A slow breeze borne by Aether swept past Rowan and his Ouroboros Serpents and reached the gods, stirring a myriad of emotions in all their hearts.
They all stood in the air, and if Rowan had not burned the atmosphere there would be massive clouds passing by, but now there were only the faintest signs of a breeze, as the world itself struggled to awaken from the massive wounds inflicted on it.
As the last of the breeze went past the gods Rowan looked down at the massive serpents below him, and he gasped inside as he sensed a weird change in his physiology, rapidly calling up his Primordial Record, he smiled when he saw what just happened.
He was now a year older.
Although a lot has happened during the past few years, it was an undeniable fact that Rowan was now 15 years old, ironically the same age as Andar.
The universe itself was being threatened by a pair of teenagers!
He had felt a slight change in his Physiology that he had not witnessed before, perhaps it was because during the last three years that went by he had been asleep, but the world was slightly different in his eyes.
The change was so slight only his enhanced perception detected it. If he went by this change and calculated when he would be able to understand this change that was happening to him, it would take at least a few centuries.
He smiled again, 'I have time, if I win this battle here, then I will win the war against my father… then I will have time.'
"My babies," Rowan whispered and all the eyes of the Ouroboros Serpents turned to him, "kill!"
His Ouroboros Serpents roared, and like a charging golden avalanche, they headed towards the gods, their bodies shattering space, as an Aura of incomparable menace surrounded them.
The gods were taken aback at first at this dreadfulness charging towards them, but they were gods, their minds had been toughened by the ages and the power they had all held for so long.
They did not really understand the true meaning of fear, after all, most of them attributed the death of Murrihm to the fact that Rowan had found his way into his Divine Kingdom, as far as they were concerned, Rowan could not easily do the same to them, not while they were all resisting him together.
Death was nearly impossible for these immortal creatures, and the only thing left was the war.
Shario was the first to charge ahead with the two armored Horsemen of War and Judgement; they were followed by twelve other gods who were versatile in close combat.
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