The Primordial Record

The closed eye was cold like a piece of dry ice, and was far heavier than he expected, with his strength it was a meaningless weight, but it weighed above 100 tons. The few details his Empyrean sense could scrape from it were so dense and complex, he could not even understand what he was seeing.

Rowan looked at the kneeling Angels of Char, and seeing they were all equal with no differing characteristics, wanted to pick one at random and awaken it.

That was when he felt his bloodline shake, and the female shadow knelt before him, and information that transcended words or pictures entered his mind, and Rowan understood a part of his bloodline inheritance.

He was a little annoyed at bring fed his inheritance piecemeal, but he understood that if he was not ready to unleash a particular function of his bloodline, knowledge of it would be hidden from him, to avoid him being bogged down by information or abilities beyond his understanding.

It was the same situation with trying to understand the details of this enigmatic female shadow. Rowan did not know if he should be scared or insulted when the shadow informed him that knowledge about her true nature would simply erase him from existence as he was still too weak.

When Rowan asked what Angels were, he was still informed that he could not yet comprehend it.

Rowan frowned and pushed down his irritation, and he returned to ponder on the knowledge about awakening Angels that she had revealed to him.

Basically, every Angel of Char were the same, yet some of them were unique because they had a special ability called Resonance.

There was long history behind his Palace of Ice that he did not have access to yet, but basically all Angels of Char had the possibility to resurrect a part of themselves long-lost to time.

For his bloodline was both creating and resurrecting. The shadow informed him that he had a unique opportunity to connect with the traces of fallen powerful Angels, and via Resonance, achieve a form of resurrection.

From the information Rowan was given, his bloodline was an aberration, and that was just the easiest term he could quantify it with. Rowan now had the possibility to resurrect long dead Angelic powerhouses when he Awoken his Angels.

Essentially, if he had a million Angels of Char, in order to resurrect a certain fallen powerhouse he would carefully select and combine only a specific number of Angels from those millions of Angel of Char he had.

For example, he had 101 Angel of Char, and from his bloodline, Rowan had been presented with a list of many Angel powerhouse Attribute links that had the potential of pushing an Angel to a certain height by the use of Resonance.

Rowan now understood that not all Angels were created equal, even his own. At the moment, among all the Angels of Char here, there was only one that had the Potential of reaching Sovereign.

In the future, if he had a million Angels, he could not endlessly fuse them to create Archangels or any higher form of Angels, except they had Resonance with each other.

It was also not the end, when he would be fusing Angels to become an Archangel in the future, he would also need to pick specific Angels to fuse with, else all his preparation would be spoiled. As each Resonance was unique, some could only create Angels at the Sovereign Level, while others were at the Seraphic Level.

Ideally, the best time to begin creating Angels would be when he had gathered at least a billion Angel of Char, from such a huge number of Angels he would be able to gather all the ones that had potential to advance to higher states like Principalities and Dominions, and select from the host of Angels, the ones with the correct Resonance and prioritize their awakening.

It was not bad that he was able to acquire an Angel that had the potential of reaching Sovereign out of one hundred Angel of Char availablein fact, according to probability, he was very lucky.

Yet this was not an Argument against the powers of a normal Angel, who when fully grown could equal Dominators of the fourth Circle, the so-called Ancestors or Earth-god, and with all the traits they were given they would dominate any being at their level.

Also it would be easy to forget in the entirety of Trion, due to the restriction on bloodlines created by the God King, there were only seven Fourth Circle Dominators in the entire Empire. Rowan could create an infinite number of Angels if he wanted that were equal to the highest earthly powers of the Empire when they became fully grown.

The shadow figure pointed out the Angel of Char who had that potential of reaching Sovereign; it stood up and began walking towards Rowan.

The Angel of Char knelt before his Throne and the shadow figure that Rowan decided to call Lady of Shadow, stepped to the side of his Throne arms folded.

It was a simple effort of will to shoot the closed eyes at the Angel, its potential was Sovereign, so the first eyes went to its chest. A normal Angel would have their eyes positioned in the middle of their face.

Rowan stretched his left hand forward and a thick stream of purple light erupted from the purple moon and shot into the closed eye in the Angel’s chest. The power wrapped around it like chains and its body began to rise as black flakes like ash fell from it.

The Angels name came unbidden to Rowans mind, “I call you… Suriel. My first Sovereign.”

At Rowans word, an explosion of light shot from the body of the Angel, as it became engulfed in bright white light that its figure could no longer be seen. The light was so bright the kneeling Angels of Char began to release black smoke as parts of their bodies became cracked.

Counties whispers went through the ranks of the kneeling Angels… “Sovereign!” it echoed.

In a place distant beyond all concepts of space and time. Calling it a place or a space would be wrong, it resembled more of a conceptual arrangement of chaos and since chaos had no pattern, this space was strange because in here, chaos had patterns, yet it was still chaos.

It was ephemeral and vast beyond reckoning, with only one single thing prevalent here.

Destruction.

Whatever took place here, it happened before all living memory, older beyond even when all the universes were born.

Older than gods. Older than the Titans. Older than Empyreans. Older than the Universe. Older than Chaos. Older than the concept of time and space.

In this place where destruction and chaos had dominated for endless eternities.

A light brighter than a thousand sun was reignited.

Yet in the unquantifiable vastness of this space, it was nothing.

Inside the underground cavern the light from the awakening Angel was still present, and from the bright light, two wings brighter than any light a mortal could ever conceive were unfurled.

All the light emanating from the newly born Angel was sucked into the wings, and it slowly dimmed until it faded into a material resembling platinum.

The eyes on the chest of the Angel opened, and it had grown to cover a third of its torso. The eyes smoldered like a furnace and red light spewed from it, and the eyeball rotated as if it was a planet rotating on its axis.

The Angel was faceless and without any visible gender. Wrapping its wings around its body, an armor of flames began growing around it, until it was covered head to toe.