For these lost people, the most important thing for them was the chance to serve their god, which has now become the greatest height they could ever hope to reach. How many mortals in the many years of their planet’s existence could claim such honor?

Parents instructed their children long into the night to be mindful and sturdy, for the chance to be selected by god. What was valued from the god was wisdom and alacrity of thoughts. For a people who had become used to performing only mind-numbing work, the chance to finally use their minds was a welcome development.

They were informed that they were the seeds of their entire people, taken by their god to become the first of many. For that honor, they were willing to sacrifice, and they would make sure their descendants follow that oath until the end of time.

Eva had recreated a basic structure of Education for the people, she could not do much without calling on more powers of the Palace of Ice, which was not accessible presently. Yet, it was miles ahead of what they had access to before, still Eva understood that this was just the tip of the Ice berg, in time this place would be the center of knowledge in the entire universe. The Knowledge Well Chamber made that certain.

What she could do however was to pull from fragments of her memory to begin creating a stable structure to pursue after the singular goal of her Creator.

Locate and secure the worlds he needed for his Ascension.

Eva had been going through the bloodline and potential of each of the mortals here, as her plans were twofold to select all the best and brightest and allow them to merge with an Angel.

This was a relatively new phenomenon, because she barely had a hint of understanding how it all works. This bonding had never happened before as far as she could tell, and this trait of the Angels bonding with a mortal host must be due to a new mutation created by Rowan’s mutated bloodline.

He contained innumerable secrets that seemed to get deeper ever layer he dug into, and every time a new part of it was revealed to the light, it cast a glow on a greater part still left in darkness. She would make it her goal to reveal all there was to know and bring them to light.

Eva had found it interesting when she observed the two Archangels that bonded with Mortals, Dora and Nezrakim, in addition to an increased foundation, which meant if the angels’ power level was a 10, a bond would increase it to 15 or even twenty, doubling their base capability, it also strengthened one of their angelic ability to an absurd degree, take for example Nezrakim flesh manipulation ability that had become much stronger than what a mere Archangel should be capable of.

She had held back on creating more bonded Angels because she was not satisfied with the stock she had available. Nezrakim and Dora were a fluke, and besides the two Angels had millions of people it went through before selecting them.

She did not understand all the intricacies of Rowan’s abilities, especially his second Ouroboros bloodline, but she knew that when he seeded a planet, all the inhabitants would become his own, that would mean she could have the pick of billions or perhaps even trillions of potential recruits.

This would enhance the already terrifying Angelic Host to an unknown degree, especially when they began awakening more powerful Angelic Candidates like Dominions and Thrones. There was no need to rush to begin the bonding. This would be the highest honor for most mortals and she intended to only make the best bond with any Angel.

However, this was not the only route to power that was being developed, she made these twelve tomes to create a specific branch, which were the Spell Weavers.

If the angels were hammers, then Spell Weavers were to be the scalpel. They would be able to perform duties that angels would be unsuited for, and the diverse abilities afforded to them by their spell craft would ensure that they were very adaptable to most situations that they would come across.

Her first choice was Circe Boreas for the position of Spell Weaver, but this woman had been suffering a lack of motivation, she had stayed by the side of the river, where she had built a wooden hut and she did not leave that spot. Under the rich environment of Aether, she appeared to be on a path of self discovery. Eva respected her pursuit and left her to her own devices. In time, she would come around and then Eva would offer her power.

The next person she had found most suitable for a Spell Weaver was Diane, after months of watching her learn and adapt to her duties as a Scribe was becoming an asset. The girl worked hard, and her duty as handmaiden of Rowan did not make her complacent, but the opposite, she desired to be by his side and she placed all her energies to become someone worthy of standing by the side of a god.

Eva knew that would never be possible, but it was the effort that counts, and perhaps she would make that dream happen for her.

Diane was the golden girl of her people, and her dedication and astuteness was a welcomed surprise to Eva who saw to it, she was educated to be the best of Scribes handing her more complicated tasks daily, and now it was time for another promotion, as Eva ascertained that she was ready for it.

She whispered a message to Diane, to come to her at the end of her task. Her eyes widened at that voice and she looked across the massive hall to the figure of Eva that was cloaked in darkness, and she bowed.

None of them could see the form of Rowan which Eva cloaked, for in his present state, he would not be able to hide his nature from them, and if they could see him without any defenses in place, only death and madness would follow.

They could all sense the storm of Aether whistling past them, and even such a minor phenomenon in Eva’s eye caused countless commotion in their minds.

She would inform Diane of her decision, and if she accepts, a ceremony would be held to celebrate the first Spell Weaver.