Rowan stood in a void, surrounded by heavenly bodies made from gold, with his perception he could see vast galaxies without number, roving worlds, and whispering stars, and in the void, he could hear the whispers of the first part of his True name uttered from the mouths of countless beings whose creator had returned...
Trrshikrhl Velhyez Ywnmryr...
Desolator of Universes...
Rowan paused, peering at the immensity of his consciousness and knowing this was a fifth of his entire power, and it was dormant, yet the power contained in every speck of light could crush a thousand worlds.
This fragile mortal body he inhabited began to shiver, every cell in its body nearly rebelling against the might it was witnessing, and Rowan had to shatter all his nerve endings, leaving him paralyzed for him to just stand in place. His consciousness took over puppeteering the mortal body.
Opening himself up to his remnant, Rowan accepted this portion of his consciousness and as the only part of his consciousness that was awakened, no matter how small it was, the dormant consciousness found a target and began to move toward him.
That whisper that chanted the first portion of his True Name built to a roar that resounded all over the void, and like a powerful black hole drawing reality itself into its crushing embrace, the entire universe of gold began to rush toward Rowan.
A planet hurtled towards him, the first of the many, and it slammed into him with indescribable force, Rowan's tiny body was lost in the immensity of this world and when it seemed as if the planet would crush him to nothingness, his blue robes spread out wide like wings and the massive planet shrunk and embroidered itself in his robe.
Rowan rocked back, feeling a sweet taste rush from his throat to his tongue as his internals were shredded to fine mist. His healing took care of the damage in a second, this could kill him, crush the remnants of the consciousness in this fragile mortal body.
"You shall break... again and again..."
He looked ahead at the immensity of the heavens rushing towards him and Rowan smiled, blood pulsing with blue light falling from the side of his lips, and he roared,
"Bring it!"
His tiny figure was drowned by the endless infinities of the heavens, but his roar never faded.
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