Traditions were a weird concept that Rowan was exploring at the side as a sort of hobby. It was fascinating to see the things that last over the ages, those that were discarded, and the erratic reasons for the preservation of some ideas where others were forgotten.

He had seen that on the table the body of the Primordial of Time lay in death were cups of wine. That means in that distant time, the Primordials had sat at a table and discussed the future over wine, and if such a tradition had been present in that period of time that was beyond living memory, then it was a bit believable that its influence had been able to spread, especially if this was a tradition from the Primordials themselves. 𝒻𝔀𝑜𝓋.𝑐

However, he wondered if for beings like Primordials, the concept of the future and the past existed at all. At the sixth dimensional level, one could begin traveling through the strands of destiny, what more would a Primordial be capable of at the 9th dimension?

These thoughts flew through his head faster than the speed of light, and not even a single moment had passed. The wine hit his tongue and a flavor as dense as the earth spread through his senses, tantalizing his spirit and making the Ouroboros Serpents roar in pleasure. What a wine!

He doubted that such fine drinks could be found in a lesser dimension, it was almost as if he just drank a flavorful brand of Ambrosia. This wine seemed to massage his consciousness, and if he had a soul, then it would have most likely enriched it, allowing his soul to advance to great heights in a single bound.

Dropping the wine jug with a sigh of pleasure Rowan introduced himself, “I am Romion, and I am pleased to be in your company.”

The value of the wine they had given him was not to be underestimated, he did not know its source, but anything that could affect the soul in such a positive manner must be truly expensive, and Rowan would always repay good gestures with great ones. Inside his dimension Knowledge Well was already deciphering the content of the wine.

The two smiled at his introduction and compliment, and for the first time, the second Will Holder who was silent all these while became the one who replied to him,

“You honor us Sanctified Scion. I am Mirthal Elnorin Fourth Rank Elder of the Grehn Pathway and watcher of the Cyan Titan, and this is Kymil Elnorin, my descendant, he is also a Fourth Rank Elder of the Grehn Pathway and an esteemed Watcher of the Cyan Titan, we have served on this post for twelve Eras, and we would continue for another twelve before our watch is done. What is it that you need from us, we pledge to do all that is within our reach to satisfy.”

“Ah, of course, I shall not take too much of your time, I know your duty watching over this post is important,” Rowan was a bit distracted by the familiar terminologies from Mirthal Elnorin, especially when he said the words Pathways and Ghren.

“Before I tell you of my purpose, it would be remiss of me not to present a small gift of wine as a meeting gift. Mirthal, Kymil, please join me,”

Saying this he waved his hand and a large bowl of clear wine appeared on the table. He manifested three large cups and poured the wine for all of them. The gesture seemed to shake the minds of the Will Holders and they bowed in appreciation.

Without any effort, Rowan’s demeanor was like that of a Divine Emperor, his grace and power were impossible for him to hide as the smallest move he made contained the nobility of his bloodlines, and his act of serving these men caused their hearts to shake, and when they caught the attractive scent of the wine that made even their large and tough souls to quiver in excitement, their eyes lit up with a cyan glow.

The first sip of the wine surprised Rowan as the taste was a hundred times smoother and richer than the wine he had just drank and the sensation of it touching his consciousness was both a euphoric and a sublime experience. Rowan’s eyes had unconsciously closed after taking a sip from the wine and he opened it to find the two Will Holders seemingly in a state of enlightenment. Their eyes were closed and a green glow surrounded their bodies, Rowan could feel their large souls pulse and surge as the glow from it began to increase in intensity, this change was slightly… unexpected.

His Knowledge Well having taken apart the components of the wine, he found that he could source for about eighty percent of the materials used in making it inside his dimension, but an essential part of it, which was the part that was responsible for enhancing the soul was missing, but Rowan knew he had a better source—Ambrosia.

Taking a single drop of his Aether sourced from the City of Sheol, Rowan diluted it to its basic level and used it in the creation process of this wine. The first iteration of this wine came out as sparkling as rainbows and its scent had spread for millions of miles.

He knew he could not serve such a wine here and he began to dilute it, creating dozens of lesser variants until he created this clear wine that was the least potent of all the wine variants he had created. He was surprised at the taste and sensation even this lesser version had shown him and he wondered what his first creation would taste like.

Rowan did not rush the Will Holders, and he calmly took another sip and closed his eyes, his thoughts for the moment were silent, content to sit here and feel the pulse of the souls from the men across him.

He felt the motion of their soul before the men moved, and he was a bit surprised at this change, he had never felt this before, was it because he had fed them a bit of his Ambrosia? He had almost sensed the intent to move in the souls of these men even before their spirit captured the signals from their souls… How interesting. Kymil muttered, “I have… no words to describe what I have just experienced. Sanctified Scion, I am grateful for this mighty gift you have given me and my ancestor.”

Rowan smiled and waved his hand, presenting the two Will Holders with two small jugs, “It is my pleasure, please accept these small gifts from me, and we still have more wine at the table, surely you will not let me drink alone.”

The Will Holders look at each other and Mirthal bursts into laughter, he quickly retrieves the two jugs, giving one of them to his descendant Kymil and taking the other, “Let me have the honor and serve this round, esteemed Scion.”

He stood up and took the large bowl and poured the clear wine into the three cups, and a peaceful atmosphere emerged inside the clearing and Rowan watched the Will Holders with a twinkle in his eyes. Indeed since the day he left the universe, every day seemed to be a new adventure.

“I have been away from the Land for many centuries and I don’t know its present state, tell me as much of it as you can.”

Mirthal nodded, and he paused for a while in contemplation before he spoke, “Forgive me Sanctified Scion, I’m willing to tell you everything I know about the present state of the Land of Miracle, although we here at the border of the frozen Road do not have the most robust information about the Land, we still gather enough through the vines, but you are yet mortal, and I wonder if you can comprehend some of the information I carry without risking corruption to your essence.”