Destruction feeding on Creation and Creation feeding on Destruction, this was an impossible circle, but one that Rowan had fully epitomized, and he knew that if he could continue watching this vision of being consud by his bloodline Avatars, he would watch them grow up, all of them feeding on the endless bounty of his flesh, and their appetite would increase as well until they beca behemoths that endlessly grew by consuming his flesh, this was normal, for it was the path of Destruction.
As they grew older and more powerful, his bloodline would as well channel their new powers and enhanced ability to him, further strengthening his powers and his body would regenerate to match their appetite, so it did not matter if their appetites increased as they grew older, he would always gain the benefit of their growth being channeled into him, this was the path of Creation.
Two sides of a single coin.
Rowan observing this vision, saw the path toward his future, and if he was able he would encourage these Avatars to eat more, for the more they ate, the stronger he beca. Although, in the real world, he was not distraught because he knew how to make them eat more, he simply had to battle and utilize their abilities to the fullest.
But this was not the problem in this vision, this was not the reason he was deciding to unveil himself before all of Reality, because despite the chilling atmosphere surrounding Rowan being devoured by what appeared to be children, there was sothing else here, soone else… a face pressed against the sanctity of this space, eyeing Rowan with intense greed,
"Let In... Let In... Let In..."
There was a single face from a crooked figure, but Rowan could see those eyes that looked towards his flesh, and inside them he saw legion. There was not a single individual here, but multiple and they all craved his flesh with a foul and endless desire.
The power of his bloodline was stupendous, his Class was ridiculous and the state of his existence as a dinsional flesh was amazing, one of this on its own was enough to shake this Era, but all of these three combined into one person was terrifying to the extre.
His existence was sothing that he believed was in part encouraged by the Primordials, but even they could not have imagined what could have arisen from it. He was not the first Breaker in existence or the first Breaker with a Primordial Bloodline, however, he was the first to break new ground in a Reality where everything had being drained out of, Rowan created a miracle out of Nothingness.
Rowan might not be sure of what the Primordials were still craving inside of Reality, but he had wagered that it was the soul of Reality, but he would bet that his Origin Land, a domain where Rowan had barely excavated a fraction of its potential… he would bet that such a place would draw their attention as much as the Soul of Reality could.
He could not fight them in their Domains, fifty million years of war had shown him that this was impossible, and it did not matter if he would fight them for another billion years to co, he would still lose, but if he could bring them into his domain, then everything would change.
Inside here he would have the advantage, and they would have no choice but to co to him, because they wanted the power that he had gained, they craved his Origin Land, and they would all believe that they were stronger than him, and wiser and so they would send their armies to plunder his authority and take his light.
Rowan wanted to kill the Primordials before they could kill him, so he needed a weapon that would allow him to do so, and his Origin Land would beco that weapon. Nothing else would draw the Primordials as much as the potential to beco sothing greater than their rank.
This was the true allure.
Rowan's potential was so great that he could potentially beco an existence that even the Primordials would have to bow down to, and before his potential could be realized, they needed to break him.
It was a great risk for Rowan, but it was a necessary step. He could not hide his head in the sand and wish for his problems to disappear, there were too many attachnts of Fate and Destiny to his soul by these powerful entities even before he was born and he could not escape his Fate, even if he wanted to.
His decision had been made, and so Rowan called upon a power that he had gained from the Singularity that he had expelled from Reality, The World Stele.
Among the many benefits that he had gained from the alliance with this Singularity, one of them was the power to beco a World Bearer, which was an Immortal that had the power to root their dinsion inside the Nothingness.
With his increased vision from his higher dinsional level, Rowan understood that the reason that immortals could not root their dinsions in the Norhingness was simply because the Primordials had seized all the foundations of Reality and the Nothingness and fused it into their domains.
Reality had been stripped of too much power to endure the weight of a Primordial Entity, even the presence of one Primordial should have destroyed all of Reality, yet there were seven here.
The reason they could achieve such a thing was by stripping the foundations of Reality so they could be able to exist here, but even with this action, they could only exist here, they could not move about unless by using extrely special thods.
This act ant that no other immortal in Reality was able to root their dinsions anymore, but the World Stele, a Singularity with powers that transcend Reality opened up a new path, it would link the dinsions to a power that was outside of Reality.
This Singularity was basically poking tiny holes into Reality, and these holes could be linked to any World Holder, giving them the ability to mount their dinsion into Reality.
When Rowan was given the Title of a World Holder, he was granted a passage that led to outside Reality, but he was not aware that this was what it was until he reached Limbo and learned of the truth that existed outside the Nothingness.
Before now he had always thought that the Nothingness was everything, and new knowledge had shown him that he was still thinking too small.
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