The First Angel (2)

The closed eye was cold like a piece of dry ice, and was far heavier than he expected, with his strength it was a meaningless weight, but it weighed above 100 tons. The few details his Empyrean sense could scrape from it were so dense and complex, he could not even understand what he was seeing.

Rowan looked at the kneeling Angels of Char, and seeing they were all equal with no differing characteristics, wanted to pick one at random and awaken it.

That was when he felt his bloodline shake, and the female shadow knelt before him, and information that transcended words or pictures entered his mind, and Rowan understood a part of his bloodline inheritance.

He was a little annoyed at bring fed his inheritance piecemeal, but he understood that if he was not ready to unleash a particular function of his bloodline, knowledge of it would be hidden from him, to avoid him being bogged down by information or abilities beyond his understanding.