The Primordial Record

As Rowan dispersed his Natal Treasure in the form of golden clouds of dust to his children below, his body which had begun to transform into a golden statue was slowly being reversed, another head of the Ouroboros Serpent exploded, and for a moment Rowan's entire body transformed into a golden statue, and as the gold slowly ran down his red hair and almost reached its tips, it paused and was reversed.

The last two explosions of the Ouroboros Serpents brought Rowan to the brink twice but he has carefully calculated how much he could withstand while carefully administering his Natal Treasure to all the billion of his children below.

The spread of the golden dust was fast, and in less than an hour it had covered the entire continent, leaving it in silence. Apart from Rowan standing in the heavens above and looking at his left hand, which was the only part of his body that was left that still contained a little bit of gold, the rest of his body was free of it.

He was in a weird state at this moment where it seemed as if his consciousness had been splintered into billions of pieces, and if not for his previous hive mind capabilities that made such a state of being normal for him, he would have lost himself. Rowan slowly came to terms with this new state of being and looked at the last portion of his Natal Treasure left.

Every Blood Blessed had been given a portion of his power, and this power he gave them was branding itself to their genes and souls and would be passed down to their children for all eternity, it was a symbiotic relationship where the growth of their power would affect him positively.

As always there would always be distinguished individuals among any population and the last of his Natal Treasures was for them.

Under his watchful eyes, the last speck of gold on his hand dissipated into a flood of golden dust that sought out several especially talented individuals among the Blood Blessed.

The average Blood Blessed could only accept one golden dust, but some could hold two, or more. Young Po held five, but Rowan was surprised when the greatest amount of golden dust absorbed was not by Young Po, but by an unborn child, a baby boy that should be born three months from now, he alone absorbed nine of the golden dust.

Rowan looked in interest at this boy, the present mortal body he wore had been taken to the limits of this world, but if Rowan was to be in the shoes of an average Blood Blessed with this body, then he would have been only able to receive seven or at most eight golden dust, yet this baby had taken nine.

It was a thing of beauty to witness some of the miracles of creation, Rowan smiled in his heart, he could not wait to see what this child could become in the future. The branch of his Ouroboros Bloodline had no central figure for them to align themselves, although the Lady of Shadow stood as the leader of all his children, it was undoubtedly known that she stood for the Angels, under the bloodline of Sheol, Maeve stood for the Eldar bloodline, which was his Tree of Desire and no one stood for his Ouroboros Bloodline.

With every Blood Blessed on the continent appearing to be dead but under intense transformation that would see Rowan rise as a strange new Ascendant, he sighed and dug into himself to discover what had changed with the addition of the third part of his consciousness, knowing he would only have one left to assimilate before he could awaken.

The first thing that immediately leaped out to him was the strength of his soul, but he was not too surprised, he had inferred that every part of his name seemed to carry several intangible benefits.

If his soul was a flickering candle flame before, now it was a blazing bonfire that could torch an entire world. It blazed with such great strength that it was even affecting the outside world as Rowan's surroundings began to warp as if under great heat.

In all his time alive, Rowan had never seen anyone with a percent of his present soul power, and if not for the current state of his body that was being healed by the influence of the Shiik, even this mortal shell would not be enough to hold his soil for more than a second.

Such much soul power almost made him feel drunk as if his mind was in a constant state of extreme stimulation.

He groaned and held his head as memory after memory assaulted him, some he recognized as they naturally fit into place, with the past things he had experienced inside and outside the universe, while others were unknown.

Rowan's eyes caught a trace of his waving red hair and that brought up an unknown memory of his, with his previous family bloodline whose red hair had blazed like fire.

NEARLY A MILLION YEARS AGO.

Empress Scarlet Sinshirin Kuranes, Daughter of the Sun and the Earth, Ruler of Trion stumbled into her throne room accompanied by the dark hooded figure that had been beside every ruler of Trion since its inception.

The battle with Telmus and the destruction of her crown had left her at the edge of death. The supreme power that she controlled that made her an equal with the gods had nearly killed her as they were shattered under the mighty blow of Telmus, and it was all her immortal Earth god body could do to preserve her life.

She needed her throne to access the hidden power of every Ruler of Trion so she could return back to the battle, the crown was not her only weapon. The Empress unexpectedly stopped and looked ahead, her face which was pale due to the damages she suffered under Telmus whitened further,

"How dare you, child!"

Sitting on her throne was Fury Kuranes, his nine-colored eyes were half closed and he was petting his phoenix who laid down on his lap, he lazily spoke without even looking at her,

"Do you see what is happening outside Mother? The world is ending and even the gods cannot hold back one man, a mere mortal. The same gods you wanted me to lay down my life for." he looked up with eyes blazing, "They cannot hold back a mere mortal, mother!"

The Empress's eyes went cold, and she pushed away the helping hand of the shadow by her side before standing straighter, her power, and majesty that had been cultivated within her after so many years of reign shining forth and even Fury looked at her with a bit of concern, after all, no other Ruler of Trion had been as dominant as the Empress,

"Is that your justification for sitting on my throne?"

Fury began to laugh, "Justification?! You crazy witch, you were about to sacrifice me to a failure because you held their power as sacrosanct, even over your own flesh and blood. Now you come before me Mother and your crown is broken, and here I am wondering, I am a god, a fucking High god on the verge of becoming God King and you are but mortal, what right gives you a throne before my presence?"