Chapter 1289 Prism The impressive rate every member of Prism could enhance their Core was one of the greatest selling points of being a member of this organization, as one of the hallmarks of the members of Prism was their freakishly powerful bodies. There were also many hidden uses for this life force, but those secrets were held tight by the higher-order members of Prism. The internal dimension of Algorth resembled a city that had been fashioned inside the dreams of a mad immortal, combining both beauty, order, and chaos in disparate amounts to create a unique surrounding that was more like a labyrinth, and because its internal structures were always moving about, it was difficult to navigate. Entire stretch of cities would suddenly vanish into space to reappear millions of years later in the sky or underneath the ground, and this was the least amount of chaos that could be found here. Within this castle were entire traces of powers left by Primordiala, their entire path to power laid bare within its walls, but the challenge was to find those traces, and then to understand those traces. If anyone became lost inside of the castle, even a higher dimensional immortal, then it was a confirmed possibility that they would never leave this place. Since Prism was founded, everyone who had ever been lost inside the castle had never been found. The allure of the path of every Primordial in existence locked inside this dimension still drew many members of Prism to an unknown fate as many still choose to venture into the unknown in search of these supreme paths. There were only certain places inside of Algorth that were free from its chaotic movements, and these spaces were treasured and carefully managed by Prism. All these spaces were special in their unique ways, and they had become the source of power for Prism. In one of those central areas, seven figures sat around a glowing prismatic orb, all members of Prism, and they were its highest echelons, they wore black robes that obfuscated their features, but the wave of power emanating from their bodies could not be hidden, these were all powerful higher dimensional immortals that would cause reality to shake whenever they made a move. From the breath emanating from their bodies, it was apparent that each of the seven figures represented a Primordial bloodline. This space they inhabited resembled a grand hall with a beautiful etching of a winged beast that had been torn to pieces, and its insides were not made from flesh, blood, and bones, but of bricks, wood, and metal. A careful analysis of this beast would reveal that some part of its internals matched this castle. At this point, the gaze of all seven Prism members was all fixed on the prismatic orb that was revealing the current disaster sweeping through reality, which was the ongoing destruction of the Frozen Road. "Green, every member of Prism congratulates you. You have achieved what no one could have ever anticipated, and because you have staked your life and position on this matter that should have been so improbable it was considered possible by all of us, we can become the first to take advantage of this event. The entire resources of Prism are yours... Make this Era to be one that is ruled by Prism." The reverberations of the collapse of the Frozen Road shook the entirety of Reality, reaching even Doom Star who had been shunted out of real space-time. The vibrations seemed to be endless, for the Frozen Road was one of the largest structures in existence, stretching across the entirety of the Great Darkness, its size could hardly be imagined. With the ongoing collapse, the laughter of the Sirens became even more shrill. It was one of victory, of endless waiting that had finally borne fruit, and in their glee, they went mad. With the Frozen Road reaching the zenith of its collapse, a massive blue fog burst out of it and began to stream towards the heads of the Sirens. The blue fog entered through their eyes and when it reached the center of their heads, a blue vortex that was shaped in the form of a book was waiting and the fog poured into the vortex. On Doom Star, the radiance from the six books exploded even further and Rowan's entire body was nearly covered by the glow. The Eye of Time and Gothran'Inul were frozen in shock, and this shock was more apparent in the heart of the Eye of Time because whenever it thought it knew the limit of Rowan's plan, this abomination simply took it a step further. How could this child comprehend the weight of the devastation it had just unleashed on Reality? Despite the pain of holding Nemesis at bay, the Eye of Time could not help but burst into laughter, "Hahaha, Rowan, you said power had gone to my head, but this statement fit you more than anyone in reality! Do you have any idea of the storm that is about to descend on your head because of this act? Even if I have a thousand more guts I would not dream of doing a fraction of what you have just done. I don't need to kill you, I just need to fold my hands and watch as you would be torn into pieces and tortured for the rest of your existence! Hahaha..." Gothran Inul sighed and some of his head whistled in appreciation as they regarded the form of Rowan enshrouded by the light of the six books, "When the Eye of Time laments about the dangers you impose, I honestly thought this broken Primordial had gone insane, either from the endless Eras of being shattered or being drained of every single shred of Primordial Essence that it contained, yet I am now thinking it has underestimated your worth. Now I don't know whether to fight you or to flee as far as possible from you." "Well in that case, I will not run if I were you," Rowan said, "The best part is yet to come, and if you leave, you shall regret it for the rest of your existence." "Oh, why is that?" "I know it has been a while Gothran'Inul, but have you forgotten the scent of the Essence that once moved through your veins? What do you think I am summoning from the Frozen Road?" Hundreds of eyes from the titan tightened, "You lie, there is no method to draw out Essence that has already been spent, it would follow its laid-out path forever." Rowan chuckled, "What is the use of all of those eyes if you still choose to remain blind?" The titan paused and regarded reality outside and carefully sensed the power building inside the six books around Rowan and he became silent, "If this is the truth, if you can draw out Primordial Essence already unleashed, why would you allow me to remain by your side, a known threat to your design." Rowan cocked his head to the side as he regarded the titan, and his words seemed to echo twice as he spoke, "You should know by now that I am not your enemy, and neither are you mine. You may have been brought here by the designs of others, but that was never my wish. I am known as a giver, and I want to share this power that I am collecting with you. I know the dangers of being too greedy. So will you partake of this bounty?"