Chapter 1019: Why Cling To The Darkness? The man in the golden mirror still slept, and the figure who just crushed the two Ouroboros Serpent sat down cross-legged in midair and waited patiently. The area where the Calamity God had vanished vibrated as a weird scream emerged from space, and it shattered. From within that space, a tiny red flame that resembled blood appeared and began to drift toward the golden mirror. Although this flame was tiny, the presence of the Aura it carried was so dense that it defied meaning. Its passage left destruction in space and time, and it seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The fire was about to enter the golden mirror when the figure sitting down cross-legged made a gesture, and the flames paused, and no matter how it struggled, it was helplessly dragged towards his palm, "How interesting, your hand also knows the touch of True Flame, how else can you tame the Chaos inside this cage? I should deprive you of this flame, but whether by treachery or thievery, you have stolen a spark of darkness, and perhaps it is fit that you should feel it touch like a newly born." Unexpectedly, the figure released the flames and allowed them to drift into the mirror, "Take the darkness and face your judgment. I hope you shall allow your light to be engulfed by it. Many fear its touch, but only within darkness can true light be found in... Gaah!" A hand pierced through the back of the figure and in it was a strange heart, because the heart had a face, "Do you... talk this much?" The man sleeping in the mirror remained, but a careful observation would show that it was a mirage, he had quietly appeared behind the figure and attacked. That man was Rowan, and outside the mirror, his flesh turned to stone, but it still held the power and flexibility of the previous Avatar bodies of the Primordial Ouroboros Serpent. If the act of having his heart violently ripped away had any effect on the figure it did not show it, instead he looked at the golden mirror and sighed when he noticed that the mirage sitting on the throne of stars had vanished. He turned his large head and looked at Rowan who was behind him, due to the constraints of having a flesh made from stone, Rowan was unable to shift his body to the configuration he wanted and was barely twenty feet tall, the entity who he had just taken their heart from was a hundred feet tall, only his head was nearly as large as Rowan's entire body. The giant shrugged, the movement holding so much power it pushed Rowan backward and ejected his arm holding the large heart from his body, but Rowan as if expecting such a move, stomped the air, making the earth below explode for hundreds of miles and providing a counter force that bounced him back towards the giant, and this time went for the head. His fingers nearly closed around the neck of the unknown entity where he would tear its head off, but a gesture from the still-seated figure held him in place, dissipating all his momentum, and trapping him in space like an insect in amber, "Oh, how I relish the sky, I luxuriate under its light, I bathe in it. Do you not feel the same way, Eulxhu Thyak?" Of course, Rowan could not reply since he was frozen in place, but his silence was almost like an acquiescence. He did not know what this entity was, but he knew that perhaps it was one of the most powerful foes he had ever met. Rowan's true name was hidden by the Primordial Record, and to all of reality, his name was Rowan Kuranes, and only those who knew him would know his other name Romion. His true name was a secret known only to him, but this entity had effortlessly plucked it away from nowhere, and Rowan was trying not to think about the silence that two of his children had once filled. The giant sighed, "It would seem that I expected too much from you after all. Fade into the Embers of Light in peace, perhaps I shall mourn you, but you are too far beneath my flames, and the heat it provides is enough for only one." The giant held up his right hand and the world responded, a spear that drank all the light in creation appeared and he pointed it towards Rowan, and immediately the instinct that always guided him throughout his life told him one thing only, that this spear was death. A part of him recognizes certain features of this weapon, from the glass blade wielded by the Third Prince to the many visions he had of the Primordials, and without a doubt, he knew that this weapon was a Primordial Weapon, not the knockoff version wielded by Third, but a true Primordial Weapon. This weapon would disregard all his powers, his resurrection abilities, and his bloodlines and it would tear everything of Rowan to nothingness. This was the end. The giant thrusted the spear, unerringly at his forehead. There was no fear in his heart towards his impending demise, but Rowan called for that fear, and his heart went cold. He needed every ounce of advantage he could bring to the table. He pushed against his confines, his Spirit writhing and screaming against the invisible and invincible bonds that held him in place. The spear grew closer to his head, and Rowan's entire body developed cracks, but nothing gave. The golden pool in the distance suddenly surged ahead and formed a shield in front of him, but the spear sliced through it with ease, the delay was barely a fraction of a moment, but in that fraction, a tenth of his Angelic hosts perished, and the number of living beings holding his bloodlines that died could not be counted, but half of them withered to nothingness. In the space where the last four Primordial Ouroboros Serpents remained, there was nothing but silence. Despite the fact that he was made from rocks, tears of blood still poured from his eyes and the spear ripped through the last of his defenses and entered his head, crushing the top part of his skull. Rowan did not die instantaneously, his eyes still bleeding blood held on to the face of the giant with maniacal resolve, and the giant cocked his head to the side in thought, "So you have seen it, the light that shed on all things. Tell me, what is it like? My brothers tore me to pieces before I could find it, and I have remained locked here, broken, ever since." The giant drew back his spear and finally Rowan was released of his bonds and he collapsed to his knees, the giant looked at him like a child observing an insect whose wings had been plucked off, "Why do you cling to this darkness too strongly, when the light beckons?" With another flick, he buried the spear through Rowan's heart, and Rowan shuddered, the last of his vitality leaving him, but since he was free of his bonds, Rowan brought his hand forward and touched the spear, a bluish light emerged from his hand and wrapped the spear before the giant could retrieve the spear it shot into the heavens in a streak of light and vanished. Rowan looked up at the giant, and he grinned before whispering, "Fuck you Nemesis." Only the heels of the giant responded to him as he was crushed into dust.