The roar of the Primordial Beast Bahamut when he saw Chaos created a cataclysm of annihilation that shook this space to the core, weakening its foundation, as Bahamut no longer cared for preserving the stability of this space, and he began to draw out his essence without holding back.
His destructive act was partially hampered by the dinsion of Fate above, which had latched onto this space like glue, and Bahamut found that he could not pull as much power as quickly as he wanted. However, the wave of destruction had multiplied, and Rowan feared that the lifespan of this space was rapidly shrinking.
Primordial Chaos regarded this beast with a smile, not caring for its cry of rage. He had already healed the injury made to his flesh and was ready to claim his prize when his gaze cut across space and ti. He beheld the heavens and saw the Fate’s Origin that Rowan’s dinsional soul was grasping.
His eyes shrank to a dot, his eyes exploding in radiance, and he stepped back in astonishnt.
It took a lot to surprise a Primordial... Rowan did not know what went through the mind of Primordial Chaos at this mont, but this was the first ti this Primordial had seen the dual nature of Rowan’s existence and the power of his soul. He might not have understood the true nature of Rowan’s soul, but the power it exuded was undeniable.
Rowan’s dinsional soul was not as large as his dinsional flesh, but a normal immortal would consider its size nearly infinite.
If one were to compare the size of the normal soul of an Old One, they would hardly be a few miles tall at the maximum, with most stopping at a hundred feet, and this was the size of the souls of the beings that were acclaid to be the strongest under Primordials.
The nature of his soul revealed Rowan’s frightening talents, as the soul was considered linked to comprehension and talent. This denoted that perhaps Rowan’s comprehension had reached the level of a Primordial, maybe even exceeding it in many aspects.
Only Primordial Chaos would be able to judge, but it was clear that this entity was shocked to the core for the first ti in what was most likely countless eternities.
Disregarding the Primordial Beast, the eyes of Primordial Chaos flashed and he began to gathered power around his right hand, tearing apart, space and ti as countless dinsions collapsed into a spear that seed to be forged from the essence of a black hole made from flesh and blood, exuding a frightening aura of slaughter.
The danger screaming across all of Rowan’s senses was pointing out that Primordial Chaos was no longer seeking to attack the Primordial Beast because, in this mont, the Primordial had fully realized that the greatest danger here was Rowan and had determined that Bahamut was no longer worthy to take his attention.
Rowan had expected this outco and was already gathering power long before now that would be used for his defense. He was using only one of his Origin Bloodline to hold back Bahamut, and he still had two more, plus the might of his Destroyer and several other tools in play.
His shattered dinsional flesh still experiencing the tribulation of reaching the higher dinsion of Fate began to light up with the glows of his Origin Bloodline as faint roars of his Origin Ouroboros began to arise from the Primordial ooze that he flesh had transford into when the body of Bahamut that had beco supercharged with power drained from the surrounding space slamd into Primordial Chaos.
Rowan saw creation end at that clash, as in a mont the power that erupted from the impact of the attack nearly equaled all the show of power between him and Bahamut, revealing to Rowan that this Primordial Beast had been holding back during their confrontation.
However, Primordial Chaos made a move that even Rowan could not follow, and the Primordial Beast was flipped overhead. His massive body, the size of Reality, was flung into the distance, crossing countless dinsions and shattering ti and space into nothingness as he roared in pain. However, both of Primordial Chaos’s arms had been torn off in that clash, and he bled an enormous amount of Primordial Essence that the unique aura of chaos had tainted.
This caused an ocean of blood that could drown entire universes to pour out of the stumps of his shoulders in furious volus.
Primordial Chaos was frowning as he made new arms, his eyes never leaving Rowan’s dinsional soul as he began to take the motion of moving forward, but dozens of spiky tails burst out of his chest as Bahamut retaliated, and with a burst of power that made all of this Reality to nearly crumble, he dragged Primordial Chaos towards him,
"Damned mindless beasts!" Primordial Chaos roared with anger as he peered towards Rowan with such terrific fury that it took a life of its own before he turned towards Bahamut.
Rowan’s dinsional soul only smiled at Primordial Chaos’s look and continued exerting force as he slowly drew Fate’s Origin to him. He had nearly completed the transfer process, and if nothing drastically changed in the next few monts, he would be reaching the seventh-dinsional level soon.
’Chaos, surely you are not so stupid to believe I will leave my Fate in your hands.’
He had gambled, and several hidden cards had been displayed, but he was satisfied with the results.
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The battle between higher-dinsional entities who were omniscient was a process that most immortal minds could not grasp.
When two entities whose ntal processing powers were so potent and vast that they could accurately predict the future to a stunning degree battled, the battle was a ga of hiding information from their opponents. As long as that information was made available, it could be countered.
For the Primordial Beast, fighting with Rowan had been a dance of deliberation and precision. No matter how it seed during the fight, Bahamut had never been truly disadvantaged, and the expected results of their clash would lead to his victory.
Bahamut would win a billion tis in a billion confrontations, but the unexpected summoning of the true dinsion of Fate shattered the carefully laid-out plan for this battle and broke his grasp over its future.
The hidden cards that Rowan had played were too potent./
In the levels where these Primordial Beings fought. Battle was not done on a single dinsion; their grasp of strategy was too deep, and any single move they made was picked out from a selection of billions as the most cost-effective response.
In many cases, the only variable affecting their fight was their willpower.
It would not have mattered if Rowan were a hundred tis more powerful; the first ti that the power of annihilation flooded his body, he would have crumbled to nothing if his willpower was weak. He was able to firmly reject death and push on to create more chances for himself, and this was the least requirent needed to battle in this stage, but it was among the most important.
However, it was indisputable that the only way to defeat soone with omniscience was to bring sothing they would never anticipate to the table.
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