This was a feeling that Rowan never wanted to experience again.
Thirty million years was taken from him and yet this ability…it did not stop collecting more.
If he was a god or an Archmage, this number of lifespan would have been more than enough, perhaps sufficient to resurrect a thousand gods from the cold hands of death, but Rowan was not a god. freёwebnovel.com
A hundred million years of life was taken, and the end of nowhere was in sight. There was an unfathomable beast inside of him and its appetite was both cruel and unquenchable, and he wondered when would it ever be enough even as he lost five hundred million years of lifespan.
It should be noted that nothing about Rowan was normal, even his lifespan was fueled by his near-infinite vitality making every single second of it countless times more precious than what it normally would be.
A second of his lifespan was worth nearly a billion years for a mortal. This means his vitality was so powerful, that what fueled his body for a second could keep a mortal alive for a billion years.
Of this previous lifespan, five hundred million years worth of it had been taken in the blink of an eye. "I have not lived for a fraction of this lifespan that I have lost, but in death, I have to pay for so much? To think I have not truly begun upgrading my body to the peak, if this is how much lifespan was lost when I am still in a sense of the word, mortal, how much would I have to pay when I reach the peak of Immortality?"
Rowan's speculations would continue to bite in the back for the drain on his lifespan did not cease, and faintly seemed to be accelerating.
'Would it not be funny,' he thought, 'If, in the pursuit of his resurrection, the lifespan he would end up losing would kill him when he ran out of this precious fuel'
What happened next, was not considered funny for him.
A billion years… two billion years… five billion, and finally a change was beginning to be felt.
The drain eased and something that was similar to time reversal but was not, its operation was frighteningly complex but Rowan was not able to learn much given the state of his diminished consciousness, but it helped that he was in a higher dimension, and so he was able to understand that this portion of his ability surprisingly accessed higher dimensional forces.
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The crater where Rowan had once been was filled with nothing but the twin stream of energy that appeared to be fading away with the death of their intended host, yet overhead something appeared, a tear in space-time.
It looked like an eye that was entirely black, like a gateway into an abyss, stretching for several meters.
The black eye grew larger as the fuel for his resurrection was poured into it, and when a threshold was reached, a golden-slitted iris like those of the Ouroboros Serpents arose in the center of the black oval eye.
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