The tendrils from the World Seed had been digging through the core of the unknown skull for hours, and the energy Rowan had expended would have lit up a billion stars, even though his consciousness and the World Seed were a perfect conductor of energy, his consciousness had begun to feel raw.

He had never channeled and processed such enormous amounts of energy for such an extended amount of time. He could feel fatigue beginning to build up, and he simply rotated this worn-out consciousness to a fresh one. Rowan had been able to bring three consciousnesses with him to this place, and it was already showing its advantages.

The build-up of stress was a minor setback however and he felt he could handle a thousand times more power, the war inside his dimension was enough motivation for him to go beyond his limits and push for more, he would rest when he was dead.

Rowan pulled on more essence of the universe because as the universe was shrinking, the rate it pushed its essence into his dimension increased, this made Rowan reevaluate his timeline and increased the pressure on his dimension, but he should be able to take it.

The increased essence absorption in his World Seed led to a doubling of the tendrils he released from the World Seed and pushed it closer to success. Already he was perceiving a building connection with this Supreme entity and he began to brace for it.

He was in unknown territory here, and if he was not careful, his daring would lead to his destruction.

Rowan instinctively felt that the first roadblock in claiming this Supreme World was coming up, and before long he slammed head-first into it. He felt the familiar tug of a memory, but this one was so strong and complete, it could as well be a new reality.

It was with avid fascination that he allowed himself to be pulled into it, as he realized that if he wanted, he could choose to live inside this memory, for it contained everything that reality should hold.

'Was this the power of the Will of a Fourth Dimension or higher? The capability to keep a moment sacred in time and preserve it for all eternity.'

There was light and then darkness and he felt as if his mind had been stretched into opposite directions, this memory This moment in time tested the strength of his soul, and Rowan held under its power before he seized it and drew himself into it, and everything snapped into place.

His consciousness pierced through a darkness that seemed to extend for an eternity before he reached his destination and he opened his eyes.

Rowan found himself standing in the body of a child wearing a silver robe, he was inside a palace made from gold, and then he frowned as he closed his eyes. He pushed deep into his consciousness and his breath settled when he noticed that although his progress into claiming the Supreme World stalled for a moment, his other consciousnesses had taken charge and began to push deeper into the skull.

If Rowan was like everyone else with a single soul, and therefore a single consciousness, a vision with the power of Will behind it would have taken all their attention, and their progress into claiming this supreme world would have stalled. It did not matter if they had the ability to separate their consciousness into many different strands, since they had a single soul, that soul would be totally occupied.

If there was a test inside this memory and he failed it, then it would still not matter to him, because he was already pushing ahead behind the scenes. Rowan was claiming this Supreme World and nothing would be stopping him, whatever Will was left inside of it would soon be understanding the type of person he was.

He felt the vision waver and he smiled, he knew this roadblock was supposed to stall him, but it was okay, it could hold one of his consciousness, and the others would simply go around it.

Rowan felt the roadblock silently melting away, and the hold of the memory over his consciousness ceased. He felt the memory trying to eject him but he refused to budge, there were secrets here that he wanted to know.

His eyes opened once more inside the throne room and even though he knew no time had passed, the entire place was now devastated, as if a giant had flattened the entire place, and the ravages of time had also taken hold.

Rowan looked up and saw the stars and he instantly knew that this place was another universe. The stars were unfamiliar.

When he called for Tribulation in his ascent to the Third Dimension, he had seen the entire stars in the universe, and he knew their shapes and position in the void, but these stars in this memory, he knew none of them.

Four mighty figures clashed overhead, the lights from their battle so bright it eclipsed the brightest light in the universe, and he recognized two of them.

With a cry of pain, one of the mighty figures was cast down, his body torn in two, and he fell beside another figure that was on the edge of death that Rowan had previously not noticed.

"Fourth you bastard, why did you not protect me?" The figure that was cast down gave out long cries of pain as his body and essence were shattered to pieces, releasing so much power from his shattered body that it stunned Rowan.

That power swept through the universe, shattering galaxies without numbers into ash, and nearly tearing this universe in two.

Whatever wound that was inflicted on this person was so severe that it nearly killed him and he lost a majority of his power. The body that crashed was the size of a galaxy, but when the power that emerged from it dissipated into nothingness, the broken figure of the Third Prince was revealed.

He looked at the figure beside him who must have suffered the same fate, but Rowan did not recognize who they were, and he hypothesized that this second broken figure must be the unknown last Reflection.

The Third Prince retired his gaze to the battle above with anger, and Rowan followed his stare. He wanted to know who they were fighting.

A massive clash separated the combatants for a while and he saw them clearly. The second person he recognized was Golgoth, he was wearing golden armor and held two greatswords, unlike the battered figure that he was at present this figure of Golgoth was radiant and powerful, beside him was a large worm that hovered above Golgoth.

Opposite them was a figure covered in blood, but in no way did this reduce the inherent might and nobility he carried. On one hand was a bright silver light and on his other hand was a bright golden light.

"My brothers, why do you fight me so? Golgoth, I gave you a name, and I would do the same to all of you. Do not listen to Third, his path is madness."

The figure of Golgoth trembled, he seemed to be in anguish, but whispers drifted from the Third Prince into his ears and he straightened, "I wish I could follow you brother, but Third is right, we can bring him back, even if the chance is a single percent, we owe it to our father to pursue it."

Golgoth pointed one of the Greatswords at the bloodied figure, "I am sorry, but you have to die for our dreams to live Erohim. Forgive me, brother."