The Dinsional Soul of Rowan was slowly awakening under the enormous burden of information that he had glimpsed at the instant that he saw Limbo. Everything was blurry, and thinking was difficult, almost as if he was clawing through tal with hands made from clay, but his awakening could not be denied, and his hands of clay molded the tal to his will, and his consciousness snapped into place.
Rowan was aware of a pulse bursting out of his soul at his awakening traveling before him as if it was a herald of his return.
He felt a unique sensation, a sort of soreness perating every strand of his soul as if he had been stretched far past his limits and he was slowly healing. It was a good feeling, a liberating one because Rowan knew that he was no longer going to be hiding who he was when he returned, he had been a giant, forced to squeeze himself into the form of a man, even if it ant he would be going against all the powers of reality and even those beyond it.
This feeling was nothing to him, not against the truths that he had just learned. A small part of his consciousness idly recognized the fact that he was speeding towards reality with what he considered to be quite a ridiculous amount of power, and the flas erging from his body were so bright that those with powerful sensitivity to Aether should be able to see a glimpse of him.
This could be a problem.
A small part of his consciousness began working on this situation, and his Will began twisting reality around him, this act was much harder for him when he accounted for the ridiculous speeds he was traveling with, but his efforts were not wasted as slowly he began to pull the fabrics of reality closer to him, altering the wavelength of light being emitted by his body and slowly but surely the glow around him began to diminish.
However, Rowan considered his action and he grinned as he scattered the arrangent he was making that would hide his light. It had almost beca an automatic response to always hide who he was from the gaze of others, but tis were changing, and he could not keep making the sa play from the past.
As this was happening, he already calculated the distance left between him and reality, factoring for his speed, he would be reaching reality a year for now, and this should perfectly coincide with the mont he was thrown into the mory of Primordial Life.
Everything was coming full circle, and with the knowledge in his mind, Rowan knew the first steps he needed to take the mont he entered reality, as he reviewed what he had gained from his short trip.
Limbo had not been what he expected, granted he had seen barely a fraction of what it contained and yet it was more than enough because a fraction of true infinity was still... infinite.
What Rowan had seen was a wall, a gigantic wall that stretched across infinity, and the mont he had seen this wall, the knowledge of what it was ca to him- AEGIS
Rowan did not know who built this wall, it was not a natural creation, that much he knew, because stenciled throughout the entire expanse of this wall was a na, however, Rowan's consciousness was too small to encompass the entirety of this wall and so the na on it was unknown, however, what he was able to decipher from the text was interesting, the words were Enochian.
He had always had an innate dislike for this language, and Rowan could not understand where this originated from, he had looked through his mories of the past multiple tis for him to understand where this emotion stemd from, but he could not find it, and Rowan now realized that this distrust ca from sothing much deeper than his personal mories, it belonged to the bloodlines in his body, specifically his Primordial bloodlines.
Rowan had also found it a bit peculiar that of all the Primordial bloodlines in his body, the one that seed to be the most associated with the Enochian language was that of the Celestial, this was especially prevalent when it ca to matters concerning Eva. There were still two words of Enoch left for him inside his Record, remnants of the bloodline of Eva, when he was both her Avatar and then the owner of the Palace of Ice, although this great power had been available to Rowan for a long ti, he had not used it during the many monts when it could have co in handy for him, understanding that there was much to this power that he did not yet understand and he was glad that he had made this decision.
If the words of Enoch was related to Limbo, then it was far more important than he had once thought, and exploring the mysteries of this language was now pushed towards the forefront of his priorities.
There had been sothing else on the wall besides these Enochian words, and they were faces, each of them was extrely massive, as great as reality itself, and describing their features was hard, but Rowan could recognize two, the others were too far for his consciousness to grasp, and because he was extrely familiar with these two, he could infer who they were-Divus, the Primordial Beast whose essence he had consud, and Primordial Life.
Their faces were pressed against the wall as if they were struggling to enter reality from the other side of the wall, and Rowan understood that this was not just speculation on his part, this was the truth, this wall, Aegis, was what protected reality from the endless hunger of the Primordial, they had already collected all the essence from reality, but there was sothing left, sothing so valuable that they remained after all this ti, fighting and scheming amongst themselves, even taking out the Primordial Beasts along the way to get closer to their goal.
If there was one primary reason Rowan was going to unleash himself upon reality, it was because he understood that he was running out of ti.
While everybody else was playing around in this gigantic sandbox that the Primordials had made, their reach was growing closer to their target, and Rowan believed that he might know what they craved.
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