The Primordial Record

This action of his seemed to stun the voice as with the roar from Rowan that hung in the air for an impossibly long time, every layer of his body began to vibrate.

From his roiling Essence, golden bones, and Absolute flesh, a golden fire began to emerge that held no trace of heat but force!

This was not fire, but pure potential energy, in a form that exceeded all concepts of energy that could be measured in the universe, even the Forge began to groan as the effort of containing this power was straining valuable resources.

Rowan was almost held in place with awe when he examined the true form of Eruption. He realized that he had barely scratched the surface of this power, and the methods he used when employing it were so crude it almost made him laugh, it was like he was given a nuclear missile and he had been using it as a spear.

"YOU ARE IGNORANT, CHILD OF CHAOS. BEING RECKLESS WITH YOUR GIFT IS NOT WISDOM. YOU WERE GIVEN WINGS TO FLY, YET IN YOUR FOOLISHNESS YOU BELIEVE YOU CAN ACHIEVE FLIGHT USING YOUR BARE ARMS. AGAINST THE MIGHT OF THE AGES WHAT CAN YOUR PUNY FLESH ACCOMPLISH?"

This voice was grating on his senses, but Rowan observed that its intensity had reduced, and he ignored it. This voice revealed its lack of Rowan's true ability and mindset by the statement it just made.

There was no way Rowan would ever give up an ability like Eruption.

Its versatility was matchless and having understood a bit about how it truly worked, he was more firm in his decision, he would be keeping this power, but in order to do so, he would have to change it, for now, it was unclean.

It was important to note that although there had been slight diversions in Rowan's plan, he had anticipated something like this occurring and he had duly planned for it. Although he did not have the famed omniscience of a Primordial, with his Knowledge Well, he could at least anticipate 92% of the possible outcomes of his actions during the forging of his Destroyer.

He just had to believe in his vision and make the best of every stage that arose as he forged ahead.

Eruption began to leech from his body more and more slowly as Rowan could not easily separate this ability that had become tied to every part of his body, and if he did not find a way to quickly resolve it, like a stretched rubber band, Eruption would snap back and re-merge with his body.

Rowan did not have to ask before Eva understood what to do next and she quickly alerted the Sovereigns, "Release the Seeded Worlds!"

Suriel and Erudiel opened their wings and began to release the Seeded Worlds they had been keeping in their possession, each of them was as tiny as an apple, previously these planets were glowing with golden energy as a vast amount of Rowan's Essence flowed through them, but now they were different.

With the present state of his World Engine, these worlds appeared dead and desolate. They were now a dark brown, and it was as if every trace of vitality had been siphoned from them leaving only a dead carcass behind.

Rowan knew that was not the case. What had changed was that every planet here alongside the world seed he placed inside had been drained entirely of every single energy and essence they contained leaving only a husk.

When Rowan obtained the World Engine ability, and the understanding of its purpose and utilities emerged in his consciousness, he became aware that a World Engine, although a powerful ability, was one that few great powers would hardly select.

The primary reason for this was that during the Incubation of the World Seed inside a planet, the energy it would absorb had a way of influencing its growth, and if the owner of the World Seed was not vigilant, it was possible for the World Seed to break away from their control.

The true owner of this World Seed was not him, for the Stench of Chaos was ingrained in this ability, but all hope was not lost.

Rowan had made sure that every World Seed he had created had been filled with the purest Source of Soul Energy that came from him alone, making every single one of his World Seeds unique, this process effectively slaved the World Seeds to him, even though their origin most likely came from Chaos.

This meant that although the energy Rowan placed inside of them had been fully drained away, their architecture remained in place, they could be refilled again if he gave them a new source of fuel.

Rowan split his focus between the gathering energy of Eruption and the 1,252 Minor worlds that surrounded him like pearls.

It did not take long for Eruption to snap toward those worlds for they were extensions of Rowan's body, and they were close enough to his makeup that they would see it as the next best option after the environment of his body was becoming more hostile.

"A BOLD PLAN, YET FUTILE, SURELY YOU MUST UNDERSTAND… YOU ARE A FLUKE, YOUR METHODS WHILE IMAGINATIVE, POSSESS NO ROOT TO…"

With Eruption streaming out of his body and into the Seeded Worlds, the voice became increasingly fainter, and it was easy for Rowan to cut it off.

Whoever owns this voice would cause more harm to him the more he listened to them. Rowan had realized that apart from creating a source of distraction in his heart, this voice most likely understood Rowan's goals, but not the methods he sought to achieve them, the only way he would be truly freed of it was to truly cleanse himself from this Stench.

The power of Eruption was vast but shared among 1,252 worlds, each of which contained trillions of living organisms meaning that it could be barely digested by these Seeded Worlds, he had chosen the right amounts after all.

Rowan watched each World Seed begin to transform, turning from a muddy brown to an orb that appeared to be filled with blue lightning. When a Seeded World was fully saturated with energy, it would be drawn to the sky where it merged into the Core floating above.

It didn't take long for the thousand of World Seeds to merge into the Core, and a loud metallic groan emerged from it.