Of the 33,000 streams of time he had inside his soul, Rowan was using 11,000 streams to blanket the entirety of this continent and maintain his domain, and he could not predict what would happen when he used the entirety of his powers to impose his will on this space, plus since he had spread out the streams of time over a large area and had not superimposed it on a single location as he had done with the Shiik, Rowan could not truthfully tell if he would be able to suppress a seventh-dimensional entity.
For now, he was not willing to find out, because even if he could, what was before him here was simply a Memory and not the real thing, and because the Mother of Poison would not be staying here for long, he did not want to antagonize her further.
If he was a betting man, he would still bet that he would lose, because the higher dimensions were too expansive to be entirely shackled by quantity.
The blue serpent spoke to Rowan with a sing-song voice that was entrancing, "Do you know of me?"
He cocked his head to the side and touched the breeze that blew past him with his fingers, "Although it has been locked inside here since the Primordial Era, the wind itself speaks of your name, for they remember your presence, you are the Queen of Serpents, Mother of Poison, you are Shahmaran, the first daughter of Chaos."
The blue snake slowly flew up to Rowan, "You know of me, and so you should be aware that we are kin."
Rowan swiped his hand harshly to the side, "I am not a Chaos Blood no longer."
The face of the blue snake squeezed in disgust, "Those pathetic creatures are not worthy of being mentioned before your name. You mistake my intentions in coming here to meet you." n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The blue snake was just a fragment of her entirety, and if she was one of the firstborns of Chaos who had such a power then it meant that Caine was an eighth-dimensional entity himself.
Rowan had always been wary of Caine and he had long realized that this creature was far more powerful than he appeared. Before entering Reality, he had thought that perhaps he might be at the sixth-dimensional level, maybe the seventh at most, but never would he have imagined that Caine was at the eighth.
In all their interactions, subtly, Caine had shown weakness, revealing gaps in logic and prowess that slowly lured Rowan into a place of comfort, so much so that he had interacted with this being multiple times and he had figured that he had a chance. Rowan was always growing stronger and patching up the weaknesses that he had, and over time he had become so powerful and unique that he could now play mental gymnastics with the Eye of a freaking Primordial, but he had not been this way in the past, and of his many mistakes he vowed not to repeat them.
Thinking about it further he realized that perhaps this was a good thing. If he had shown excess competence the first time he had interacted with Caine, then this creature would not have taken the time to seek to manipulate him, he would have ended him at that instance.
The same thing happened with the Eye of Time because this entity believes that Rowan could be manipulated, they all unconsciously revealed holes in their plans, and he was able to take advantage of them.
Rowan thought he should not despair because he could not see through Caine at the start, instead what he should be grateful for was that the person that Caine had seen in the past was gone, and now it was Rowan's turn to flip the board.
Like the Eye of Time, Caine might have revealed more truths than he wanted to disclose, and it was up to him to search through the clues of the past and locate them.
Rowan believed that those clues were shouting at him from the box.
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