Rowan did not let the shock settle in the mind of the audience as he proclaimed,

"Hear my words and know this to be the Truth. I am not a God, nor a Demon, I am not an Archmage not the Scion of a Divine, I am not an Empyrean nor a Titan, the blood you see is the red blood of a mortal, and I have a limited amount of them that I can lose before I perish. Third you are wrong, you have beaten the greatest of my creation, and this spell is the only method I can use to win this battle. So my question to you is simple, would you watch as the greatest opportunity you would ever come across pass you by because you were scared of fighting a mortal? This bridge would merely equalize the field of battle, and the bounty behind me would be the reward for the winner."

Rowan knew in his heart that he would never win a contest of words with a duplicitous entity like Third, he could only make his case impossible to be denied. The Third Prince would always find a way to wiggle out of anything, but an absolute justification. Rowan was mortal and vulnerable, if he could not fight a mortal with all his advantages, then he would lose his armies.

Even with all his advantages, Rowan knew that it would be almost impossible to perfectly destroy all the Reflections, one instance would be Erohim, even after he was killed and his Will stripped away, he was still able to survive inside a memory he had hidden, Rowan could not ignore the possibility that even if he succeeded in killing all the Reflections, that some part of them would remain, and so he created Twilight Spell to resolve this issue once and for all.

Using the impossible concept of placing two separate Time Continuum in one space, he created a power that would shatter all forms of life across time. He had drawn concepts from the Lost Flames, and Sheol, among other powers to create the inspiration for this spell. It was hard to say if he would be able to duplicate this spell ever again, he was lucky that all the right conditions were in place to make it possible.

To truly win this battle against his ancient enemies, he would have to funnel the Reflections into this bridge. The only way he would ensure that they would cooperate was to make sure that he bore an equal amount of risk. At least on the surface.

Rowan knew that his other two bloodlines were immortal, but no one here was aware of that fact, he had made sure that he did not finalize the final form of his Sheol bloodline, and anyone who had seen his other bloodline inside his dimension would not even understand what they were looking at. After all, he had never seen anyone whose bloodline was a city.

The Third Prince laughed bitterly, "Well played Rowan, well played, the entire universe is our witness, you shall stand before the might of the entire forces that we have arrayed before you as a mortal, and just as we shattered your Dominion, your mortal blood shall paint the skies red. On this bridge will your fate be decided and it would be a grim one for the ages. Believe me boy, I have had a million years of practice when it comes to torturing you."

Not waiting for a reply, the Third Prince gave a chin nod, and the vast army of the undead raced towards the Twilight Bridge, from afar they were like a dust storm, trillions of beasts of all sizes surged towards the golden bridge.

The eyes of everyone here turned red with greed and anger at the despicable move by the Third Prince, many of them on learning that Rowan was a mortal wanted nothing more than to be the first one to test the bridge. Who knows they might be lucky and be the one to collect his head.

If the Third Prince succeeded in pushing through the bridge, then he would be the one who would gain all the benefits, but no one here could challenge him, the power he had shown was enough to destroy them all, and in their hearts, some of them had begun to plan the best method to plunder the universe after the Third Prince has had his fill, it seemed inevitable that he would win, after all, their mad opponent was just a mortal.

Although he did not mention it, they all believed that Rowan's mortality should have come about due to him creating such a Taboo Spell, and his last stance was just the final flickerings of a spent flame.

Everyone was tense as the army of the undead shot across the dead universe, moving faster than they should due to the interference of the Third Prince, he was pushing the infinite amount of beasts he controlled towards Rowan if there was ever any fight left in him, he intended to bleed it all away using an army he could effortlessly resummon.

If Rowan thought that this battle would go according to his plans, then he was sadly mistaken, because the Third Prince had no intention of stepping foot on that bridge, at least not before Rowan had only a single breath of life left in his chest, and even then, he might still choose to kill him from a distance.

This child had shown him enough reasons not to ever take him lightly.

Rowan watched the entire visible space around him, both the heavens and the earth filled with undead beasts, their red eyes focused on him with such an avid lust for his flesh and blood that their Intents were written in reality.

He grinned and closed his eyes and he rested, his consciousness began to descend into his dimension to access his Primordial Record, not taking to mind the near-infinite amount of descending on his bridge.

Their roars that could be heard from all corners of the Universe carried by Intent could not reach him here, and the Primordial Record spoke to him,

"You bring me to the best places Rowan, such an adventure I have had with you."

Rowan smiled, the Primordial Record had begun to reveal more of itself to him as he grew stronger and picked his own path, its words were no longer cryptic, and Rowan found that he actually liked this new side of the Singularity, "You have seen nothing yet, stick with me and I shall bring you to the end of creation."

"I will hold you to that," the Primordial Record, chuckled? "Without merging with my final page I will not be able to give you the entire benefits that you should enjoy, are you okay with this development? Why do I even ask, your mind is firm, uey don't you want to deal with the army that is a single second away from burying you?"

Rowan shrugged, "They are already handled, show me what I have to work with."

The endless undead had slammed into the bridge, burying it in its entirety under an impossible mound of flesh.

Silence prevailed in the universe as everyone was on the verge of breathing out a sigh of relief in expectation of the death of their enemy and then the Third Prince shuddered and stepped back, before hacking and coughing out blood and pieces of his internal organs.

The endless armies of undead silent turned to ash, starting from those touching the bridge and traveling to every last one of the undead. The Ash was so thick it shrouded the entire dimension and began to fall like the universe's worst rain.

Rowan's voice touched the entire dimension, "Third, I thought you were smart. Did you not remember the nature of this bridge? It is the final resting place of all life. Nothing of the dead can cross it."