The Primordial Record

Vraegar may have lost most of his powers as a Scion of Darkness, yet, he was not displeased by this new form, far from it. The sheer power that he could feel flowing in his veins was intoxicating and different from anything he had ever known because there was a factor inside his body he had never felt before, it was endless potential.

Rowan had never known the feeling of having a shackle when he was ascending, he simply broke through every single power levels with no indication that there was any barrier stopping him, but that was not the same thing for every other creature, including someone like Fury.

There was always a shackle holding back an individual who wished to grow more powerful, and depending on each person, it may be as easy as piercing through a water bubble or breaking through a mountain, in simpler terms, it was the potential of an individual.

Vraegar had felt that barrier, even though it was incredibly easy for him to break through it, but it was there and as he grew stronger, the barrier he had to break through increased as well, because he was reaching the limit of his potential, but now that limit seemed to be nonexistent, or perhaps it was so high, it was quite impossible for him to know where it even started.

His body at the Rift State was almost as powerful as his body when he was in the Spirit Territory realm in the second Circle. He flapped his tiny wings that sparkled and began to laugh, disregarding the childish voice that emerged from his throat.

It was a joyful sound of a newly born Empyrean and the rain of blood that poured from the sky began to transform into red crystals that sparkled like diamonds hundreds of miles around Vraegar, and Rowan let the little dragon revel in its new form for a while.

Vraegar did not fly too high and he returned, but before it could begin making sounds of appreciation toward his father, Rowan sent it to the convoy, and when the bright light that denoted the Astrolabe being used came to an end around him.

Rowan sighed and looked at the devastated world around him with regrets, he now truly understood why power beyond the first great circle was banned from every minor world, the disaster such powers could inflict on them was unfathomable. The cost of life was mind-numbing.

He closed his eyes as another consciousness pillar went to sleep. What was left of his Berserker Clone faded into the breeze and the rain of blood covered it up, as in the wave of blood began to cover the entire earth.

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The other Berserker Clone arrived at the head of Erohim, and his Empyrean sense alongside his Knowledge well covered the giant head resting on the floor, and immediately his knowledge well began pulling an enormous amount of data from the skull, but there was always one prominent addition to the collected data, which was the presence of a growing danger.

The sense of danger it was presenting was chaotic, as if mixed with many different elements it was trying to resolve and Rowan's lack of information about the world was a crutch, but he was quickly closing that gap, and soon he would have true Omniscience.

Rowan was feeling disturbed by the sensation of danger still emanating from the god Erohim, even now that it lay dead before him.

A thought occurred to him. "isn't it more likely that Erohim would not fully die unless the last of his Divine Kingdom was consumed and until the last of his worshipers fade away? Even without his soul, were there still some parts of the god that were left?"

Using the Prince of Destruction Ohrox as an example, even after he was deemed thoroughly destroyed by the gods of Trion, there was still a possibility for his resurrection. The immortality of godlike beings was not a simple phenomenon and there were many factors that were involved to make putting anyone of them down permanently was a pain.

Although Rowan did not know if his devouring of Erohim Soul was enough to permanently kill the god, nevertheless he would bet there was no better option, and his bloodline was truly the bane of everything that was immortal. Maybe as an individual grows more powerful, they might begin to depend less on their soul, but if Rowan Were a betting man, he would bet on the opposite, that is, you would have to depend more on your soul than ever, the stronger you became.

Even if there were other options for Erohim to resurrect, he was not too worried about the few tens of thousands left that still worship Erohim, they were not enough, and if they grew to a sizable number to potentially resurrect the god in the far distant future, then Rowan would either be far more powerful that he would be able to snuff gods away with a single hand, or he would be dead.

He created another Berserker Clone and sent it over to collect back Envy, as the weapon was beginning to sulk. It had participated in the killing strike, but it wanted to be the one to finish off the god. He also collected Lady, as Rowan decided to keep the name of the Soul Killing blade of Dorian.

This weapon was similar to Envy, if he wanted to classify weapons such as these with extremely special effects, he would call them god class weapons, which should not be an overstatement because as far as he knew, these weapons were sentient.

Apart from these two weapons he had collected he had not seen their like in all the loot he had already taken from Jarkarr. The Spatial Storage he collected from the two governors had many powerful weapons, but none like these two.

They both seemed to have potential that could still be drawn on and developed, and Rowan was sure that weapons such as these should be really rare to find, and the fact that he had two of them was outstanding.

The Berserker Clone could hardly withstand the pressure of holding Envy and Lady, but Rowan soon collected both weapons with the Astrolabe before the Clone disintegrated.