Perhaps prisoners were the wrong word to use for their situation, but Rowan considered that it was the only word that fit more closely to the Primordials' situation. They were somehow trapped, and Rowan needed to confirm this truth, or else he would never be able to follow through with any of his plans. He was only seeing one side of an extremely complex puzzle, and for him to understand, he needed perspective.
It was a good thing that he had reached the sixth dimension of Memory, and therefore, he could begin to twist time and space in a manner that no immortal should be capable of. He had seen the way the Primordials treated time and space, and although he could not replicate it, there were still things that he could accomplish.
At this time, his Tower of Greed would have been a wonderful tool, however without sufficient Essence and Aether to power it, how would barely be able to wield a fraction of the power that he needed, of course he could try to borrow energy from his Memory dimension, which was a unique ability, but that also had drawbacks that he was not prepared to handle, he would simply have to use his new dimensional abilities in other ways.
Calculating the energy expenditure as well as the cost that it would incur, Rowan was determined that he could pay it, the benefit was well worth the cost, besides this was the cheapest option that he had that would not debilitate him for long.
Merging his Memory with Time and Space, he sent forth his intentions to his Dimensional Soul, a year into the past, his Will of Truth was the carrier of this message.
Rowan hoped that his gamble would be able to pay off.
Rowan's Dimensional Soul had been hovering outside the Land of Miracles since his main body had been trapped, this was in case there was ever a situation where his powers were needed, despite the fact that they were apart, every experience they went through was instantaneously comprehended by both the body and soul, and there was no one who would be able to react faster than him.
However, there were certain aspects of Rowan's powers that were locked away from his Dimensional Soul, which was his Origin Land and bloodlines.
He could not share this power with his Dimension Soul without activating them, this would simply be a burden on his quickly diminishing resources which was already in use for organizing Rowan's interest all throughout reality, from the lower to the higher realms. He barely had half his Aether and Essence left, and when the stores of energy inside his Dimensional Soul was exhausted, it would simply go dormant and return back to his flesh.
He knew when his main body stepped into the sixth-dimensional level, and for an extended moment there was a dissonance between his dimensional flesh and his dimensional soul, and this was the cause of his confusion because the Rowan that was causing this storm was at the sixth-dimensional level while his dimensional soul was still at the fifth.
Rowan's existence had become quite peculiar, his state of being was extremely massive and each part of him was compartmentalized, his nature was becoming so complex, that it was no longer strange for his left hand to be working on something that his right hand was not aware of.
Nonetheless, this confusion did not persist for long because the moment that Rowan who was inside the Memory of Primordial Life sent his intentions towards his Dimensional Soul, everything changed. The gap in communication and power levels were fixed, and understanding flooded his soul.
His Dimensional Soul was frozen in place for a moment and then he screamed before he collapsed into a ball of light, that soon vanished.
The moment he disappeared, several powerful senses swept through his previous position, the situation was tense and everyone was at a knife's edge, but Rowan's soul was already long gone.
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