Rowan was getting restless.
The nature of his Avatar of Eve Bloodline meant he could not truly fall into slumber, as without a soul, he could no longer rest. That luxury had been denied from him forever. Instead, his consciousness would be placed in a peculiar place.
He only saw himself inside darkness, and inside this darkness, time was warped, and every seconds outside could be years inside this place, and although Rowan was not aware how long it was that his body fell into slumber to digest the soul he harvested from a god, he knew he had already spent centuries inside the darkness.
That was a very long time, even for him, as he was not yet used to having a lifespan that made him almost pseudo-immortal.
The first few decades were tolerable, he did not make any plans or go over the events that happened on Jarkarr, he just rested and allowed his mind to go wherever it wanted. He imagined himself as a leaf inside a stream, just going along with the flow.
