Chapter 622: Profound Sacrifice

Rowan began returning his body to its previous state, it was slow and extremely painful, and it became immediately clear that removing Eruption from his body had taken a toll. His entire hair began to descend like a waterfall, and in a short moment, he became bald, leaving deep bleeding pits on his head that brought forth blood and pus.

Large bleeding wounds filled his body and for the first time since he became an Ouroboros Serpent, he began to bleed red blood like a mortal. His capacity to handle pain and adverse effects also fell to the gutter, and with a particularly loud crack a majority of his Force Field dissipated, and he nearly fell to his knees.

Rowan had been unconsciously supporting himself with Telekinesis all this while, and with the dissipation of a greater part of his Force Field, he was left with barely enough power to lift up a mountain range, this was far from his previous peak when he could effortlessly crush worlds to dust.

Even as he braced himself, his Force Field finally faded to nothingness and the last burst of Telekinesis surged out, only to vanish.

This ability was almost an innate part of him, something similar to his heartbeat or the blood flowing in his veins. Rowan was surprised how much it hurt him to lose it, like a man suddenly bereft of all his limbs, his body instinctively tried to reach for his Telekinesis, but it was no longer there.

For a brief moment, Rowan nearly broke. The magnitude of his actions and sacrifice nearly overwhelmed him, but he shook himself from that state, as quickly as it came.

"I knew this was coming. I cannot be shaken... I cannot be broken. Let the waves grow higher and higher, I shall remain standing!"

The Empyrean Metal that he was made from was dissipating, fading away into golden ash that ascended into the sky and created a golden arch like a rainbow.

Although his flesh was still ridiculously powerful, its nature was now different, no longer inviolable, no longer immortal, no longer sacrosanct.

Who else would be willing to give up such great powers?

Rowan did not delay his next actions, with the absence of Eruption and the Force Field on his body, his Attributes fell once more, his body shrinking from 300+ miles down to just 120 miles. The effect of the Goliath Might Spell was fading and Lost had to recast it once more.

"Triple the cast," Rowan commanded, his voice was hoarse, but the power it contained was unmatched.

Lost sputtered in indignation, "But, that would..."

Eva tapped his head, "Just do it, what doesn't immediately kill the creator is okay, he can endure the strain."

Lost wanted to protest but with a forlorn sigh he continued stacking the Goliath Might Spell.

Rowan smiled internally, he was sure Eva's words were just a way to appease the little child, but everyone here knew he was no longer the invincible Ouroboros Serpent, but they believed in him, and that was enough.

The light of the Goliath Might Spell that was previously floating around Rowan's skin suddenly fused to his flesh and began to dig its way through until they reached the bone. The light was no longer white but red, as his blood stained the Spell and it shone with a scarlet glow.

Rowan gasped in pain, an unconscious reaction from a body that was beginning to transform to that of a mortal, but the strength filling up his frame was real enough, even though it was beginning to kill him, and unlike when he was fully an Ouroboros Serpent, if he died, especially inside this space, he would not be able to come back, not even the Tower of Greed would work here.

"WHY RISK IT ALL FOR NOTHING, CHILD... YOU ARE BELOVED BY THE VERY LIGHT THAT TOUCHES YOUR SKIN..."

"I am not just a Creator of the Celestial and the Abyssals!" Rowan roared, blood pouring down from his mouth as his cries tore the linings inside his throat, and his Angels trembled.

"I have brought to life more than that..."

An image of Andar flashed in his mind, every single process he had manifested as he created Andar from the remnants of the mortal he once was. He recalled the form of Lost, born from the Lost Flames and Rowan's consciousness, his memories, and his convictions, he recalled Eva, a woman manifested anew from the hands of incognizance...

"My path may have been laid out for me, but I have earned my name..."

Of the hundred thousand Angels and Archangels here, of the two Sovereigns who stood in guard of him none of them had the Abyssal taint, Rowan had made sure they were free of that taint with the lights of Sheol.

With spears of flames, every Angel here including the Sovereigns slammed their weapon against the ground seven times. The sound was a sign of their allegiance and unshakable devotion to their creator.

Every space inside the Forge vibrated as the Aura of Rowan Celestial Host was manifested and their glory shone upon the broken body of their creator, covering him in a shroud of glory.

"Once they were yours. No longer, they are my children now... I am... a Creator!"

With these words, the silver Corona around Rowan thickened and brought with it a formless pressure that nearly brought him to his knees.

Rowan fought against this pressure, burning everything his mortal body had, his resolve and madness beyond what even a god could comprehend... this struggle made the Silver Light glow brighter and he understood that this was the embers of his Will if he allowed himself to falter at this moment, then it was all for nothing...

His body began to shrink, the energy he was utilizing was a small part of this mental struggle but it was still an alarming amount.

Even with the Goliath Might Spell giving him millions of points of Attributes, it was not enough to stall the loss he was suffering.

From a hundred miles, down to fifty and finally ten miles tall. Rowan's form no longer towered on the horizon, his body a far cry from its previous magnificence, in its place however was raw, unchecked potential!

Rowan's appearance was a shell of his previous one, with large bleeding wounds that showed decaying bones, a breath that was disorderly, and the Aura of death hung heavily over him...

Yet, the silver corona only grew sharper, like a divine blade that was slowly being unsheathed.

Rowan was reforging himself anew, using his hand to mold his clay, such an act had gone beyond heaven defying, this was not acknowledging the fact that he was also fighting against the Will of three Primordials!

"FOOLISH CHILD, I CAN NO LONGER PROTECT YOU FROM THE ROAD YOU ARE ABOUT TO TAKE!"

"I am no longer Chaos Blood..."