The Lady of Shadow shifted and faced him directly, and she began revealing her knowledge to him.

The method she communicated with, was not by words or any auditory sounds or gestures, it was with a sort of bloodline vibration that he instinctively understood.

Her reply was succinct, she only gave what he interpreted as one word: Weak!

Just the same reason his Ouroboros Bloodline would never accept any other bloodline that could affect his fleshy body. His Avatar of Eve bloodline would never allow any weak Spiritual Ability to occupy the same space.

The Lady of Shadow informed him that in the elevation of his bloodline, he would have Access to the Tome of Enoch. Which contained all the True names of creation, this would be his source of spells, not… weak trash!

She also told him that even if the Palace of Ice did not devour those Ability Runes for itself, it would still be a useless effort to preserve it as they will never be able to accept the full power of his Aether.

Something she said made Rowan pause, and the became determined to rapidly boost his Berserker Aspect to higher levels quickly enough.

She told him that when he elevates the bloodline to the Legendary State, his purple black Aether would also receive a boost alongside it. At that time, if his Berserker Aspect was not more powerful than it currently is, he was going to lose it, no matter how much his Ouroboros Bloodline sought to preserve it.

The Berserker Aspect was not devoured not because it was powerful enough, according to the Lady of Shadow, it was only average. It only survives because it was rooted in his Ouroboros bloodline, and unlike the other Ability Runes that were consumed, they had no way of sustenance.

There was no time like the present, and Rowan discarded every other thoughts he had and manifested a pair of swords, and closed his eyes.

He would be using his Ouroboros bloodline essence to power the Berserker Runes, and every now, and then he would be using his Aether. Just a single use of his Aether has boosted his Smash technique by two levels, and it became his highest rated technique at Refined level 9.

A bloody light erupted from the swords as Rowan began a dance of Berserkers, he created simulations of enemies in his mind, Augustus, Lamia, the man in the black robe, the goddess, his father, the Primordial Keepers, he placed them before him, and he went to war.

Burning his vitality, the surrounding air turned red like blood as he activated Enrage, then vortex, every ten minutes he discarded the wrecked weapons and retrieved another, and like water flowing down a stream, his Berserker Aspects began to grow.

From outside the ground faint rumble like the earth moving resounded every now and then.

Above the earth, Suriel began to slowly move as it followed the golden rat, which quickly dispersed it clone by assimilating with it, and ran towards the third Continent giggling about his job well done.

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Six hours later, the ground began to quake, and then like an opening mouth it caved into itself, a red glow escaped the crash, revealing itself to be Rowan, who quickly created a Telekinetic pad and placed it under his feet.

His body was glowing with a deep red glow like blood, and above him was an image of a branch that resembled bulging veins, the red light flowing along the branch was like streaming blood, and Rowan opened his mouth and roared at the sky.

It was long and sonorous, and his elation affected his Ouroboros Serpents who shivered on their journey, and had to hold themselves back from roaring alongside him.

The branch behind him grew thicker, and it began to resemble a bloody tree, and its presence was becoming more real.

He did not expect the change that came over him when he took the Berserker Aspect to the next level, not only the growth in his Attributes that should be astonishing because the amount of strength flowing through his veins was like liquid ice but also the deeper connection he had forged with the technique.

If he was proficient with it before at Refined, now it was almost as if it had been ingrained into his consciousness, and he could dig deeper into it and erupt with more abilities.

The Berserker Aspect flooded his veins with a bizarre energy that he needed to experiment with as it screamed to him of its growing potential, and he needed to unleash it.

Rowan grinned and cracked his neck, utilizing the Dash Skill, it became clear that everything had changed, instead of shooting forward uncontrollably he stood still, his control over the technique was now much better, around his body, fine red mist began to arise that were vibrating as if it were filled with excessive kinetic energy.

Rowan allowed the skill to express itself, and he vanished in a burst of red light, appearing a thousand feet ahead, this was multiple times faster than when General Augustus used it when he fought with Rowan, and the skill had not yet ended. The vibrating red mist was still with him, and as he began dropping from the sky, he called upon the Vortex technique.

A loud crack like thunder erupted from his body and a pair of visible large hands the size of Rowans body appeared around him, they were opened wide and seemed about to close into a fist.

They were made from red mist that resembled blood, and this was the visual style of the Vortex skill, and it was also tangible, he held it in place and once his feet touched the ground that shattered under his weight and momentum, he released the Vortex skill, and the hands turned to fist and began rotating around him like a drill.

The massive red fists, although they appeared like smoke were harder than metal and with the speed of their rotation, they tore open the earth creating a deep crater around him and the winds from their movement created a mini bloody tornado around him.

Wanting to go crazy as he knew it was not all he was capable of, he activated vortex once more and another pair of rotating fists appeared doubling the environmental damages he was doing, and still, he activated it again.

Now there were six howling fist shaking and shattering the earth and skies, and Rowan began grinning when he added Aether to the technique.

The red tornado flashed and two colors mixed with it, black and purple, and as if it were rapidly inflated by a massive air current, the tornado swelled and the destruction range multiplied, and like a blooming flower, it unfurled.

Rocks and earth were thrown into the skies, and everything in the radius of the technique was shredded to fine particles.

When the destruction ceased Rowan held himself aloft with his Telekinetic pad, while thousands of feet around and below him had been turned into a deep crater filled with black ice. Inside his Mental Space he could only see a slight black growing spot on the Berserker Rune that was quickly healed by his Ouroboros bloodline.

Going by the amount of damage it took by activating it with his Aether, he could safely say he could use now activate the technique with his Aether ten times in a row before he would have to pause for a few seconds.

Rowan was very satisfied with this result, if he erupted with this technique, he could do so with that backing of his entire Aether and he would not be apprehensive about going all out.

Calling up the Primordial Record, he checked his new stats and abilities.