The Lady of Shadow shifted and faced him directly, and she began revealing her knowledge to him.
The method she communicated with, was not by words or any auditory sounds or gestures, it was with a sort of bloodline vibration that he instinctively understood.
Her reply was succinct, she only gave what he interpreted as one word: Weak!
Just the same reason his Ouroboros Bloodline would never accept any other bloodline that could affect his fleshy body. His Avatar of Eve bloodline would never allow any weak Spiritual Ability to occupy the same space.
The Lady of Shadow informed him that in the elevation of his bloodline, he would have Access to the Tome of Enoch. Which contained all the True names of creation, this would be his source of spells, not… weak trash!
She also told him that even if the Palace of Ice did not devour those Ability Runes for itself, it would still be a useless effort to preserve it as they will never be able to accept the full power of his Aether. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
Something she said made Rowan pause, and the became determined to rapidly boost his Berserker Aspect to higher levels quickly enough.
She told him that when he elevates the bloodline to the Legendary State, his purple black Aether would also receive a boost alongside it. At that time, if his Berserker Aspect was not more powerful than it currently is, he was going to lose it, no matter how much his Ouroboros Bloodline sought to preserve it.
The Berserker Aspect was not devoured not because it was powerful enough, according to the Lady of Shadow, it was only average. It only survives because it was rooted in his Ouroboros bloodline, and unlike the other Ability Runes that were consumed, they had no way of sustenance.
There was no time like the present, and Rowan discarded every other thoughts he had and manifested a pair of swords, and closed his eyes.
He would be using his Ouroboros bloodline essence to power the Berserker Runes, and every now, and then he would be using his Aether. Just a single use of his Aether has boosted his Smash technique by two levels, and it became his highest rated technique at Refined level 9.
A bloody light erupted from the swords as Rowan began a dance of Berserkers, he created simulations of enemies in his mind, Augustus, Lamia, the man in the black robe, the goddess, his father, the Primordial Keepers, he placed them before him, and he went to war.
Burning his vitality, the surrounding air turned red like blood as he activated Enrage, then vortex, every ten minutes he discarded the wrecked weapons and retrieved another, and like water flowing down a stream, his Berserker Aspects began to grow.
From outside the ground faint rumble like the earth moving resounded every now and then.
Above the earth, Suriel began to slowly move as it followed the golden rat, which quickly dispersed it clone by assimilating with it, and ran towards the third Continent giggling about his job well done.
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Six hours later, the ground began to quake, and then like an opening mouth it caved into itself, a red glow escaped the crash, revealing itself to be Rowan, who quickly created a Telekinetic pad and placed it under his feet.
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