"Bless me Father as I offer my body to you."
The Berserker Clone had lived for more than twenty years. This was twenty years too long for a technique that should at most last a day. Years spent in countless battles all for a singular purpose, he should have perished a long time ago, but the interference of the Children of Ruin kept him alive, and with life came change.
In all that time his consciousness had started to awaken, something that his creator did not even expect, after all, Rowan had thought he would be using hundreds if not thousands of Berserker Clones before he could reclaim the page of his Singularity.
The Berserker Clone had even begun to cultivate his powers beyond his allotted limits, and like all sentient lifeforms, he would inevitably start to ask questions about life, his purpose of existence, or if there was something else beyond his mission.
Twenty years was not a long time in the grand scheme of things, but there were lonely years during those moments when he would travel in the darkness of the Underverse and wonder… What is next?
He may have been a mirror of his creator consciousness when he was born, but now it was something different and Rowan was amazed that this clone had given birth to a soul.
The response to that question and more were answered when he felt his blooming soul carried in warm hands and delivered to a plateau of endless light.
"Haa…" The Clone sighed, "Is this what peace felt like?"
He stood on this plateau and beheld the form of his creator in the lines of the grass, and the songs of the birds, and a calm voice touched his heart,
"Your sacrifice is accepted, my child. Reap your rewards and enjoy eternity in my fields."
The Berserker Clone died, his soul was taken, and even his Soul Origin was birthed inside of his creator.
For the barest fraction of a moment the flesh of the clone was empty, and then the entity that was once Rowan Kuranes took his flesh, and even if it was for a short time only, he had been prematurely woken.
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Will was a transcendental power that was not permitted inside the universe and was the true nature of power outside the universe. Nothing without this power could fathom the true scope of eternity and beyond.
It was possible that in the entire lifespan of the universe, no single creature born from it would have the capability to grasp Will, even if the universe birthed countless gods and dominions. This process was incredibly difficult.
Every being of great power that grew from humble roots would slowly accumulate power as a god or an Archmage, and with time they will acquire the power of Intent.
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