The Primordial Record

Rowan urged his consciousness to become calm. He was here, at the end of everything, after all the setbacks and the unknown challenges he had faced, he had the opportunity to break the chains held over him all his life.

Rage would not do the job, the Reflections of the Primordial of Evil had faced rage before and they had survived it. What he needed was a cold and calculating wipeout of his enemies. Every single one of them, even if he had to wipe out the rest of the universe to do so.

He set his mind to his task, time inside his Dimension flowed faster than outside, and he had the ability to make considerable changes inside him, but he did not have too much of it. Soon the eyes of the universe would fall upon him, and he would not be the one to blink.

Creating an Angel required a single eye, and he already had a hundred million Angel at hand, a force that could equal a hundred million Minor gods, yet his Angels were without equal in their Ranks, and even a Major God would not be able to stand against a single Angel and their wide array of powers.

This force was enough to sweep the entire universe clean many times over, but for the enemies he would be facing, they were not enough and he could take it further.

He had to make Archangels that required two Eyes, which meant he had to fuse two Angels that were originally supposed to have been a singular entity.

This process was called Resonance. Extremely powerful Angels could be born inside Rowan, but they would be scattered across multiple bodies, and he would need to fuse all these bodies for him to bring back the Angel to their original power.

Whatever led to the death of these Angels shattered them into fragments, and resurrecting them meant uniting those fragments into a single whole.

A majority of Angels would never surpass the Rank of Angel, they were born to be Angels, and would never leave that Rank, although Rowan's Angels were different because he could still merge them with other entities even with mortals, this process increased their potential, and up till now he had not noticed if it brought about any changes in the Hierarchy of the Angelic Hosts.

However, he considered that such changes would only take place after a long span of time.

Rowan had billions of Angels of Char to choose from and he made sure that every resurrected Angel had the potential to become at least an Archangel, and so in a single move, the hundred million Angels fused to their Resonance partner, beginning their transformations into becoming Archangels.

Rowan's Primordial Sea of Darkness should have been transformed into the Sea of Ambrosia after his bloodline evolved to Sheol and its influence over his Primordial Sea began to accelerate with every moment that went by. More of the Sea of Darkness was being transformed into Ambrosia, a powerful form of Aether with a deep connection to the Soul.

At this time his two Primordial Seas were separated half-and-half, one side of it was filled with darkness, and the other was filled with sparkling waters shining with every color in existence. In the darkness were his Angels of Char, and in the light were his awakened Angels.

The only reason this balance was maintained between these two Primordial Seas despite the influence of his awakened Angels and the City of Sheol was that with every new unawakened eye that emerged in the depths of the Primordial Sea, and every new Angel of Char that was born, the Primordial Sea of Darkness became stronger, increasing its depths and its ability to push against the Sea of Ambrosia.

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Every birth of an Archangel came with a unique sign that had shocked him the first time he witnessed it, but he has now become used to the sight. The hearts of the Archangels would be drawn into his Dimension, which was already stunning, but if you consider that their hearts were Celestial Suns, it would take the wow factor to another level.

Golden pillars of light and fire blasted out from the bodies of the Archangels, shooting to the skies and disappearing in the thick clouds above, and then they exploded. Each explosion expands into a Celestial Sun hundreds of miles in diameter.

The bodies of the Archangels were folded on themselves, their heads tucked into their legs, and wings wrapped around their bodies as if they were in deep sleep. To complete their Ascension to the Rank of Archangel, he would need to feed them. Just because they were now Archangels did not mean their growth was complete, like newborns, they needed the right fuel to reach their full potential.

Without his intervention, they might have taken millions, perhaps even billions of years to complete their growth, but Rowan had enough power to spare, and this process was cut short to minutes.

Previously Rowan had fed his first four Archangels with Aether from his Primordial Sea of Darkness, but now that he had a better alternative, he would not be giving these beings of light food from the darkness.

He commanded it, and the Sea of Ambrosia rose up in such titanic volumes that they would have drowned a star, and they covered the fifty million Archangels. It pulled all the Archangels below, pushing them to its depths where it began to nurture them. Every second that passed, billions of gallons of Ambrosia were pushed into the bodies of the Archangels, and Rowan looked up where the fifty million newly born stars began to expand.

The power of his Sea of Ambrosia was so powerful that a few compressed drops were able to kill Boreas, although that situation had been a bit special, it showed the amount of energy contained in every drop, enough power to shorten a growth time frame of billions of years to a few short minutes.

From a few hundred miles in diameter, the Celestial Suns began to expand, pushing out so much heat and light that his entire Dimension began to heat up, pushing the surface temperatures to millions of degrees, but his Primordial Sea of Darkness began to release a black mist that cooled the Dimension.

His Dimension was nearly the size of a universe, but his Aether was sufficiently powerful enough to affect all of it.

Everything required balance, if he did not have the Primordial Sea of Darkness, Rowan's powers would sooner or later be corrupted and he would become an Avatar of Light, but he knew Light already had an owner, and he would never be a servant to a Primordial, even one as powerful as the Ruler of Celestials.

The suns in the sky soon reached their maximum limit, each of them averaging around 22,000 miles (ca. 35,406 kilometers) in diameter, although some of them were bigger, this would indicate that those Archangels still had room for growth.

Previously when he created Archangels and fed them with his Primordial Sea of Darkness, the maximum limit that the Suns had reached was 15,000 miles (ca. 24,140 kilometers) in diameter, although he had noticed that over time they had been able to grow to reach this level after standing inside the Sea of Ambrosia for all this years, it still confirmed his speculations that feeding his Angels with Ambrosia was the better alternative.