?The first few strikes from Rowan batted away or sliced through the spells released by the furious Archmage who was also rapidly enhancing his defenses, Rowan’s blades were glowing red hot, and his attacks were so sudden and vicious that he struck the defenses over the Archmage hundreds of times in a fraction of a second blasting apart the barrier, and his weapon slammed home, finally reaching the flesh of the Archmage.
The chest and stomach of the Archmage blew up as Rowan stabbed him 352 times in a second, this number was because the Archmage had weaved into his flesh precisely 352 highly potent defensive spells, and every single stab was not only tearing apart his flesh, and crushing his bones but was demolishing every single spell weaved inside his body.
The Archmage cried out in pain and horror as he tried to teleport away from Rowan’s attack, but the spikes surrounding them were actively blocking all forms of spatial magic.
“Zyatt is in trouble, spread out your attacks and bombard him!” Oshim cried out, his body was not healing as the bottom portion of his body that had been sliced off had fallen to the clutches of death and decay from the constant deaths of his past selves.
His head was parted in the middle like a hellish flower exposing both sides of his pulsing brain and quivering tongue, and he had to leash his head together with a web of energy just to keep that portion of his body in one piece.
However this did not stop him from observing his surroundings, as an Archmage of the Red Tower, Oshim was the one here most familiar with the battle, and it would take much more damage than these to keep an Archmage like him down.
Also, the Archmage recognizes the presence of Will. Anyone capable of wielding Will was known as an Ascender, or in some universes they were called World Bearers.
An Ascender was a being who has transcended their universes and weave powers beyond what could be allowed inside a universe. They were forbidden from entering the universes again after they transcended, and usually, the only way they could return to the universe was via possession, although there were also certain constraints to this process.
One of the constraints was time. The Ascenders usually had a brief moment to spend inside the universe, especially if they were actively using their abilities before they were purged.
Oshim did not know which Ascender was here, but he knew they had to hold on for a little while longer just before the universe would expel this Ascender or the defenders of the universe, an Empyrean reaches this location due to the amount of power they were flinging around.
They had no choice but to unleash their full might, it was the only way they would survive this conflict, anything less and this Ascender would crush them to pieces.
Oshim’s command was instantly obeyed as the Archmages placed their hands together and with a great yell they released what could only be described as power. Raw and unconstrained, the Archmages seized this power with their massive amount of Spirits and began creating miracles.
The Tower behind all of them dimmed for a while as the amount of energy sanctioned from them was nearly unfathomable, this energy was enough to light up a thousand stars, Their Towers shook before blazing with power one more, but this was for a short time before running dim again as the Archmages pulled more energy from them.
The power the Archmages released was transformed into blue stars, millions of bright blue stars, each of them more than a hundred miles across, and blazing at temperatures that were five times hotter than an average star.
A single one of this Spell would utterly eradicate a hundred Minor Worlds, but the Archmages here had released millions!
A full quarter of the Underverse rippled as light blazed across this darkness, however, their attacks did not stop there as they pulled power again and again from their Towers and created webs of plasmic bolts linking all these millions of stars and surrounded this hellish formation with a domain that covered Rowan and the four of them inside.
The Assault on the Archmage ensnared by the spikes from his body gave Rowan another opportunity to link with his past as a new mouth opened on his body and he swallowed the blood and flesh of the Archmage, he seized a juicy portion of his past and he began to slaughter his way to the present.
The Archmage Zyatt suddenly seized, horror filled his heart when he noticed what was happening, and with a cry that held an equal amount of fury and madness he triggered one of the Taboo Spells he created that was only to be used when he was on his last legs.
Rowan was blasted away from the Archmages; he was assaulted with a tremendous shockwave that erupted from a Taboo Spell placed inside his heart that was activated as Rowan sliced into that struggling organ for the eighteenth time.
That blast was properly timed by the Archmage in order to give time to the others to fully prepare their Taboo Level Formation–-Wrath of A Million Suns. With his experience, he not only freed himself but positioned Rowan in a way that he would be trapped in the Formation created by the others.
This Formation had been used to kill Celestials and Infernals in the past, and as Rowan was blasted back, even while he dodged by teleporting all over the Formation, he was still scorched by more than a thousand suns.
The Archmages did not stop their assault as they released a combined Taboo Level Darkness Spell—Blood Of Damocles, which created webs of darkness through all the spaces in between all the formation of burning stars. Their Towers dimmed once more and blazed to life again. They were fighting for their life and for the first time in a long time, they wished for the presence of an Empyrean in their battles.
Rowan was laughing even as parts of his body were being torn apart by the blazing stars, with his Will he did not need to waste time healing, he constantly placed the image of his future perfect self and superimposed it with the present ensuring that any injuries he took vanished as quickly as he was receiving them.
He slammed his blades together and fishing through countless futures, saw a specific weapon that this clone had only managed to touch for a single moment, and in this timeline, the clone had perished instantly upon touching them
Rowan laughed as he used his Will to seize that weapon and he drew it to him. .
Reality screamed and the Underverse began to bleed.
The hands Rowan used to hold this weapon began to combust with purple flames that turned it into ashes, and this flame spread to the rest of his body he was slowly turning to ash as purple fire covered his entire body, but he was maintaining his present state with his Will and so he transformed into a weird state.
A creature of flames and ash, holding a large fifteen-foot scythe.
This weapon was amazingly a Proto–Source Level Treasure belonging to the first God of Death that existed in a distant universe, Thanatos.
“The fun is just beginning.”
Rowan swung the scythe and it seemed as if the entire Underverse parted in two.
Four screaming heads of Archmages erupted from their shoulders, and trillions of denizens of the Underverse spread across a million miles perished.
This content is taken from 𝘳𝑎.𝗇t