The Lost Flame

Nothing unexpected happened for the next few hours and Rowan's eyes opened after precisely nine hours.

It was done.

From afar the lights from his Angels began to gather around him, the glow from their wings was like rainbows.

He closed his eyes once more as his consciousness entered his Mental Space.

Two things happened one after the other, Rowan succeeded in seeding all the Minor Worlds in the Cerulean Galaxy and his Territory became complete.

He had accomplished what others would call impossible. Rowan was becoming used to doing things of this nature.

He sighed, with everything he had experienced in the last few hours, a mortal would be insane and a god would be tired, instead, Rowan felt nothing but a growing excitement.