At this point in his life, Rowan had encountered extremely destructive events, entire universes crumbling to ash, hundreds of dimensions broken by the whims of the mighty, merely a while back, in the presence of death, this universe that he inhabited had ended in a blink of an eye, and yet with all the scenes of destruction that he had seen, there was something different about the fall of Sheol, because it was natural as if this was the end result of its path, Rowan had only accelerated that process. There was great knowledge and power that he had yet to claim from Sheol, but he knew that this was a price of change. He could not get everything that he wanted, and in the end, it was not as if he was going to lose out by much, because whatever powers Sheol contained were not going to be lost, they would simply be transformed. The longer that he observed the fall of the city, the more he began to notice that Sheol was not being destroyed; it was more like it was collapsing, rather it could be said that it was shrinking. Massive buildings folded into themselves as the walls that surrounded them were reduced to thin paper sheets which melded into other parts of the city that were also becoming infinitely smaller. The collapse of these two bloodlines was awe-inspiring to watch, and Rowan was able to use his power over time to infer what would be coming next, and he was able to trace that all of these changes were being directed at a point that had first been invisible but soon became apparent to Rowan as to be the source of all the transitions happening to his bloodlines. This unknown point was to be the core of his new bloodline Serathis. The massive Tree of Desire began to collapse in earnest, its songs beginning to fade, its massive trunk bleeding brown dusty flakes that fell like snow, making the entire tree seem like it had transformed into a collapsing sculpture made of sand. The endless sea of Primordial Oceans that almost seemed to be infinite for a long time, visibly shrank with every passing moment and all of these powers were being transferred to that invisible core of Serathis hovering in the center of his dimension, just above his massive golden skull that was about to be completed as the bloodline of Origin Ouroboros had nearly completed its transformation. More quickly than it should have ever been possible, the core of Serathis absorbed everything from his previous Primordial bloodlines, and they vanished from his sight, no longer to be seen in existence. The Core that was left shone brightly for a second before the light dimmed and Serathis appeared before him. It was an unassuming grey orb that was the size of an egg. Rowan did not look down on Serathis even though the wave of power he could sense from this orb was extremely minuscule, yet, it was unfathomable deep. It had to be to swallow two Primordial bloodlines and not just any Primordial bloodlines, but bloodlines that had been mutated by Rowan’s dimensional flesh to become something extremely powerful, nonetheless, Serathis had swallowed all of that power and it still felt hungry. Rowan observed this orb for a while, and he finally affirmed his connection with it, merging his Will and Intent into this bloodline, and it transformed. First, there was a ripple along the surface of the orb, and then a dense lifeforce erupted from it, a lifeforce that was so powerful that it began to rebuild Rowan’s flesh atop his golden skeleton. This would be his second district, the New Haven for his Angels, and any of his children who leaned towards this aspect of his powers. However regrowing his dimensional flesh was just the result of unveiling Serathis, the true mystery of this bloodline was beginning to unveil itself before Rowan’s consciousness, and he went deeper into it, his mind far more powerful than it was when he gained his Primordial Bloodline, making it possible for him to understand more at the beginning, giving him the chance to save millions of years of experimentation and familiarization with his new bloodline. The deeper he pushed his consciousness into Serathis, the more he began to learn that although this was his bloodline, he still had much to learn about it because it was different from any Primordial bloodlines that he had come across, there was almost no connection that he could see between one node and the other, as everything seemed both haphazard yet harmonious at the same time, at a glance, it was almost impossible to imagine how this bloodline could even function, but if there was anyone that could achieve such a thing, it would be him, he only needed time. In the same way that he was pushing his consciousness into Serathis, he was doing the same to his Origin Ouroboros which had also gained a similar sort of transformation, and since his consciousness was powerful enough to achieve more tasks, he melded it with his dimensional soul who had been unraveling the mystery of his last bloodline, Chronomancer Prime. Unlike Serathis or Ouroboros, Chronomancer Prime existed in his dimensional soul, and if this bloodline was originally meant to be an ephemeral concept suitable for his soul alone, the characteristic of his dimensional soul had transformed it so it could take on corporeal traits like his two other bloodlines. In essence, in Rowan’s hands was the power to make Time itself into a physical substance. As far as he could tell, such a power was only available to Primordials, a case in point was the Eye of Time which was a physical representation of time. Its purplish crystal body was Time made flesh. Rowan pulled upon this bloodline, and transforming it into the realm of the physical, he began to create the web that would bound his flesh to the skeleton and also used it to create his skin. This would be his final district. It was a delicate process that he used in reforging his body while using the powers of his Class, he was like a child learning to walk, but with every moment that passed he was getting better at understanding the subtle intricacies that dwelled within his Class, and his insight over his Origin bloodline was deepening. Rowan was also reminded that throughout this process of rebuilding his body, he had not been using any sort of energy, it was as if his Origin bloodline did not need any energy to operate, which was a ridiculous concept if that was to be the case. As the rebuilding of his body became more advanced, Rowan simultaneously reached a deeper understanding of his Serathis and Chronomancer Prime bloodline and he paused, his consciousness going through the result one more time so that he could confirm what he had just detected. "Hmm, how strange. It would seem that my life going forward would have some rather interesting changes." Deep inside his new bloodlines were similar traits to those of his Ouroboros, and these traits were rapidly maturing, if his inference was correct, what it meant was that his two new bloodlines were about to come to life! His serpents were the Avatar of his Origin Ouroboros Bloodline, and it would seem that these traits had been transferred to his two new bloodlines, and their Avatar was being formed as he was watching. Experience tales at freewebnovel This process was happening deep inside the core of these two bloodlines, and only Rowan’s enhanced understanding of the dynamics of power and the influence of his Class had allowed him to glimpse this process during its formation. As he watched this procedure closely, a revelation about his Class and his path forward swept through his consciousness and his understanding of what it meant to be an Eclipsed Creator deepened. His Origin Ouroboros bloodline was Destruction, it covered the cold and dark places that all would encounter at the end of their life, it was the flames that wiped the world clean, and Serathis was Creation, it would be the force that regrew the bud of life from the ashes left behind by destruction, and Chronomancer Prime was the bridge of Fate that balanced these two powers, all three were necessary for him to become the beginning and the end. In acknowledgment of his new role, his mind seemed to freeze and Rowan fell into a daze, for a while, he knew no more as his consciousness fell into a slumber, but the recreation of his body did not stop, instead, it accelerated. The mighty mound of ash that was once his body had entirely vanished, Rowan had been reborn anew, and this time he was in the form of a seven-year-old boy, but his palms alone could hold a hundred galaxies. His legs were folded to his chest and his hands of destruction had been merged into his flesh, and he no longer looked incomplete, he seemed to be sleeping, his chest slowly rising and falling, and under his head were the flames of death, and Rowan had used it as his pillow.