Inside Rowan's dimensional flesh, the final moments proceeded without any interruption. All of his defenses had been broken down, and his fortresses had collapsed.
Everywhere the golden spikes pierced, they became crystallized. Transforming into jagged, amber prisons. Light bent unnaturally, curving towards the spikes as if in worship.
There was intense divinity here that had been hidden behind the corruption of the Abyss, and they revealed themselves, and Rowan gritted his teeth and removed his perception from his body.
His dimensional flesh was lost.
Rowan's only eye found the figure of Primordial Memory watching him die. There was a strange look in his eyes, as if he were admiring the last light of a dying star.
In the distance, Rowan could hear deep rumbles as if the heavens were breaking, and he knew it was coming from his Origin Ouroboros. Something was blocking them from getting to him, and he knew they would not save him in time.
