It was a brief look inside the mind of his creator, and Andar knew he would never be the same again, there were some doors that should never be opened.
He had never felt so vulnerable, he should not have seen this memory, his nerves felt raw as if they had been irreparably damaged… Perhaps Rowan had expected that Andar would be much stronger before he was able to access these memories, but this event did nothing but push it forward.
How could he have expected that Andar would meet Mages as powerful as Tower Masters when he was nothing but a Rank 1 Mage? Of all the emotions that Andar had towards him, from adoration, love, and many others, a new one was added to the list, and it was terror.
Rowan's mind seemed to be filled with nothing but endless ice and… nothingness. It was like being inside the mind of the void. It seemed to be nothing but an infinite nothingness, yet it was also aware.
What Andar did not understand was that he was sensing the lack of a Soul inside Rowan, for unlike anyone he had ever known, including the Tower Masters here, they all had a Soul, but Rowan did not.
What Andar had just experienced was the mind of a Nascent Primordial. Since the beginning of Time, it was unknown if anyone in creation had ever had the chance to experience something like this, and whether this would be of benefit to Andar or lead to his doom.
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For the brief moment he had become Rowan, this was what he had witnessed.
In that vision, he had seen a new sky. New in the sense that the universe had just been born and its cries of birth were still ringing throughout the cosmos.
He heard a sigh and saw a world of the distant past.
There was a god on his knees, and his blood washed all the stars around him until an entire galaxy was red. His skin had been peeled away and it was used to make a foundation for a world that was as massive as Trion.
A man with white and black hair walked up to the kneeling god, and as he did his size began to grow until an entire star could fit on one of his fingernails.
He stopped before the god, stretched forth his hand, and placed it on the head of the god, he muttered an old phrase that Rowan was able to understand,
"SUNDER!"
The god's body was torn into six pieces, his four limbs and torso were pinned to five bright stars, and his head was taken away by the man with white and black hair.
As the gigantic man walked away, the eyes of the god slowly closed, but a message was left behind,
"Cleave my bones… Eat my heart… My Will shall ever remain. The stain that shall stay."
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This is where the memory had ended, but Rowan did not understand everything he had seen in that vision, now Andar did.
The Tower Master Silas Black had killed the Chained God, which should be one of the first gods born in the universe who holds a Nemesis Stone.
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