The Primordial Record

A massive figure of a hooded god wearing a crown of purple fire appeared behind Rowan, the Death God arched his back and made a silent scream that caused the beheaded Archmages in the distance to scream in pain and horror before he vanished.

The bodies and heads of the Archmages began to decay and fall apart, and their Towers began to crack, spewing vast waves of energy of all colors into the Underverse like erupting volcanoes.

They were apparently dead, but Rowan had not gained any souls, and he noticed something weird about the strike that needed further investigation.

Rowan begrudgingly let go of the Scythe of Thanatos, the strain of holding this powerful weapon for so long was destabilizing his control over his Will.

The Scythe vanished with a displeased rumble, its hunger was not sated.

His Will was not mature enough to carry such a heavy weight for long and this weapon was truly heavy, as it carried the Aura of all the dead from many universes.

The single attack he made with it had shattered the Formations of the Archmage, and the unexpected bonus of Souls roaring into his body from the countless amounts of creatures from the Underverse that had been slain was monumental, but in comparison to the Souls he could have gained from the Archmages, they were inconsequential.

His body healed once more as the purple flames vanished and the body of the Berserker Clone reverted back to the present, letting go of its impressive future powers. Rowan frowned, his time was up, and in addition to that, the body of the Berserker Clone was slowly vanishing, as a price of channeling such unreasonable power to his flesh, he was being totally eradicated from existence, Rowan could only slow down this process, but was unable to stop it.

The fact that this body had contained his Will for so long was due to its innate connection with him, he glanced to the side at Andar who was being protected alongside two other Mages by an Archmage of the Black Tower, Hashim.

The Archmage's visage was grim, clearly anticipating a great battle ahead, and was most likely expecting the death of his children and ward in the hands of Rowan.

However, that was far from Rowan's thought at this moment, as the first thing that occurred to him was possession.

If he possessed Andar he would be able to exist in the material universe for as long as he wanted while safely evolving his Will to the 3rd Dimension, giving him the ability to walk in the material universe with his own body once more and be able to fully unleash the powers of his Destroyer.

Yet possession was too risky at this time because Andar was under intensive scrutiny and he doubted if he would be able to disguise his presence for long, most importantly, that would not go according to the plans he had in mind.

He needed to destroy Trion and retrieve the last portion of his Primordial Record. He had already detected the page of his Primordial Record here, and the last portion was in Trion.

Previously he could only flee to another corner of the universe because he was not strong enough to challenge the gods of Trion, and although he was in a weird state at the moment, he now had enough power to wage war against the Gods of Trion and seize his birthright.

Before the final confrontation with his father, he had to make sure that his Singularity was complete, possessing Andar at this time was not necessary. The child still had a large role to play, and Rowan did not think it was a coincidence that the two times he had been able to awaken prematurely were all related to this child.

Andar was most likely one of the most direct expressions of his power over luck and probability. This was not just a guess, Rowan could hear the sound of luck like a tumultuous storm covering the body of the child, this luck was geared towards aiding Rowan.

Decision made about the direction he would be following, Rowan slashed his consciousness in three parts as he went forward in time for the last time and selected a future where this Berserker Clone had taken a weird path.

Rowan's body exploded into what resembled red smoke which was buzzing aloud, a closer look would reveal that it was not smoke but millions of tiny flying insects.

Each of these insects was as tiny as a fly and carried carapace which was stronger than Davross, they had eight tiny wings that were sharper than razors, and their mouths were from something out of a nightmare.

In the past Rowan was given a particularly nasty poison called Blood Mort, this poison was almost self-aware, behaving more like a swarm of insects than a biological agent. When he had first awakened inside the Nexus on Trion, he had used this poison to fight against a pair of Rift State Rodents inside that World with the Red Moon.

This cloud of insects that the Berserker Clone transformed into was related to that Blood Mort. In a stunning coincidence, this Clone on the quest to understand the secrets of his creator had infiltrated Trion, he was found and chased and on the verge of death, he had come across a swarm of Blood Mort.

With his power over flesh and blood due to its nature, he had been able to merge with these Blood Mort and transform into something new.

This form had promise, and with his usage of Will, Rowan was rapidly growing familiar with this power and via experimentation, he began to rapidly superimpose this same future reality many times in the present, while simultaneously maintaining each of the future realities he brought down to the present.

Essentially he was duplicating the same future self of the clone many times in the present. Rowan did not know if this capability of his would fall under the "normal" application of a Will, but he knew he was the first person to control a Will of this nature, and everything that he should be able to accomplish with this power would be slowly learned in the future going forward.

The numbers of insects rapidly swelled from millions to billions to trillions, as in a span of a few seconds Rowan had superimposed thousands of potential futures to the present and then he reached his limit.