A terrifying wave of formless intent was arising from the ocean of Memory behind Rowan, and as much as he would like to luxuriate in the momentum of reaching the peak of the sixth-dimensional level, there was still much to do and danger surrounded him that was rapidly growing closer. The memory of his dimensional soul had fused with him almost instantaneously, and this slight delay was simply because of the ridiculous amount of data that his dimensional soul had gathered from his speculations using the enhanced abilities of his Will of Truth, Limbo, and fifty million years of war with the Primordial Domains from the Map. This amount of data was almost infinite in size and despite Rowan's ridiculous processing powers, there was still a slight delay before he could absorb all of these data. Rowan's understanding of Reality just jumped from a hundred straight to a billion in an instant, but his consciousness pillars in their millions adjusted for this influx of information and he took the briefest moment to fully understand his situation, and then set up the next steps he would be taking and the expected responses from the Primordials and other dimensional powers around Reality. A mind like his own could not be overly influenced by outside factors, Rowan's character had become set, and the responses that he would give were already expected by his soul and there were no clashes between their ideals. There were so many things he should be doing at this time and to his expansive mind, Rowan had no problem focusing on all of them, even as his consciousness began to spread out from his body and they touched Seed and Elura. He already knew what he was going to be doing to these father and daughter from the moment they killed Maeve, the only thing that changed were the tools that he had to accomplish his intent. Rowan was not someone who luxuriated in sadism and revenge, but he believed in responding with a greater amount of force when harm was done against him and those he cared for. The fury that swept through him was cold and poisonous, but Rowan held all of that on a leash because he knew that his anger would be useless if he did not have the tools to face these two before him, not even counting the massive formless force arising from the ocean beneath him which brought a feeling of danger that was flooding his senses. His dimensional soul triggered his World Bearer Title and his dimensional flesh remerged his Origin Land with his flesh even as he called upon his Origin Bloodlines to completely activate them, so his Class as an Eclipsed Creator could be unleashed. If Rowan had been at the fifth-dimensional level then what he was about to do would have been a foolish set of actions, due to the fact that he would have no time to finish his ascension before Seed and Elura would stop him, or the intent of Primordial Life rising from beneath him would crush him like a bug, but as a sixth-dimensional being, he had more options in his sleeve. Rowan's foundations were so substantial as a sixth-dimensional being that the options available to him could be considered to be quite inconceivable, and in this case, with the amount of energy that he had available plus the mysteries that he understood of time, space, and memory, Rowan took advantage of his unique abilities as he began his Ascension in the past and tied it to the present! The evidence of this change was the great storm that was ravaging Reality, which began three days ago. His ascension which should have taken hours at the earliest or even years if he wanted to properly refine his powers, became instantaneous, as two impossible things happened at the same time. Rowan's eyes opened and the red blade shot out of his body and fell on his right hand as he took a single step, appearing behind Seed and Elura. Seed turned to look at Rowan and hiding the disquietness in his eyes he laughed, "My dear boy, certainly a show that…" "Bang!!" Rowan struck him on his chest with a kick, placing one percent of the force that his dimensional flesh was capable of setting loose, but this was enough to crush every bone in Seed's torso as he was sent flying toward the green ocean of memory, green blood burst out of his body and the moment he impacted against the ocean, the rising intent of Primordial Life slammed into him and his cry of pain and fear could be heard all over the Land of Miracle. The moment he had launched Seed towards the ocean, Rowan's right hand already seized Elura by her throat, and the red blade was buried into her heart in the next moment making her entire body seize up in shock as the ravages of Caine's power flooded through her flesh. He was moving so quickly that Elura had not even fully realized what was happening, but Rowan had already twisted her head to the side as he whispered into her ears, "Her name… say it." Elura was in shock as she gasped, "Wha—what do you mean?" An unknown orange rune was growing on her forehead that Elura in her befuddled state did not realize, but what Rowan said next made her scream in panic, "The name of my real mother, say her name!" Before she could respond, the orange rune shone bright and Elura's body was sucked into it, and she vanished, only her cries of pain and shock were left in the air. Seed who had been hurled into the distance was too far away to stop Rowan and he screamed in anger as he drove downward, "What did you do? Where is Elura?" Rowan sneered, as lightning from the storm flashed above and his delicate features at this moment transformed into those of a merciless reaper, "A life for a life old man," A FEW DAYS BACK. Rowan had been thrown into the Memory of Primordial Life as a mortal, and not long after, a great storm had begun to ravage Reality with two immortal eyes above it that drowned the soul of anyone who peered into them for long, and this storm had been especially strong inside the Land of Miracle. The dimensional soul of Rowan had seen this storm that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere and had detected that this was a design of his making, but before this dimensional soul could understand what was happening it was propelled into the past, one year ago, and he began to follow the instructions from his dimensional flesh as he headed into the nothingness. What the dimensional soul did not have the time to comprehend was that even before it was sent into the past, another change happened, which was this storm, and the truth was that this change was triggered by the act of his return from the past to this future where he could give Rowan all the information gathered from Limbo, and with the information, Rowan was able to act in the past before he sent the dimensional soul deeper in the past! In a manner of speaking, the Fate of the dimensional soul had already been placed in motion three days ago, and now only when body and soul were completed could the full picture of the past, present, and future be completed. It was a bit strange to understand but Rowan was a truly multi-dimensional entity the likes of which reality had never seen, and the effects of his actions could take place even before the cause. This was the true power of a being with the potential that equaled and exceeded a Primordial. Three days ago he was a broken mortal, but with the impossible powers of his memory dimension, paired with time and space, he could carry over his immortal consciousness from the future and place it beside his mortal flesh from the past. Triggering so many changes in his body required the aid of the Primordial Record and Rowan summoned it, going through his status with a glance. He saw great developments that needed to be looked into and he decided the scope of what should be unleashed, the questions he needed to ask this unique Singularity about Limbo were repeatedly checked before Rowan shelved it aside because he decided that even if he knew more information, it would not do anything to change his decision. Before moving toward the Land of Miracle and meeting up with Seed, all of his preparations had been complete, he only needed to give the go-ahead to the Primordial Record and it should trigger the changes he had already set down. When he began his bloodline ascension as he merged them with his Origin Land, then for a very brief moment his mind would be lost, but with the Primordial Record that was following every step of his ascension, it should be able to ensure that Rowan's bloodlines did not go haywire in that slim window, or the effect would be catastrophic. A call emerged from his consciousness that spread into his Origin Land, it was a call for summoning, and throughout his Origin Land, old powers that were laid down began to stir. His bloodline Avatars appeared and surrounded his immortal consciousness. Serathis whose form was that of a dryad, with glowing green skin, a dress that seemed to be woven out of emerald gems, and eyes that glowed white like the center of the sun stood directly opposite him and smiled. There was no longer any hint of childishness in those eyes, the short window where they were truly infants was gone, and Rowan knew that the memories of their childhood were something that he would cherish forever, his consciousness that was in the form of a golden cloud replied to her smile with his own. In the form of Serathis could be seen glimpses of her roots, both from Primordial Light, Primordial Life, and Primordial Soul. There were expectations in her eyes that burned the surrounding space and shook his Origin Land as she bowed before Rowan, her dress spreading around her like a blooming flower. Beside her were the six Avatars of the Origin Ouroboros, taking the form of divine statues made from living gold with thin armor that looked like the scales of a dragon, the only fully realized serpent appeared to be female for she was the one who had taken the essence of Divus the Primordial Beast while the remaining five were still without any essence and so they appeared androgynous. The personalities of his Ouroboros Serpents would be finalized when he finished consuming all the Primordial Beasts that were left, and so before then Divus was their leader. When they knelt before him on one knee, his Origin Land shook, they might appear to take a humanoid form, but each of the Origin Ouroboros Serpents here were still primal serpents whose size and weight would crush Reality, and in the time of battle they would shed this humanoid skin and take their real form as reality ending serpents. In them, Rowan could see their roots, from Primordial Chaos, Primordial Time, and the Primordial Beasts, all merged together in harmony. Finally, there was the Avatar of Chronomacer Prime who resembled a young, handsome boy, wearing a three-piece suit and had eyes that were filled with countless golden hourglasses. In his form, Rowan could clearly see the influence of Primordial Time, and now that he was familiar with it, he could also see the presence of Primordial Memory in the treasures that surrounded this Avatar, from the hourglass watch in his pocket to his intricate black suit and coat. All of these were treasures that he was born with, and if there was any Primordial that was associated with treasures, it was Primordial Memory. It would have been a mystery to him how Primordial Memory had been able to secretly influence the root of his bloodlines if he had not seen the massive web spun all over reality by this Primordial. Rowan whispered to himself, "It is time." With the billions of tribulations he had faced in his quest to rid his mind of the Fractures, Rowan had lived billions of lives and taken himself apart at the core, and now before the fight, he reminisces, "I have worn the stars as a crown, And the dust of empires as my shroud. I have whispered to the tides of time, And laughed with gods now long disavowed. A million million names have been my own— Some sung in glory, some lost to shame. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂 I have been the blade, the wound, the balm, The sinner, the saint, the spark, the flame. I watched the first dawn kiss the earth, And the last sigh of kings undone. Cities rise like fleeting dreams, Then crumble, one by one….