Rowan froze, his breathing emerging faster, that voice he heard was so familiar, but yet it was different, inside the warmness in that voice was a regal tone that was quite impossible to disguise, this was a voice that would bring a dimension to its knees, soft and feminine, yet filled with an implacable power.
His memories were perfect, and his feelings had not changed, but why was he no longer detecting that… warmth?
"Look at him Elura," the old man snickered, his large beard shaking with his mirth, "look how well the freak plays at being mortal, it is so perfect it's almost sickening. Just the right amount of movement here, a slight darkening in the eyes and a flare on the nose, his heart beating at just the right tempo. It's almost art. I can now truly see a part of your nature in him, yes, but there is something more… oh, my spine tingles and it all comes from a mortal being, how ridiculous."
Rowan's gaze returned to the old man who was looking at him with solemn consideration and a weird sense of annoyance as if he was displeased.
His actions had become quite instinctive, of course, he did not need to freeze up or allow his breath to quicken, these were all mortal considerations that he had perfected along the way, he needed it to function in the outside world as he evolved far past what was commonly known.
By all outward appearance, Rowan was humanoid, his charisma and beauty unmatched, he would be able to join any group of people with no outward problems, but his flesh and bloodlines would suggest otherwise. Rowan was a creature that could no longer be understood, even the Primordial Record, a Singularity, still found it quite difficult to analyze his physique, and at the end of his life, the Third Prince had understood the Abyss that had taken his life.
A dragon or even a stone would have a closer relationship with life than Rowan at this point in time due to the fact that his extreme bloodlines and physique had made him something unique. It was easy to forget that of everything living being in reality, Rowan was the only living creature that lacked a soul.
Disregarding physique or any other factor, his soulless nature meant Rowan would forever be different, and he sometimes considered it odd, for someone who may ultimately have the highest authority over the soul, to be soulless.
It was rare that someone was able to pick up this trait from him, although Rowan had no idea that Andar had once glimpsed a fragment of his true nature by the memories he left behind.
What this trait meant for Rowan was that it was quite difficult for him to feel a sense of connection to those around him, this effect was multiplied by the increasing number of Consciousness Pillars that arose in his dimension, but this signified that whoever Rowan came to love and created a unique connection with, would form a bond in his memories that was hard to dispel.
To put it simply, it was hard for Rowan to love, but once he did, it was eternal. In his life, he loved his children, and they felt the weight of that love, and it was what humbled the spirit of those around him, and gave them a sense of fulfillment beyond common sense.
It was impossible to feel the love Rowan had for them and not fall in awe at the purity of it. It was no wonder that the mental anguish that came from shattering the souls of the clones nearly rendered his mental space to madness.
For everyone else, Rowan was a perfect pretender to an emotion that they would have to earn before he could feel it, and his smile and laughter were only skin deep. Unlike everyone else outside his children, Rowan loved his mother.
The voice of the woman now took flesh and Rowan saw Elura again, he did not imagine that their reunion would be this quick, but if he considered their powers and the nature of a higher dimension that made traversing a large swatch of space almost negligible, he would have realized that except Elura did not wish to see him, it would be difficult for her not to find him when he reached the Land of Miracles.
'I guess, this is another of the punishments I shall have to face in my lifetime, due to my appetites.' freewёbnoνel.com
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