The infinity bubble Rowan found himself in was now silent, its previous appearance altered, and if anyone else entered into this space the only thing they would see was the entirety of the Wills running rampart, seeming to flow towards one central location but in the infinity bubble distance and direction was extremely hard to predict and understand.
Rowan was unaware of how much this matter had aided him, or else he would have been discovered in a short time, meanwhile what Rowan could see with his perception were just an infinite number of chains whose ends could not be seen, stretching into the distance and disappearing into the void.
From a distance, Rowan's soul could not be seen, just an endless mass of chains, some were as large as mountains, while others were smaller than a spider's silk, somehow, they still found a way to fit inside the human-sized soul of Rowan, but this was not strange, in the dimension of the soul, size was meaningless.
This state of being kept in place continued for another two years, as Rowan's only connection with the outside world was a vague surge of information from the Shiik and the Blood Blessed outside his body.
It had been six years since his battle with the Divine Ascendant in the threshold above.
On this day, something changed that broke the silence shrouding this place for the last two years. The chains rattled, all of them. Only someone who knew the significance of this would understand how utterly ridiculous such a concept was, but everything happening inside this infinity bubble was unexpected already.
Rowan had spent the last two years doing only one thing, he was strengthening his soul.
This was the only path forward because there was no way he was going to be mastering an infinite amount of Will, even if he had all the time in the world, that path led only to madness. Wills were not just techniques, they were pathways to higher dimensions, and he was a dimension, granted he could master thousands of similar Wills and align them to a specific portion of his dimension.
For instance, his Angels had the elements of light, flame, speed, and so forth. He could master similar Wills and bound them to a portion of his dimension, in essence, create a Heaven for his Angels, and he could do so for all his now four bloodlines, but even if he mastered millions of similar wills, that was still a drop in an ocean to the Wills that had crowded all through his soul.
If he attempted to master all these Wills despite the challenges he would face doing so, and then somehow survive the madness that would inevitably occur, then he would have to come to terms with the fact that he would need nearly an entire Minor Era to progress his dimension from the Fourth level to the Fifth level.
Although Rowan was curious about the sort of qualitative changes that might arise from owning an infinite number of Fourth-dimensional Wills, it would simply keep him on his back foot for too long.
He was stuck with these Wills, and if he remained in this way for long he would be trapped for eternity, just another small part of Time that had fallen under the machinations of the Primordial.
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