The Primordial Record

With the word from the god that announced his death with the finality of a hammer hitting an anvil, his Mental Space gave way beneath the pressure and a tsunami of flames and ice spewed into it and began rushing towards his Palace of Ice, with the size of his Mental Space it would only take a short while to reach it. 

"INTERESTING, WHAT IS THAT STRUCTURE WHICH LIES INSIDE YOUR SOUL? TELL ME, AND I SHALL GIVE YOU A MERCIFUL DEATH!"

"You said some of your tasks" Rowan whispered and began to chuckle, the sound began changing to full-blown laughter.

The fact that Rowan's body could now talk was surprising, and the god that was tearing his through his Mental Space paused, "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?" the surprise in his tone was evident.

Rowan's body began to glow with a golden flame, as the ruptures on his body began to shine with a golden light, his size began to increase, as he seemed to be shedding his mortal form behind, and in a blink of an eye he became twelve feet tall, and his size was still increasing.

With a large crack, his fingers moved and he made a fist, followed by his entire hands being lifted in front of him, gritting his teeth, he began to lift his head up, he spoke softly as if his mind were far away and he was just ruminating on a topic inside his head,

"Since the time I came to know about the truth of the universe. I have always had this fear of gods. How could I not? My most painful encounters came from the gods, the reason I run and fight, most of the blame I'm sure could be assigned to the feet of a meddling god somewhere. With all these distractions, sometimes it is even easy to forget, that the end of your path is just the beginning of mine. Forgive me, for I have forgotten who I am!"

"THE LAST FLARE–UPS FROM A DYING FLAME. YOUR WORDS MEAN NOTHING!"

"On the contrary, it means everything." Rowan laughed, "Your words prove your ignorance about whom you hold inside your Domain, for you told me, that with my body you will be able to accomplish some tasks? How foolish…"

Suddenly, the vast fields of fire and ice around Rowan began to rumble, as loud cracks permeated it and it was spreading. It began from beneath Rowan's feet as his growing size from Eruption was the least of what was happening inside his body, his strength was rapidly multiplying.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"

"Your Domain is breaking, fallen god. It cannot contain my body for long."

"YOUR BODY MAY BE STRONGER THAN MOST WELP, BUT I SHALL CRUSH YOUR SOUL AND IT WILL BE MINE!"

The assault on Rowan Mental Space accelerated until it reached his Palace of Ice, and a purple barrier rose up and shielded it from view. The assault crashed over it and began to hammer on the barrier.

"I DO NOT CARE FOR ANY OF YOUR MACHINATIONS, I WILL…. WHERE IS YOUR SOUL?"

Rowan's body was now freed of whatever influence had been holding him as he had grown too powerful for any barrier it placed on him should hold, and now he shone like the sun, and his size was now gigantic at thirty feet tall.

Rowan stopped grinning and whispered, and even in the intense rumbling taking place inside the domain of Erohim it could still be heard, "with my body, you could have accomplished all your dreams and even beyond. Your lack of foresight means you are no longer worthy of my partnership."

The conflagration inside Rowan's soul increased as the flood of flames and ice wore down his Palace of Ice Barrier. This close to his Palace of Ice, Rowan realized that this flood he was looking at was the Soul of Erohim, and it reminded him a bit of his own lost soul, but Erohim was not equal with his own.

His previous soul was a true merger between fire and ice, and they both worked together in harmony creating something truly unique, but this one was just a massive torrent of ice and flames that could only coexist, it represented two different Aspect crudely fused and was far from the elegance of his previous soul.

Yet, it was a fantastic sight, but Rowan was becoming increasingly disappointed with the secrets of godhood he was beginning to see.

The purple barrier began to crack open, and Rowan closed his eyes and initiated his counterattack.

"You are searching for my soul? Take a look!"

At once, he dropped his barrier and allowed the Soul of Erohim to blast into his palace and he did so with a triumphant roar, and his Soul poured into his Palace of Ice where it stopped in surprise…

"WHAT….WHAT…"

Rowan would imagine it took a lot to make a god speechless, but he could understand that sentiment. The Palace of Ice was the manifestation of his bloodline. It was a power far beyond what even a god could fathom, existing beyond all concepts of the material universe, and even in it weak state, the Soul of Erohim was in awe before it began to be filled with fear.

That awe and fear distracted the soul of Erohim long enough to not see the vast amount of Aether that Rowan had been building up. Perhaps it was the intuition of a god that made his awareness sweep towards the array of angels of char where a vast amount of Aether was circling and building up around their wings, but his attention came too late.

Throughout all the battles he fought, Rowan had always unleashed only a fraction of his Aether. The most he had used was not more than two hundred grains of Aether at a time because he had no technique available to him that was able to utilize all his Aether at once.

The total amount of Purple Black grains of Aether he had was dependent on both the number of Angels of Char he had and also his level. He is currently having 34,566 grains of Purple Black Aether, and he used them all at once!

His Vast Purple Black Aether rose and smashed into the soul of a god, and it froze it into a mountainous mass, with a flex of his will, the purple barrier covered his Palace of Ice once more.