Rowan ignored them and focused on the angels he would be summoning, he did not know if it was the effect of the entirety of Erohim Soul he consumed or because of some other mutation or the natural effect of his bloodline growth, but the number of Angels of Char he had been generating were increasing at an exponential rate.
From the tens of thousands before, now he had 566,457 Angels of Char that were clustered so thickly around his Palace of Ice that from afar they resembled a mound of termites covering their colony.
From those impressive numbers, were many surprises, including another Sovereign like Suriel, and fifty Archangels candidates.
He pulled them out from his Palace of Ice and they arrayed before him, with the Sovereign at their forefront, they proceeded to all kneel.
The presence of these Angels of Char emitted a shocking cold that far exceeded the vacuum of space, and Archimedes and Vraegar were shaken from their catatonic state by it, and when they saw the warped figures before them.
“What is eerekkh…” Vraegar covered the mouth of Archimedes with his wings and pulled her back, they could both sense that something extremely remarkable was about to happen, and with fear and expectation in their eyes, they went behind Rowan and stayed near his legs as they peeked at the transpiring events.
“Mother, witness the might of your son, and know hope, just as he shall know despair.”
He gestured with his left hand, and seventy eyes emerged from his Mental Space and shot towards the Angels of Char.
Except for Nezrakim and Dora whose duty would keep them in Trion for the upcoming future, the rest of his awakened Angels appeared before him, and they spread out their wings of flame, and the light from it was as bright as the sun.
As one, they all began chanting towards the Creator, a Song of Ages. Angels were the first holder of songs, and no other sounds in creation could be more majestic. Suriel’s voice was deep and the sound made the stars shake.
The Song of Ages was the first song ever sung, and not with any language known to this universe or any other universe, it was a verse outside of time.
Thousands of miles away on the other side of the palace, all the people in the convoy were gathered in a location that resembled a forest, for the Divine Palace had many such scenic locations inside of it, and hearing that spine-chilling melody, they all crowded towards the viewing ports in the palace.
Their mortal eyes could not see many fine details at such a far off distance, but they saw the twelve suns bowed before a glowing figure of gold, and the chants from those twelve suns made all their knees weak and they all fell to the ground.
In the far off distance, Rowan’s broken Berserker Clone whispered to his mother, “Look to the east, there shines a small part of my light. Know this mother, your son is without equal in all Creation.”
The seventy eyes merged with the seventy Angels of Char, and with the rising of the song from the Awaken Angels, Rowan crushed the Soul Crystals, unleashing a flood of purple that sank into the eyes of the Angels of Char.
As one, they all went alight.
This would be the first time he would be creating his Angels outside the Palace of Ice, it was careless behavior, but Rowan wanted to give his mother hope. He wanted to shake the universe, he wanted his call to the everlasting darkness to be loud and he wanted to Emerge. After All, this was a challenge to his father, someone he suspected to be the most powerful being in the known universe.
Seventy suns rose in the East
The Final Part of the Song of Ages ended, but the verses still carried into the universe.
“…if the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky,
That would be like the splendor of the Mighty One.”
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The scream of the Third Prince was nothing a living being was supposed to let out, and when it erupted from him, the surrounding space around his body seemed to vibrate, making many small jumps as if the atoms that made up that space were rapidly changing shape.
There was a premonition of doom, as if the eyes of death had just opened, and his cry was their medium to reach reality. ．
A red wave erupted from his body, borne by an unholy rage.
The Ouroboros Serpents left behind burst from all over the battered body of the clone, surrounding both Rowan and his mother, and they wanted to scream back in challenge, but Rowan stopped them, and said one word, “Consume!”
The Red wave from the third Prince swept through space with a speed beyond light, and when it reached Rowan, his Serpents grew and began dragging that wave of sound that took the form of red light into their bodies, but its nature was incredibly destructive.
The sound blew across Boreas and Kohron, turning them to dust instantly, and it continued far into space, reducing the very atoms into red dust, and then it began reaching planets, moons, and suns…
By the time that roar of rage ended, 35 planets, 73 moons, and 18 suns of the Empire were gone. This was just a small fraction of the power of the Third Prince, after he had been denied by the universe itself and sealed the Empyrean of Life inside his body.
The loss of life from this one act was incomprehensible.
A figure shook inside the red dust, and it revealed itself to show only Rowan’s head and a small part of his body remained.
Elura cradled it in her arms and wept, at not just the state of her son, but the unending Aura of death around them. Stretching for countless billions of kilometers, the roar of rage from the Third Prince had destroyed so much of the life it once held.
The Third Prince seemed to have calmed himself down after that shout of rage and he made a tsk tsk sound, as if he was sucking air through his teeth, “Look what you made me do! Countless years of investment, all ruined in a single moment. Do you think there is any place in the universe you can hide from me, that I will not reach?”
Rowan Berserker Clone was nearly dead, it was remarkable he could survive this long, but the Ouroboros Serpent diverted most of the rage of the Third Prince before they perished. But he did not look at him, he only looked at his mother and smiled, “The…. East.”
His head dropped as the last of its vitality perished, and Elura gaze firmed, and the Aura of an Empyrean erupted around her body.
“Where do you think you are going, Elura, your last chance for revenge is gone. Your precious child is weak and rudderless.”
Elura glanced at him, “I am going nowhere, I just look to the East, where my hope lies.”
“Then let us watch together, and see what your son can do, except run.”