Chapter 1569: A Spark That Thought Itself A Fla
Rowan had never unleashed so much power in his entire life. He had barely begun to unleash the power of his bloodlines and the full might of his dinsional flesh, but his present dinsional level was holding him back.
This battle was not a place where he could afford to micromanage his abilities as he was always used to doing. All of his previous opponents, including Thenos and Seed, had not truly forced him to push for the limits of his present potential, and only going against a Primordial Level Entity that he realizes that he was always ant to fight like this, but he had never t anyone that could draw out this level of power from him.
Rowan’s heart was singing even as his Ether and Essence boiled. Their temperature reached billions of degrees and climbed higher as Rowan summoned the power of a higher dinsion inside this space created by a Primordial Beast.
A mystical chant erging from the depths of creation in the language of Primordials filled this space, erging from the depths of Rowan’s consciousness as he called upon Fate itself.
An immortal reaching the seventh dinsion called upon a thread of their Fate, but Rowan was a dinsion as vast as true Reality, and for him, a thread would not do; he called upon the True Dinsion of Fate itself.
“Vashtara neth’un dremis,
Sol’mira keth’varis,
Ylthorin fah’dohr imar,
Zorath’kai vel’shandris, Yltharion, zor’falis, keth’mir sol,
Nar’ethis vel’sindra, moth’kai dris!
By the blood of fallen stars,
The Eclipsed Creator summons the thread from afar,
Through the veil where the lost dream,
Fate entwined, yet none may hold
I sever the weave. I unmake the oath!
Fate responded, and a power that erged from outside of all known Reality itself began to descend.
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Although Rowan was suffering from the power of annihilation, which was tearing his essence apart, and the only thing holding him away from nothingness was his Will, Bahamut was still suffering from the power of destruction that Rowan had summoned.
This high-level concept might not have reached the ninth-dinsional level. Still, Rowan’s innate understanding of destruction had pushed this power to a level that could affect a weakened Primordial Beast.
Bahamut’s skin rippled with intense waves of destruction that wrapped around him like a shroud, burning through his essence, causing the beast to roar in pain.
He had not felt pain like this since the beginning of the Primordial Era, and it aroused his savagery as he began to tear into himself, discarding large amounts of flesh that took the shape of bleeding dreams and shattered dinsions.
Unlike Rowan, whose dinsional flesh seed endlessly malleable, able to regenerate from any wound as long as his Will was strong enough to hold him away from death, Bahamut was not fully awakened. The essence he had to work with was minor—barely a few oceans of Primordial Essence—and the power of destruction could not be withstood; it could only be cast aside.
This created a window of opportunity for Rowan to do sothing insane and ascend into a higher dinsion during a battle with a ninth-dinsional entity.
Rowan had been on the threshold of the seventh dinsion for a while, but due to his present circumstances where he had to ready himself for a war with the entirety of Reality and all the Primordial Dinsions, he could not yet allow himself the freedom to pursue a higher dinsion.
He had given many reasons why going to the seventh-dinsional level so quickly from the sixth-dinsional level was madness, and there was too much at stake for him to be tied down under the strain of reaching for a higher level.
Rowan’s existence in the outside Reality was tenuous at best, and the weight of his presence upon Reality was so terrible that he had to constantly simulate the appearance of a lower immortal in order to be able to move around.
He was in the sixth dinsion, and a lot of his weight had been spread across his mories, from the past, present, and even to the future. But if he was to seize his Fate, then it was unknown if Reality would be able to handle his ascension.
Unless he entered a Primordial Domain or created a stable space for his elevation, the risk would be too significant, and it was worthy to note that before Rowan summoned Fate, he had believed he would be calling upon its thread, not the entirety of Fate.
This unknown space created by the Primordial Beast had the stability of a ninth-dinsional realm, and if there was any place where he could fully unleash himself as he ascended, it was here.
“BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM!”
In front of Rowan, a tiny rift erged, struggling to appear inside this space where Reality was extrely dense. Through the rift, a dense Aura greater than the seventh dinsion appeared, shaking Rowan to the core.
The Threads of Fate were a seventh-dinsional power, but it seed like Fate itself was not. Instead, it should be a ninth-dinsional power whose threads had been borrowed by the Primordials to create the seventh dinsions!
To the two entities here, this Rift was small, but if any immortal reaching for the seventh dinsion were to see it, they would be struck dumb in amazent because this Rift was bigger than an eighth-dinsional realm and was still expanding, whereas the usual Rift present in an immortal’s elevation was hardly greater than a few million miles.
“How dare you desecrate my domain with the hands of that bitch!” Bahamut roared with rage when he saw the Rift appearing in front of Rowan and recognizing what he was about to do in the midst of their battle.
His massive body crossed through space, the Primordial Beast pulling more of his consciousness from slumber, shrugging off the power of destruction that had enveloped his body; Bahamut eyes, whose numbers could not be counted, glinted with intense hunger and rage.
Rowan pointed his left hand at the charging beast, “You are too late.”
In a single instance, he exhausted his entire Ether and channeled it all into the spells created by Chronomancer Pri. The sound that erged from Rowan’s body as he burned all the Ether in his body was terrible, and he would have perished if not for the impossible Essence that held him in place as his Ether began to regenerate rapidly.
Bahamut may be a Primordial Beast whose powers rivaled the entirety of existence. Still, even this ancient being was smaller than Rowan, a living dinsion that rged with the Land of Origin.
The amount of Ether he had in his body was matchless; even as a sixth-dinsional being, it was greater than any amount of Essence in the body of the Primordial Beast, and Rowan unleashing all of this power at once was equal to the force of every immortal in Reality, from the past to the future releasing all of the Aether in their bodies.
He could be seen as a young Reality whose potential was still largely untapped. He was learning what he was capable of through battle, and everything that was happening was deeply surprising to Rowan, who had never gone all out before.
This space was shattered; it scread and perished as a beam of force erged from the center of his palm and traveled through ti, slamming into the Primordial Beast.
The Primordial Besst was forcefully halted in place, and Bahamut roared in astonishnt as his massive body was not only pushed back across space, but ti as well. The power of Destruction that had been shrugged off was drawn back from the past to coat the body of the Primordial Beast once more as new destruction spells were added to the volley.
Wielding Spells from Chronomancer Pri, who controlled the Origin of Ti unique to Rowan’s dinsional flesh, was potent enough to affect an entity at the ninth-dinsional level.
Their battle birthed countless universes and dinsions as all sorts of higher-dinsional laws were unleashed from their bodies, but Bahamut’s cries of pain and rage shattered all of these dinsions while he was held in place.
Rowan felt this space of this Reality grow denser as Bahamut pressed under the power of Chronomancer Pri seed to transform, as it felt as if more of this beast’s awareness had reawakened from its endless slumber.
A voice that had defied ages rumbled under the shadow of Rowan’s power, pressing the beast back across space and ti.
“Insolence… Little Fla. I shall erase you from the Cosmic Record. You are a spark that thought itself a fla. A shadow that mistook itself king. You shall learn little ember as you fade.”
A pulse of power blasted out from Bahamut, rending dinsions and birthing horrors that lived for a mont, only to worship the glory of the Beast of the Earth and Fire before they perished and their souls scread for countless eternities in worship of the great beast of the end.
Rowan grunted as he was pushed back, but he was not deterred; the Rift where the power of Fate was erging was growing bigger as its presence created a unique radiance that began to replace the heavens above.
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