"My Will is singular in all of reality, and my function important, without me the wicked shall go unpunished and the lamentations of the fallen shall break down all the heavens." The cries of Nemesis fell on deaf ears, as Rowan perceived the forces of the Eye of Time and Gothra’Inul coming closer to his position. All of this was wordplay, and Rowan did not believe that sealing Nemesis would cause such catastrophic changes in reality, and he did not care if it did, his reality was safe and sound. If the heavens fell if there was no one else to catch it, then he would step up. Besides, even if everything turned out to be incredibly bad, by its admission, Nemesis said it had a singular Will, meaning it was the only kind in all of reality, and if that was the case for all eighth-dimensional entities then Rowan would simply have to swallow the Will of Nemesis when the time came, the same way he did to Shisu when he collected his Will of Hate, but the degree of difficulty would be very different. It was not easy to swallow an eighth-dimensional being inside his blade, but his energy stores were more than enough to handle the strain of sealing Nemesis. Fueling the blade was not a matter of energy or essence because the destroyer on its own could produce enough energy to power itself, it was more of a matter of willpower. Rowan’s consciousness would have to be powerful enough to wrestle an unwilling eighth-dimensional entity into his blade, but the new traits of his Aether and Essence were now showing their unique aspects because they acted as tiny mini-consciousnesses that were pulling on the Will Chains alongside Rowan’s consciousness. Even when he was not paying attention, he could hear the cries of trillions of Aether droplets and Essence crystals screaming, "Pull… Pull… put your backs into it!!!" From its millions of mouths, Nemesis screamed its warning of desolation once again, it could not fight against the forces of the blade and so it sought to use fear, in no moment did it consider begging Rowan, even if it did, it would not work, perhaps Nemesis understood that, and as a third of its body was sucked into the Destroyer, the panic in its heart grew to feverish heights, "Three times till Chaos calls, three times until my oath must be renewed, or the prison shall break. The end of all things shall begin… Primordials shall war!" Rowan simply exerted more power, funneling them into the Destroyer who responded by bursting out with more Will chains. Nemesis roared and strained against its bindings, the chains tearing large lacerations on its body of darkness that was taking the form of flesh as it struggled for any chance of survival, but it could not escape, new chains surged into its many mouths and eyes, digging into every orifice in his body and pulling it into the endless depths of the Destroyer. With the full understanding dawning on Nemesis that it had fallen into the hands of someone who could not be shaken, it screamed out into reality, "Father… Save me!" Rowan’s clear eyes shrunk a bit and he clenched his right hand, and a second Great Sword appeared within his fist, but this one did not resemble a piece of the universe; instead, it was black like the endless void, and a black flame burned along its length that sucked in all the light. He was wielding the Cherubim Sundown for its unnatural speed, not including Andar, amongst all his Celestial children, Sundown was the fastest. Rowan’s arms vibrated as he activated the Aspect he had gained while slaughtering an entire race of outer-dimensional creatures, Weapon Master, and the skill that came with it, Realm Blade. This skill was assimilated by Sundown and the Cherubim howled his glee at the vicious power of the Creator flowing through his metallic veins. Sundown was already ridiculously fast, and Realm Blade coated its edge with the power to effortlessly slice through every realm until it could reach the famed dimension of speed that only the fastest entities in reality could touch, making the blade even in the almost frozen time state that higher dimensional beings operate to become a blur that could barely be perceived by the senses, and yet that was all he could apparently do to endure the onslaught from the Eye of Time and Gothra’Inul. The Eye of Time no longer took the shape of a halberd, but a creature made from seemingly endless blades and fury, like an unrelenting tornado it struck out at Rowan, shapeless and formless, the Eye of Time was striking at Rowan from every direction, and each of his blows came with such profound manifestations of power that it could kill seventh-dimensional entities in a few blows, and Rowan had endured millions of such blows in a few seconds. With every blow the Eye of Time made, it was screaming its fury and fear. Rowan might have seemed to have taken a long time to evolve, but in the time frame that mortals could understand, he had only taken seven seconds before he had leaped from the third dimension to the fifth. The Eye of Time could not tell if Rowan was about to experience another spike in power and that scared it more than anything. In less than seven seconds, Rowan had transformed from being crushed by a single blow from the Eye and now he was holding his own and there did not seem to be any sense that he was being strained by all of this. Rowan could feel the webs of time trying to ensnare his body at every moment, but he was immune to the touch of time, not only because he was now a new reality that was separated from all of reality, but because he controlled his source of time. Without the power of its Will, then the Eye of Time would have to use other tools to bring him down. Every blow from the Eye of Time that was supposed to easily slice him into pieces was being blocked, deflected, and sent back by Rowan, his Essence seemingly unending. On the other end of the spectrum was Gothra’Inul who was like a viper, placing himself at a distance and launching deadly bolts of silvery ice that contained his Will of Pain, every bolt was searching for any hint of vulnerability in Rowan’s defenses, and in the short moment of their clash, the power that was generated was enough to light up the expanse for countless trillions of miles, and the shockwaves crushed what was left of the falling debris of Doom Star. No entity that was born and lived in the realm of Doom Star could have withstood the power being unleashed at the center of that maelstrom, as three titans clashed. Still dragging the wailing Nemesis who was halfway into his Destroyer, Rowan as a fifth-dimensional entity who had not yet had the time to fully actualize his powers so that he would boost himself to the peak, was fighting against what could be considered three eighth-dimensional entities at the same time, and yet his gaze was cold and calculating, there was no panic in his eyes, as a lot of things might have seemed to have gone wrong, but this was among the best outcome that he could have envisioned. In one form or another all three eighth-dimensional entities were weakened, not fighting at their full potential, and this was not by accident but was carefully engineered by Rowan to give him a fighting chance in this battle. His Knowledge Well Chamber was pushing itself past a hundred percent efficiency to follow the battle and give him a chance… There! Erupting out with the power of Ascension at full blast, Rowan seemed to transform into the largest sun in existence as Sundown drew upon the impossible power generated by Rowan’s dimensional flesh, and in that instant, the brightness of Rowan turned dark, and Sundown exploded with radiance. The Cherubim became everything that could be seen in existence. Inside this blade was a power that was a thousand times greater than what Rowan had collected from Staff! Rowan attacked. Sundown shrieked as it cut through the assault from the Eye of Time, blasting it away, as it was covered by a Celestial flame that burned black, pieces of itself were flung out for countless miles and its shrieks of pure agony rippled across eternity. Rowan reversed the blade and thrust at Gothra’Inul, his body instantly crossing the distance that separated them. He had blasted away the Eye of Time using thirty percent of the power in this blade, and the remaining seventy percent was focused on this single thrust.