Rowan had one mantra going into this battle that would decide his fate going forward, it was a simple one that states; ’At your weakest appear to be at your strongest, and your strongest appear to be at your weakest.’ There were some mishaps along the way, but that was expected for a plan that was extremely complex. Overall, he thought that he had succeeded in following this mantra to a suitable conclusion. Before entering Doom Star with his newly resurrected body after traversing through the Nothingness for nearly a billion years, he was at his weakest, but he had entered into the realm with great commotion, drawing all eyes to him and proclaiming his power for all to see, he had even announced his presence with the words, "Do Primordials bleed?" All of this was to draw away attention from the eventual breaking of the Great Desert or that at this point he was not a fourth-dimensional immortal. All Rowan had was potential, an endless potential that had been brewing for years, and as the battle began, Rowan knew that his greatest challenge was to appear strong for long enough until he could truly become strong. This was the reason that he had not summoned his vast armies and his great Angels to the front lines to battle with the Eye of Time, he was simply pushing a front of strength when most of his weapons were hidden. It was a hard thing to bluff the great powers here, but Rowan had learned from the best and he had preserved his momentum until the time it was needed. He had made all the right plans, but he had still nearly failed when Nemesis disregarded the allure of the flesh of Time and came for Rowan. ’The greedy little thief,’ Rowan had proclaimed in exasperation inside his heart. Perhaps it was because it could sense that the nature of Rowan was extremely strange, not falling under any known life form in existence or maybe it was the pieces of Time that Rowan had swallowed and was struggling to keep inside of him or it could be that Rowan had not deceived it as well as he had once thought. In any case, as the World Stele used the powers of the Calamity Suns to hold back the Eye of Time, Nemesis came for him, and under the heavy constraint he was facing as he held onto the pieces of the Eye of Time that he had seized, he could not defend himself. Nemesis had poised over him, maws opened wide as it surged forward to consume what could be considered one of the priciest meals in all of existence, and then Rowan sensed the completion of his plan a moment before the impact slammed into his consciousness. ® What happened next was a firm reminder to Rowan that perception was everything. What one could see when standing on the ground was very different from when standing on the top of a mountain, and when that individual was standing outside the planet itself, then the true face of their reality could be known. He was the individual who at first stood on the ground, then slowly climbed on the mountaintop and now he was outside the planet itself, and the sight that he could see was different, the truth that he could comprehend was also different. Rowan’s gamble into the nature of existence had worked, and at the foundations of the Great Desert he had found traces of the Primordial Beasts, in the moment that Staff tore the desert asunder, Rowan’s formation touched those traces and one of the entities whose presence had once shaken the reality of that time were revealed to his senses. He did not know what to expect, the visions he had once seen of a Primordial Beast came from the Memory of Time which was directed toward the members of its bloodline, and so it was constrained by the perception of the Primordial of Time, what Rowan was about to touch was direct traces of a Primordial creature, who had once shared the same realms of power with Primordials themselves. This Primordial Beast had existed in a time when time did not exist, and it was so massive in size that it beggars imagination, making his Primordial Ouroboros resemble a tiny maggot, and somehow Rowan understood that he was only seeing only a small portion of this creature. Like reading about the description of a being and not the real being itself. Except he crushed the entire Great Desert and carefully sifted through its remains, Rowan would have to be content with what he had gained from the traces he had just collected, but for him, it was enough, to call forth those ancient powers whose slumber were deep, and in most times, only a name was needed, and Rowan had comprehended that name, almost as if the Primordial Beast was sending it directly into his consciousness. The name yearned to be spoken, and it held Rowan’s consciousness in a vice grip, its hunger was something that as a Primordial Ouroboros Serpent, he understood. This hunger made Rowan realize that similar to Primordials who couldn’t be killed in a conventional sense, only weakened and banished, Primordial Beasts could not be killed. Rowan was beginning to realize that there was a special power gained by higher dimensional immortals that made them incredibly hard to kill, and that trait when placed into ninth-dimensional creatures like Primordials, then this concept of true immortality was taken to the extreme. To kill the Primordial Beasts, it was not enough to simply use their bodies and souls as fuel for reality, their entire existence needed to be wiped out, and no traces of their name were to be mentioned, because that would slowly awaken them. The hunger of the Primordial Beast tore at Rowan’s consciousness, screaming at him in a tongue that was ancient beyond reason to speak its name… and Rowan did, after all, everything hinges on him calling forth the powers of the Primordial Beast, "Divus…" The knowledge of this name drew out Rowan’s consciousness and he was sent into a strange realm where the earth was the sky, and the sky was the earth. The earth above was not a true land, instead, it resembled the bloody insides of a beast, almost as if he had been swallowed into a stomach that had been ravaged by an unknown weapon, and although the earth that was now the sky did not bleed, it seemed to be heavy. The sky was colorless, but there was a taste of salt in the air, it was almost as if the sky was made from tears that had long been dried by the wind, and so had been infused into the wind, to create something that was and also not. Sitting on the empty sky on a throne made from sand and blood was a woman with the horns of a dragon and the tail of a bull. She was naked, her form exuding immense strength and a potent attraction that would break the minds of any immortal who saw her body, and even Rowan despite the powers of his consciousness and the strength of his bloodline, had nearly fallen to her charms. Rowan was used to his consciousness being drawn into spaces like these, and with his increasing experience he knew that what he was inside of was a dimension, more precisely, this was a Memory Dimension, but one that was both whole and broken at the same time, like a reflection of the real thing, yet this reflection of a memory possessed powers that were unfathomable. With his experience being drawn into realms like this, Rowan had quickly covered himself in a shade of darkness, making him appear to be nothing but a smudge of darkness inside the immensity of this memory, but then the woman, no, the Primordial Beast opened her eyes, and Rowan knew he could not be hidden from her gaze, 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢 "Ouroboros… So you have awakened." The voice of the Primordial Beast nearly drove Rowan insane, it triggered such a rush of emotions inside his consciousness that nearly tore him apart, from lust, hunger, rage, sadness, joy, sorrow, love, and many other shades in between all these emotions, and they came at him with a flood that sent alarm bells ringing across every inch of his consciousness. Rowan was nowhere near the level where he could be spoken to directly by a being who had reached the ninth dimension.