Chapter 850 Born To War
Chapter 850 Born To War
Chapter 850 Born To War
The size of the rupture in his Dimension could not be encapsulated by a mortal mind, even a god would find it difficult to fathom this level of destruction.
Rowan reeled, the rip in his Dimension was as if someone had ripped his head in two and was fishing inside his skull. His consciousness shook before it stabilized and what followed was blessed relief, as if a cancerous pustule growing where he could not reach had been lanced.
The destruction of his Dimension was surprising to Rowan for a brief moment before understanding came to him and even without a body he still felt a chill run down his spine at how closely he could have perished without his knowledge.
"It is not the blade that you see coming that is truly dangerous, it is the poisoned needle in the dark."
Rowan was reminded of these words, as it would have been possible that he could have perished a few minutes from now without the intervention of his Angels.
The newly created Power had not made a move out of hand when he tore Rowan's Dimension in two but had focused on the most intense threat he had detected that was destroying his Creator from the inside. What the Power had truly attacked was the remnants of the Third Prince's attack.
Rowan grinned, he could respect a good move, the Third Prince had used Rowan's strength against him, "The tricky bastard was truly diabolical."
Rowan had a ridiculous threshold for pain and could compartmentalize his undertakings to focus on the essentials. If he was a mortal he could be solving a complex mathematical problem while his limbs were being sawn off.
The Third Prince's previous attack that had denied him the Universe Will was still wreaking havoc inside his Dimension, but Rowan had analyzed that in time it would lose its edge and fade away, and he left it to its own device as he focused on other things, trusting in his rejuvenating capabilities to handle the injuries after its power fades away.
He had been mistaken.
On the surface, the attack of the Third Prince had slowly been fading away as its energy ran its course, but that was a ruse. Whatever weapon that had been used by him contained a hidden quality he had not previously detected, the closest example would be a sort of venom that Rowan did not know about.
Yet Spells and magic were not their main weapon. A Power was known for one thing, which was as its name indicates sheer power and endless might. Their four feet were like heavenly pillars and were tipped with thirty-foot golden claws that could cut through anything.
Their backs were strong enough to carry the universe, and every motion of their bodies carried such intense weight it generated its own form of reality around them, a cloak of force that should be nearly indestructible.
Rowan could see that the muscles on their back legs and shoulders were more defined, clearly, if the Powers wanted, they could choose to stand on their back legs; their claws could also grasp as well as any hand could, even better. Anyone who thought they were nothing but beasts would be in for a rude awakening.
Divine muscles covered every inch of their bodies all filled with such strength they could demolish everything in sight.
Powers had access to a nearly infinite number of Spells, but a Power mainly used their implacable strength to crush everything.
However, their presence could not last long inside a material universe before the sheer density of their Celestial Musculature would act as an ultra-massive black hole, attracting every matter around them for light years and crushing it to nothingness.
They would have to be kept inside his Dimension in times of peace because of the sheer destruction they might cause, but these were not times of peace.
Rowan observed that they seemed much closer to Golems and inanimate statues than living Angels, as they were beings of pure Celestial metal and fire, and even their wings were metallic.
An Angel, Archangel, and Sovereign could bleed when inflicted with enough damage, but a Power could not bleed.
The names of his two foremost children came to Rowan, and he called out to them,
"Malik, Nakir, my Powers, my wrath, you are born to a War, one that I want to be ended swiftly."
The size of the rupture in his Dimension could not be encapsulated by a mortal mind, even a god would find it difficult to fathom this level of destruction.
Rowan reeled, the rip in his Dimension was as if someone had ripped his head in two and was fishing inside his skull. His consciousness shook before it stabilized and what followed was blessed relief, as if a cancerous pustule growing where he could not reach had been lanced.
The destruction of his Dimension was surprising to Rowan for a brief moment before understanding came to him and even without a body he still felt a chill run down his spine at how closely he could have perished without his knowledge.
"It is not the blade that you see coming that is truly dangerous, it is the poisoned needle in the dark."
Rowan was reminded of these words, as it would have been possible that he could have perished a few minutes from now without the intervention of his Angels.
The newly created Power had not made a move out of hand when he tore Rowan's Dimension in two but had focused on the most intense threat he had detected that was destroying his Creator from the inside. What the Power had truly attacked was the remnants of the Third Prince's attack.
Rowan grinned, he could respect a good move, the Third Prince had used Rowan's strength against him, "The tricky bastard was truly diabolical."
Rowan had a ridiculous threshold for pain and could compartmentalize his undertakings to focus on the essentials. If he was a mortal he could be solving a complex mathematical problem while his limbs were being sawn off.
The Third Prince's previous attack that had denied him the Universe Will was still wreaking havoc inside his Dimension, but Rowan had analyzed that in time it would lose its edge and fade away, and he left it to its own device as he focused on other things, trusting in his rejuvenating capabilities to handle the injuries after its power fades away.
He had been mistaken.
On the surface, the attack of the Third Prince had slowly been fading away as its energy ran its course, but that was a ruse. Whatever weapon that had been used by him contained a hidden quality he had not previously detected, the closest example would be a sort of venom that Rowan did not know about.
Yet Spells and magic were not their main weapon. A Power was known for one thing, which was as its name indicates sheer power and endless might. Their four feet were like heavenly pillars and were tipped with thirty-foot golden claws that could cut through anything.
Their backs were strong enough to carry the universe, and every motion of their bodies carried such intense weight it generated its own form of reality around them, a cloak of force that should be nearly indestructible.
Rowan could see that the muscles on their back legs and shoulders were more defined, clearly, if the Powers wanted, they could choose to stand on their back legs; their claws could also grasp as well as any hand could, even better. Anyone who thought they were nothing but beasts would be in for a rude awakening.
Divine muscles covered every inch of their bodies all filled with such strength they could demolish everything in sight.
Powers had access to a nearly infinite number of Spells, but a Power mainly used their implacable strength to crush everything.
However, their presence could not last long inside a material universe before the sheer density of their Celestial Musculature would act as an ultra-massive black hole, attracting every matter around them for light years and crushing it to nothingness.
They would have to be kept inside his Dimension in times of peace because of the sheer destruction they might cause, but these were not times of peace.
Rowan observed that they seemed much closer to Golems and inanimate statues than living Angels, as they were beings of pure Celestial metal and fire, and even their wings were metallic.
An Angel, Archangel, and Sovereign could bleed when inflicted with enough damage, but a Power could not bleed.
The names of his two foremost children came to Rowan, and he called out to them,
"Malik, Nakir, my Powers, my wrath, you are born to a War, one that I want to be ended swiftly."