There were some things Rowan did not have the power to change… yet.

One of them was how fast his light could travel, but he could control it. In order to make a statement that would push his message across, he had to show of great power, and not just power…. Controlled Power.

All his Angels had the talent of Pyrokinesis, and although the talent of wielding flames may differ slightly among all of them, it was still at a level that was beyond most creatures in the universe.

Rowan called upon the Divine Flames of their Awakening, and upon the full breadth of their talent, and he made a marvel that shone for a single moment, before he dispersed it. He had made his statement, and he closed his eyes in concentration before breathing out in relief.

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Elura and the Third Prince looked towards the deep darkness, and at first, there was nothing and then — a flash of light.

It was small, almost seemed insignificant, and a sneer began growing on the lips of the Third Prince, but he was silenced when that light began to grow.

We have all seen the light of the rising sun as it washes away the darkness at dawn, but no one has ever seen the sun that could wash away the darkness from a galaxy!

The flames from the birth of seventy Angels shook the entire Universe and each of the awakening Angels’ flames seemed to resonate with each other, and the light expanded until a pair of flaming wings of gold spread out for countless millions of kilometers and it was so bright it pushed away the darkness from the universe for a single second.

There was a message in that light… It was a challenge.

It faded and vanished, as if it was just a facade.

The Third Prince was quiet for a short while, before he snapped his fingers and the body of Elura began to disintegrate and enter his chest, and until the end, her eyes were fixed on that spot in the distance, where her son’s light had shone on all of creation.

Something even her at her peak was unable to achieve, “I will wait for the day you return, a conqueror.”

The Third Prince was silent and he turned walking away into the darkness, he spoke to no one, his voice was cold and calm, “Now that this is so, let me not rest, until my anger burn against them and I may destroy them; I will make from them a legacy unmatched for all ages. Let all of Creation tremble, for if my will is to be unmade, I shall raze the Universe and salt its remnants.”

It was unknown if the sigh that was heard came from someone else, or just the lamentation of the Universe.

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Rowan did not give himself time to feel what was happening to him and go through everything he had learned these last few moments, he was out of time.

He pointed to a direction in the void that was devoid of any galaxies, but contained endless darkness. It was said to be one of the most mysterious zones in the universe.

From Archimedes and the information he collected from Covenant, he knew there was a legend that said inside that darkness was a road to a World with a Red Moon.

This was an intriguing find, nevertheless Rowan did not care if that was to be true, he knew that inside that darkness, he would become a drop of water inside an ocean. He would sleep and his forces would prepare, and when he awoke, he would wage war.

The Palace was pushed towards the deep darkness by the Angels and then they dimmed their light and followed him.

He nearly fell down when the Ouroboros Serpent that was destroyed began resurrecting inside his hearts, and his eyes began to glaze over as sleep began setting over his consciousness.

His Mental Space seemed to be descending into a state of silence, as the rich energies flowing inside it grounded to a halt. The ever raging storm of Aether settled into a thick pile on the vast grounds of his Palace of Ice, and the silence from it seemed to intrude into reality.

Rowan stumbled and he pushed his way through the castle, accompanied by the cheerful duo of Vraegar and Archimedes, who were now aware of his impending slumber.

Finding the central hall that held a dignified throne, he swept it aside, and sat cross-legged on the floor, since the moment he gained his Throne of Ice, any other thrones felt uncomfortable.

With the State of his consciousness, he needed his throne to help in suppressing the soul of Erohim and its digestion. Eva was beginning to stir in her sleep, and Rowan smiled at her current form that was so close to that of a human, her black hair was like a curtain, and as she slept, flowers from the small tree growing at the gate of his Palace of Ice began to fall on her hair.

Rowan began setting down instructions for her during his slumber, he wrote them with his golden blood on a piece of scale from his Ouroboros Serpent.

She now had eighty-six mighty helpers that could be deployed all over the universe at her wish, she was to prepare all necessary matters for his reawakening.

The most important task he set out for her was to find suitable planets for him to seed. According to the Instructions from his bloodline, he needed at least thirty planets, but that was too slight for Rowan’s ambition that had been stoked by the personal need for vengeance.

He queried the maximum amount he should be able to accept and the numbers were shown to him—3,000 Minor Worlds or 7 Major Worlds.

He chose to seed the 3,000 Minor Worlds over the Major Worlds not because it would be easier, but it would give him more attribute points quickly and Major Worlds were too rare and contained many unknown dangers.

Yet, he paused, could he also increase this number to create an Incarnation beyond compare? Knowledge Well showed him a slim possibility that was stupidly ambitious, after all, the task he assigned for this chamber during his time of slumber was to chart a plan for the utmost elevation of his bloodline and abilities to their theoretical limits.

He continued writing with his golden blood. There were many other instructions he lined up for her to work on while he was asleep and depending on how long it would take for him to wake.

Rowan was expecting months, perhaps a year, or maybe more of sleep, and after it was done, he would have digested the untold millions of Soul Points.

Rowan’s eyes slowly began to close, as his head sank to his chest. His Angels surrounded him and manifested swords of fire that they pierced into the ground and they held the hilt with both hands.

Vraegar yawned also, and pushed his way near to his body and promptly fell asleep curled in Rowans lap, Archimedes contained too much energy, however, as instead of resting it was flitting from one Angel to another.

Before Rowan descended into darkness, his Ouroboros Serpent finally found the Divine Spark of Erohim.

It was in the shape of a diamond that seemed to contain a small orange flame at the center. Before Rowan could instruct the Serpent to keep it for him in order to use it for research, it swallowed the Divine Spark.

Rowan sighed and finally fell into the darkness of sleep, but a tingling sensation swept through his body as his body was slowly growing once more.

His last thoughts were, “Hmm… what do you know, it would seem most of the bodily essence of a god is placed inside their Divine Spark. Would this hallway be big enough for…”

Rowan went to sleep and with each breath, he took he slowly grew bigger.

Bonus: Eva Concept Art