Marvel's master of cosmic magic-Chapter 821
"Open."
A door appeared before Rowan.
He stepped through it.
The White Tower collapsed behind him.
The Cathedral of Bones dissolved like smoke.
Time, space, and layered restraints meant nothing.
"Graft."
Every attack aimed at Rowan—lightning, blazing radiance, mental corrosion, fate distortion, spatial suppression—vanished.
Then reappeared.
All of it was transferred onto Amon and Grisha.
The two were struck by their own power.
Amon’s smile froze.
Grisha’s pupils shrank. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
"How is that possible?"
They understood the Fool and Door authorities better than almost anyone alive.
What Rowan had just done should not have been achievable with only two authorities.
At best, Rowan should have broken free from Amon’s time and fate interference quickly.
But Grisha’s White Tower and Cathedral of Bones should have trapped him for a significant period.
Long enough for sustained suppression.
Instead, Rowan erased everything in a single breath.
The sensation was unmistakable.
This was not the performance of someone standing at their level.
This felt like an Old One.
True dominance over authority itself.
Realizing too late what they were facing, Amon and Grisha tried to intercept the redirected attacks.
Rowan spoke again.
"Mind of Madness."
Even Grisha, standing at half–Old One status, was caught.
Their expressions went vacant.
Their consciousness collapsed into dull stupor.
They were struck head-on by their own unleashed powers.
Bones shattered.
Divinity cracked.
Blood sprayed across the mausoleum.
Rowan did not pause.
"Mind of Madness."
A second wave.
Just as Amon and Grisha began to regain clarity, they were dragged back into emptiness.
Rowan raised his hand.
A single slap landed on Amon’s forehead.
Everything inside Amon was forced out.
Unique authority.
High-tier essences.
Stripped clean.
Rowan turned toward Grisha.
Before his palm could fall, a stone tablet flew out from Grisha’s body.
A Blasphemy Slate.
The Sea of Chaos roared from it, trying to swallow Rowan whole.
Rowan lifted his hand.
A gray-fog-shrouded castle descended.
The Source Citadel.
It pressed down on the Sea of Chaos like a mountain.
The raging abyss was instantly suppressed.
Without that protection, Grisha stood exposed.
Rowan slapped him once.
All of Grisha’s unique authorities and high-tier essences were torn free.
The battlefield had already drawn too much attention.
The clash between Eternal Blazing Sun and the God of Steam and Machinery earlier ensured that every true god—and the ancient beings lurking beyond Earth—was now watching.
Rowan deliberately limited himself.
Only Fool and Door authorities.
Power restrained to barely graze Old One territory.
Not enough to terrify.
He gathered Amon’s extracted authorities and essences, along with the Time Worm fragment he already possessed.
Then he swallowed them.
Fusion began.
Grisha’s stripped authorities lay on the ground.
Rowan did not touch them.
Not yet.
Bait.
If other gods wanted to make a move, this was their invitation.
With the Error authority now inside him, three authorities resided within Rowan:
Fool.
Door.
Error.
Which meant the Celestial Worthy’s will had no choice but to awaken.
And this time, it came in full.
No dilution.
No delay.
"You dare steal what belongs to me?"
A vast will condensed and descended into Rowan’s mental world.
"I will take your body."
For most beings, resistance would last seconds.
Even someone like Amon, with Grisha’s assistance, would require years of struggle.
Rowan looked up inside his own mind.
Unimpressed.
A colossal hand descended from above.
A single slap.
The Celestial Worthy’s will shattered.
Dream ended.
Extinguished.
But Rowan did not awaken.
He remained still.
As if locked in internal struggle.
The bait remained believable.
Elsewhere, Roselle’s barrier finally stabilized.
He completed his return.
The Black Emperor rose once more.
The God of Steam and Machinery intensified his assault.
Eternal Blazing Sun hesitated.
Then turned.
His divine power surged toward the unattended authorities and essences stripped from Grisha.
They belonged to neighboring paths.
If he obtained them, he could become a three-path true god.
If he also seized the first Blasphemy Slate and gained control of the Sea of Chaos...
Old One.
Apocalypse or not, he would endure.
Two more divine powers surged in as well.
Lightning-shaped.
Book-shaped.
The Lord of Storms.
The God of Knowledge and Wisdom.
They shared the same ambition.
All three saw opportunity.
Whether Rowan would survive the Celestial Worthy’s backlash no longer mattered.
If they became Old Ones, Rowan would cease to be a threat.
Just as their powers were about to descend—
A curtain of darkness fell.
It wrapped around Grisha’s discarded authorities and essences.
The Goddess of Night.
She did not understand how matters had escalated to this point.
But she had seen Rowan’s strength.
And she was Rowan’s ally.
Until Rowan awakened, she would guard the spoils.
A rough voice thundered across the sky.
"Worry about yourself first."
The God of War moved.
While the Goddess of Night confronted three true gods, he struck.
His target was clear.
He intended to kill her.
