Rowan did not know how long he was inside the Maw of Oblivion before he began to understand this layer of the void.
His consciousness was rapidly absorbing the teaching from this layer of the void, and his physique was adapting to fit and comprehend, when it finally clicked, Rowan gasped.
"So, this is why it is called the Maw."
He was inside a deep darkness, but with his adaptation, he could see through that darkness. Rowan could not see everything; this layer of the void was not only vast, but it also prevented him from understanding its nature.
Rowan believed he would have to travel to the depths of Oblivion to grasp its whole nature, but he doubted that he needed to see every part of it, because that would be impossible. ๐ณ๐๐ฒ๐๐จ๐๐ฏ๐๐๐ง๐๐น.๐ฐ๐ผ๐
Jagged, half-real monuments loomed in the darkness. They resembled pyramids from afar, but they were far too steep, and Rowanโs closest description of them would be fangs.
They appeared almost unreal due to their size, but he could not shake the fact that they resembled the fangs of the Ouroboros Serpents.
To test this assumption, Rowan began moving towards them, and he hit another snag. As it turned out, moving inside Oblivion was not a simple affair.
It was as if the concept of movement had been eradicated, and he could see his destination from afar, but reaching it was like wading through dreams.
What helped him here was his observation of how Primordials moved when he had watched Bahamut and Chaos battle. When they moved, it was as if the world around them was moving while they remained still. No effort seemed to be made, yet space and time zoomed around them in a feverish pace.
Using this same concept now, Rowan willed himself across the distance. His higher-dimensional traits of easily crossing space and time were useless here because there was no space or time here, and the only reason his mind could place a meaning on anything he was seeing was because he was becoming a part of Oblivion.
The inheritance he was receiving was complex, and while he was trying to resolve the process of moving through this place, he was still keeping his eyes out for the inevitable dangers that would arise.
Reaching the nearest structure, Rowan concluded that he was right; these enormous pale white monuments were fangs and indeed belonged to an Ouroboros Serpent. If he was correct, he was looking at the remains of the Primordial Beast, which was his bloodlineโs primogenitor.
Rowan looked into the distance where the fangs continued like an endless mountain range and almost smiled at this unexpected benefit.
The path of growth for the Will of Elder and his Ouroboros Serpents was to claim the bodies and the Wills of the Primordial Beasts who existed in the past. He had already gained the Will of Divus and Bahamut, and with the help of the eye he had taken from the Titan, Rowan should be able to track down the Torch Dragon, but he had never expected to find the remains of the Ouroboros Serpent inside Oblivion.
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