Walking past the Axe, he gripped the handle, and he made the snakes appear around him, they had succeeded in the task he gave them, and except for Maeve whom he could not find, they had killed all the so-called supervisors inside the manor.

He came outside, his seven-foot frame was intimidating, coupled with his grace of movement, he appeared in control of everything, his jacket gently flapped in the wind, and he tightened his hold on his Axe.

This time he was stepping out into the world, and he was not inside his shell, a small frightened child who was confused, with no meaningful direction, who had but a few moments to live.

He was still confused, but he was no longer frightened, that was growth, right? The one–eyed snake, flying beside him, spat out a metallic plate and Rowan took it. It was a Sigil plate.

He had a suspicion that he had to verify, as the first time he saw the strings, they had reminded him of something.

The first time he saw a Sigil plate, his Spirit and Spatial Sight were far weaker than they are now, but he was able to verify some patterns that he had memorized.

Focusing his sight on the Sigil plate, he began to zoom into it, the metallic plate served as a sort of barrier to his probe, but not for long as he soon entered inside it.

His Spatial Sight passed through a layer of darkness, and he saw… Strings.

Unlike the strings bounding the pages of the Primordial Record, this one was far simpler, and although he could not trace every single line used, he was able to figure out certain patterns, also unlike the screams he heard when he looked at the former, the sensation he received from these strings were muted, almost as if it were non-human.

Pulling his sight away, he finally figured out what had bound the Record. It was Sigils. He sent the snake to return it to the door of the cellar, as the Army had crossed a greater part of the way.

He could now really appreciate the magnitude of what was arrayed before him, it would be hard to describe the sight of ten thousand marching men, talkless of an army of monsters of these proportions.

They were like an Army of darkness, as their movement tore the earth to pieces, and the presence of so many Abominations twisted reality. He saw that the clouds over this Army appeared faded as if the Abominations were draining the life of everything around it.

Rowan touched his chest, the familiar beating of his heart was gone, and only a black void remained. Apart from the human sensibilities he had in his last life, he was truly no longer a man.

No man would see such an array of monsters charging at him, and feel nothing but calm.

Was it not amazing that it was the little things that affected his mental state? It was not the prospect of him being able to control tens of thousands of planets in the future that influenced him, after all, it was still a distant goal.

His missing heart struck him deeply, the blood flowing in his veins could well be liquid metal, they were heavy, and its flow was steady.

No fear.

There would be a time when he needed his human emotions to guide his decision, but not now. His golden eyes began to glow, as lightning seemed to be flashing inside of it.

Holding the Axe with both hands, he began running towards the fight. His snakes were still in small shapes, about ten feet long, resembling pythons.

His first step made the ground explode, the sound was like a bomb blast. Rowan's figure turned to a blur, as his second step was made at the boundary of his manor, nearly one hundred meters away from his first step.

He angled his feet, so he did not just go forward but upward, the force of the second step made a massive crater, as his body was launched into the air.

His snakes roared as they expanded, and he landed on the head of the Two eyed snake, who pushed the others aside, so it could be the one to receive him.

Rowan chuckled, and with a mental command,  his giant seventy-foot-long Ouroboros Serpents began to ascend to the skies.

Their ascent was both graceful and still equally terrifying to watch, for their appearance in their full form seemed to strain the very atmosphere they flew through.

This was the first time an Empyrean had walked the skies of this world. Rowan had enough mental capacity to appreciate the first time he sort of flew through the skies, he dispelled that thought, however, he did not want his memory of this event to be tainted by battle and bloodshed.

The air around his hand began to pulsate, as he began gathering his vitality, the Axe in his hands began to hum, as it was the first time he was giving it his vitality as soon as he broke into the Legendary State, there seemed to be a barrier holding back the amount of Essence he could give the Axe.

Then he understood that it was not a barrier,  but that the Axe could not handle the amount of Essence that he was giving it.

The Axe began to glow red, as the green parts left on the Axe head and the shaft seemed to burn. Above him, seven gigantic phantasmal Axes, nearly twenty meters across, winked to life, and they seemed to be burning with flames.

Rowan looked down at the charging Army, and with a roar, he let loose. The air exploded with a shriek, as the seven Axes descended like burning meteorites, slicing in half an unlucky Avian Abomination, and quicker than the eyes could follow, they reached the ground and exploded, flinging dead and wailing Abominations hundreds of feet into the air.

His Vitality was endless, and he unleashed the technique, again and again. The savagery of the snakes beside him was ignited. The one-eyed went for the flying Abominations, while the three-eyed descended to the army below.

The three-eyed Ouroboros serpent was fast, and when it reached the ground it did not stop, it slammed into the earth, tearing apart dozens of Abominations, and drilled underground, only to emerge underneath a Giant, where it first bites severed the Giant at the waist, and it curled around the broken Giant, and the next bite was at the head, slicing through it like a hot knife through butter, and it promptly swallowed down the head, disregarding the rest of the corpse, it cold three eyes surveyed the battlefield as if it were a dining hall.

It shrieked and, like a high-speed train, it began to move, it stayed a few feet off the ground, but its speed was churning the earth as it moved past, it started going after the Giants, and every single Abomination in its path was turned to mush.

The motion from its tail slapped the air like thunder cracks, and any Abomination within a hundred feet of that snapping tail was turned to a yellow stain in the air.

By now, the One-eyed snake had finished consuming close to half of the Avian Abomination in the air, and there were barely twenty left…

The Ouroboros snake moved through the air with unearthly grace and power, the Avian Abomination covered it, and they tried to bite through its flesh, they all failed, and with a shake of its body, they were pulverized.

Rowan grinned at the sight, this part of him, this utterly inhuman part, was glorying in this battle.

His golden air fluttered with the wind generated by the massive Ouroboros snake below him, as massive streams of soul power poured into him.

No, this was not a battle, this was a slaughter.

Not realizing when he began to laugh, Rowan continued releasing phantasmal Axes into the pandemonium that was the battlefield below, as that stretch of land turned into hell.