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Chapter 888 The Foundations of A New World

They claimed everything under creation as their own, and the loss of any of his children was like driving pins through his eyes, and for a moment he was on the verge of failing when his consciousnesses inside his dimension sent over a surge of strength and advice.

"Don\'t fight the rage, use it. It is yours, and it works for you, it is your Light that can never be extinguished!"

Rowan shuddered, how could he have ever forgotten? His bloodline was filled with rage, but it was also cold. His heart which was beating a thousand times a minute, settled into a slow and regular rhythm.

The emotions in his consciousness were channeled towards his creation and his mind went still, sinking back into the cool ocean of thoughts, where the work that transcends the gods and immortals was created.

He found that he liked it here, as he sank deeper into this ocean, and his creation revealed itself before him.

Rowan had once watched the entire life cycle of a Dragonfly when he was a mortal on Earth in a shallow swamp behind his home. From its egg to its nymph stage and finally as an adult. Unlike other insects that go through a fourth state of metamorphosis, a Dragonfly would skip the pupae stage and become a full adult after leaving the waters of their birth.

He thought this example was rather apt because he could feel the same transformation happening inside his World Seed as he grew closer to completing the Core of this world. His children, the Ouroboros, were skipping the long line of evolution and transformation, emerging even before the Core was complete.

The transformed World Seed that resembled an eye began to bleed, as the six sinuous bodies pushed against the membrane of the eye, a haunting cry emerging from them that spread until it reached the Eye of the Primordial of Evil below.

On the ground, Silas Black and Aeris, who were creating a massive Spell Formation to begin the transformation of this place, looked up in curiosity at the Red Moon above.

Silas frowned, "Is that normal?"

"How should I know? Complete the Scripts so I can leave this place," Aeris grimaced in irritation, "Being so close to him, I can barely keep my mind straight, if I spend another hour here I shall be sacrificing myself to him!"

"It is tempting," Silas sighed, "Dropping all our burden and returning to him."

"Focus Silas, that is not the plan, without our direction, there will be no Focus for the event, no matter how much we want to rejoin with him, we are Shadows, and our essence would not feed him." Aeris snapped.

Silas shrugged, "That should have been the truth before, but you know that we have changed, we now have souls Aeris, even you, we can bring him back with our sacrifice, all this battle between us all is useless."

Aeris looked at Silas with hate, "Don\'t talk to me about sacrifice. If you want to die, then complete your part and I will gladly merge you with him. As for me, I have lived for too long and paid for the privilege of existence!"

Silas looked away, "Our lives were never ours, we should have awoken him when we knew we were no longer empty, Erohim was correct, we are all traitors."

Aeris grinned, "You speak so much nonsense, Silas, here… I will leave the Scripts, you can jump in and sacrifice yourself to him, it should be enough to allow him a single dream."

She waited for Silas to make a move but he remained still, "See, you are just like me, you are just like the rest of us. Silence and dreams are no longer enough, the demise of Fourth was inevitable, and we would follow his doom if we don\'t focus on ourselves first!"

Silas sighed and snapped his fingers, bringing the sleeping true bodies of the gods of Trion to their side, and he methodically began his sacrificial slaughter of the gods on the six edges of the Scripts.

Aeris nodded, "There is so much power here that even if shared among us all, we would be below the Primordials only, who then in all of creation could stop us?"

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Rowan grimaced in pain and euphoria, not focusing on the peculiarities of this new creation, for it was creation, but unlike anyone he had ever done before, for he had never been so involved.

This action of creating the Core was stripping all his knowledge and experience, placing everything of him to the test. He felt as if he was on a cart moving down a mountain, he had to maintain precise control as he descended faster and faster and any single mistake would have it all crash down, yet there was no path for him to descend, and he had to chart a new course as he made his way down.

Everyone had teachers, but Rowan had always trodden the path to the future alone. At first, it was because he had no choice, he could not find a teacher who was powerful enough to teach him without robbing him of his gifts, and now after making his way through life alone, he would have it no other way.

This was the path of the Primordials, the first in creation, who took power for themselves out of nothingness.

Rowan had answered all the theories about running a complex entity like a Supreme World and now he had to build the base that could support that theory.

His consciousness whirled around in a frenzy, he needed to make the right choice as he would not have a second chance if he failed in any step. Rowan became thankful for the baptism of his consciousness he underwent when the Primordial Record showed him the battles between Primordials, without that event, his consciousness would have never been able to support this level of concentration.

After parsing through trillions of options, he smiled to himself as he returned to his root and everything inside him told him he had made the right decision.

He used himself as a blueprint to support this world, and unlike any World Creator, Rowan did not just start with the Soul, but with the Soul\'s Origin. He wondered how others created their World Core, but he doubted anyone else before him had used Soul Origin as a foundation, for the Soul was uncharted Territory, and even Primordials had not fully understood its workings.

Rowan had seen the shape and form of his Soul Origin, the white that represented Rowan Carter, the green of Rowan Kuranes, and the gold of Erohim, all these came together to create something new.

From this Soul Origin, he drew out a portent mass of Soup Energy and he dragged it into a world that he was creating alongside this creation. Proceeding through the growing fragments of the World Core and giving it light, heat, vitality, Aura, and millions of other components necessary to hold life.