Rowan smirked, "You call my dreams foolish, yet you flee, like a rat with its tail on fire."
The Narghal Tyrant frowned before saying, "You are lucky that a greater portion of my strength lies in the pillars it supports, or else I shall crush you like the bug that you are." freēwebnovel.com
Rowan shook his head in pity, "I am coming for your throne."
"You have already lost the chance." the Narghal Tyrant replied and apparently done with the conversation, turned to leave, and he did not place the next actions made by Rowan to be his concern, it was his greatest mistake.
Rowan brought out his Tower of Greed, but he covered it with his fist after he shrank the Treasure to the size of a grain of sand, and he said to the departing figure, "My words are heavier than gold," even as he activated the Origin Treasure—Tower of Greed.
A single floor from the Tower was consumed, leaving three floors behind, the pale Tower gleaming like bleached bones under the midday sky…
This was not the first time he was using this Treasure and he aimed to understand the mysteries behind its creation and usage, this was a long-term goal, and every chance he had, even in the midst of battle, he took the chance to learn as much as he could from it.
Rowan burned his vitality and channeled Eruption into his Agility to make sure that time went by as slowly as it could make it in his perception, what he saw happened is fast, only with this method could he glimpse a small portion of it.
A familiar sight came to him, something he now knew was called The River of Time. A place so powerful and mysterious, it affected all the Universes inside the Great Darkness.
The River of time, If it could truly be called a river, was a place where its dimension defied anything he had ever personally witnessed
He could hardly understand what he was even seeing, but he could feel its Aura and it was palpable, it was broad and endless, and Rowan knew trying to understand any part of it would lead him to madness.
It contained multiple universes and other primordial bodies that defied meaning and comprehension, he could feel certain Auras floating above the River of Time that any sort of observation from him would be enough to turn his mind to mush.
This place appeared both conceptual and real at the same time, almost like… his Nascent Primordial Bloodline!
His City of Sheol had a similar concept, it could change endlessly, seeming both real and unreal at the same time to an observer.
Then he saw the Ouroboros Serpent break through the water, pushing a spinning universe aside with its broad head and struggling to push itself through the wave that flowed inexorably in a single direction.
Rowan's quick action bore fruit as he discovered something new about the entire process.
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