Rowan Will pulsed throughout his Dimension, and the flames inside his Angels brightened, the millions of Celestial Suns overhead began to rotate before disappearing deep into his Dimension, bringing light to the darkness.
The two Powers arose, standing on two feet, and their animalistic aspect seemed to transform into something extremely noble, they now resembled beastly knights. The single large eye in the middle of their head lit up like a star, and their mouths opened, filled with sharp golden fangs.
There was a red glow at the back of their throat that showed that they were filled with nothing but energy and flames, and their voices shook his Dimension, they spoke at the same time, their voices blending to appear as one.
For such frightening creatures, their voices were beautiful, meant for the greatest of songs and the most haunting of melodies, but the strength inside it could not be denied, their battle cries could transcend a universe, although a Power was not a general, it was the cornerstone in any Angelic Host, performing functions that even Higher Order Angels might be incapable of.
Generally, their position in an Angelic Host was to be either Guardians or Hunters. Their incredible strength would shatter even the staunchest of foes. Rowan was counting on this ability.
"By Your Will, Creator," a massive blade of red flames appeared in their hands, and they clasped it, bringing it up to their head as if in salute, "We shall wipe the universe of every filth who desecrates your Will."
Rowan's consciousness smiled as his evolution to the Fifth Supreme Circle was finally completed and he became Immortal. Hundreds of Consciousness Pillars began to hum as they came alive, and Rowan's perception spread out from his Dimension, at first it covered the entirety of Trion, and then the Galaxy, and in a breath, the entire universe.
He observed the entire state of the universe at this moment, everything seemed frozen in place when accounting for the speed of his perception, and he took note of every player on the battlefield.
There were far more powerful players than he had expected, but they were just distractions, his primary focus was on Golgoth, the Third Prince, and the mysterious last Reflection, he already had a clue about where the last Reflection could be residing after a process of elimination, but he was not worried that the Reflection would hide for long, not at the end of everything.
This battle was too important, and they would never allow Rowan to destabilize their plans.
Rowan's consciousness pinpointed the Third Prince who had just broken into the Empire-controlled territories, moving faster than the speed of light and would be arriving on Trion in two seconds.
From here, Rowan could see that his eyes were filled with desire, and it confused him for a brief moment before he understood that although he had shown his father a lot to be scared of, what he would be concerned about was mostly his potential.
Like Golgoth whom Rowan had tricked with his weakened consciousness, few could understand how quickly he could grow stronger given the right conditions, and the Third Prince had fallen into that trap of complacency.
Although Rowan could see the reason for his confidence, the Third Prince was a different beast than the fat and smiling figure of before. Now he resembled Rowan with long black hair and wore a scarlet robe. He was no longer controlling the distorted form of Intent and Rowan could feel the pulse of Will surrounding his speeding form.
Interesting.
He was no longer holding the poisonous blade, but Rowan knew that he could easily retrieve the weapon anytime he wanted. He remembered the ache from the destruction caused by this weapon and it aggravated him, but Rowan did not understand that the blade he was stuck with was a reflection of a Primordial Weapon, perhaps if he understood he would still not care.
Furthermore, he had seen Primordials battle, and if the Third Prince was foolish enough to think what he held could compare to a Primordial, then he was woefully misinformed.
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