The sun sailed ahead and Eva followed behind it.
She paused as something she saw caught her attention and she looked below her, her eyes squinted in thought at an unexpected change she was witnessing on the surface of the sea.
Wanting to investigate further, she descended until she stepped on the surface of the sea and bent down to scoop its waters into both of her palms. Eva stood up and brought the water to her face as she analyzed it with a little frown.
The water she took out was no longer black but was now colorless and sparkling as if it was filled with rainbows, she brought the water to her mouth, drank from it, and sighed in pleasure.
Unlike the Aether that was found inside the black sea that was filled with coldness, sharpness, and a sense of desolation, this water was the best she had ever tasted. Eva could only call it water because this was what Rowan Territory appeared to be, but what she should have called it was Ambrosia. 𝘳.𝑐ℴ
What she just swallowed was only fit for gods and not just any sort of gods, it was only for the greatest of them!
The Aether it contained while powerful was also incredibly mellow, containing a sort of healing property that calmed the soul and refreshed the mind.
Eva no longer followed the wandering suns and began tracing the paths of these small pockets of water, and she soon discovered that more of this water could be found as you got closer to the city of Sheol.
Eva had suspected as much, as this enigmatic bloodline that could displace her own was a source of endless novelty for her. She traced it until she was blocked by a formless force and her body was suppressed until she had to stand on the sea.
She could not get closer to the city, nobody could, but she could see that below its ever-shifting form, the water it rested upon was beginning to change.
Calling for Rowan’s attention, he appeared beside her using a Berserker clone and she transmitted everything she had noticed and learned.
She saw his golden eyes lit up and Eva nearly smiled in return, pleased that she could find out something that had surprised and delighted him. At this moment she solely missed their separation.
The Sheol Bloodline was a great mystery that Rowan would only truly begin to understand at the Third Great Circle and possess rudimentary control of it at the Fourth Great Circle. It had begun making subtle changes in his Territory that he was not even aware of.
This gave Rowan the idea to always leave a single consciousness behind to watch over his entire Territory, he did not see any reason to do such a thing, as every single change that happened inside his Territory was known to him, but that issue was different when it came to matters concerning the Primordials.
He had not even been aware that his own Territory was being transformed! This was alarming news.
Rowan’s consciousness returned to the outside world, and he opened his eyes. These changes in his Territory were unexpected, and he wished to experiment more with this.
Opening his palm he manifested a single drop of the seemingly ordinary water, and the air around him instantly felt cool and fresh, as if the entire surroundings had been cleansed. If this was the Primordial Sea or Darkness, then the space around him would begin to shatter, but this drop of water was far more gentle.
It healed instead of destroying.
Closer observation revealed that this “water” was not colorless, but was sparkling as if it was filled with starlight. The scent it carried was distinct when Rowan brought it to his nose, he felt a wave of relaxation pour into his consciousness pillars and he sighed in enjoyment.
It was like his multiple consciousnesses were receiving a massage. If not for his strength of character brought forth by his suffering and experiences, he could easily see himself sitting down here and sniffing this water like a crackhead.
The sensation was that good!
What would this water feel like for a mortal? For Rowan, any being that was not a god, or had equivalent powers to a god was a mortal.
He did not have to wait for long to know his answer when he felt a shiver in the air, and the joyful cries of countless souls, he looked ahead and his eyes widened as he saw tens of thousands of souls rushing towards him, their eyes filled with fanaticism.
Rowan’s eyes widened as he rapidly placed the drop of water back into his Mental Space, and the souls looked around confused before with a last despairing scream they all returned to their comatose bodies.
Rowan wiped a metaphorical sweat from his brows, he had nearly killed every single mortal inside the Palace of Erohim when he brought out that drop of water.
The name Eva had given it was worth it, this was Ambrosia.
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Dera was once the owner of a tavern, which had been handed down to her from her father, and she had been running it for the last fifty years, she hoped to bequeath it to her son.
After the destruction of the entire world, she found herself in heaven where she continued with the job she had been doing for most of her life, someone had to, at least that was what she thought at first, as it would turn out, heaven was very different than what she thought.
She was carrying a heavy basin filled with loaves of steaming hot bread down the stairs of a two story building to feed the many children in her Daycare.
Dera no longer felt any strain carrying what would have been impossible to lift even in her prime years.
In heaven, youth had begun returning to all. They said it was something in the air, Aether. She heard that in their previous world, the Aether present in the air was only a fraction of what was available here.
Dera refused to believe that it was only Aether that could bring about such profound changes. Their great god, Erohim, was surely the one who spread his strength and healing touch to them all.