Rowan had enough to understand that it would be nearly impossible to dissuade this little sprite when she was like this, and he found it amazing how much she had changed over the years, from the skittish figure who followed behind him for tens of thousands of years to this exuberant ball of energy.
He sighed, not having the heart to push her away, before the battle began he could easily send her somewhere far away with Astrolabe, because if his plans went well, then he would not be surviving what would be coming.
"Woah, those are so pretty, what are they, can I have one? I promise to take care of it, you know I am not lying, I am the most honest person... honest, please, please, please, pretty please. Ok, you drive a hard bargain, let me touch them at least... Um, I guess, I can just be looking at them, yes, this is nice, I will simply be looking at them."
Sighing in contentment, the little sprite watched the flood of stars pour from Rowan's palm. Already familiar with her weird method of communication, Rowan ignored her, after all this time, he knew that this little sprite was perfectly contented just being around him, and his silence was comforting to her. If Rowan chose to actively communicate with her, sooner rather than later, she would turn into a sputtering mess.
With the sprite watching his left hand with rapt fascination, Rowan simply focused on the Source treasure that had been nearly completed as the screams of the Tribulation had cessed, as Rowan had wrung it of every benefit that he could, but what was left was still valuable, because it was still connected to the realm, and he only had to stop chewing for a while, to allow the Tribulation to regain energy back from the dissipating realm before he squeezed again, in this way he would gain the maximum benefit from this Tribulation.
So, he had the battlefield, he had the bait, and when the prey entered the arena, he needed the weapon to slay them. Even if he was not currently wasted as he was, Rowan had no confidence in going against the entire Primordial Keepers and coming out ahead. He had great strength and greater weapons, but against higher dimensional entities, especially those as special as Primordial Keepers, he needed something more, and he knew the way to get them.
His Angels, more specifically
It should be known that the majority of the Angels in his dimension would never grow past the rank of Angels because this was the way they were designed. Light, the Primordial that ruled the Celestial saw base Angels like disposable units, merely messengers at best, or just cannon fodder to be sent towards all corners of reality to spread his light, and so their number could be regarded as infinite.
With Rowan's Tree of Desire bending luck and probability to his favor, he had been able to awaken a surprising number of higher-ranking angels from his Angels of Char, far more than any Celestial Creators were supposed to be able to, giving him an unhealthy advantage over any Celestial Creators, but if his base Angels were able to evolve further because of this new fusion, then his unhealthy advantage would only grow.
This advantage reflected itself over the next hundreds of millions of years, as these newly fused Archangels were able to further fuse to become Sovereigns, but the merger hit a roadblock here because seven separate consciousnesses began to hamper the performance of these Sovereigns.
However Rowan believed that this setback was only temporary, and given enough time for these newly Ascended Angels to get used to their new state of existence, then it was possible that among their number, there could be the birth of Powers and maybe higher ranking angels.
After all these years, becoming a Sovereign was the limit for these Angels, but that did not mean the evolution of his higher-ranking Angels had stopped.
From the normal path of Resonance, over nearly a billion years, Rowan had increased the number of Powers he had under his belt from a mere two to an astonishing 9,071 Powers.
To achieve this number of Powers over nearly a billion years could be considered extremely remarkable, and if not for his powers of wishes that enhanced his great luck further, then without actively cultivating his Angels, he would have never gotten to this number. Suddenly his dimension rippled once more as a red sun arose to herald the birth of a new Power and Rowan could not help but laugh aloud, suddenly the numbers were complete, and having 9,072 Powers meant he could push for the next rank of Angels, and with this number he would not be getting not just one of them, but nine.
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