Rowan had always been careful about the questions he asked the Oracle anytime he visited the Covenant, knowing that it would inevitably be recorded and scrutinized, but questions about the Demon Ohrox were fair game.
One of his inquiries was about the Origin Treasure in his Mental Space, he wanted to know its purpose, history and any other of its uses apart from serving as a channel to the Covenant, after all he could be holding the most powerful treasure of the Prince of Destruction, it would be foolish not to control such a treasure, also Rowan had noticed the Origin Treasure in his Mental Space, that white tower, was beginning to grow.
From what he could infer, Augustus must have owned this Treasure for centuries, yet he had no idea how to repair it or what it was even made of, plus the many tens of thousands of years it had been missing must have damaged it a lot.
Yet it was only someone like Rowan that could unlock the true capability of this treasure because his Mental Space as he learned was solid enough to resemble a god’s own and his Aether was just as powerful.
It was enough to heal an Origin Treasure. No god would place a foreign Origin Treasure in their Mental Space, but Rowan was ignorant about these matters, and he had a Mental Space closer to a god, so he was able to activate and allow the Origin Treasure to begin rebuilding itself.
Rowan had asked the oracle, the history of the Origin Treasure, according to her, its history was shrouded in fog, but the Prince of Destruction acquired it from the ruler of the Abyss, who it was said acquired it from a location outside the known universe. The name of the Origin was called the Tower of Greed, and it was an Origin Treasure that was Aspected to Time.
It had a heaven—defying primary function, which was, collecting the present memories and Spirit of its user and channeling it back to their past selves, of course there were many restrictions to this power.
Before Ohrox death, he had been able to build the treasure up to twelve levels, and for a Demon of his power, it could only take back his Spirit back for just a few minutes, but that was enough to make Ohrox one of the most dreadful combatants on the battlefield, it was why the only way to defeat him was to do so with overwhelming power, enough to kill him tens of time, else he would never lose, and he would adapt to your every move and slay you with a single blow, while unknown to you, the battle had happened a hundred times before that single moment.
He had seen a recording of a battle of Ohrox, and it was short and grainy for recording beings at the godlike level when they battle was difficult, but he remembered the utter beauty of Ohrox when he battles. It was not barbaric, but it was a dance. A dance of destruction as every single blow he dealt achieved the maximum amount of damage possible. Every single blow!
The Tower Rowan had with him had only one floor, and a second had been slowly growing, it was not yet complete, and activating this time ability would damage the treasure and increase its recovery time, he had hoped to never use this Origin Treasure until he was strong enough to defend it, but now he has broken that promise with another.
Before this day was done, he was going to kill Dorian!
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Sounds came first. ｎ𝚘𝚟ｌ.ｃｏ𝚖
“—petty things for now, but as time goes on, I would not be surprised to see, rape and murder among the disgruntled people. You would sometimes be surprised by the amount of darkness in the hearts of men…”
Where am I? What is this darkness?
“Besides, you’re Erohim. Who am I to go against your wishes!”
Yes, I see now. Dorian, flames, time… I have someone I need to kill before the day runs out.”
Rowan’s vision returned to him, and he saw the inquisitive face of Circe looking at him, she was drinking his wine with a nonchalant attitude, but inside her eyes he could see her wariness.
He looked below and saw the convoy and the people going about their activities, and the sounds of happiness and productivity happening below him, and Rowan stilled for a brief moment, and he assigned one of his consciousness to play ahead with the events that previously happened, and he continued speaking with Circe following the same script as before, while his second pillar of consciousness took care of what was happening inside his body.
It was interesting making a conversation while knowing precisely the response you were going to receive, Rowan stuck to the scripts as he began speaking in Medan, “I speak to you with no falsehood. You can have my word on this Circe Boreas. I have no quarrel with you and yours. My enemies are not yours, except if you wish to add yourself to their number.”
“I would be a fool to act against you… at this time. I may not understand the reason you are taking some of your actions, but as long as I’m assured that you have no intent to cause harm to me and my people, then I seek no quarrel with you. Yet, I have to ask, how do you learn to speak Medan like that?”
While these played out, earth—shaking changes were happening inside Rowan’s body, but with his Telekinetic control and the energy cloak he created below the clothes he was wearing, he was able to hide all the activities happening inside him.
He was not aware if it was because of his Ouroboros bloodline, or some other factors but when his mind traveled back in time to a few hours back which was the present moment, it was not the only thing it brought back.
What is this? How can this be happening inside of me?
His Ouroboros bloodline should have an Aspect if time to it, as his assumed his resurrection ability was a sort of Time Reversal ability, and the combination of that properties must have done something beyond what the Origin Treasure was capable of, for all the information the Covenant told him about this Origin Treasure, there was no mention about it granting the ability to merge your future self with your present!
Because at this time, that was what was happening inside Rowan’s body.
The changes happening were vast in scope, but it was also incredibly gentle, as if his bloodline had opened a channel to a place in time, and it was simply passing along what it had collected in the future down into the present.
Rowan was aware of the image of the Ouroboros, a serpent who was swallowing its tail, and he knew it represented infinity, a sign of the utter tyrannical nature of this bloodline to break the natural course of things.
Everything it had devoured was its own. Even time could not stop it from spitting them out!