With startling speed, the golden glow that had crossed the realm converged over the sea of lightning and began to stream towards Rowan, and from a distance it would seem like a massive funnel, similar to a pear shape, and it touched the crown of his head.
From below, the sea turned to gold and rose up as well, and they touched the soles of his feet. The shape they created was a massive golden hourglass.
When the Eye of Time saw these changes, especially the unique symbol of Rowan over Time itself, all of them drowning each other in the fight to take the lead, the thoughts in its heart were complex but its hate and jealousy took center stage, before rage as it had never felt for a long time took a hold of it, From the mouths of the many billions that the Eye of Time possessed inside the Time Blight came a roar of great anger before it hissed like a snake, "Devious serpent," it said, and from those mouths came chanting. The voices of billions merged in a foul language that was older than Time itself, as it began to call upon its second Aspect, Evil. The sound of the language was as if someone was laughing and crying at the same time.
More than anyone it knew the ramifications of the unique bloodline symbol that Rowan had created. It essentially meant that this child would be able to reach the level of a Primordial using the Will of Time because he was not following the path of the previous Primordial of Time, but carving his unique road.
Despite the fact that he had been banished, and there were no longer any bloodline of Time left in reality, for any normal immortal that may eventually walk the road of Time, the path they would follow would be under the Primordial of Time, this was not something that was considered to be normal. A mortal would bleed red blood when they were cut, it was ingrained in their nature and they could not go against it, but somehow in the case of Rowan, he was bleeding golden smoke when he was cut as a mortal.
It knew it should not be surprising, the Black Book the child possesses was capable of many miracles, and perhaps it was the right moment to admit that he had lost control over the battle of Time, but not the war, and if it played the cards right, this opportunity created by this child could be the source of its salvation.
The Aspect of Evil that erupted from the mouths of these mortals and Ascendants inside the blight began to corrupt them. Their bodies twisted and shrank as pale purple flames burst out from their mouths and eyes. They perished in large numbers, but Evil did not release their bodies and souls and even as the dead, they continued chanting, as they weaved out power from an unknown source, somewhere outside all known reality.
This power was not Aether, Aetherium, or Will, or any of the myriad energies found under all of known reality, it was something... other.
A great darkness arose that was filled with specks of purple covering the entirety of the Time Blight.
This change in the Time Blight spread terror to all who saw it, and Ascendant Sun Dilos did not make a move, he had seen that this confrontation was not as simple as he had once thought. Underneath their noses were two different factions, and one of them carried the Aura of pure Ascendancy that could not be denied, even he could see no flaws in it, but the other powers he could sense from this massive hourglass placed everything he thought he knew about power to a test.
However, his attention was still drawn to the Time Blight, and Dilos found that he was shaking, for a while, he was confused because he did not understand the sensation or the reason his body would shake, and then it came to him... it was fear, he was feeling fear.
He did not care about this mysterious Ascendant, Dilos knew he had to stop whatever was happening in the Time Blight, but before he could make a move, he sensed a power that he knew from the moment of his birth, but if what he sensed was placed on a scale, it would be a one, what he could sense here was a thousand times more intense. The Ascendant Sun, he cowered.
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