowan's consciousness fell on the space in which he had kept these special mories, and his Will descended like light from an unknown heaven and slamd into the land of their slumber like a falling teor.
With his Origin Land being infinite in size, he could hide an infinite amount of secrets within, and no one else but him would know of all of it. This place where he kept these special mories of fallen Celestials was one of those secrets.
His Will slamd into the earth, erupting with great light and it filled the bodies of the gigantic Angels of Char, each of them as large as a universe, except the Principality that resembled a ball of fog that could encompass multiple universes, multiple pale strands of lightning flashed inside the fog as if a massive sleeping mind was dreaming.
Anyone who saw these twelve Angels would think of them as demons. So had vast leathery wings with cloven hooves and gigantic horns and claws, others were a weird mishmash of insects and weapons jamd together in a chaotic package that exuded nothing but death and pain. Yet these were all Seraphim, but due to the corruption of Destruction over their mories and the influence of the Abyssal powers that killed them, they had beco Fallen.
Their nature has warped, but it did in no way impact their strength. Instead, it had given them new tools that no Celestial power could possess, and with the influence of Rowan's powers, their advantages would only be heightened.
As his knowledge of the dinsion of mory deepened, he knew that in order to fully resurrect these Angels to their fullest potential, he did not have to find their Resonance companion, he just needed to strengthen their mories, and the only way to do that would be to allow them to gain influence over reality. It was to allow their nas to be whispered in several hallowed halls of power and for his many children, both mortal and immortal, to acknowledge their presence.
However, the corruption that plagued their mories, stopping their advancent and completion was Destruction, and before he beca an Eclipsed Creator, Rowan had intended to find a way of purging this corruption from their bodies, but with his present powers, purging them of Destruction would be taking away a useful tool, when Destruction was his to control and shape.
His light seeped into the mories of these Angels and they began to stir. Lying on a seemingly endless field of ash that fell from their gigantic bodies like a storm.
This ash that fell from the bodies of every Angel of Char was a result of Destruction eating at them for all eternity. What might be on their bodies may just be a sliver of destruction, but it was more than enough to torture these Angels for all eternity, and for the first ti since their death and corruption, the rain of ash from their bodies ceased, and the darkness that perated their skin began to slowly sink into their bones, and new flesh was being made to replace those that had fallen.
Rowan observed that the process of controlling these strands of destruction on their bodies was working and began to prepare a series of Will-infused strikes that would be unleashed over decades to shape the power of Destruction in the bodies of these powerful Angels in the way he wanted it, and when he was done, they would beco another one of his arms, strong and dependable, able to be wielded to the far reaches of creation to carry out his Will.
Deep in the eyes of these sleeping Angels, a red light like the embers of a volcano began to light up as Rowan Will began to show them the current state of reality and their tasks in the future, he taught them new strategies and thods to deal with the problems he had, and as they learned from him, he also learned from them. The awakening of their mories was integral to his understanding of the Primordial War and his knowledge of the higher dinsions that would have been hidden from him so that he could finally understand what it ant to stand in the levels of a Primordial.
The heavens above their heads broke open once more and a green pillar of light slamd into their midst, shaking the earth for a while before it settled, and a massive spear was revealed. It was Bleeding Edge, the Primordial Weapon ant for the Demon Lord Tenebris, used in the cleansing of an Eternal Realm, and wielded by Primordial Demon himself, claid by the Undying and now taken by Rowan, this weapon was to be one of the great test for the Angels to overco before they left this land, after all, there was still one more trial left to unlock before this Primordial Weapon could be fully claid, and the candidates to break open this weapon were to be these Angels, for it was to be their banner.
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Rowan's body pierced through space and ti, reality around him blurry as if he was traveling through a tunnel of distorted light, and he suddenly halted in his tracks, reality reasserted itself and he found himself above a star, his eyes pierced through the star to find an old man with white hair and long white beards, whose eyes were entirely white making him seem like he was blind.
He looked up and waved at Rowan, "My lovely grandson." He said.
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