Rowan's speed was so fast it was almost impossible to see his movements, and he had halted just as abruptly. Before he turned around he looked up at the sky and noticed that not all his blood had crashed to the ground yet, some were still falling, and the light they exuded turned the sky red and he sighed, this sight reminded him of a memory from long ago.
In that memory, he was a child in a harsh and alien world, and there was a red moon overhead. He was on the verge of death at that moment, the same thing that was happening here, and there was also a Primordial Keeper there with him.
"The moon is red, and so is my heart."
Rowan had been using six arms to battle, hence six Cherubims, but he had nine Cherubims and he has always been keeping the last three in reserve because it was the smart move never to show all your cards until they were needed.
He had kept Sundown, Judgement, and Extinction aside for when he needed them the most, even if things had quickly reached levels that he had not fully anticipated.
With the power of Sundown, Rowan had crossed through the battlefield, tearing his way through hundreds of Primordial Keepers, his legs and most of his body were crushed and he could no longer move like before, Sundown would be his legs.
Judgment and Extinction had been the ones to mostly kill the keepers, and now Rowan rotated his body, his legs floating off the ground, carried by Sundown, and so the movements of his body were incredibly strange, like a puppet carried by massive invisible strings.
He did not use the Cherubim in their full angelic form even though the abilities they would be able to unleash in that form would be many times greater than their blade form, and it was not because their blade form was weaker but due to Rowan itself and his reduced attributes not being able to take advantage of all the abilities of the Cherubim.
Knowing all this, Rowan attacked. Let them earn his death, he had given enough chances to them. His blades were his eyes, and into their formation, Rowan entered with no hesitation. Space wiggled and stretched, but the hold of Wormtongue ensured that these fifth-dimensional Primordial Keepers could not take advantage of their control over space, and they could not make it as massive or as small as they wanted.
Judgment seemed to move by itself, the Cherubim had judged the Keepers and the Angel found them wanting, their lives were reaped under its blade. It did not matter that they existed in a higher dimensional state, Wormtongue had drawn everything of them inside here, and the greatest advantages that they had where their minds could escape in time and space was nullified, to kill them Rowan had spent hundreds of millions of years in creating this treasure, it would be a shame if he did not get his time's worth.
The Cherubim Extinction was more deadly, made to be the end of all things, the Primordial Keepers almost seemed to be falling on the blade without them being able to resist, Sundown brought Rowan across the battle with speed that almost seemed as if he was both teleporting and going back in time.
The six other Cherubims behind him, weaved through the battlefield, the most capable assistant that a warrior could ever ask for in a battle. As if they were reading his mind, they flew around him in dizzying patterns that dazzled the mind and threw off their perceptions, while slicing through bodies and blocking and diverting spells.
Rowan went on a rampage.
The Primordial Keepers did not go silently into the night. They quickly realized that Rowan's action would cause them not to be able to fully Soul Annihilation, and in a feat of madness, they tore the spell apart and each of them incorporated it into their bodies, and they went insane with pain and bloodlust, they charged at Rowan with a roar, and for a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of combat and butchery.
In the end, only one man was standing, and it was Rowan.
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