Rowan noticed the wounds all over its body were squirming as if it was attempting to heal, but a force would tear the wound open again and again, causing the Dragon to roar in pain. Rowan had experienced something similar when he fought with the General who had an ability to cut through his Constitution and slow down his healing process, but what was happening to Vraegar was a hundred times worse.

Every time the Dragon tried to heal, the wound tore open, but more violently than before, making each wounds from the dragon grow progressively worse, it was as if the more vitality a creature had, the more they would get to suffer, as the healing from the dragon appears to be promoting a more extreme backlash from whatever forces was inside the wound.

Even as he watched, the back leg of the black dragon simply fell off when a particularly nasty wound in its spine spread to the limb. The roar of pain from the dragon was long, and panic filled its gaze.

Even without any new injuries being inflicted on the dragon, its wounds would be enough to kill it soon enough.

Who did this sort of damage to the dragon?

Vraegar did not bother with disguising its abilities, and Rowan could clearly sense that it was at the peak of the third Great Circle. Such great powers did not surprise him, for if he had picked a limited bloodline such as Scion of Darkness he would surely be in the fourth great circle or perhaps even a god, he clearly remembered he needed only five soul points to upgrade the Scion of Darkness during it Mortal State it was nothing compared to the one thousand Soul Points required by the Ouroboros Bloodline.

He would never regret not picking such a weaker bloodline over his Empyrean bloodline because of quick power ups. A single hair on his head was worth more than a million Scion of Darkness.

Yet, that was in comparison to him, Vraegar was a Nascent Empyrean, although he was a very flawed copy of one, and he was at the peak of the third Great Circle, someone like him would have crushed Dorian with no effort, was he attacked by an Ancestor of a Major Family or by a god’s Anima?

His answer was not far behind, as space rippled, and a hand that had a single finger extended as if it was poking it way through space revealed itself, followed by a body.

The man who pierced through space had his eyes closed; an instinct told Rowan this was the person responsible for the fate of Vraegar, his lips were tilted to the side as if he was smiling, the endless torrent of blood and fire stopped thousands of feet around his body, as if his presence alone was pushing back the chaos.

Rowan had analyzed the torrent of fire and blood that flooded Jarkarr, and it was filled with Aether Aspected to blood and fire, it also had other mystical properties he could not yet understand.

The benefit of having multiple consciousness asserted itself at that time, when one of his consciousnesses informed him that it would be a good choice to select another chamber at this time, and a quick deliberation by him made him select Knowledge Well.

This chamber would aid him the most if he opened it as quickly as possible, for it served as an Alchemical Laboratory of a sort, its purpose was to analyze, record, compute and improve.

His Knowledge Well Chamber collected samples of the blood and fire with Astrolabe and it was set up to analyze all its components.

It was with Knowledge well he understood that 90 percent of the fire and blood were composed of Aether, 2 percent was surprisingly made up of real blood, and normal flames, the remaining eight percent was a mixture of divinity, curses, and three thousand other minute components, a greater part of it was uncontrollable chaos.

This was true chaos that lacked control and similar to the void in Rowan’s heart, it would consume all that it touches. It even had the ability to kill Rowan in time, given sufficient quantities and concentration.

This was why what happened next made Rowan’s heart grow cold.

The smiling man took three steps in the air, and then he opened his eyes.

Immediately, the howling torrents of flames and blood shuddered and stopped rotating. The moon above that was cracked finally gave in and broke in two. The gravity of Jarkarr began slowly pulling it down towards the planet, a collision like this would crack the planet open.

Yet, it was the man that drew all his attention, for there was something eerily magnetic about him, as if the universe revolved around him.

He resembled Rowan but with softer features, and with the wrong clothes he could be mistaken for a woman, his appearance appeared dignified, except for his arms that were coated with black blood up to his shoulders.

He had an almost bored look on his face as he looked around the devastated world. He had nine colored eyes, and their light was dull, but it was still enchanting overall.

Who the hell was this? Also, why am I seeing so many people with faces similar to my own? Don’t tell me my resemblance takes after the Primogenitor Kuranes.

Rowan’s hackles rose when the surrounding flames twisted into the guise of a rabbit, was this a Fire Spirit Creature? Around him all the elements of fire began to twist and change, this phenomena spread until it covered Jarkarr and extended into space.

Rowan rapidly commanded all his Angels to go invisible.

The man sighed, and the sound covered the planet and then billions of Flaming Spirit were born, as if in reply to Rowan’s questions they all announced, “All hail Fury Akranothotez Kuranes. The First light in daybreak, Noble Flame of Kuranes, Adeptus Superiori. All who hear his name are blessed.”

Rowan was amazed, “This son of a bi+ch came with his own P. A sound system!”

Judging by the light in the eyes of these Spiritual creatures, they also served as Fury’s eyes, and in a single stroke he had seen the entire situation of jarkarr , including the crumbling Divine Kingdom.

Fury snapped his fingers and all the flaming spirits around the entire planet began rushing towards him, and as they all streamed towards his direction regardless of the barrier they passed through, they impacted against the falling moon whether accidentally or design, and they vaporized it to ash.

The flame spirits surrounded fury, where they began to shrink, as billions of these spirits transformed into a bright red belt he wore around his waist, what was left behind was just the oceans of blood and ash that began to fall the moment Fury took another step, and he appeared before the gates of the Divine Kingdom.

He looked at Rowan side-eyed and said, “Stay!” Around Rowan’s body, dozens of flaming chains shot from the earth and from the space around his body, and they wrapped him. Fury did not even check the result of his words before he stepped into the gates of the Divine Kingdom.