Chapter 660 Unexpected Birth Of A Soul Origin
"Bless me Father as I offer my body to you."
The Berserker Clone had lived for more than twenty years. This was twenty years too long for a technique that should at most last a day. Years spent in countless battles all for a singular purpose, he should have perished a long time ago, but the interference of the Children of Ruin kept him alive, and with life came change.
In all that time his consciousness had started to awaken, something that his creator did not even expect, after all, Rowan had thought he would be using hundreds if not thousands of Berserker Clones before he could reclaim the page of his Singularity.
The Berserker Clone had even begun to cultivate his powers beyond his allotted limits, and like all sentient lifeforms, he would inevitably start to ask questions about life, his purpose of existence, or if there was something else beyond his mission.
Twenty years was not a long time in the grand scheme of things, but there were lonely years during those moments when he would travel in the darkness of the Underverse and wonder… What is next?
He may have been a mirror of his creator consciousness when he was born, but now it was something different and Rowan was amazed that this clone had given birth to a soul.
The response to that question and more were answered when he felt his blooming soul carried in warm hands and delivered to a plateau of endless light.
"Haa…" The Clone sighed, "Is this what peace felt like?"
He stood on this plateau and beheld the form of his creator in the lines of the grass, and the songs of the birds, and a calm voice touched his heart,
"Your sacrifice is accepted, my child. Reap your rewards and enjoy eternity in my fields."
The Berserker Clone died, his soul was taken, and even his Soul Origin was birthed inside of his creator.
For the barest fraction of a moment the flesh of the clone was empty, and then the entity that was once Rowan Kuranes took his flesh, and even if it was for a short time only, he had been prematurely woken.
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Will was a transcendental power that was not permitted inside the universe and was the true nature of power outside the universe. Nothing without this power could fathom the true scope of eternity and beyond.
It was possible that in the entire lifespan of the universe, no single creature born from it would have the capability to grasp Will, even if the universe birthed countless gods and dominions. This process was incredibly difficult.
Every being of great power that grew from humble roots would slowly accumulate power as a god or an Archmage, and with time they will acquire the power of Intent.
Over millions or even billions of years, they would slowly polish their Intent, they could even acquire more of them, which unknowingly enhanced their authority of the Fourth Dimension, which was Time.
It was generally accepted that Intent could only be grown with the long passage of time because generally, it requires a life form to have lived for an extended period of time before it can begin to understand the true intricacies of Intent and realize that the power they were controlling was touching something higher, which was the Fourth Dimension.
Most Gods and Archmages would never come to this realization, no matter how long they lived, they would remain at the same power level, not able to walk alone outside the universe.
Beyond that was the Fifth Dimension—Will. A power that connects the past, present, and future. With this power, a creature would be considered eternal and endless.
Such a power was forbidden to exist inside the universe, for it would break the very fabric of reality. It would shatter the very thing keeping the inhabitant of a universe safe, and so no one would ever allow such powers to exist inside a universe for it would do more harm than good.
Yet, there had never been a Will since the beginning of all creation that started out with such humble roots as a One-
dimensional entity.
Such a Will was enough to mask its presence and fool the universe, and although it was only at the lowest Dimensional State possible, it did not detract from the fact that its power was something that was beyond the comprehension of the gods and Archmages present.
Rowan was a Nascent Primordial, it was thoroughly useless to judge him with common sense.
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The first thing Rowan felt was weakness and pain, but compared to what he had experienced this sort of distraction was essentially meaningless, and because he was hijacking this body which was essentially a creation of his hands, he easily wiped away all the disability of the flesh by dragging the previous version of this clone and superimposing it with the flesh of this present version, healing him and bring the clone to its peak.
Previously his enhanced Primordial senses could detect all the hidden flow of time and space, but he was unable to affect it, that had changed. He now had a Will, and no matter how weak it was, whilst inside the universe, no one else had a bigger stick.
'Wait a moment,' he paused in amusement and appreciation on the path that this Clone was beginning to take as it imitated the power structure of the children of Ruin, and Rowan rifled through the expanding possibilities of the future life of this clone and selected the most powerful version of itself.
"Aahhh… My Child, your light makes me proud."
In his most powerful state, this Berserker clone had equal powers to a Narghal Tyrant, the first Berserker.
Rowan's consciousness came to the forefront and touched the strings of reality that made up the Underverse and everything opened up to him like a book that he had read a thousand times.
He detected parts of his consciousness sleeping inside Andar's body and saw it was the magnet that drew him here, he saw and understood everything about the Mages that were here, from the time of their birth to the time they would die.
Only one made it to old age and died of natural causes. If he wanted, he could change their destiny.
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