The Third Prince scowled as he turned to observe the receding light hauling away the Divine Palace of Erohim. Considering the Speed of Astrolabe, it was amazing that he was able to track its movements at all. In a few moments, he would not be able to follow it, for the speed alone was so bizarre it had already crossed ten percent of the Empire Space.
He considered going after the Palace, and retrieving its contents, but his main prize was still below and he muttered a curse, most of which was directed at Boreas for his delays in arriving and towards Rowan’s damned bloodline that brings new surprises to him every time.
Although he considered that this light should not be a bloodline power but a powerful Treasure. The luck of this boy was phenomenal, and it was annoying nonetheless to be at the receiving end of it, he had survived many impossible situations, by using his wit and a healthy dose of luck.
The Third Prince mused if his influence was what was bringing this luck to Rowan, it was a plausible reflection, one he would consider in time.
He cheered and clapped as Boreas arose, wishing he still had more of the hell brew as the going was getting good, and he gritted his teeth at the waste of an Elura Shard when Boreas began remaking the world. As always, they always disappointed him with the manner they used these shards, with Boreas being the biggest perpetrator.
This god was just too damn rich, and that was saying something coming from the Third Prince. He felt his gum itch when he visualized biting into the firm thighs of Boreas and taking a chunk from all those goodies. All the gods of Trion he mused angrily, were too rich, and he hated the restraints he placed on himself, so he did not rob them blind.
Time never seemed so fast or so slow! How many more millions of years would he have to wait before he ate his fill?
The glow from the Third Prince’s eyes shone bright red, and it could be seen if you zoomed in close to observe his eyes that these were not flames, but something else… It was Aura.
It was Aura that was condensed to an astonishing amount that became visible due to the sheer intensity of the emotion that was escaping from his body.
That Aura was hunger.
After that brief distraction with the escaping Divine Palace, his eyes became focused on Rowan. What surprises would he show to him next?
But then the Third Prince was beginning to have a growing sense of disquietness, something was wrong with this picture, and he was about to place his finger on it, when Rowan turned and stared directly at him.
He looked around, as if checking if there was anyone beside him, but there was nobody else. Rowan was indeed looking directly at him. The Third Prince’s brows furrowed before he made an explanatory sound, “Aha!” He brought out the pages of the Singularity and held it in his hands. “This is the culprit! Here I thought it was another fantastic bloodline power you were about to show me.”
When he listened to Rowan’s words, he cursed aloud, “You cheeky little ass. Who’s been teaching you to talk like this?” The Third prince said. “Nice strategy, by the way, you have drawn thunderhead attention my way. But… haha, he cannot see me or touch me, what are you going to do next? Boreas is not a patient god”
Still Rowan had succeeded in a manner, and the damage was done, Boreas had turned to his direction, but there was no way he could see the Third Prince even if he tried his best. He could bet on it.
This was a trick he learned a while ago inside a forgotten world. He was digging through a dead civilization when he came across a series of unique scripts.
Upon activation, they did one thing only. That was to hide from Heaven’s Gaze. This civilization was old beyond reason, existing far beyond their allotted time, with the evidence he saw, they even survived the death of their previous universe, a spectacular feat from a civilization who did not have any powerhouses that could equal a god.
Those scripts had protected them from the entropy of the universe, but it did nothing to protect them from the rot within. War, famine, diseases, and so many other factors tore the world apart, and when he had found the remains of the world, everything inside it was dead, even the air itself.
The scripts had been damaged and even after all this time, he had not managed to restore even five percent of their original capabilities, and he suspected that it was due to a factor he could not control, for perhaps these scripts only worked at full power for only that specific lost bloodline, and it was impossible for him to reach that far back in time and drag a screaming native back to him.
Nevertheless, it was enough for the Third Prince to shield himself even from the gaze of the gods and perform so many of his works, but he did not anticipate that the camouflage could be pierced by the Sigils connected to the Singularity. In hindsight now, it was foolish for him not to consider that possibility. ｎ𝚘𝚟ｌ.ｃｏ𝚖
Yet unknown to him, he had given himself away to Rowan’s attention by the earlier pulse of energy he gave out when searching for the souls that should have been left behind on Jarkarr.
Boreas’s next words of his suspicion that the Covenant were responsible for all that had transpired was both right and wrong and it made him laugh.
“Oh, they were here all right.” The Third prince wanted to say, “But you see, I killed the Demon here that had been interfering with your business.”
Of course, he did not say that, he wanted to see what Rowan would do next, and whatever abilities he should be able to pull out from his hat of seemingly endless tricks.
His mind was about to return to the nagging thoughts he was having about Rowan when the head of the Demon below him began to glow.
Before he could respond, it exploded. The detonation was so loud and bright that it resembled the dawn of the sun.
His camouflage was ripped away, and his smoking body was revealed to Boreas, as if that was not enough, he detected a malefic gaze behind him, and he turned to see a mighty Demon covered in Hell Fire with wings spread wide.
“Covenant!” Boreas yelled.
The eyes of the Third Prince twitched. This was not how it was supposed to go.