The Primordial Record

Rowan's action inside the infinity bubble paused for the barest of moments before he continued his actions, Lost had just destroyed all the warships in the upper continents and the reverberations had reached him, all the way inside the infinity bubble.

If he wanted he could push part of his consciousness to focus on the ongoing battle, but that slight movement could reveal him to those still actively searching the infinity bubble for his presence.

Rowan could only receive brief flashes of the battle and their thoughts, but it was more than enough for him to track current events while he focused on the task at hand.

From the outside looking in there might not seem as much changes in the number of chains covering Rowan's body, but coming closer would reveal that the top half of Rowan's body was now free, the amount of Will chains now dwelling inside his Destroyer was now astronomical, and it did not appear as if Rowan was swinging a sword but a titanic serpents made from chains.

Every move he made made the entire infinity bubble tremble, and since it was as large as a universe, the scale of this commotion could be imagined, although it destabilized the surroundings well enough, it also served as a homing beacon to those who were discerning and patient, and of those that hunted him, there were many among their numbers with such traits, it was only a matter of time before he was found.

If he was to scale through this hurdle, Rowan would need more of an edge, and the plans he had laid down during his two years of strengthening his soul bore fruit because it was at this moment that the advantages of Rowan pushing the Will Chains into his Destroyer began to show.

Although silent, his Destroyer had a Spirit that was extremely powerful, and it had spoken only once at the moment of its birth before it remained silent forever.

Rowan would never forget those words. The destroyer had said,

"I am your sword my Creator and you are my sheath. Taste my sharpness and marvel at the work of your hand."

Rowan had replied to Apollyon in completion of their bond,

"You are my Weapon, and I shall taste your sharpness and that power would be held over the entire universe. You shall be my sword... Everything that is, was, and is to come shall fall before your might."

At the time he created the Destroyer, his vision had been stunted, he had thought the universe was a great enough power, but as he would come to know, he had always underestimated his potential, no matter how much he thought he knew his limits. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

This Spirit in the Destroyer was special, and Rowan over the years had been exploring all its complexities, and he was able to determine that he would never understand the full power of this Spirit until he became much more powerful, he had managed to create something ridiculously powerful because of his circumstances and not his knowledge base.

Rowan thought that if this Spirit had a sense of humor, then it would have secretly smiled when Rowan thought holding it over only a single universe was something noteworthy. It must have laughed in amusement at a creator who did not know his limits.

The Spirit within his Destroyer, Apollyon was primarily a Destroyer, yet its power was also extremely versatile in ways that Rowan had not fully comprehended, and its powers of Destruction could be used to nurture.

Rowan knew that the evolution of a Destroyer had many paths, and he did not know what it would mean for his Destroyer to hold Will chains within it, and he knew that he might not know the effect until later in the future. However, a portion of that future was manifested much more quickly than he had estimated.

Rowan did not know what Apollyon did to the Will Chains, but the chains that were thickly clustered around the sword began to dematerialize into black smoke before they were absorbed by the blade, the process began slow but grew increasingly faster as the Destroyer became more proficient in absorbing the Will Chains.

Before long the black smoke began to spread out of the blades, aiding Rowan in the absorption of the Will Chains and his eyes began to glow bright. He would soon be free. With his Time-Stack in combination with Apollyon absorption, infinity became less.

This present situation ultimately made him think about balance, on how it pervades everything in existence, even to the extent of affecting someone like him.

He should easily have a straight journey to the top when he cultivates his power as a holder of a Singularity from the moment of his birth, a treasure that it seemed was something that only Primordials had the right to possess, but at every turn in his ascent, there would always be peculiar roadblocks that he needed to overcome in order to reach the next step.

Most of the challenges he faced were of many magnitudes greater than the level of power he was about to breach, and he had to use everything in his arsenal to prevail.

Where others searched blindly in the dark, he had a clear path forward, but the only problem he had was that his oath was filled with all manners of devious traps. He could practically hear balance screaming in his ears every time he upgraded to a higher level,

"Hey, you have so many advantages that it can no longer just be described as unfair. Your presence makes everyone who has strived and suffered to reach their present position to be considered supremely unlucky in life even the ones who have been granted great favor and talents are all beggars before you, and so to balance all that awesomeness, you would have to face dangers that no one else should be able to survive. I think that's fair, I think that is balanced. Of course, it should be extremely clear by now that in this issue, your opinion has no stand. I believe you called it... The Price of Power."

Rowan had to suppress a chill when he felt this thought was not as random as it appeared, it felt more like a memory.

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Labaletai, the Chaos Door had finished his preparations for his return to Doom Star. The special Avatar he created that could pierce through the extremely tough dimension of Doom Star took great resources and a whole lot of essence, but for what he would be gaining and taking off his hands, it would all be worth it.

For the Chaos Door with his talent to pierce across Space-time and place an Avatar of himself at that location was extremely easy, but he had been severely tested in his attempts to break into Doom Star, not once but twice, and still keep his intrusion under wraps.

The only reason he could achieve such an incredible feat was experience. Labaletai had been breaking into places he was not supposed to for a very long time.

As a Fifth level dimensional entity, the ability of the Chaos Door to pierce through Space- time was not considered to be rare, every fifth-dimensional being was capable of such a feat, what was considered special about him was his ability to create nearly an infinite number of Avatar and keep them at various location in space-time.