The man in the golden mirror still slept, and the figure who just crushed the two Ouroboros Serpent sat down cross-legged in midair and waited patiently.
The area where the Calamity God had vanished vibrated as a weird scream emerged from space, and it shattered. From within that space, a tiny red flame that resembled blood appeared and began to drift toward the golden mirror.
Although this flame was tiny, the presence of the Aura it carried was so dense that it defied meaning. Its passage left destruction in space and time, and it seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
The fire was about to enter the golden mirror when the figure sitting down cross-legged made a gesture, and the flames paused, and no matter how it struggled, it was helplessly dragged towards his palm,
"How interesting, your hand also knows the touch of True Flame, how else can you tame the Chaos inside this cage? I should deprive you of this flame, but whether by treachery or thievery, you have stolen a spark of darkness, and perhaps it is fit that you should feel it touch like a newly born."
Unexpectedly, the figure released the flames and allowed them to drift into the mirror, "Take the darkness and face your judgment. I hope you shall allow your light to be engulfed by it. Many fear its touch, but only within darkness can true light be found in... Gaah!"
A hand pierced through the back of the figure and in it was a strange heart, because the heart had a face,
"Do you... talk this much?"
The man sleeping in the mirror remained, but a careful observation would show that it was a mirage, he had quietly appeared behind the figure and attacked. That man was Rowan, and outside the mirror, his flesh turned to stone, but it still held the power and flexibility of the previous Avatar bodies of the Primordial Ouroboros Serpent.
If the act of having his heart violently ripped away had any effect on the figure it did not show it, instead he looked at the golden mirror and sighed when he noticed that the mirage sitting on the throne of stars had vanished.
He turned his large head and looked at Rowan who was behind him, due to the constraints of having a flesh made from stone, Rowan was unable to shift his body to the configuration he wanted and was barely twenty feet tall, the entity who he had just taken their heart from was a hundred feet tall, only his head was nearly as large as Rowan's entire body.
The giant shrugged, the movement holding so much power it pushed Rowan backward and ejected his arm holding the large heart from his body, but Rowan as if expecting such a move, stomped the air, making the earth below explode for hundreds of miles and providing a counter force that bounced him back towards the giant, and this time went for the head.
His fingers nearly closed around the neck of the unknown entity where he would tear its head off, but a gesture from the still-seated figure held him in place, dissipating all his momentum, and trapping him in space like an insect in amber,
"Oh, how I relish the sky, I luxuriate under its light, I bathe in it. Do you not feel the same way, Eulxhu Thyak?"
Of course, Rowan could not reply since he was frozen in place, but his silence was almost like an acquiescence.
He did not know what this entity was, but he knew that perhaps it was one of the most powerful foes he had ever met. Rowan's true name was hidden by the Primordial Record, and to all of reality, his name was Rowan Kuranes, and only those who knew him would know his other name Romion.
His true name was a secret known only to him, but this entity had effortlessly plucked it away from nowhere, and Rowan was trying not to think about the silence that two of his children had once filled.
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