1201 Old Monsters The Memory of the blue snake did not last for long, barely a fraction of a moment, it was as if its presence was too heavy to be carried by a sixth-dimensional Memory power and it faded into blue sparks and glinting mind dusts that were swept away by a gust of Time. Despite the short time, Rowan had been able to glean lots of information from the blue snake, and it came from his bloodline of the Primordial Ouroboros, from which he sensed not anger or hunger as he had expected, but something close to sadness, and this more than anything, nearly freaked Rowan out. There was only one thing that could affect his Primordial Ouroboros even while they were still dormant, and that was fragments of other Primordial Beasts' bloodlines that had been lost. "When it rains, it pours," Rowan muttered to himself, he may not recognize this blue snake, but Labaletai did, and from the power he had to pull just to reveal a Memory of its presence, it may be at the peak of the sixth-dimensional level or even the seventh. The only reason he believed this blue snake was not at the eighth was because such a power would simply tear Doom Star open and retrieve whatever they came for. Entering this realm was supposed to be difficult, even for Labaletai, but from the talk with the Chaos Door previously, the reason he was able to find Rowan was because Rowan had left something behind that the Chaos Door could use to locate him. He could feel it, like a wound pulsing inside the box, it took a surprising amount of effort not to rip open the box and take out what was calling for him so strongly. If he opened this box, perhaps the scales blocking out his sight would be pushed aside to a large extent. Rowan had long kept the box, and now he stared at the Chaos Door with feigned fury, he simply could not find the strength to focus on this Chaos Door when a major part of his consciousness was screaming at him to focus on the box, yet this was the moment when he should take the most care, "You have broken your code Chaos Door and brought trouble to my doorstep. Explain yourself Labaletai, or you will suffer for this transgression, your life being forfeit the least of the price you shall pay." The eyes of the Chaos Door focused, the words of Rowan like a burning brand on his consciousness. No matter how shaken he was, he quickly put his mind in order, after all the time he had lived, Labaletai knew a credible threat when he heard one, especially from the likes of these old monsters. The only thing that might save him was a clear and concise retelling of the events that led to this moment, anything short would be a ticket to eternal damnation. 'Ultimately, this is all my fault for being too weak, I could die in the next few moments only because I was made a pawn without my knowledge. If there ever is a next life, I don't want to be vulnerable.' With a steady voice, Labaletai began to recount the events that transpired in the inheritance Ground, without any prompting from Rowan he gave an account of all he knew about the Firstborns of Chaos, who the Mother of Poison was, and that yes, it was true that with their sovereignty over the bloodline of Chaos, that there was a possibility that she could have piggybacked his avatar all the way into this realm. The more he spoke, the deeper he felt he was falling into the abyss, but he had no choice. In a case like this, the only way out was through. If Rowan was a seventh-dimensional old monster and was determined to kill him, it did not matter how many bodies he had or how long it would take him, the Chaos Door would be hunted to extinction. When Labaletai was done with recounting his tale, Rowan was silent for a while and then he unexpectedly pushed his hand towards the Chaos Door who tried not to beg for mercy, hoping his subservient position would not incur greater wrath, One of Rowan's fingers touched the forehead of Labaletai and he began to speak even as he etched a rune that burned with golden fire and vanished inside his skull, "Labaletai, you have performed the task I gave you, and you did it far past the allotted time I had set out for you, and for that you should be rewarded, but your carelessness has led an enemy to my door that could spoil my plans, still I can only take it as a part of fate. I shall not be punishing you for this, but you owe me, and one day I shall come to collect. Ready yourself for my call." With a wave of his hand, Rowan took out one percent of the treasure inside the bangle given to him by Old Man Seed, stuffing it inside the consciousness of the Chaos Door, and Labaletai's eyes had not finished widening in shock at this amount of treasure that was triple the amount of the entirety of the treasure he had gathered during his life before he was banished from the realm. The Chaos Door was insanely rich for a fifth-dimensional entity, but his wealth could never equal those of a seventh-dimensional being, what Rowan held were treasures that were supposed to fill up four of his Supreme Circles, a technique meant for a prospective Primordial. ® Rowan stood still for a moment before he looked to the sky and addressed the presence he was sensing in the distance, "Your tether no longer resides in this realm and your time here is short, unless you want to experience the wrath of this realm, I suggest you state your business quickly." A lovely feminine chuckle emerged from the distance, that suddenly became clear as if the laughter had traveled to Rowan's side in the blink of an eye, which was not far from the truth because the space where the Memory of the blue snake had once resided began to bubble and the Memory returned from that past into this present, all this was being done in an area where time was supposedly frozen. This was the suppression of higher dimensional abilities over their lessers. An average immortal in the Supreme Circles would have no defense against the power of a fourth-dimensional being who could control time, and Rowan whose soul controlled fourth-dimensional time powers was helpless against someone that controlled the higher dimensional ability of space-time, and Memory/Mind and whatever powers that a seventh-dimensional entity held. Labaletai's confession fully confirmed that this danger was a seventh-dimensional being, an ancient entity born during the Primordial Era. There was always a price for power and although he thought he had escaped from the sphere of Chaos by banishing his intent, that turned out not to be the case, and now he had to deal with this new crisis. Rowan had been able to easily suppress the Shiik who was in the fifth dimension because of the overwhelming power of his time-related abilities that suppressed every control she had over space, but that suppression should not work against a seventh-dimensional being.