Rowan's great luck had brought him to the side of this grass and it would seem that he would have to watch the grass fade.
At that time Rowan had almost walked past it, this grass was nothing among the billion other tasks he was pursuing at the same time, but something about the fragility of this grass and how lucky he was to be here at just the right time to find it was the trigger that shook him from his apathy.
It was at this moment that Rowan decided that he would have to change. When he was inside the universe, a mind that could cover a billion places at once was needed, but outside the universe, he would have to focus, no longer at the top of the food chain, he would have to be careful, his Hive Mind gave him a sense of power that was just not the case when he came out of the universe.
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His consciousness went through a million options that might have had the chance of saving it, but all would require more time than the fragile lifespan of the grass was willing to give him. He had barely lived past forty years at that time and his Thousand Year Wish was still centuries in the future and was not even among his considerations, but then he felt a brand new connection with the bluegrass.
Something about its nature was synchronized with his bloodline and for the first time since he came into contact with this mysterious bloodline, it reached across to his consciousness and he heard its voice like the whisper of the breeze through the leaves of a tree. It spoke of desire and the wish to save a life that should have never existed. This was extremely important to the Tree of Desire because events like this were the only way to evolve this bloodline, even with all of Rowan's power, he could not manufacture moments like this, and anyone he came across was special.
The desire for this miracle pushed his bloodline to alter a portion of its ability to suit this event.
Rowan's thousand wishes could now be used in advance, but as a price, the power of the wish would be cut in half, and he would never be able to leave the spot he made the wish from until the duration of the thousand years had passed. This change alone transformed the utility of this ability, as he could now technically use this ability anytime he wanted, and the only price was a reduction in power and loss of mobility.
It took a moment for him to think about his choices. A thousand years for him was no longer such an extended period of time, barely a blink in his total lifespan.
He had lived a rather hectic life since the moment he had Transmigrated into Trion, battle after battle he had fought with no space to find himself, no time to look inside his being and examine all the consequences of his actions.
Sitting here for a thousand years beside a grass he was not sure would survive for that long after he had saved it with a precious wish seemed foolish, but somehow Rowan found himself drawn to this choice.
Beyond the fact that his bloodline needed this plant to evolve, for him this was a choice that was not steeped in deception or one where he sought to make a profit, he was just keeping alive a miracle that would most likely never be repeated until perhaps the end of time inside this place of death.
There was a possibility he would find other such miracles in the future, and if he wanted he could ignore this plant and move on, but Rowan decided to stay put.
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