When Rowan was back inside the Nexus, his all out speed was equal to twenty percent of his current speed, yet the damages he had done to his environment as he smashed into it with all the grace of a rhinoceros on crack were far lesser than what was applicable on this world.

He was smashing deep pits with every step he took, and he was slowly changing the surrounding terrain. From what he knew, flight abilities only came after the First Great Circle or if your bloodline had such inherent capabilities or could control wind or any other exotic elements.

Home noticed that his Telekinesis was steadily growing stronger, but he had no apparent method to train or develop it by himself, he just had to wait it out.

Returning his mind to the earth he was reshaping below his feet, he frowned as he pondered the difference between the two planets he had ever walked upon.

Well, if led by his vision, Trion was a ridiculously massive planet, and if he went by the grading of his Chaos Engine, it would mean Trion was a Major World, maybe it was also the reason souls harvested from Trion were worth far more than the souls in this Minor World, disregarding even the influence of an Abomination.

His thought wandered once more to that world with a red moon. What level must that world be? Even though it was in ruins, the number of souls he harvested there was ridiculous, and judging by the creatures that lived there, it must be beyond a Major World, possibly it was a Supreme World?

There must be distinctive changes in the occupants of a Minor World and a Major World that went beyond just the physical abilities of both.

What were the main distinctions between the Minor Worlds and Major Worlds, it could not only be their size. Recalling back the size of Trion, Rowan knew it was impossible for such a planet to be created at that size, but with the addition of gods into the mixture, then anything was possible.

As his feet ate the miles like a starving bear, Rowan came across an offshoot from the main horde and veered towards them, he would create out every single rabid beast he saw, not for the ephemeral promises of resources, but their Souls.

Sweeping through his vast array of weapons, he brought out two hammers.

They were quite an interesting pair of weapons, with their heads made from a red stone harder than most metals, and they had been carved in the shape of a skull. He immediately loved the design of the weapon, and almost did not want to use them in a battle. Almost.

Rowan banged the weapons together, and it rang like a gong. The sound spread across, alerting the beast horde.

Their death knells.

Now that he had the open space to use the Telekinesis trick he thought about inside Circe’s office, he grinned and covered the sole of his feet with a pad of Telekinesis, making his movement seem as if he were running on a spring.

He also pushed a flat pad of Telekinesis through his feet and packed the earth tight below him, for they crumbled too easily, disrupting his momentum and his direction.

Concentrating force on his next footstep in order to make it into a jump, he pushed down with a small cry, and the ground beneath his feet did not explode, but sank a few feet.

The Telekinesis pad absorbed the excess force that would lead to the ground collapsing and channeled it into his jump. He seemingly took flight towards the open sky, angling his direction with his Telekinesis he flew towards the horde, and he would be dropping at their center. Perfect.

He called up Bone Fire, and did not try controlling the amount of Aether pouring into the Ability Rune. He transformed into a green sun that made the air release massive cracks and sonic booms as his descent was, burning even the atoms in his immediate vicinity.

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Circe watched Rowan leave the convoy, he quickly disappeared out of sight. With each action this man made, it became clear that they did not truly understand him.

The convoy did not stop, with his speed, he could easily keep pace with them, Circe was sure he could rush to the underground city in a day. She would be able to make the same trip in three days, even with the advantages of flight her bloodline offered her.

Nana had wagered he would rush to his Vehicle to collect the Battle Stimulant and check out the resources allocated to him, but apparently he did not find it that important, and he had left.

Circe would love to spend time with him, not only because she found him enigmatic, but his refreshing attitude was different from most Dominators she knew. He had a casual way of carrying himself without being flashy, that she only assigned to the true monsters she has ever known.

The kind who did not need to flash their powers or play their hands in every conversation, just the quiet competence of somebody who could get sh*t done.

Circe sighed, “You think he’s off to kill more monsters?”

“Think? My dear, is it not obvious? This man is driven beyond what I would consider normal. I don’t know his present capabilities, but I wanted to delay giving him the battle stimulant, but it would seem he is far more powerful than I thought, there was no sign of the strains I would associate with the Berserker technique from his body, which is very curious indeed.”

Circe frowned, “There are usually signs?”

“Of course, my dear, even those geniuses and direct descendants of The Bloody One, always show signs of mental disruptions after each battle, for this technique takes its toll on both the body and mind.”

“I have fought more battles than you could imagine my dear, and with the state of our Empire, I fear you may even face worse in the future. A fate I would not bestow on my enemies.”

“You know, there are certain things you might not yet understand about battle. Certain markers left behind from touching that bloody affair.” Nana paused and seemed to hesitate before she continued speaking,

“From the time we met that man until this point, I have checked the total time he spent relaxing and speaking with the people around him, and he has spent a grand total of one hour fifteen minutes. The rest of the twelve hours has been in battle.”

“That in and of itself is considered normal for a Dominator of his present strength, but please keep in mind the sort of techniques he wields, which are enough to torture the minds of all who uses them, I gave a small test when I presented him with cookies.”

“Cookies, Nana. Is this what it has come to, presenting cookies?”

“My dear, there are many things you can learn from the smallest of things. Cookies are a great way to learn about a person’s mind, and my cookies are magnificent, at least all my husbands told me so, you know there was once when I was in a bath with Mace, my fifth husband, he had his mouth around my toes, and… “

“Too much detail, Nana. Too much. Cut the bullshit, what are you telling me right now.”

“Well to put it in simple terms, not only is the Berserker technique not affecting him. Erohim, as we all call him, has no attachment to battle.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Of course you don’t. What would you ever do without me?”

Circe rubbed her brows, “Apparently not much.”

Nana smiled, “I am 1,230 years’s old Circe, and in that time I have spent more than 700 years fighting battles until my body gave out on me. I have seen the lowest of mortals to the highest of Pyre Lords in combat, and I have seen them kill, and I have also done more than my fair share of killing.”