The Primordial Record

Rowan looked at the gigantic tree that was slowly growing in the distance, at every hour it would grow a single inch, this was not slow at all, for if Rowan did not die in the nearest future, then millions of years from now, this Tree would be able to hold many worlds on its branches.

Each waving leaf seemed to contain endless puzzles and the motion did not depend on wind but on other mystical factors.

Rowan activated his Empyrean Sight, as this was the first he was using it inside his Mental Space, this was because he mostly understood everything happening inside him at a glance and did not need to investigate.

Yet with his power growing ever stranger with every passing moment, it became necessary for him to use this portion of his abilities to investigate.

Rowan activated his Empyrean Sight and his Mental Space rippled to life before him, and his consciousness nearly exploded before he stopped. He had used the full range of his sight and the information he received was too much.

Learning from his error, he reduced the intensity of his vision, and filtered it, removing information streams that he deemed unnecessary like light and heat, he was looking for something much more ephemeral… he was looking for Luck.

While focused on the tree he cut out all other information spectrum as his vision penetrated deeper into the structure of the tree and around it, and then he saw it.

The best way Rowan could describe it was, it resembled music. He could hear an endless wave of songs that felt like a rising symphony that never seemed to reach a zenith, and when he thought the song had hit its highest note, it turned out that it could go higher, yet the sound did not turn harsh, instead, it grew sweeter. A melody that you could listen to for an eternity.

Rowan was frozen in that state for eighteen hours before he reluctantly pulled away from that song and returned to his full faculties. He may have seen the true form of Luck but it did not mean he was coming any closer to understanding it.

He only knew that this song was spreading all over his Mental Space and beginning to seep through into his flesh, the effects on the physical world were almost nonexistent, but as always this was a game of time.

In the near future, the amount of luck he would have accumulated on his body would be ridiculous, enough that every move from him would make probability inviolable.

He should be able to throw a dart from space and it would fly through a million rings and hit the bullseye on the other side of a planet.

In the hours he had been entranced with the music of Luck, the Angels of Char had gotten closer to the City.

Rowan watches for any effect that might happen as they get increasingly closer to the city, and he sees the ashes slowly flake away from their skin and their bent bodies begin to straighten.

The most powerful Angelic Figure was in a huge lead and it finally came to a stop a million miles away from the City, where it stayed and slowly its body was being perfected.

More powerful Angels of Char that had the potential of becoming Sovereigns and above stayed far behind it, they could not reach as close to the city as this leading figure.

Rowan counted a hundred powerful Angels of Char at the potential Sovereign level and above. Behind them were two million Angels of Char.

The sound of ashes and bones creaking from millions of Angels of Char was a nightmarish sound to hear, but Rowan found this sound to be incredibly pleasing, because he knew before him was potentially the most powerful force in the known universe.

Soon, the beating sounds of his Angels Wings would shatter the skies and would be the sign of his presence among the stars… No, not just the stars, among the universe… among the multiverse!

Dead skin and flakes of ashes fell away from their bodies, only to be replaced by more dead skin and char. This process continued repeating itself with no visible difference but over time he could see that the ashes were beginning to reduce and the Angel was standing more steady.

The effect of the city of Sheol on the Angels of Char was undeniable and it made Rowan excited about the process of awakening them and if there were going to be any surprises.

It was a slow process, but there was an undeniable growth and change in the bodies of his Angels of Char. If this was the case then what would happen to a fully realized Angel?

Immediately drawing one of his Angels into his Mental Space, he directed it to go as close to the City as he was capable.

The Angel bowed to him and turning towards the heavenly city he began flying closer to it, but a formless pressure dragged him down and he slammed with bone-breaking force on the surface of the sea.

Rowan smirked and the Angel bowed in shame towards him and began walking slowly towards the city. It soon reached the area where those powerful Angel of Char were struggling to go forward and it shivered, a growing sheet of ice beginning to cover his body, he rapidly moved away from them.

Rowan was fascinated, how powerful were these Angels of Char and what was their exact potential? Eva had been able to tell at a glance, but he did not have that particular skill.

The Angel soon passed all those figures and when he reached the area where the most enigmatic Angel of Char was situated, the Angel's face went pale as the color began to drain from his entire body, even the golden armor it wore appeared to be fading.

The Angel hurriedly bowed towards that figure and began to hurry up and soon surpassed it as he headed closer to the City.

Whatever forces were assisting the growth of the Angels of Char also seemed to be holding them back, but the Angels did not seem to be affected as he quickly reached the walls of the city, Rowan wanted to recall him back, but the Angel touched the wall and was enveloped by a bright white light.

The light was blinding, and for the first time, Rowan heard an Angel screaming.