The Primordial Record

Every creature inside Rowan's Mental Space was not mortal, and if they wanted they could stay impossible still like statues.

This was the present state of everyone present here. They all stood still, including the Angels of Char, and observed the ascending Angels.

For the first time, even that enigmatic Primordial Angel at the front rotated his head that was floating over his shoulders, and the face that resembled a lion looked over, the lights burning inside its eyes were like two full moons.

This silence stretched for another eighteen hours, and Rowan looked at the distance where the suns manifested by the angels were silently drifting and a slight trace of anger colored his eyes before fading away, he had to remind himself, that he had expected something like that.

The suns that were the hearts of each of the four Angels were ascending higher into the sky as they began to grow larger. Their sizes almost doubled. Yet the heat and the light coming from the suns were now getting weaker as a black shadow began to spread over the surface of the suns like smoke.

Merging with another Angel had reintroduced the taint into their bodies, and the immortal Intent destroyed by Sheol was making its way back into their bodies. This was the price he was paying for a quick power-up for his Angels, but it was worth it.

The growth of the sun slowly stopped and was now more than four thousand miles in diameter. Rowan breathed a sigh of relief, as the corruption did not reach the core of the suns but was thickly clustered around their surfaces, that was why the lights from it were reduced, yet beneath that surface, it still burned hot.

It was most likely that the Intent could not penetrate the core of the Angels because they had been cleansed, and even if it could slowly infiltrate into the bodies of the Archangels once more, Rowan would not permit it, and before his Archangels would even be deployed, he must make sure that he destroyed every last scrap of Intent left in their bodies.

With time they would cleanse this taint and only then would they be fully his. Rowan made up his mind that before he leaves the universe, he must solve the problem of the various Intents that were entwined inside him, including those of Chaos and the mysterious Intent on each of his Angels.

Another thirty hours passed, and a clap of thunder escaped from inside the forms of the four Angels, and then a vast suction force emerged from their bodies, that instantly sucked all the Aether drifting above the surface of the sea.

Below them, the Primordial Sea of Darkness began to rise as if it were iron fillings being attracted by a great magnet. The ascending Angels were more than a hundred thousand feet away from the surface of the sea, but that did not stop their ascent, as a vast stretch of water hundreds of miles wide rose to the skies until they settled below the feet of the Angels.

Rowan gave permission to his Territory and it lept and covered the Angels and began fusing with their bodies.

Billions of gallons of the black sea streamed into their bodies, and as if their physiques were bottomless pits, they drank all this power given to them, and their bodies began to grow. This change was also reflected in their suns, as they too began to expand dramatically.

From four thousand miles in diameter, they began to expand…

5,000 miles….

8,000 miles…

12,000 miles…

Before each suns stopped their growth at 15,000 thousand miles in diameter. The shadow that had covered them was suppressed to a small spot on their surface, and their light shone forth brighter than before.

The commotion from this occurrence was massive, as Rowan fed the growing Archangels enough Aether to power up a hundred solar systems, and yet it was not enough.

They continued drinking deep from the water for an entire hour before their bodies were satiated and with a loud cry, they shot into the air. Their bodies were now twenty feet tall with two sets of wings. They gave another great cry and their armor returned but now it was different.

No longer just gold, their armor now had parts that were made from a white metal, and there were no longer any runes merged with the armor, it was now blank. In addition to that, there were now two great eyes on their bodies. One was on the chest and another was at the back, fitting just between the two sets of wings.

A frightening Aura pulsed from their bodies and pushed everything back except Rowan, and this Aura traveled until it reached the ends of his Mental Space.

These were no longer Angels but Archangels, and the power and glory that could be easily found in every inch of their bodies would put any god to shame, even Rowan marveled at their beauty.

If before they could be mistaken for mortal then that disguise would no longer be possible for an Archangel.

Their large twenty-foot bodies did not look unwieldy, instead, they carried an elegant grace that attracted the eyes. They flapped their wings and vanished, their movements beyond what a normal Angel could ever accomplish.

They appeared before their creator and went on their knees, Rowan smiled and touched their armored heads that were nearly bigger than his seven-foot body.

He smiled, "From your winged backs, shall the foundation of my kingdom be built."

Giving them instructions to familiarize themselves with their new forms and powers, Rowan left his Mental Space.

His body shivered and he opened his eyes, and what appeared to be four suns drifted along his eyes, before reducing to pinprick. If one was to closely observe his eyes they would notice that it contained four bright suns.

He closed his eyes again as if he were asleep, but his mind was busy with various thoughts of the future.

Inside of Rowan's Mental Space, Eva was moving above the Primordial Sea of Darkness, as she followed behind one of the wandering suns, her eyes were wide with fascination, in her time as the previous Ruler of the Palace of Ice, she had never seen the heart of an Angel, Eva did not know that they even existed.