It took everything from Vraegar to draw his eyes away from Rowans.

The vision… Everything he had seen nearly drove him mad, and for a brief moment, he thought death would be a better option than being in service to his father, but the stubborn trait of an Empyrean stayed with him, and that thought brought him shame.

If I am of the same blood as my father, then I have the potential to become something as dreadful and magnificent as that figure, Vraegar thought to himself. The fear of Rowan had infected deep into his every cell, but it no longer brought him closer to madness.

Instead, through that fear, a new emotion was born into his heart, and that emotion was adoration. If there was to be anything to be worshiped in this world, should it not be power? Who else was more worthy?

“Let me worship… Ender of all things.”

Rowan’s eyes softened, “then I shall give you a chance to get back more than what you have lost, and the price of your loyalty would be power!”

From the finger bone, Rowan began drawing out all the streaks of darkness away from it.

It was easier than he expected because the bloodline source recognized him as the owner, and returned to him willingly.

The surrounding began to freeze with a black ice, but with the Purple Black Aether that Rowan currently controlled, this amount of frost was negligible.

In a few moments, he held a hovering ball of darkness in his hand and the finger bone was now different, it was white with golden streaks on it, and its weight had noticeably increased.

Rowan looked at the dragon one more time, “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. Your time as a Scion of Darkness is at an end, and from it a new beginning for you would be forged. Do not despair for what you have lost, but rejoice for the eternity you have been given in its stead.”

He sent the finger bone into the dragon’s chest, and the remaining of its dying heart wrapped around it, a bloodline pulse that cracked the ground for miles around erupted from the dragon’s body and his massive mountain-like body began to collapse and feed into his heart.

It would take some time to finish and so to accelerate the process and give the dragon a more magnificent foundation, Rowan sent twelve drops of his blood over to the shrinking body of the dragon and the change accelerated.

The enormous body of the dragon shrank to a single brown egg the size of a cart, before the egg began to crack and then collapse into ash.

“Rise… Vraegar.”

A newborn shook himself from the detritus of his fading shell, and a scaled foot tipped with wicked sharp claws emerged. A bone white dragon with a golden streak down his spine emerged, and he let out a dragon’s roar while beating his dragon’s wings to gain lift and hover above the ground.

Or at least he tried to. Vraegar’s size had diminished from the mountain size he was previously at, to a small dragon whelp, the size of a cat. It had transformed from a mountain of destruction to an almost cute dragon that sparkled in the red haze of the world shrouded in raining ash and blood.

The power emanating from his body was no longer at the third circle, but all the way down to the first, precisely at the peak of the Rift State. It would seem as such a great loss, but that was only looking at things superficially, for Vraegar was now a true Nascent Empyrean without any corruption from the Scion of Darkness bloodline.

One of the major reasons Fury technique could thoroughly destroy Vraegars body was because of the Scion of Darkness bloodline that infused it. The dragon’s power had mostly depended on this bloodline as he had chosen it because it was a quick route to power, and with Rowans Empyrean blood inside his veins, he had quickly ascended through the ranks, but against the true powerhouses of the universe, the Scion of Darkness bloodline was too weak to match them.

Also, Vraegar did not use this bloodline to battle the way it was intended to be used. This bloodline uses the tactics of commanding a considerable number of subordinates or summons and not on direct battle.

Rowan had no idea the sort of bloodline abilities Fury had, but Scion of Darkness should still be a close match to it. The powerful body granted to the dragon due to his Empyrean nature made it careless, and he challenged Fury without calling on the millions of lives it had enslaved in his shadow realm.

Vraegar saw that he was more powerful than Fury with an entire great circle; he became complacent, before he could truly call on the full might if his armies it was already too late. Fury had burned to ash all the summons he had gathered in his realm, and it was thanks to Vraegar impressive constitution that he managed to survive for so long.

Rowan quickly collected all this information from Vraegar including the details of the battle with Fury using their bloodline collection. His consciousness went into overdrive as he analyzed the powers that Fury commanded. His appearance at the peak of the second circle was deceiving, disregarding his Soul Power, the entire body of the man was filled with Spirit beings that was at least at the third great circle.

Fury was a summoner!

His abilities were heaven defying, for he commanded spiritual beings that were a full great circle ahead of his current power levels, and the number of spiritual beings he had was not a small number at all. Except for a heretical being like Rowan who had more ridiculous abilities, the ability shown by Fury would have been seen as the most powerful.

If he had been born as a normal Dominator and ascended the ranks from a mortal, he would still have no equal because at the mortal state, he would be controlling spirits at the second circle!

It was horrifying to consider that sort of power in the hands of a mortal, but Fury was a living example. No wonder he grew to be so arrogant, who else would be ever able to challenge this man, when his power levels were constantly an entire realm above his present level.

Even Rowan would not be his match in the mortal state!