If Thenos would have to curse anyone he would simply have to curse his fate and his fatal bad luck to be paired against someone like Rowan who could counter most of his abilities when he was at the weakest. The moment that Rowan had determined that he would sacrifice anything to kill Thenos, then with the potential and power he had built over the years, such a statement carried great weight. Rowan had been able to read almost all the moves that the titan was going to make and he made sure that he placed counter to all of them, and he began this battle on his terms, dictating its entire flow. He began by attacking Thenos with weapons to trick the titan into revealing a form that was geared towards fighting in melee before Rowan changed his attack pattern to range with spells. Thenos had millions of bloodline talents buried inside of him, but due to the constraint of energy, he could not unleash all of them at once, and so facing different situations he would use the best methods to achieve victory. The titan was running out of time and energy, so he had selected the best bloodline talents that would have dominated Rowan, but he was simply played like a fiddle when it used the template of Rowan being a melee-based fighter to pattern the bloodline abilities that he would use to fight him. Of course in a normal situation with Thenos having enough energy, he would not bother with trying to pattern his abilities according to his enemy’s weaknesses but simply overwhelm them with power. It was a shame that from the start, he never really had a choice in the decisions he was making. ® When Berrion the Undying had pushed the corrupted darkness of Tenebris inside of Thenos, he did it only to slow down the awakening of this titan, but due to a certain unknown mutation inside the corpse of Thenos, the darkness had transformed into something more fatal, causing Thenos more difficulty to get rid of and further lessening his sanity and overall consciousness power, and it was this corruption that was inside of Thenos that was preventing him to use his greatest weapon, and that weapon was not his talents or the Singularity, but the Primordial Essence that was still inside of him. This Essence had been saved up over countless Eons, and if Thenos had been able to use it, then it was a simple thing for him to cast out the weaknesses of his flesh, pushing his body to the peak and refilling all of his energy stores. In a single stroke, Thenos could have pushed himself to the peak of his powers. However, there was a catch that held him back. Wielding infinite power required a mind that was almost infinite in scope, and under the madness of his nature, the corruption inside of him, and in addition to the crippling pain that was ravaging his consciousness in endless waves, Thenos could not access this power. Nonetheless, with the arrival of death, the titan did not care about all of these debilitating statuses and he began to push his consciousness towards the four droplets of Primordial Essence that were placed deep inside his soul by the World Stele. This would be his only salvation, his Singularity had been torn from him, his mind had been broken and he had no allies to aid him. It did not matter if wielding the Primordial Essence in such a state would tear his mind to pieces, it was better to die in his quest to save himself than to perish without trying his best to survive Rowan could detect the moment Thenos began to push his consciousness toward the Primordial Essence, abandoning any hope to defend himself and focusing on survival with such maniacal intensity that it was honestly admirable, and his gaze went cold. Explore more at freewebnovel With a portion of his mind, he triggered the traps he had placed deep inside of Thenos, activating them to their fullest potential—all this time he had been utilizing them at barely thirty percent of their full might because he did not want Thenos to become used to the pain. For any normal immortal, even a fraction of the percent of the pain that Theno was experiencing would cripple them, but Thenos was not a normal immortal, and he had been able to push through, but at hundred percent, even Rowan shuddered at this level of pain. The titan screamed, black tears pouring out from a thousand faces, he begged for mercy, for release from the pain… Thenos begged for death. Multiple eyes peered towards the two forces of creation and destruction that had settled over his body and were slowly coming together and he reached towards it like a child seeking the warmth of a parent on a cold night, he no longer craved to dominate all life, he simply wanted the pain to stop. In a barely intelligible voice, he whispered, "Please, let it end…" "If that is your wish." Rowan clasped his palms together, and a singularity was born, covering Thenos in his entirety. The Singularity barely lasted for a tiny fraction of a moment but when it vanished, Rowan collapsed to his knees, breathing harshly because his entire stores of energy had been wiped out, and his dimensional soul shrank until it was barely the size of a mortal’s. Yet this was the least of the price he had just paid. Rowan did not regret it if the price he paid for summoning such power was the complete eradication of Thenos. Where the corrupted titan once stood was now a space filled with nothingness, the fortress had been melted open like snow tossed inside an erupting volcano, and the only thing left behind were four gleaming droplets of Primordial Essence. Rowan finally collapsed to the ground when he saw that Thenos was no more, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as nausea and pain filled every part of his soul, he curled up on himself and endured the pain in silence. The pain that drove Thenos to his death, Rowan had to experience that pain, a hundred times over. Weariness filled his consciousness and he desired nothing else but to sleep for eons, nearly a billion years of preparation had been squeezed into a single day of near-endless battles, and approaching the end of it all, he wondered if his stamina was enough. A cool sensation poured into his head, as a warm hand was placed on his chest. He opened his eyes to see Eva kneeling over him, tiny beads of sweat began to emerge from her brows as she pushed the essence of her soul into Rowan. Slapping her hand away, Rowan’s body shimmered and he vanished only to reappear on his feet a moment later, Eva shakily stood up as she groaned, fear and shock in her eyes, "How vast is your soul? It was almost as if I was pouring my soul essence inside an endless abyss." Rowan looked at her for a moment, fury rising in his heart before he suppressed it, shaking away the emotions that came with having a weak soul, he spoke softly to Eva, "Do not do that again." Eva’s eyes widened in astonishment and there was a bit of hurt inside them before annoyance took its place, "You needed my help." "No, what I needed was space!" Rowan growled and moved away from her, he walked slowly, his back was bent as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, but with every step he took he slowly grew bigger and his back straighter. He walked towards the nothingness in front of him and he took out the last golden book, this was the only container he had that could store Primordial Essence and he opened the first page. Gesturing towards the Essence, he closed his eyes and rested, he knew that it would take a bit of time for the Essence to be lured into the golden book, and this should give him enough time to rest. Brushing Eva off was painful but necessary, at the moment she stayed by his side and poured soul essence inside of him, his dimensional soul that was patched had nearly swallowed everything she had to offer, and what made it worse was that he was aware, and he did not want to stop.