The Celestial Legions had entered this realm in numbers beyond counting with great fanfare, and their first show of power was spectacular. In a single move, they had incapacitated a Primordial Beast and the Throne of a Primordial, and their momentum seemed unstoppable.
However, in the time of three short breaths, their numbers had been reduced to nearly nothing. The heavens bled golden and scarlet as it wept with the oceans of divine ichor spewed from the crushed bodies of the Celestials, and all of this happened by the act of a single man.
Now there was only the Archon with the Adjudicator on its shoulder, and the last Celestial Creator standing defeated with fear, the song lost from his heart.
Rowan could imagine the shock in the Celestial Creator's heart. Since the moment of creation, there had never been anyone like him.
There were Chosen Children, Heavenly Fated, Heaven Defying Genuises who could come once in an Era, and then there was him.
