Rowan eyed the Principality critically, his interest was piqued by its words, "You can ferry me outside this universe to a new one?"

The Angel of Char quickly replied, "I am a Principality, my Creator, charting a course through the Great Darkness is part of my skill set. My essence does not just draw from the light, but also from darkness, and every other mystical energy in creation."

Rowan nodded in thought, "So I should assume that the reason you wanted to control my bloodline is that you needed all the power I had. You are still diminished."

The faces of the Principality nearly smiled, "Precisely creator. To locate my Resonance bodies would take too long, perhaps many Eras before it is completed, I would be severely weakened until that time, this was the best method for your survival. I have no intention of controlling your mind, your consciousnesses are incredibly powerful, but I can steer you in the direction of safety. I believed you would rebel against my intervention so I made my move without informing you."

Rowan looked at the Angel, he saw no remorse or anything of that nature, it was obvious to him that the Angel was sticking by her guns, and truly believed in controlling his powers to lead him away from danger. After awakening his presence had invoked no awe inside the heart of this Angel of Char, only concern.

Rowan did not know if he should be annoyed or amused, but the shock of discovering someone was trying to take over his bloodline power had nearly driven him to the edge, and the Principality's attitude was only driving the stake deeper inside the fresh wound.

He shook his head in regret, what a pity, he valued its power but did not truly need it. If this Angel of Char survived his next series of experiments, then it would begin paying for its arrogance, if not there would be others.

The Angel of Char must have detected the resolve in his eyes because her demeanor changed, it cried out in panic, "Killing me would be a mistake, Creator. I am a Principality."

Rowan nodded towards the other demonic Angel of Char who was curiously frozen in time, "I have another Principality, that one had obeyed my Will and vision since the time of its birth, and had never tried to take over my power. You were born yesterday and you already try to control my throne!"

The Principality scoffed, "That Fallen One is not a Principality, I borrowed its shape in order for me to easily tear through the defenses of your bloodline. I have no idea what it is, likely a birth resulting from the conflicts between the Celestial and Demonic during the Primordial Era. It has no future."

This was the first time Rowan had heard the termFallen One, this should be the general term for Angels of Char, or were terms for unique Angels of Char who were a fusion between the demonic and the celestial.

This Principality likely had so much information about the past of his Angels, their origins, and many more valuable insights, the only problem was that it did not understand him well enough, there were portions of Rowan that should never be touched.

Rowan squeezed his fists a bit closer, "What makes you think you are invaluable to me."

Detecting the subtle change in Rowan's tone, the Principality waited for a short moment before carefully answering, "You are young, Creator, and so you don't know how incredibly lucky you are to have given birth to a Principality. Among a billion Hosts of Angels, it is rare for a single Principality to be born. Destroying me would be getting rid of a unique source of power that you may never come across again, even if a thousand Eras go by."

"The Grand Creator of Celestials gave his powers to diverse Creators to create Hosts of Angels to spread light all over creation, and it is beyond rare for any creator to be able to summon an Angel such as I. You need me to become one of the greatest forces in all of creation."

Rowan smiled, "You really think so?"

The Principality clenched its teeth, "Creator, I know it to be so."

Rowan began to laugh, but there was no mirth inside, instead, it was cold, like the grin from a serpent, "It is a shame that before you attempted breaching my seat of power, you should have first asked yourself, I already control Sovereigns, but How old am I?"

With a flex from his consciousness and the wide-eyed astonishment from the smug Angel of Char, he crushed the being to dust. For a moment her cold eyes had connected with his own, and she had seen something inside him that filled its gaze with what was not necessarily fear, but something strange."

The peculiar Will bounding this piece of his consciousness dissipated and he returned to his mist-like form. His fascination with his mortality faded until it was a forgotten memory.

He took to the air and turned towards the unending Host of his Angels of Char.

Rowan had never truly taken the time to observe how new Angels of Char were created inside his dimension or Mental Space previously.

He knew their appearance coincided with whatever death happened all around him, and it did not necessarily mean that those deaths had to be by his hands. With every death happening around him, it coincided with the creation of Angels of Char as if they were born from the energy of death.

Like figments from his imagination, the Angels of Char would suddenly appear from thin air, their burnt bodies which were constantly releasing cold ashes would drift over to stand beside the others where they would wait, for all eternity if need be, for their Creator to awaken them with his eyes.

His endless armies soon he would be awakening them all.

Rowan looked towards the fore of the Angels of Char, as he had observed that Angels with high levels of potential usually appear close to the front when they were created. Their bodies even in their current form are still distinct from the rest of the Angels.

He was not wrong and he did not have to wait for long. There was no visible indication, but in a few seconds, hundreds of Angels of Char had been created, and among them, there was a special presence.

It resembled a ball of burning shadow and ashes more than a dozen feet in diameter. Unlike any Angel of Char, the Principality was born with a cry like an eagle. Its birth vibrated his entire essence and shook his dimension. He could almost smell the confusion emanating from the ball of gray fire.

Rowan gestured and the flustered Principality was dragged over. It screamed, "What impossible, my Creator, this should not"

Rowan did not wait for the Angel of Char to come to the brink with its shock before he crushed it to pieces again, leaving a shocked cry behind.

It took a little while longer, but among the new batch of Angels of Char that were born, the Principality was among them. Rowan drew it to his side and he noticed the shock it had undergone had shaken this Principality to its core,

He drew it to his side and whispered near the flame, "You have no idea about what I'm capable of, or who I am. Do not compare me to any Creator you may have known before. Your punishment and re-education would have to wait for the moment. Take your time and question my children, learn about my worlds and the next time I summon you, I expect to see that you have gained enlightenment."

The Principality who was a ball of flame flickered rapidly as if it was about to go out, "By your Will, Creator."

"You are a valuable tool," Rowan said, "Until you prove your wisdom, you shall remain nothing but a tool. In your ignorance, you have touched my one reverse scale. There will be no second chances."

Rowan dismissed the Principality and looked around in awe as his Essence finally swept past him in endless streams to enter the massive coffin. The last thing this sliver of consciousness saw was a gigantic golden arm, taking hold of him as he finally rejoined into the greater whole.