The Primordial Record

Rowan could understand all these emotions at a glance because he was feeling the same way too, disconnected from the person who knew him the most. When the tension between them was thick enough to cut through with a knife. He suddenly grinned and created the connection once more.

He linked Eva back to his Knowledge Well, Astrolabe, and Hollow Forge, and he gave her authority to control his Territory, the Primordial Sea of Darkness.

Her eyes widened and her hair flared up, as waves after waves of endless power filled her mortal flesh once more transforming her into the realm of Divinity.

Black Shadows poured from her skin like ink and yet her deep black eyes could be detected inside that Shadow. Eva looked at him in joy and happiness and he nodded at her.

Even though she was Mortal she was still a part of him, and doing away with her would be like losing a limb. Rowan had deliberately waited for her to wake up and see her mortal form so he could give her a choice, plus it was a bonus to see this fragile side of Eva, she had never displayed such a range of emotions before.

Nevertheless, he had wished to give her a choice he never had. Even if she chooses to live the life of a mortal, he would protect her for as long as she wanted to live, any form of war or disaster would be shielded from her and he would never go against her interest.

In the life of battle he had ahead of him, he could only drag everyone and everything alongside him, his every movement causing countless disturbances to the reality of countless people all around him.

Just seeding 140 worlds had placed the lives of hundreds of billions in his palm, he was an undeniable force that would drag everything alongside him. If he would give anyone the option to leave his service, it would be Eva.

Eva understood all that, and she was happy he would make this choice for her. But she was not a mortal and she had never been, the mercy that Rowan wanted to afford her would be a curse, and it would break her spirit.

She was made for war, for long battles spanning endless millennia, for commanding billions of angels on a billion battle fronts, for directing an Empire that stretched throughout the universe.

The Memories of her past lives were slowly resurfacing, and everything she had remembered was War, endless wars on a million fields. If Rowan was going to survive, then he would need her assistance.

The life of a mortal was a curse that would kill her in a single day.

Yes, she appreciated his mercy, but she would rather die screaming on the field of battle than spend a million years living as a mortal.

Eva pierced into Rowan Forehead in her shadow form and hovered above the Primordial Sea with her eyes closed as she digested all the information and changes that Rowan had just shared with her.

Rowan sighed, he understood the sentiments in the heart of Eva, if this was what she wanted, then he would be grateful to have her by his side.

Rowan looked in amusement at the weeping Diane, a short while back, she had wiped her eyes and saw that her face was pressed against the rock-hard abs of Rowan.

Rowan's body was the dream of a Greek god, and although packed into every single strand of his flesh was enough power to crush a mountain range to dust, it still appeared to be relatively soft and filled with vitality.

His new form came about at the moment all of his Attributes passed a hundred thousand points. His body did not appear to be made of metal any longer, but sights could be deceiving, it would take a forge that had the temperature of the sun to begin melting his skin.

Diane's face went red and she began coughing after she swallowed and nearly choked on her saliva. After three years she was a young woman of eighteen, and her status as a Spell Weaver gave her the golden hair of Rowan giving her a similar appearance to him.

Rowan's attractiveness was beyond the scale of what any Mortal could conceive, and only a strong will allowed her to focus her thoughts on what was important and perform her duties in service to her lord.

Spending some time comforting and discussing with her, he soon sent her away to announce the good news to the people. It was a great thing to reconnect with friends, but war was on the horizon, and he needed to prepare.

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Rowan entered his Mental Space once more and his attention was driven to his Knowledge Well where the consciousness pillars had exited their immaterial form and became material.

The understanding of how to create such a powerful weapon rippled through his consciousness and another two consciousness pillars began to emerge around his Knowledge Well, and they increased to 37.

When Dora returned with the Weapon Spirits he would begin his experiments once more. He was eager to know the results of this experiment.

Rowan had been leaving most of his consciousness pillars to the Knowledge Well to aid it in computational efforts. He had been developing an incredible amount of Power, and since he had no Soul, he had to perform many tasks that should have been left to the soul that most people were not aware was taking place every day.

The seat of consciousness was not in the brain but inside the Soul, and to manage the vast array of power Rowan had amassed, and that was also still increasing by the day. His Knowledge Well needed to have enough consciousness pillars. The greatest reason he could seed worlds beyond his given limits was due to the power of Knowledge Well.

It was the reason why gods and Archmages had immortal souls that were vast and powerful, nothing short of that could understand and support their incredible abilities.

It was the reason why the Spirit Attribute was so important, although most people understood the connection of the Soul with the Spirit, they did not realize the full nature of their souls and all the tasks it was performing.