Marvel's master of cosmic magic-Chapter 812

Rowan left Bethel Abraham standing off to the side.

Then he absorbed a star-key core.

The transition was instantaneous.

The Fool’s path loosened.

The Door path took hold.

Two systems of authority interlocked within him.

Space folded differently now.

Sharper.

More obedient.

"Lady Eleanor," Rowan said calmly. "Resume the seal."

At the altar’s center, a pitch-black gateway opened.

Without hesitation, Rowan stepped inside.

This was the same prison once used by the Night Goddess and the Storm God to confine Bethel.

The gate closed behind him.

Silence.

Bethel stared.

"He’s... ascending through the Door path?"

Before the thought finished forming, a spatial rift opened beside Bethel.

Rowan stepped out.

Casual.

Unharmed.

Bethel’s expression broke.

"He just walked out...?"

Not shattered the seal.

Not forced it.

Opened a door and left.

Rowan glanced at his hand.

"The Door path’s control over space really is convenient."

Countless phantom doors overlapped inside his body.

Across the world, doors creaked open.

Locks failed.

Seals flickered and briefly lost cohesion.

Then everything settled.

Rowan opened his eyes.

He was now a true god of the Door path.

Authority over passage.

Over thresholds.

Over the concept of "entry" itself.

With a thought, Rowan could open or close anything that could be interpreted as a door.

Physical.

Spatial.

Conceptual.

His spatial and sealing magic surged in potency.

Spells he once theorized about now functioned naturally.

Opening flesh.

Opening minds.

Opening destiny.

Opening chains within existence itself.

Rowan did not pause.

He produced the Fool’s singular authority.

Along with two remaining cores tied to that path.

"I might as well finish this."

He absorbed them.

Power detonated inward.

For a moment—

Something else stirred.

A familiar will.

Ancient.

Arrogant.

"So you’ve finally reached this point," the voice said. "Your body is mine."

Rowan snorted.

"Go back to sleep."

His soul pressed down.

Not gently.

Brutally.

The foreign will was crushed back into silence.

Before fading, it spat one last threat.

"Take one more authority and I will awaken fully."

Rowan replied casually.

"This is one-twelfth of my soul."

Silence followed.

Rowan had become a dual-path true god.

Door.

Fool.

His internal power multiplied.

And reached the absolute upper limit of a single universe.

Rowan felt it.

The ceiling.

He stepped through it.

"Let’s go further."

Twelve bodies.

One will.

All closed their eyes simultaneously.

Energy surged.

His essence tore past the universal boundary.

No complex ritual.

No delicate balance.

Only overwhelming reserves.

Only ascent.

In moments, Rowan crossed into a higher existential tier.

Individual multiversal.

His energy expanded more than a hundredfold.

Measured purely by raw power, Rowan now surpassed many of the ancient outer horrors.

But he did not stop.

His mage-apprentice-world incarnation acted.

All its energy surged outward.

The entire apprentice world was wrapped in light.

Then dragged into Rowan’s personal reality.

Years of assimilation.

Completed in seconds.

Rowan merged all souls into that incarnation.

Twelvefold amplification.

World-laws bent.

Two hours passed.

The apprentice world fully integrated.

A second universe now existed within Rowan.

His existence climbed again.

Now, every body he possessed stood at both:

Individual multiversal level.

World-multiversal level.

Rowan exhaled slowly.

With dual-path godhood.

With multiversal bodies.

With countless systems of magic and authority.

He could now challenge veteran multiversal entities.

Not necessarily win.

But he would never be helpless.

Not anymore.