Chapter 155 Breaking The Curse (final)
He may not really understand what he was doing, but his body was trying to mimic humanity, but he was no longer human. Perhaps if he was an Empyrean truly birthed by the universe, then he would have been given all the needed guidance suitable for one of his esteemed bloodline.
Even the Primordial Record ability to duplicate any bloodline was not perfect. It could give him a beyond perfect copy of a bloodline, but certain inheritance that could bolster the bloodline were not included.
Yet, the implacable will of his bloodline was present, and it was heightened further by his endless evolution of the bloodline.
An Empyrean blood was already far more noble than anything existing in the universe, it was the pinnacle of creation, what more his current bloodline that had been given opportunities to evolve beyond what any universe could suitably handle.
The potency of his bloodline was unmatched, and although it was still young and not fully developed, it was still frighteningly powerful, and Rowan was only able to keep certain instincts of his bloodline in check because of certain qualities of his soul.
But, Rowan was a giant that had shrunk himself to fit the tiny image of a man, not by any conscious fault of his own, it was because it was the only thing he knew how to be.
No one else had shown him any other path, he had been thrust into this life, and he was making the best of it.
He talked like a man, ate like a man, fought like a man… he had been pushing aside what made him truly different. Suppressing his instinct.
To disperse this curse that had made him feel this detested weakness, he finally released the leash on his bloodline because as a man, it was always normal to hold back.
No man had infinite vitality, or could regenerate from every wound. No one would use maximum effort for every task because there was no way the body could safely handle such strains.
Rowan had not really gotten the time to get used to this new reality of his, but he was a quick learner, perhaps in a decade or centuries from now he would learn of this truth about his bloodline.
For it was not a matter of if, but of when. This should have been the proper method of development for him, as he would use the blade of time to scrape away the lingering traces of humanity in his soul.
But, life hardly flows according to the best laid paths.
His attempt to burn the curse from his body, made his suppressed Empyrean bloodline rebel.
The glow from his body increased, and Rowan seemed to be transformed into a being of solid gold. A thought occurred to him, and he knew that this form he was in currently, should be his normal condition of being—Not as a handsome, blond hair man—The vestige of the dead price, Rowan Kuranes, but a being of light and endless glory, but that thought was soon lost under the mounting roar from his bloodline.
He had infinite vitality, upgrading his bloodline only made his unending vitality more powerful, as each level he ascended towards deepened the potency of his bloodline.
Rowan had previously speculated on burning his entire bloodline and had never tried to do so, because of control, else he would be what he was now; a being of solid light, untouchable, beyond even a god.
His instinct told him if he had always maintained this state, which was one where he always burned his vitality, the curse would have never taken its root in him. After all, he was the only one who would be able to do something as crazy as this.
What other creature could boast of infinite vitality?
Before his light, the mountain slowly began transforming into a metal that resembled gold but was far harder than diamond, and his golden light penetrated it, and began to spread.
The curse lasted longer than he thought, but before the full might of his Empyrean blood, it broke and fled, wrenching itself from his body with a bitter cry.
It was a thing of shadow, and endless madness, it rose to the sky and its aura darkened the sky making the day begin turning slowly to night. The curse had also benefited while inside Rowan's body, and it was about to reveal it might.
The wind began to stir, and red lightning began to manifest from the body of the curse. Darkness began to slowly rise from the ground, pulled from the very depth of this world.
A formless shriek resounded from the rising curse, and it went higher than the clouds, the energy within the curse on a constant rise. It was about to epitomize itself in all its unholy glory.
The curse took the shape of a man before morphing into a beast, its form rapidly grew more chaotic as sickening laughter emanated from it, it took a while before it settled into a creature of darkness that was a hundred feet tall, having nine arms with two heads.
"I LIVE!" The curse cried out, as red lightning shot out from its malleable form, and its grin stretched wide until it covered half of its face.
It began drawing a strange form of energy that Rowan had never seen before, and its power levels skyrocketed. The energy within the curse rose beyond the first Great Circle and continued growing ever deeper, even as its form continued to grow larger, until it was about 500 feet (152.4 m) tall.
A monstrosity of darkness and madness.
Then something changed.
The world went silent, and the wind stilled, the ascent of the curse stopped as a deeper darkness arose behind it.
From that darkness, a single eye opened as white as the moon, and in the darkness it almost resembled the moon, but no celestial body had ever emanated such a chill, like something that existed before heat was ever a concept.
More solid beings of darkness began arising and surrounded the curse, and multiple orbs opened around it, from two, three, four, up to six orbs, that gave out such profound chill that space and time seemed to freeze.
The curse was stuck in its position, and although its root could be traced back to a god, before the extra–dimensional horror around it, what else could it do but suppress itself. The growing intelligence inside it began to fray at its edges, for it truly could not conceptualize what it was witnessing.
A creature born from madness discovered there was still more depth to madness than even a god could understand.
A loud sound resounded and the mountain far below exploded as if it was blown apart by a blow from a giant fist, and a being made of divine metal and golden light ascended to the skies, and it came to stand before the curse.
There was something wrong with the condition of Rowan, as he appeared in a daze, the sudden eruption from his bloodline had suppressed his mental capabilities and his body was relying on instinct alone.
Rowan opened his eyes, and lightning shot forth, the darkness was swept aside, and his Ouroboros Serpents opened their mouths and began to inhale.
The curse shuddered, it could not move or scream, it could only remain silent as its body began to crack, and it lasted for a little moment before it was torn into six parts and devoured and as one, all the serpents began to grow.
The last time they were revealed, their sizes were jaw dropping, but now… they had exceeded that, and they rapidly expanded into something truly colossal.
No mortal mind could catch a glimpse of the current Ouroboros Serpent and not go insane, even Legendary and Rift State Dominators would only last a while before their minds exploded to mush.
Each scale was larger than the vehicles in the convoy, which were 80 feet (24.38 m) long. Previously the size of the Ouroboros Serpents were 1000 feet (0.3 kilometers) long, but they soon left that paltry size behind, and they continued growing.
1500 feet (0.46 kilometers)…
2000 feet (0.61 kilometers)…
2500 feet (0.76 kilometers)…