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The smile from Eva lit up the world, and he was glad she accepted the name. If he was going to live in relative peace for a while, then the people close to him should be happy, and giving names was the least he could do.
Looking at their guest, Rowan drew the golden rat to him and holding it by the neck, began pumping it full of Aether, and unlike the freezing power of his Aether at the Mortal State, the difference between his current Aether and that one was like comparing a slight breeze to a hurricane.
The space around his hands began to crack as his Aether was breaking the fabrics of reality around it, not only because of its impressively low temperature, but also because of the nature of his second bloodline.
The golden rat held on for a few seconds, the innate vitality of its golden body stalling the freezing effect for a short while before the ice traveled up its head and down its spine, turning it into a monster rat shaped popsicle.
He clenched his fist and the rat exploded, turning into little chunks of ice. Rowan closed his eyes and checked the progress of his Angels in the three Continents, and they had made progress with their task, he nodded, "Time to move forward with my plans."
What he would do next would break the existing state of affairs and shift the wrath of the entire Empire on him, but he was no longer afraid of such consequences, already he had begun moving chess pieces, and he had brainstormed his next set of actions.
Suriel had already shown him the sight of Dorian moving through the plain a while back, and with a flash of light he appeared before Rowan.
To his credit Dorian only looked around in confusion for a short while before zooming at the seated figure of Rowan.
"Who are you?" Dorian growled, "how did you bring me here?"
"I would think the 'how' does not matter but the 'why'." Rowan cupped his chin with one hand as he rested on his throne, he suddenly stood up and dispersed his throne and began walking towards Dorian, "who I am does not matter, you are here to shine your brilliance to the universe one last time, before you die!"
Dorian started, and then he grinned, "you're not worthy. Many have tried before, but they all failed, for I am Dorian, Son of Scarlet, and I won't fall before my time." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
Rowan gestures around him, "Oh, but you will fall, it is as inevitable as the rising sun, and right here… this entire moon will be your theater to showcase your light. You would forgive me for not knowing the reason for your death."
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