The mont Rowan threw her to the heavens, a frightening wave of power erupted from her body, but this was all under the calculations of Rowan, who in his cold rage had a deep connection with the tempo of battle. He sliced his way through space, sothing that was considered to be impossible inside the Frozen Waste, but after spending a thousand years here he was intricately familiar with this region, avoiding the greater brunt of the shockwave, but he did not wait before it ended and revealed himself.
Anyone else would have waited for the wave of force to end, but if he did that he would be falling into the rhythm of the enemy, he grunted as a majority of his bones and flesh were crushed to a pulp for a brief mont, and in a blink of an eye the injury vanished as his unnatural vitality healed him from the blows of a Will Holder whose cries of rage had attacked him across ti.
The only problem was that Rowan had been truly reborn a thousand years ago, and even the rage of Elura could not find much to damage but flesh that had been baptized under the unnatural powers of the Primordial Ouroboros.
Her rage, although unfocused, was enough to crush every bone in his body, and Rowan's body was not the weak mortal body on the Twilight Bridge, but his full-dinsional flesh, held together by a Primordial Ouroboros bloodline at the fourth Supre Circle.
Crushing him ant shattering an unknown number of worlds and stars, but Rowan had already moved the majority of the inhabitants of his dinsion into the depths of his dinsion, placing them beside the city of Sheol for safety.
The quick healing of his wounds might seem simple on the surface but in his dinsion, countless worlds had returned to life and stars blazed anew in a stunning process that was almost as if ti was reversing, and due to the fact that ti ran faster inside his dinsion, this also quickened his healing, and unless one watched closely, it would seem as if he was never hurt in the first place.
The old man observed this healing process, and he saw how Rowan's body repaired itself so quickly it was almost as if his body had already finished healing before it was hurt in the first place. His eyes shone with a glow that would drive fear into the heart of anyone who knew him, and the plans he had for his grandson were reevaluated, for he realized he had looked down on his talents.
Rowan's movent had brought him within a few feet of Elura, where he attempted to stab her with a short blade of ice, she caught his hand with a dismissive flourish, her nose raised in the air with annoyance, just perfectly in line for Rowan's headbutt fuelled by the power of Ascension to connect.
The old man winced when he heard a crack, and the howl of Elura as she was crushed into the earth. His daughter was many things, but a warrior she was not, after all, so of her shades could beco great warriors and so she did not bother, finding the art of battle to be beneath her. This attitude had inevitably caused a rift between father and daughter Rowan dived downwards, his eyes focused on the woman buried hundreds of feet in the icy ground, on his hand was a massive hamr made from ice.
Quicker than Elura could anticipate he slamd the hamr to her skull. She was rising to her feet and this blow pushed her on her face. The sound and the shockwave that erupted from this single blow spread out for millions of miles and generated so much heat between the point of contact of the hamrhead and Elura's skull, that it was almost as if a supernova had gone off.
The hamr shattered to pieces smaller than atoms, and considering that this hamr was forged from one of the hardest substances in all the known third-dinsional universe would attest to the sheer might in Rowan's blows.
His stats after all these years had reached a terrifying level, that anyone who thought he could be challenged without consequences was in for a nasty surprise. Rowan seized her by the neck, a part of him knowing his actions were a bit foolish, but the sorrow in his heart needed to be quelled, and combat was the only way to soothe the ache in his heart.
Elura's eyes were filled with fury, and a single strand of hair from her head was dislodged from her skull, it seed this was the final straw. She no longer thought about holding back her rage, and for a mont here, it had reached a point where the next move she was about to make would erase Rowan from reality.
Feeling the impossible wave of power building in her body that threatened a level of destruction that was shocking to his senses, Rowan simply inhaled and reached across his entire dinsion, he gathered the power of frost from the void and his Primordial Sea of Darkness and channeled it through his mouth, he blew.
A black flash that would fry the eyes of anyone who saw it for millions of miles appeared between them and Rowan stepped back, leaving Elura a block of ice. The old man folded his arms nonchalantly but internally he was screaming, 'What in the…. What in the highest heavens is this ridiculousness, that breath could freeze an entire universe. He is a mortal universe killer! Not even a hundred 9th-level bloodlines would give you such a power as a mortal. Elura, you foolish girl, what in your arrogance have you unleashed? This is not a genius, this is an abomination."
If his instinct was right, the Elura that he t was a skill similar to a Reflection, but unlike the Reflections she was unlucky and her maker was not dead, so it was possible that she was assimilated back when her task was completed.
Rowan turned around, the short combat had torn all the robes in his body, leaving him nearly naked, he cupped his hand, gathering the fabrics, and they transford into a large Axe.
In his heart Rowan knew that the Elura he called mother was gone, seeing this woman before him, he was reminded of the Primordial of Evil and his Reflections.
If his instinct was right, the Elura that he t was a skill similar to a Reflection, but unlike the Reflections she was unlucky and her maker was not dead, so it was possible that she was assimilated back when her task was completed.
Knowing this fact, Rowan's anger was aningless, he perfectly understood that the Elura he knew was simply playing a role that she was created to serve, and the woman he was pouring his rage towards did not truly deserve it.
At least that was what his common sense was telling him. His heart was saying sothing else. He didn't care about logic, she killed his mother. What sort of a son would he be, if he could not make her pay?
It did not matter if Elura was royalty from a Primordial Bloodline, she needed to pay for stuffing out soone he loved.
Ridiculous, sheer madness, but Rowan's love was not bound by rules.
He could hear a dull cracking sound erging from the ice, he had a fraction of a second when the ice shattered before he could retaliate, and Rowan began filling his Axe with the power of Ascension.
"I would not do that if I were you," the voice of the old man made him pause, "whatever love or plans for you that she has if you take another step then she would burn you from reality."
Rowan frowned and took a step back, retreating for dozens of feet, and the old man smiled in appreciation, "So you can be taught."
Then everything turned a sickening shade of green as the cries of rage from Elura erupted. Her hair blew up in the breeze and dozens of black holes began to surround her body, her rage had reached such a profound point that the entire Frozen Waste began to lt.
Suddenly Rowan dissipated his weapon and raised his hands up in a placating gesture and he smiled, "Mother, I'm sorry, I was struck by a spell of madness. Can you find it in your heart to forgive your dear son?"
Elura, who was gathering potent forces of destruction, paused and she scread, "What!"
Rowan grinned sheepishly and looked down, "I'm sorry mother. The air of the higher dinsion affected my feeble mortal mind."
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