The Primordial Record

The lightning in the clouds rumbled overhead, this cloud had grown, and it was not natural. This cloud was filled with non-attributeless Primordial Aether, this was Rowan's hidden backup energy store, that he had been slowly generating by himself after he understood how the Aeorkron Core worked.

Rowan had been able to divert a portion of those Primordial Aether and keep them above in the form of lightning bolts, and his eyes followed the roving bolts of lightning, seemingly entranced by their movements.

Now that he was here at this moment, he did not feel fear or regrets, only a heightened sense of things…

The wind blowing at hurricane speeds that could hardly ruffle his hair…

The scent of the Forge, the closest he could relate was jasmine…

The sounds… The energy flowing through the expanse around him…

The lightning filled with pure power… He could feel it all.

With his perception, he could follow every individual bolt, which was traveling at a paltry 270,000 mph.

As a human such speed was beyond their understanding, even a Dominator at the Earth god level may struggle with following the bolt of lightning, but Rowan could easily do so.

He had grown so powerful in such a short time it was now so hard for him to separate himself from when he was powerless and his present state.

Rowan understood that somewhere down the line, he had forgotten what mortals and even gods understood as easily as breathing...

'Everyone has limits… Even me. My growth is fast, but I'm still rising and my journey is long. I have not reached my destination in this journey of self-discovery, only one question is important…'

Rowan whispered to himself, "Who am I?"

He noticed that his striking serpentine eyes were gone.

His eyes no longer blazed with the color of gold like before, but now it was a muddy brown as if it were a mixture of many colors. He was not dissatisfied with this color, because it signified something pure, something that was basic.

He could rebuild himself from the ground up.

Rowan's smile was beautiful, "I make myself from my clay."

The first Title he ever had was Plane Walker, he began to explore what this Title meant to him.

Rowan had lived across many lifetimes, or at least a part of himself. That part of him that lived like a mortal on an unassuming planet in an unassuming universe was unaware of his true place in the grand scheme of things.

Those separate parts of himself came together, traveling beyond death, beyond their individual universes, two separate entities that became one…

Rowan once heard in his previous life on earth that, 'Death was the only bridge between man and god. What more can a mortal do that is more absolute than death.'

Somehow this word had stuck in his heart. Now that he had died so many times in so many ways, it was not strange that he now understood the divine more deeply, even killed his fair share of gods, although most of them were not deserving of his hunger.

Rowan shrugged, 'food was food. Death is my business. I have waited too long for this day, and now it is here."

His voice rang out, strong and implacable, "I am no longer Rowan Carter from Earth, and I am no longer Rowan Kuranes from Trion…"

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In a Realm of Fire, a goddess sat upon a throne of molten magma and shifting cinders. Her eyes were closed as if in deep sleep, but she was humming, her divine voice pulsing with power and Aether, moving through the endless void.

The throne she sat upon rested a million miles in the air, and it spewed out a vast amount of molten magma with a temperature that was hotter than stars, thick black smoke billowed from it and shrouded this place with darkness for endless miles.

Below her throne were an uncountable number of worlds that were being birthed in chaos and flames, only to die and be reborn. Endless creatures of great power roamed in this place, and the power of the goddess could be felt here, more stable than the earth and hotter than the sun.

In this hellish domain, the voice of Rowan resounded,

"I am no longer Rowan Kuranes…"

The goddess shuddered and awoke with a fury that shook this entire space. Her Heaven vibrated and Hell was let loose. In an instant trillions died as her fury surged higher and higher.

With a howl of disbelief and anguish, Kuranes rose from her throne and began to ascend towards Trion.

Her body began to split open, and a vast amount of blood erupted from it which began to decay and turn to ash.

The goddess began to rapidly age, her billowing red hair turning white.

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I am no longer just the son of Elura, Empyrean of Life, or my… father, that broken Abomination. I am a new being, taken from something broken and fragmented to become something unknown,"

Rowan's voice began as a whisper, a tiny sound that held earth-

shattering resolve, it was slowly becoming louder as he spoke and the entire Forge went silent as formless energy began to grow, stifling everything here.

The Orb overhead began to quiver, the same happened with his Ouroboros bloodline as deep cracks began to explode on his body, suddenly a violent shockwave erupted from his body and even the Sovereigns could not hold it back, it was impossible for them to hold it back.

With a loud cry, they redirected the power outside and it erupted from the Forge and spread throughout the material universe, faster than the speed of light until it reached the desert where the Third Prince battled endless foes.

That force touched all the great powers in the universe, from the Great Towers of the Mages to the deep void where the Abyssal Hells were pushing their corruption into the universe, to the Heavenly Outpost where the Celestials waited for the universe to age so that they could begin to roam, to other deeper areas….

The universe itself began to stir.