Chapter 53: Memories of The Fallen (2)

Rowan felt a headache coming on. The arriving battles were going to be harder as he could no longer one shot these creatures. Thankfully, he had a great weapon, and he knew his growing abilities would still make all these concerns meaningless soon enough.

Speaking about weapons, what happened to his shears? It occurred to him that he may have lost it during the chaos of the battle, and he had totally forgotten about it.

"I really need a skill on weapons care, can't go around losing my weapon and leaving them behind in a field of battle." Rowan knew it was not his fault, he did not grow up fighting battles, the only reason he was not a gibbering mess was because, in a manner, he was numb.

He had experienced too much in so little time, and he knew he needed a lot of quiet time to go through his garbage and work things out with himself.

The battle waits for no one. Rowan would forge on, until he succeeds, or he dies.

"Let's return to the manor, the compounds are not safe any longer." Rowan said. He recalled something and his eyes flashed, he turned to Maeve, "Walk with me."

When they were out of the ear shot of the Guardsmen, Rowan said, "Thanks for the save." Maeve cocked her head and her eyes lit up in understanding," It's my duty. My Lord."

"Yeah, about that. Can you stop calling me that? You should call me by my name."

Maeve smiled, "I dare not. This is how it has always been. Your status deserves every acknowledgement."

"I do not care so much about my status. Our relationship should have gone beyond the need to be separated by titles and whatnot."

"I understand Master. This goes beyond you and me. The Nobility would have my head if word gets to them that I stepped beyond my station."

"Nobles" Rowan scoffed. " I see no Nobles here in my time of need. I only see you and your effort." Rowan paused, "I want us to be friends. If I am going to die in this coming battle. I would rather it be beside a friend, not my servant."

Maeve was speechless, "My lord... Master... I can't. I am sorry, but there are rules I cannot break."

"Oh.... If that is the case...." Rowan's voice became forlorn.

Maeve hurriedly interrupted him, her voice flustered, "But I have always been your friend, my lord. That would not change. Even though I serve out of loyalty. With the years, I have grown... fond of you. If you are to fall in battle, master, your enemies must have stepped over both my broken body and my ghost"

An uncomfortable pause grew between them, before Rowan coughed his eyes flashed a bit of confusion before he buried it.

Maeve was clearly embarrassed, and he hurried to change the topic.

"So...um, How do you bring out tools and weapons from midair?"

"I don't actually pull anything from midair, My Lord. This is related to a unique ability of mine."

Maeve made a hand gesture slowly, so Rowan could follow her movement, she simply uses her thumb to touch the tips of her middle finger once, and opened her hand, and a piece of cloth materialized over it.

She let it fall and repeated the gesture, and the cloth vanished. "That cloth was from the kitchen table inside the manor. My unique, legendary ability allows me to shift anything I have laid my eyes on, and I have touched within the last two weeks. As far as I know, distance is not a limit."

Rowan was mute in astonishment, he swallowed and replied," That is an incredible ability, it uses should almost be endless."

"Spatial Ability falls under the Path Of The Giant that I walk on. But it is very rare to awaken it at such a low pathway."

Maeve's breath in deeply and continued, "When I awakened this ability, it almost killed me, my mind could not fathom the process by which it operates. Thankfully, it was an innate ability of my bloodline, and I did, not really need to understand all the intricacies to make it work.

Well, there are some restraints on the abilities, disregarding the two weeks I have to constantly see and touch the items I need to access. I cannot move items greater than what I can carry and the more intricate or powerful the item, like the Axe, the more strenuous it is for me to shift it. And finally, I cannot shift a living being"

Rowan's head was lowered a little in deep thought. He knew about Legendary Abilities. To understand how it works, one must understand the pathway the Dominator treads.

When a Dominator gets to the Legendary state, the pathway he cultivates, would unlock an ability from the bloodline, and this ability was significant because it was easier to identify your strengths using the ability you were able to receive from your bloodline.

So, Nobles of the same bloodline could, unlock entirely different abilities at the Legendary state.

As far as Rowan could tell, there were seven major Pathways Of Dominion, all corresponding to the seven major bloodlines. Through his studies and the knowledge that he could acquire, he got to know about three of the pathways.

Even the names of the other four elude his grasp, The Pathways he knew included;

Pathway Of Storms. The Dominator on this pathway were known as Storm callers. They controlled lightning and frost, and at higher pathway they could control the weather. Some Dominator in this pathway tend more to frost than lightning and vice versa. Though, at the height of their powers, they all would be able to control every ability Under that pathway.

Under a pathway, many Dominators usually switch into different sub occupations that inclined more to their bloodline and talent.

A Dominator under the Path Of Storms could become a Frost Lord or a Lightning Weaver. An Ice Titan or a Magnetic Grehn.

The second Pathway Rowan knew was the Pathway Of The Wanderer. The Dominator on this pathway controlled all major aspects of nature. They could be termed druids, and they branched into many branches like Beast Tamers or Treants.

The Kuranes family Tread on this last Pathway that he knew, which was the Pathway Of The Adept. According to family propaganda, this pathway was the most powerful of all the pathways, second only to the mysterious pathway of the God King. Dominators of this Pathway had control over flames and the Earth. They could draw down light from the sun or create a massive golem from the Earth's core. They could raze the skies or flip the earth.

Recently, Rowan was aware of a new Pathway, which was Maeve, Pathway Of The Giant. Though she admitted that she did not know whether this was the pathway itself or just one of the sub occupations under the pathway, and she had no idea of her bloodline as that information was known only to his mother, who had raised Maeve as a child.

Her background was still a mystery to him, and he knew for all her loyalty, there were things he could not get her to divulge to him.

Pushing the Pathways away from his mind for the moment, he focused on the most pressing problems. Their survival.

He was going to the other world. He had calculated the time he had spent there and saw that there was no disparity in the flow of time between both worlds.

If he spent one hour in that world, the same amount of time would pass in this one. He did not have to worry about missing major events while he strived to power up and break his lifespan curse.