Handmaiden Of The Creator

This land, this endless plain should have been nothingness, but his dimensional flesh existed here, becoming something where nothing should be, and its presence had created this endless plain.

A mortal and even most immortal would find this thought process impossible to visualize. How could something exist when there was supposed to be nothing? Fundamentally, Rowan's dimension was nothing, yet it held something. 

Rowan's consciousness touched this plain, feeling the endless possibilities within, to be shaped according to his Will, and he knew that his previous plan about separating his realm into three districts patterned after each of his bloodlines would no longer work here, he would be stupid if he continued considering his prospect to be reduced to such a level. 

Creating three districts would be short-sighted when this land… his Origin Land was one of endless possibilities.