Chapter 187 The Tales of Erohim (5)
Aura was partly tied to the amount of energy a being gave out, so the Aura of a tree would be lesser than that of a dog because depending on the time of the day, a dog may burn more energy than a tree.
So although the Aura the serpent gave off was weak at the moment, its quality, however, was not.
If the Aura of a standard Dominator was smoke, Rowans was more like metal, and no matter how he reduced it might, its innate qualities could not change.
So, the two-second Circle Dominators had to fight with less than ten percent of their full capabilities, as they were aware that the gaze of a monstrous being was watching them all through.
Only their training and experience and the surrounding glamour kept them from making too many mistakes.
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After the meal Rowan went back into the room, and decided to lie down on the bed, with his arms folded on his stomach.
His Serpent had already its destination, and he closed his eyes and watched the Ouroboros Serpent beginning to devastate the location of his Bloodline Ascension.
Through his Energy Sight via the Serpent vision, he saw his conjectures were correct, and the act of him returning to this place was the right call for the area had been contaminated with the Aura of his Ascension, and snow had begun falling here, but they were black.
The snow crystals were also sharp, and any one walking underneath it must be like walking under a pile of falling razor blades.
The space here also felt thin, as if it had been pierced countless times, and the Aura of his bloodline stained the entire place, making this area darker than the rest. When he had left, the condition of this place was not like this, his Bloodline Traces must have been feeding on the Aether in the surroundings.
The space here was healing, but at the pace it was doing so, it would take a few weeks to a month before it was stabilized, and he was sure that this zone would forever be blighted by the touch of his bloodline, creating different mutations and possibilities in the future that he had no way to understand at this time.
Rowan discovered a shortcoming of his, and he knew that he could have easily collected his bloodline traces into his Palace of Ice, but he had not even thought of the possibility. He was now determined to always clean up every trace of this bloodline whenever he used it.
It would seem the nature of this bloodline meant it touch was like a blade on the skin of the material universe. Anytime he used it in a large-scale manner, it would be like he was tearing through the flesh of the universe itself.
His Ouroboros Bloodline was different as it left virtually no traces of itself behind.
Enlarging to its full size of three thousand feet, the Serpent began shooting down the tree sized spikes on its spines, and they fell like rain.
Every hit on the ground was like a hundred bombs exploding at the same time, as the ground flew up and shattered to pieces, and the spikes traveled thousands of feet into the ground before disintegrating into ash, while new ones were rapidly regenerated on its spine.
Some of the spikes may have hit a pocket of volatile gas because large gout of white gas began pouring out from the ground that appeared as if it had been devastated by multiple meteor showers, and a new flurry of spikes set off a massive explosion that created thousands of flare-ups as the gasses created large pillars of flames.
The earth seemed to groan and shift, as an earthquake was triggered, and under flames and the convulsion of the earth, the entire plain was buried.
The Ouroboros Serpent let out a loud roar, but its job was not over, it flew down until it touched the earth and its head turned up, looking at the sky.
From the moment of their birth, the Ouroboros serpent had never breathed outward, only inward, as they resembled a fount of endless devouring. A black hole given form.
Opening its mouth wider, the Serpent rapidly began increasing the suction force it naturally conducted at every moment, and a swirling tornado was created above its mouth, as air was drawn in so fast that trails of sparks were being left in the air as particles clashed.
The clouds above shook and were beginning to be funneled downwards and an area of vacuum began to be created around the Ouroboros Serpent that was beginning to expand.
A loud drone began to be emitted in the surrounding that sounded so strange, it was hard to describe, it must almost unearthly—It was the sound of sounds being consumed.
The suction force did not let up, and was, in fact, increasing, and a visible ripple emerged from the horizon, the only way to describe it was a shockwave happening in reverse.
Rowan’s goal of consuming every particle in the area was to wipe out any evidence his Avatar of Eve bloodline may have had on the area, and it was working.
The errant particles in the air that had been contaminated by his bloodline began to enter into the mouth of the Ouroboros Serpent, and it disintegrated inside the endless void in the stomach of the Serpent.
Rowan kept at this action, and the Ouroboros Serpent continued it’s this activity until the weakened spatial barriers began to tear apart once more, and flames seemed to pour out from the sky like rain.
He looked around the scene of hell he had created, and was pleased when he saw no indicator of his Avatar of Eve bloodline. He did not care whatever explanation would be given for the cause of this disaster, he just wanted a clean slate.
Releasing the Ouroboros Serpent to continue with its hunts, he returned both consciousness to the convoy, and for the next one hour he just rested.
He realized he had been moving very quickly, and he would most likely be losing important information if he did not collect himself.
His abilities were improving quickly, but before he became more powerful, it would always be wiser to slow down and let his subconscious mind work through its own paces.
With his new bloodline he could no longer sleep, with Ouroboros he did not feel fatigue, at the precise time the hour ended he stood up.
The Third Ouroboros Serpent was getting closer to completing its Energy requirement to make it a grand total of two Serpents with a completed technique. Rowan estimated killing all the beasts on the Continent should push him to that level.
Rowan planned to direct the energies towards the following Serpents with the kills from the next Continent because he would rather not leave any enemies behind before he reached his final destination, the Krakow Continent.
His Soul points sat at a healthy 87,890 points and was visibly growing, and in a day should have reached the 100,000 mark to create his first Angel, and his plan was to leave the convoy at that time and find a secluded place to create the first one.
He heard a knock from the door and Diane gave him a message delivered from Circe’s messenger. Before she left she hesitated, and Rowan sighed.
“Diane, do you want to talk?”
“No! Yes? I am not…” Diane paused, as she braced herself, “I heard there are talks about you among my people… they are saying you’re…”
Again she paused, seemingly trying to find the words to speak. 𝙣𝙫.𝙩
Rowan did not force any words from her lips, he just waited with a patient smile.
Seeing his calm attitude, she finally took in a deep breath and talked quickly, as it seems, she was afraid that if she stopped, the words would become bottled inside her chest.