413 Sheol
What a strange name for a bloodline. Whatever this new bloodline was, it had far exceeded an Omnipotent bloodline.
He now had not only a Territory but an entirely new bloodline.
Turning to the Primordial Record for the details of this new bloodline, he devoured every single word, eager to understand what he had unlocked.
Awakening Primordial Bloodline [Conditions Not Met.]
Title Gained: Nascent Primordial
Sheol: This is a Refuge for Souls. Every Soul returns to your grasp for rest, they shall give you all their karma and energy they had accumulated in their lifetime and you shall give them peace eternal.
Abilities Locked: Purgatory Gate. (Requirement not met.)
Rowan froze. This revelation was as unexpected as it was pleasing.
He had stood on a mountain and he was able to see a higher mountain.
Eva had told him of a time before all creation. A turbulent period when time itself had not yet been born. Where there was competition among beings that transcended space and time and fought for the first powers in that primordial ooze.
Beings such as Chaos, who could give birth to countless universes.
Rowan knew that he was not on that level, and maybe one day he may reach the peak, and he would still not be able to touch that level.
Yet, he could see the hint of such powers within his grasp. Was this the true reason his father wanted the Singularity? Rowan knew that what may have influenced the rise of a Primordial Bloodline inside him was not just because of Soul Energy, most likely the Primordial Record was a key component for this change.
This bloodline was different from his Soul Seizer or Soul Reaver bloodline of before. Those seemed to be only able to seize or steal souls, yet this new bloodline was suggesting the fact that he was going to become a sort of resting place for souls.
Did this mean he was not just holding the authority to collect souls, was it now possible that the souls in all the universe would be under his care at the moment of their death?
What did that amount of power suggest?
His second bloodline was a source of endless mysteries as it was inextricably linked to the most fundamental nature of all existence which was the soul.
The ability that came with this new bloodline Purgatory Gate would only be available to him when he reached the Fourth Great Circle, and as it was he could not even enter this city.
Accessing the mysteries of his new bloodline was denied to him until he reached the Third Circle, but Rowan was not too distraught, it would not be particularly difficult for him to reach the fourth Circle, and with the knowledge from his bloodline, he knew he was still too weak to access his latest bloodline powers.
It was not a question of power, but his levels of existence had not reached the class where he could touch this City. It was similar to not understanding the Primordial Record when it was placed before him, he simply was too small to understand something of that scope.
But he could start learning. The one thing his bloodlines afforded him was the chance to learn and grow faster than anyone else.
He looked at the City before him and he lacked the words to describe it. It was like a combination of science fiction and fantasy. Each home was a palace with a sweeping courtyard, and vast pools of sparkling waters entwined with glorious trees heavy with fruits.
Yet this all seemed to be in phases, as the City changed its shape before him, as vast stretches of its metropolis folded itself like it was made from Origami and a new City took its place.
This one was strange and alien, with buildings made from gold and diamonds, each of them shaped like spikes that extended for millions of miles, and again this structure did not last, as it folded into itself and a new one emerged. Endless and ever-changing.
One thing that never changed was the Palace at the end of the City. It placed all other palaces he had ever seen to shame, and his consciousness began to sting from viewing the city for so long.
It was almost too hard to drag his eyes away from the city, no matter how much it hurt to view it.
He soon noticed something peculiar about this city, all the Angels of Char began to gather closer to it, they were drawn like a bee to honey, they all seemed to be repelled by it, and it was a struggle to come closer to it, but there was an insurmountable fascination inside all of them to reach this city, even if they only got to touch the walls.
The more powerful Angels of Char with shapes that defied meaning were able to push closer to the city, yet the closest was still ten thousand miles away.
There was one particular Angel of Char at the forefront, he was different from the rest, as he seemed more like a demon, even while he was still in the diminished form of an Angel of Char.
Rowan could not tell which potential he had but it must far exceed a Sovereign. He had great bat wings that had been shrunken down to a ragged canopy held behind him.
There were many holes on the wings, and somehow Rowan understood that those holes would be filled with eyes. It had not one but twelve tails sweeping behind him, and his legs ended to a spear point.
The head of the Angel of Char was not connected to the body, instead, it floated above it. On the left side of his face was that of an eagle, the right was of a lion and the front was of a man, while the back was a woman.
Even in its withered form, this Angel of Char still commanded a prestige and grace that left even Rowan shocked.
This was the strangest and most powerful Angel of Char he had summoned. To summon such a powerful Angel, Rowan had calculated that he must have at least a billion Angel of Char.
Did his Tree of Desire bloodline aid him in the process of the creation of Angels of Char? Statistically, such a powerful Angel must be very rare, maybe even unique.