Rowan had co across nearly an infinite amount of languages, most of the shards of the Supre Circle had taken various forms, all dictated by different languages. After a while with such a vast sample size to draw from, he was able to glean the similarities between various languages quite easily, but these runes were different, alien, almost as if they existed outside the sphere of all known reality.
This should be because any place or creature with powers that approached those of a Primordial was beginning to form its own reality, sothing similar to the power that the Supre Circle was granting him far in advance.
Yet no matter how alien these runes were, there were surely patterns within that he could use to decipher their secrets, and with that understanding, he could easily unlock the powers they contained and finally access these twin streams of energy, and maybe find a way to break out of this shell of rock using it.
His arrival had created a massive commotion and calamity, it was impossible that his presence had not been detected, and if he did not find a way to access this energy and leave this place, he would be well… a sitting rock.
His massive stony body which was hundreds of miles wide and equally as tall was now surrounded by these two streams of energy making his figure appear to be a large burning star with blue and red flas. The energy clashed against his shell and was repelled, unable to penetrate his body. Rowan understood that the information stream trying to rge with his consciousness must be the key for him to be able to accept this energy, but the problem was that the key was now broken.
'This could take a while,' Rowan decided and focused on the broken runes. He began to take apart the runes, seeking to find a singular piece among them that he could use as the first step to begin the deciphering process and then he paused, he felt that he had forgotten sothing crucial.
Like a feeling of deja vu, only less apparent. Even as he was thinking about it, that stream of thought had begun to slowly vanish, as if the idea that sothing was wrong was being taken away from his senses.
"Do not trust your mories. They would deceive you."
Was that not the greatest warning from Old Man Seed? He had repeated this statent twice, and even if it was just a minor feeling of wrongness, he was determined not to leave anything to chance in a place that had the capability to warp his dinsional flesh to such a great extent.
With the lesson, he gained from the disappearance of Caine's soul, he did not disregard this feeling and he paused in his quest to understand this rune, it did not seem as if this stream of energy was going away anyti soon, and he needed to know what it was that caught his attention at first that he had just forgotten, because he discovered alarmingly that the urge to investigate the wrongness was neem stripped away from his consciousness bit by bit, and only his awareness that such a thing was happening was delaying the process but it was no lt stopping it.
He realized in his horror that he had little ti to understand what he had forgotten and discover the missing link because if he forgot, with the state of his consciousness power at this juncture it would be possible that he might not be able to sense this wrongness again. At that ti his perception would have been taken over and he would have lost.
If he lost his perception of this place and was deceived then it ant that he had failed the task to upgrade his Supre Circle, and he would dance to the tune of whover was in control of this place. Although he knew that ultimately his powerful bloodlines might be able to fight against the influence of this place given ti, it might already be too late, and his unique weakness at this ti would lead to his destruction.
There were no massive battles ongoing at this mont but Rowan was truly in grave danger. A single slip and everything he had worked for would be lost. 'What the hell did I forget?'
Rowan cleared his head and began reviewing the process of his descent into Doom Star from the ti Old Man Seed launched him into it and this present mont. Even with his reduced consciousness power his mories were perfect, and he detected nothing that drew his attention, but that in itself was a red flag.
There must be sothing there, a missing detail that stood out. A slight pattern that escaped the overall symtry of reality, a minor glitch. It was there and his perfect mories had all the clues to piece it together. He stubbornly began reviewing his mories again and again, hundreds of tis, and then thousands of tis, tens of thousands…
Ti had no aning to him, his perception delved into every single piece of mory that it was able to interpret. From the shattered clouds that extended for miles to a single grain of sand that bounced against its neighbors as the vibration of his reentry touched the earth. So much data that it would make an Archmage nearly go mad in despair was brutally taken apart by him. Although a majority of his strength might have been stripped away from him, they had not managed to take away the core of his character. Rowan was a relentless hunter and he sensed weakness in the design to purge his mories and he pursued it with a determination that was frankly insane.
He critically reviewed the information in his mind, hundreds of millions of tis, and he was not stopping…slowly, the flaws began to reveal themselves to him, and no matter how deeply it was hidden Rowan had begun to pull them out.
He had created a World Core using nothing but his consciousness, and no matter how intricate and difficult it was to go through so much information using only a limited consciousness power, Rowan would not stop. The reality of Doom Star was the first to break.
Now, each ti he went through his mories, he saw a gap, an inconsistency that he logged and continued digging into, and slowly those inconsistencies that he was accumulating piled up into a distinct portrayal.
A feeling of warmth… undulations… life!
The barrier over his mories broke open and Rowan's consciousness nearly froze as the truth that had been stripped from his mind was revealed once more.
When he landed on this continent, the force of his entry did not dissipate even after he had penetrated deep into the earth, what had blocked him was a barrier, a barrier made from flesh.
Sleeping below this continent was a creature and his descent had broken the minor shell it was using to cover its body.
He slowly looked below him and discovered sothing quite disturbing. While his mories had been blurred, it appeared that he was currently being consud. A brown and pulsating mass that resembled the hide of a flayed dragon was slowly swallowing him, due to his massive size, it had barely consud less than a hundredths of his body, about one and half miles worth, and if he had not dug into his mories for the truth, he would have been unaware that he had been inside the mouth of a massive predator all these while.
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