Chapter 606 Unwanted Presence
?For a Treasure like the Gears of Madness, it was true that it was indestructible, but that was not true to an extent. To understand this would be very difficult for most until they were able to figure out the deeper portions of mysticism.
What created the indestructible effect for this treasure was the fact that it was supernaturally dense, so dense that it would make a neutron star which was the most dense object in the universe to be equal to a yarn of wool.
When a material like this became this dense that it had long surpassed the limits of the three-dimensional universes and began to encroach on the fourth Dimension–Time, it could no longer be accurately measured by any mortal or godly means, and as its hardness began to grow relative to its age and then into the space–Time Dimension which was the fifth dimension, it would soon transform again.
That hardness it possessed would begin to travel down the past and up into the future, which meant attacks concerning decay or time manipulations would have no effect on it, this also caused a positive loop as the older the Treasure, the stronger it became because if it was already stronger in the past, it meant that it would be stronger in the present too.
Such confluence of impossibilities was what made these treasures special and existed on a level that the material universe could not contain, but as always nothing was truly inviolable in this world.
This entire Forge was crafted for the purpose of gaining a single chink in this indestructible armor.
Each strike carried a Titanic amount of power and while inside this Forge, a vast amount of Arcane Rune began to stream onto the Gears of Madness, and when Rowan slammed the hammer into it, the force of his blow compressed the Runes onto the surface of the weapon.
Inside this space that resembled a fifth Dimension in all areas, what Rowan was doing was simultaneously attacking the past, present, and future states of this weapon at the same time.
If he were in the material universe, such attempts would be useless, he would not be able to do so, and the only method was to do it while he was here, or he was outside the universe.
Rowan continued this action like a robot for the next six months, his Great Hammer rising and falling, and the thundercloud overhead had grown to more than a million miles, all from the exhalation from Rowan's nostrils.
Even for a Nascent Primordial like him, he was beginning to feel the incredible strain of maintaining this level of power for so long.
"BOOM"
"BOOM"
"BOOM"
"BOOM"
This apocalyptic sound did not let up, the same was with Rowan's inhuman power and patience as his eyes were fixed on the task, waiting for that chink, that slight gap in the Treasure…
Two months later on his seventeenth birthday, that crack emerged and Rowan laughed aloud.
Infusing the force of Decay in addition to all the other energy had caused a slight shift in the makeup of the blade.
Due to how dense this blade was, the only way to describe this change was that the blade was made up of a series of zeros, hundreds of thousands of zeros, and after a year of slamming all these destructive forces on it, Rowan had managed to change just one of the Zeros to one!
Yet that was the limit, even if he hammered on this blade for the next one million years, that would be the greatest change he would ever achieve, and soon that change would be quickly lost when the blade also grew stronger as time passed.
This change in the blade was represented by a single spot of brown, smaller than an inch, and on this blade the size of an entire planet, this sort of aberration could hardly be noticed.
He had succeeded in planting a Trojan Horse inside the Gears of Madness.
Rowan paused his ceaseless hammering after an entire year and he stretched his right palm until it was over the small spot of imperfection on the silver blade and closed his eyes.
He could sense the force of Decay and a chaotic essence inside that tiny spot and if he could assign the name for this energy, he would call it Retrogression.
He was familiar with this energy and had practiced using his Soul Crystals to simulate this form of energy, holding the shape and structure of this energy clearly inside his head, he crushed a dozen Soul Crystals and began to infuse their energy inside that single spot.
Inside that tiny area filled with the energy of Retrogression that was about to be extinguished, a pure source of power flowed into it, and transformed to match the energy.
With the advancement of Soul Energy, a dozen Soul Crystals were enough to create miracles. That tiny spot of brown began to grow on the blade, spreading from a single inch to a dozen feet, and in the blink of an eye, it had already covered thousands of feet and was still spreading.
Rowan watched it spreading and he rapidly calculated how much Soul Energy was being expended in relation to the size of the spread of Retrogression, with the answer he mind, he quickly figured out that he would need 163 Soul Crystals to finish the job.
Nodding in satisfaction he crushed the Soul Crystals and watched the change accelerate, rapidly covering the blade and beginning to encroach on the hilt, but the spread became more slow, yet its progress was unstoppable.
Rowan was silent as he watched this change, and a feeling of melancholy swept through his heart.
This blade should be indestructible, yet it was falling not because of its strength, but because it allowed a single almost unremarkable piece of weakness to enter into it.
This slight change was what led to the downfall of this powerful weapon, and the hundreds of zeros that represented this weapon began to turn into ones.
"Don't allow a single piece of weakness for your enemies to take advantage of," Rowan whispered to himself, his resolve strengthening.
As the Retrogression of the blade continued, a strange cry began to arise from it, and Rowan's serpentine eyes tightened in irritation because he recognized the sound of this cry, it was from the creature outside the universe.