Lost could at any time request specific portions of Rowan's memory and it would be delivered to him; this process was fairly automatic because he was still part of Rowan's mental space.
He did not like retrieving memories from Rowan's mind because it was usually packed with excessive information. Rowan did not receive inputs from his surroundings from a singular source, instead, it was from a myriad of sources, and a single second of his memory was jam- packed with so much information that if it was to be written in a book, it would fill up a million thousand paged book.
Lost experienced the battle against Storm Hammer from a hundred thousand eyes, felt the heartbeats of the crowd, their thoughts, their emotions, felt every single cell in their bodies all throbbing in desire and exhilaration... He felt the surroundings, every single molecule in the air, the way the static charge from Storm Hammer's presence excited the air, he felt and saw the color of Time, and he knew how they could survive.
"This is madness," he whispered, "When did the power of Rowan evolve to this extent? What have I missed?"
It was a tantalizing thought to dig into the mind of the Creator to unearth all these secrets, but he knew that was simply a suicidal thought. He was better off observing what came next.
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The order when it went out was met with no disagreement, billions of Blood Blessed began to move, from afar they appeared like ants, tucked underneath their arms was a familiar pouch that could hold many times its weight and size, within it was as many creation grass as they could hold.
Hovering a few feet from the air, with his eyes closed he seemed to be struggling with something. His face was scrunched up under intense concentration and his golden body began to glow.
The increase was subtle at first, but as the glow increased he began shining as bright as a star, and it was only the fortification around him that was blocking the light. The light reached an intense luminosity and it unexpectedly imploded, crushing the golden giant into a paste.
A cry of anger came from the scattered flesh all around and the air rippled as the golden giant was created anew, not from the shattered flesh around him, because the act he performed stripped every form of energy from those, making them useless to him, but from the glow of the golden suns below.
Reaching the seven-point in his star meant that within this city, underneath the light of the golden suns, he was truly immortal, even the weakness in his heart that every golden giant had was no longer a weakness here because he would be reborn from golden light.
Lost looked at the golden giant with concern, "You should stop and preserve your strength." he glanced below at a massive pool of blood and flesh that had been created below. The kid had tried to reach the next level hundreds of times in the span of three hours, and he had paid a grievous price, but his heart was unbroken, and he tried again and again despite his failures. "I will rest when I am dead," he growled, "If I can link to one of the golden suns, I should have enough power to turn the tides. This I know, but why would it not come to me? Am I not worthy?"
"That is an unfair question to ask because I think Rowan himself would not have expected that you would reach this step so quickly and so he had not made the final passage to link this power to the Blood Blessed. You should understand that the majority of the power of your bloodlines is locked away because he knows that you all cannot handle the power of holding a Primordial Bloodline, I am sure he would want to intervene personally for anyone who attempts to take this step, but sadly he is occupied at the moment."
The golden giant was not discouraged, "If there is no path I would make my own. You should know of my character well enough by now, Lost Flames. Would you rather be talking or helping me?"
Lost sighed, "I will do what I can. The answers to your dilemma lie in the memories of the creator... I will try to search it out, in the meantime, do not drain your spirit till the last drop because you think there will be no future after this moment. Your people look to you for hope, let them see that."
"I know that they look at me for hope, and for that reason, I shall burn bright. My death is meaningless, find me my answers Lost Flames, I do not care if the flames of my life are what I use to make a path. I shall not fail them... I shall not fail again."
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