In the battle with the Primordial Thrones, Rowan had hardly shown his true might. He had used his dinsional flesh and soul because that was what his allies and enemies knew of his power, and he had kept his Origin abilities aside, even restricted his Ouroboros Serpents from showing their true might in the battle.
It was due to how well Rowan had instilled his will upon these serpents that enabled them to remain in place, despite how much their instincts fought against it.
It was this will that drove them to sleep, and now this will of restraint was weakening, and it was Divus, the eldest, who detected it first and awakened, followed by the rest.
Suddenly, the will holding them bound finally snapped, and the Ouroboros Serpents roared. The sound that erged from them was indescribable because there had been nothing like them in existence before, and the sound they made was sothing that Reality struggled to interpret.
And then, Divus spoke.
Her voice was surprisingly gentle, like a maiden, and none of the fury and the lust for destruction that filled every inch of their bodies could be detected in her tone, which made the sound much more eerie.
"There is a place," she said, and all five Origin Ouroboros went silent, eyes of annihilation staring at the eldest, "A desert beyond the edge of all things. It holds what was, what could have been, and what must never be again. I have feasted on a portion of it, but it is not enough; there are still more bones hidden in every corner of that desert. We shall consu it all..."
Turning around, Divus tore through the space of the Origin Land and entered Reality. Behind her, the five Ouroboros Serpents followed. Bahamut was the last to leave, his infinite coils filled with black lightning that seared and sealed the space shut behind them.
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The ergence of Primordial Essence from the vortex all over Reality had begun to change the landscape of existence. Things that had never been seen before had erged, and old powers that were thought to have been lost to ti and decay arose.
It was during this ti of transformation that a place known to be myth and whispered in the dark corners of great powers was revealed: the Great Desert.
Known mainly by immortals above the sixth-dinsional level with the power of mory, they understood that it was the Great Desert that was the true threat to their Immortality.
With all the ongoing changes in Reality, the reveal of the Great Desert drew attention, but not as much as it should have, not until the secret that it held was fully revealed to all life in existence.
It should be known that in this Era, the dinsional ladder had never been clearer, and there were nurous immortals rapidly climbing the dinsional ladder, all of whom had the hopes of reaching the peak of Reality and becoming the next Primordial power.
If there were ever to achieve this dream, then the Great Desert was a stumbling block to their aspirations.
The Great Desert was a place of exile, a graveyard for the unmourned—everything and everyone of sufficient power could be traced back to this place, from lost gods to forgotten heroes to entire civilizations erased from ti.
Its sands were not sands at all, but the ground-up bones of dead dinsions, shifting in slow, sorrowful tides.
The air humd with the whispers of the forgotten, those whose nas had been scraped from all mories.
And now, the vultures, from all of existence, had descended upon it.
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For soone like Rowan, it was effortless for him to eradicate immortals in their entirety. His blows contained such enormous power and complexity that any rational or even irrational immortal minds could not comprehend, and usually, the battles between immortals were never so easily resolved.
For immortals, what could be considered a short brawl could take a century, and in that ti it was very likely for them to kill themselves hundreds or thousands of tis until then other side flees or they are trapped and worn down till death, which was not an easy thing to do and requires specific treasures that could seal space, ti and other higher dinsional powers.
To kill an immortal above the fifth-dinsional level, their entire Essence would need to be eradicated, which required destruction of the body many tis over, and then their soul would need to be destroyed, even that was not enough to kill them, because their mories after reaching the sixth dinsion ant they could be resurrected by their subordinates or could never truly be killed until no one else rembers their nas.
This was the process for handling sixth-dinsional immortals. For the seventh and eighth, who held power over Fate and Destiny, killing them was almost impossible, making war between higher-dinsional immortals a ga of numbers and ti.
However, the Great Desert made killing immortals above the fifth-dinsional level much more easier because if the Essence and the soul of a higher-dinsional immortal were eradicated, the Great Desert would pull on their mories and imprison them inside the Great Desert, in that manner, they could no longer return to Reality.
This truth was known by higher-dinsional immortals in the past. Although they sought to destroy the Great Desert, finding it was almost impossible, and it was rumored that the Great Desert was located in the lower realms.
Higher-dinsional immortals that would choose to destroy the Great Desert if given a chance found their hands tied behind their backs because it was impossible for them to enter the lower realms.
And so, with these two restrictions, the Great Desert had been allowed to thrive for so long and made battles between higher dinsional immortals to beco more dangerous.
Yet, the vortexes filled with Primordial Essence had changed all of that in the blink of an eye.
The Great Desert, hidden from the gaze of all life, was revealed in its full glory, and with the proliferation of Primordial Essence across Reality, even the lower realms were now accessible to higher-dinsional immortals.
It beca inevitable that the Great Desert was imdiately attacked by nearly every great power in Reality, including powers erging from the other Primordial Domains.
The Primordial Domain had suffered from the pull of the Great Desert, but they did not lose as many higher-dinsional immortals like the rest of Reality because it was hard to eliminate the soul of an immortal linked to a Primordial Domain, and only extrely powerful Old Ones could bridge that gap and kill immortals from the Primordial Domains.
The Great Desert had never known war. There could be a brief flash of power arising from the sands as especially powerful Old Ones shrugged their mories of dominion in this cage of misery, but it had always been a place of silence. After all, it was a graveyard.
In the not-so-distant past, a daring raid had shattered the desert in two and killed Nesis, who ruled it, but like all the great and terrible things that Rowan had done, most in Reality did not know about it.
At this ti, the Great Desert had healed its wound, gained a new Nesis, and its sands were flowing with power, gained from drinking deeply from the Primordial Essence, enriching Reality and the vast number of mories pouring into its sands with the endless wars rippling across all of existence.
With the reveal of the Great Desert, a vast army of immortals, demons, dragons, and every other myriad beings under the stars began to attack it.
They arrived in waves, these would-be conquerors of a monunt that had stood since the beginning of existence. Most ca for power. If the Great Desert could imprison mories, then this was a power that they wanted under their Domain, and it could not be given to others.
Others ca for vengeance. The pull of Nesis and the Great Desert was unfair and cold, and countless had fell to its cold hands, and no matter how much prayers, tributes and pleas were offered to the Great Desert, it did not release anything it held, and those that had prayed to the Great Desert for rcy for so long without being heard was coming to destroy it.
On the other end of the spectrum were the immortals who had been imprisoned inside the Great Desert for many Eras and were only released when Rowan tore it in two. These immortals were also here for vengeance, and in many instances, their rage burned hotter than anyone could imagine.
A few, the rarest, ca out of pity—to end the suffering of the forgotten.
Many of them realized that sotis death could be rcy, and the Great Desert, with its power over mories, denied all the grace of fading into nothing. Their mories were forcefully chained to the sands, and they watched Reality go by for all eternity.
It did not matter their motivation; their numbers were endless, and the power they unleashed upon the Great Desert shook Reality and echoed across all existence.
Apart from chasing after the Origin Land, the majority of powers across Reality ca to the Great Desert.
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