Creating a bloodline resonance between the seven bloodline orbs and the continent above, Rowan began to drain the entire continent of his essence and channel them into the orbs, while creating billions of linking threads between the orbs and his children below.
The continent above rippled, but due to the time dilation everything that had been happening was still inside the time frame of a single second and so this event was missed. The continent shrank, but it was so subtle that it could be ignored if one was not paying attention. Less than an inch of mass was lost across the entire continent that stretched for tens of thousands of miles, but it was that missing inch that was the backbone of this land, it was Rowan's essence.
When his bloodline had been scattered all around before, now it was being focused on these bloodline orbs which would then process these powers and then give it the worthy among his children, the ones who desired power and had the strength of mind and body to pursue it.
Rowan was a being of fairness and he knew that not every person wanted or deserved power, even amongst his children, and most people did not have the fortitude to fight for power.
Nothing good would come to giving power to the unworthy or to those who just wanted to live a simple life. There was nothing wrong in the desire to live a simple life, one that was devoid of the pursuit of power, if that was what one sought, and this was the ideal state of things that Rowan wanted to create.
These bloodline orbs would carry all the remnants of his bloodline power and funnel it to his children who were worthy and desired more power.
The vanguards below the earth that fought against the serpent calamities had proven themselves worthy time and time again in the past and so they could upgrade their bloodline freely when they began fighting against the calamities, but now with his bloodline power concentrated in these orbs, his children who craved power, who wanted to rise to the heavens and shatter the skies with their fist, would have to fight for it, and if necessary, die for it… the road to eternity contained the skulls of multitude.
Rowan looked down on the multitude and he went on one knee and he smiled sadly, "My children, most things people believe about the world are lies, but in all your hearts, I have planted a grain of truth, and when the right time comes, you will know it and you shall come to recognize it, even amid the darkness. There is a light in all your souls that is stronger than anything in existence, and that is my light. One day you shall all know me. Hold on for a while longer."
With the bloodline connection between the seven orbs and his children below finalized, a golden seven-pointed star tattoo appeared above their hearts that soon faded underneath their skin, and with a wave of his hand, they all vanished, and time seemed to resume its match once more.
Rowan shrank down and nearly staggered as relentless waves of pain and exhaustion swept through his mortal flesh, his bones were crushed to powder and his blood turned to steam, he endured the pain and sat cross-legged, his body slowly beginning the recovery process.
His consciousness was now more powerful, but it could not handle the strain of what he had just done without any repercussions. He needed to rest, and for the next six months, he did not move from this position, allowing the passage of time to heal him of his wounds. What he did might have seemed simple on the surface, but even his battle with the Divine Ascendant was not this pressing.
Thinking of the Divine Ascendant made him recall the prophecy that he had given to Nyla,
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