Rowan was not that invested in the battle, he could already infer who was going to win it. The Celestial Creator may be powerful, but it was obvious to him that he was not here with his true body, and this was just a projection. No matter how powerful he was, things had changed with Vyraak that he could no longer equal what this dragon had become. The weapon he had given Vyraak was a Proto-Source Level Treasure and was as close to a Source Level Treasure as Rowan could ever make it. This blade was amongst the most potent killing treasures he had ever created, which, for Rowan, was saying something. In addition to all of that, there was the fact that he had imbued the weapon with his Weapon Master’s trait in its blooming consciousness, making whoever wielded the blade have the possibility of matching Rowan’s martial prowess in the field of weapons. In the hands of Vyraak, an eighth-dimensional immortal, this Proto-Source Level Treasure that he had chosen to call Red Moonlight Blade would showcase its powers to the fullest measure. As a benefit of holding such a weapon, Vyraak’s evolution had been supercharged, and he was no longer wearing the flesh of a Dragon, he could now be considered a true Dragon God. This was the obvious path to a being who had mastered his Destiny, but without a fitting guide that could channel all his powers in a singular direction, Vyraak was left a bumbling titan with no path forward. This weapon showed him a path, elevating him to something that would have taken an extreme amount of time and enlightenment to become. Finding the perfect weapon to suit the needs of Vyraak was not a particularly hard task for Rowan after all the experiences he had in crafting his Supreme Circle, learning about every technique made in the Supreme Era, and being the father of countless children inside his dimension. However, Rowan gave all of these presents, including rescuing Vyraak from death, in order to see that presence that had nearly faded inside the body of the dying dragon, and he was rewarded for his actions because he could sense that the presence was growing, which was a step forward in deciphering its secrets. It was a frustrating thing to feel a great sense of familiarity but not be able to trace where that feeling originated from. Rowan had interfered in the life of this immortal and may have drawn a target on his back from an unknown Celestial Creator for a reason and he had a plan to tease out the answers from the depths of Vyraak’s mind even if it meant bringing him back from death again and again. At his level of power, Rowan understood that there were very few things that could shield his mind from discovering the truth inside the body of Vyraak, and the most obvious were issues that were related to Primordials, specifically Oblivion. A power that Primordial Chaos had been stealing to cover his tracks all throughout reality. However, he knew that while he was in the lower realms, coupled with the shielding effects he believed his first and second dimensions had over his consciousness, Oblivion could not mask his senses. If this was the work of Primordial Chaos, it was not related to Oblivion. That left other Primordial’s powers, and Rowan was not as familiar with them as he would have liked, but he was still rapidly processing all the encounters he had in his life, making deductions and steadily pushing towards the truths while observing the power inside of Vyraak. There must be a reason his intuition was screaming at him that what was inside this immortal was very important to him. ® From the souls of the inhabitants of this universe that he had gathered, he learned of the history of Vyraak, his great capabilities as a god, and the many accomplishments that he had made, however, when Vyraak left his home to traverse the universe he had been at the seventh-dimensional level, and even with his genius, taking the next step to the greatest level under Primordial was something that should take him an extremely long amount of time, countless trillions of years in the future, and an even extreme amount of resources. Rowan had also looked through Vyraak’s journey through the eyes of others, and he had also judged that even though the possibility for Vyraak to become an eighth-dimensional immortal was present, the odds of it happening was extremely low, primarily because of the cost, it was already amazing that Vyraak could become a seventh dimensional immortal, but that was because all the resources in his universe and many others had been channeled primarily to him, for him to become an eighth dimensional immortal, he would need resources from countless dimensions, and all had to be at least at the sixth-dimensional level. Even amongst the Primordial Domain, creating an eighth-dimensional immortal was extremely hard to accomplish, requiring extreme amounts of sacrifices and compromise. Somehow, Vyraak had been able to become an eighth-dimensional immortal, even if the price he paid was to live for a short time when he burned everything of himself and the Will of the universe. It was a touching story, but the problem here was that it was not enough. His sacrifice was too small. Even if Vyraak had a million more universe Wills to burn or a Fate that was a million times stronger, he should not be able to bridge the gap between the seventh and the eighth-dimensional state so easily. If the gap between the third and the fourth dimension was a vast chasm, then the gap that existed between the seventh and the eighth dimension was the endless gulf that existed between universes. There was no possibility for this to happen to Vyraak, and yet it did, and Rowan believed that the answer to that question lay in the unknown sensation that was teasing his senses. Even whilst this feeling was growing more apparent as time went by, there was still not much connection being made, and he felt as if there was a veil covering his senses from making the last bit of connection, but Rowan had a plan to break this lock. It was the Red Moonlight Blade. Made from his flesh during the crafting of his first Source Level Treasure, Wormtongue. It was a treasure that was an extension of Rowan’s sheer ability to manipulate the powers of the higher dimension. A treasure such as this blade had the ability to bind with its wielder so closely that it would essentially become another limb for Vyraak. With this deeper connection with the immortal, Rowan would have a clear path into his consciousness in order to tackle this unknown factor from the inside. Instead of investigating with just his senses, he would be borrowing Vyraak’s; as the Dragon God sent more of his Will, Fate, and Destiny into the weapon, Rowan was able to glean more information about him, as Vyraak slowly became an open book to him. This process did not take long to bear fruit as Rowan quickly detected that the source of abnormality he was detecting inside the Dragon God was coming from his soul, automatically, this reduced the number of suspects that had had to two; the Primordial of Time and Evil, mostly known as Primordial Time and the relatively unknown Primordial Soul, the supposed sister of Primordial Time, and of those two entities, he did not know which was worse. The fight between Vyraak and the Celestial Creator reached a feverish peak, and Rowan silently removed Wormtongue around the battlefield, and moments later, it happened. A bright flash, an explosion that would have leveled many universes if not for the brunt of it being absorbed by the Red Moonlight Blade, and Vyraak, stood victorious while roaring to the heavens, there was no one left to challenge him as the final explosion killed off all the Angels here, even till the moment of their death, never stopped kneeling. They did not even try to defend themselves. Even as the Dragon God luxuriated in his victory, the final veil shielding Rowan’s senses from what was inside the body of Vyraak was broken, and immediately he pulled back his mind, wrapped himself with Astrolabe; and Rowan vanished. Touching what was inside Vyraak’s soul had drawn him to a place that he had entered once. The Bloodline Source of the Primordial of Time and Evil. Inside Doom Star when he gained the bloodline of Time, he had been brought to this bloodline source and he had not only seen a vision of the past where the Primordials had been killing a Primordial Beast, the Torch Dragon, but he had also seen that the state of the bloodline source of Time and Evil had withered. What he saw now was alarming. The bloodline source of Primordial Time appeared to be recovering! He had never expected that touching the abnormality inside the soul of Vyraak would bring him to the bloodline source of the Primordial of Time and Evil, even though it had finally answered his question and solved the issue of the familiarity he was sensing from the dragon. Nonetheless, this matter has solved one of Rowan’s greatest questions that he never thought would be answered so quickly: what did the Primordial of Time do in those few moments that he appeared during the battle inside of Doom Star? Rowan and the World Stele, plus whoever was on the battlefield, was not even considered by the Primordial. He had appeared and left just as quickly, and by Rowan’s estimation, the Primordial had remained in reality for the barest fraction of a moment.