Rowan’s main concern was no longer on the battle with the god, he was focused on analyzing the breath Labaletai used to drain the so-called Intent from his Consciousness Pillar.

He pushed the full might of Knowledge Well behind his effort and he was stumped, there was too much information, and even till now, his Knowledge Well had not analyzed every facet of reality for him to make an accurate judgment.

The moment he learned that the Primordial, Chaos could control his children, making them slaves with his Intent, it became his priority, but searched as much as he could, but he could not find it inside his body.

He felt he should be able to recognize this intent, as it felt familiar, almost like the Sigils that bounded his Primordial Record, but there was something he was missing… something obvious.

In the distance above the planet, a golden glow was approaching that was being chased by a brighter green glow, but Rowan was no longer concerned about the incoming confrontation, something had happened that drew all his attention.

One of his Berserker Clones was watching over his Angels as they undertook the trials of touching the walls of Sheol. This process of touching the walls had begun to carry a very strong note of reverence amongst the Angels.

At this time, Suriel was touching the walls and struggling to stay in place, the contact point between his hands and the wall was glowing red hot, and he had endured for more than three minutes before he was blasted off.

He coughed out golden blood, folded his glowing wings behind him, and began to heal but something was happening inside his body that Rowan missed because he did not pay any particular regard to it.

Every time any of his Angels healed from the damages they took from touching the walls of Sheol, there was a healing force that repaired the damages they sustained and during this process, there was a general sense of well-being and freedom that lingered and became even stronger every time the Angels touched the wall.

At first, he had assigned this marvelous sensation that his Angels felt as a side effect of growing stronger as they matured, but with his knowledge about Intent and the freedom he had felt inside his Consciousness Pillar after Labaletai sucked out the Intent from it, he finally understood the true reasons his Angels was growing faster.

What is Angels were feeling, although in smaller doses was the same thing he had experienced. It had been happening all these while but he did not have the experience to understand it.

There was a powerful Intent on the bodies of every Angel, that the walls of Sheol were burning away.

His eyesight moved over the multitude of Angels of Char whose bodies were slowly being reshaped and the ashes falling from their bodies slowly reducing and a thought entered his mind.

‘The base form of my Angels of Char that is so deformed and in such a pitiful state, was it all because of an Intent from a powerhouse? Even after their death and resurrection, they are still filled with this Intent?’

Even as he pondered, his guest arrived as the Ouroboros Serpent plunged into the planet and the golden glow reached Rowan’s body with supernatural quickness and entered his forehead.

If he was aware that the Ouroboros Serpent he sent to lure the god just entered his body, he gave no indication, because his mind was aflame with the possibility that he would be able to solve a hidden danger and this god had been relegated to a lesser importance.

A massive presence that resembled a gigantic crocodile landed a few hundred feet with a loud crash and the entire planet shook, if Rowan had not reinforced the planet multiple times it would have cracked down the middle.

The presence erupted with a green wave of poisonous Aether that spread for millions of miles around the planet and turned this section of space into a poisonous wasteland.

The entire planet was shrouded with a green fog and visibility was reduced to near zero. A pair of bright green reptilian eyes looked at the figure of Rowan who did not even acknowledge its presence.

The eight-hundred-foot-long crocodile snorted and loud cracks began to emerge from the fog as his form began to shrink, before long a fourteen-foot-tall humanoid figure with green scaly skin and a crocodile head appeared.

The figure was holding a golden scepter and wore a golden belt with purple loin cloth. A long scaly tail waved behind him. He was shirtless and his body was covered with a glowing tattoo of a massive crocodile, the eyes on the Tattoo were moving around as if watching everything that passed.

The reptilian mouth opened, and a calm voice that carried a note of antiquity in its tone spoke, such a calm voice from the ghastly visage of the god was jarring,

“Hmm, this planet is made from a dense alloy gathered from many precious metals, not natural, no doubt. It seems I will pick up two treasures here. Hahaha, my light shines bright on this day. So you are the one who wanted to draw me out? I see no traps and you are alone, a mortal? Now I can say that I have truly seen everything. State your case before the Great River God, Dao Ma, and if it is worth my time your rewards would be your service to me forever, but…”

“Show me your Intent, Dao Ma.” Rowan interrupted the River God

The green scales of the god seemed to darken, and the scales along his neck began to shake, making a shrill sound like a rattlesnake, “What did you just say to me?”

“Your Intent,” Rowan stood up, “Show me!”

Dao Ma looked at Rowan with rage and disbelief in his eyes and began walking towards Rowan, his footsteps sounding like earthquakes, “Listen here, impudent help…”

Overhead the skies were covered with fifty golden beams as fifty Angels surrounded the planet brought over by Astrolabe, under the lead from Eva, a grand Spell Formation created by their joint power shielded the entire planet.

“That was not a request,” Rowan said as Envy settled into his palm, vibrating with eagerness.