Well, he had tougher odds before!
The golden beast with clothes suddenly stopped when it was a few miles out, and began to vibrate. Rowan did not attack, as he was curious about what it was doing, and also cataloging what he could do without using any of his Ability Runes.
The vibration increased in intensity and the golden rat began to scream and curse, and like a stuck page on a book being forced open, the golden beast split into two identical copies, down to the clothes, except the color pattern had changed.
The sounds that were made when the split occurred were sickening. Like flesh being ripped apart by unearthly strength.
The first beast wore a white jacket and a black top hat, while the second wore a black jacket and a white top hat. The golden rat both panted for a bit, while making low moans of pain. The former relaxed and ordered the latter to proceed.
Rowan cocked his head to the side while observing this interaction. This golden rat had the ability to clone itself, and judging by the speed in which it did so, it could do it in under twelve seconds.
The information Rowan lacked however was how many more times could it clone itself, and how long was the duration of the clone's existence.
Most importantly, was the first rat that was giving the orders a clone or the real beast? And how much information about him has this beast gathered?
Due to the fact that Rowan could not detect this beast normally, as its fur seemed to be in a constant state of invisibility. Without Suriel Sight this beast could have been close to him for an extremely long time, and he would have had no idea.
Rowan kept back his weapons, he could no longer use this creature as an experimental subject for his apparent corrupt Ability Runes, he would have to wipe it out at once, and he still had the means.
He called up the Lady of Shadow from the Palace of Ice, and she appeared beside him. Silent and mysterious, she appeared to understand what he needed, and she brought a single cupped palm up to her face and began whispering inside the palm.
From the knowledge from his bloodline, he understood she was performing a spell. His angels were also capable of performing spells, but in a very limited manner. She specialized in spell craft and had virtually no physical capability.
Yet her powers were enhanced to a ridiculous amount, the only detail about her powers she could tell him was that her spells all fell under a branch of Enochian Spells, like always, she did not elaborate what that fully meant.
With a final harsh sound, she removed her palm from her face and opened it. On her palm were many tiny faces as small as ants. The faces resembled those of infants, and they were all whispering to each other. It was a small mercy to Rowan that all their eyes were closed.
Bringing back the palm closer to her face, she puckered her lips and blew into her palm, releasing the thousands of whispering babies, and they flew with a mystical wind through the rocks, and then they separated in two.
One of the clusters of whispering babies entered the ears and eyes of the golden rat closer to the cavern and covered it, while the other went after the waiting golden rat. They did not seem to notice that their eyes and ears were now filled with the heads of the whispering babies.
It was an eerie sight because it almost appeared as if they were filled with writhing maggots.
The two golden rats suddenly jerked as if they were both electrocuted and began moving towards him, doing away with any of their previous stealth.
The eyes and ears of the golden beast were filled with the faces of the whispering babies who were doing one thing: feeding them lies, it would show them another reality and make it their truth. This spell reminded Rowan so much about the Nexus that he grimaced. freewēbnoveℓ.com
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