Rowan did not want to leave the universe, apart from the dangers waiting for him outside of it, the quickest rate of growth he would ever be able to achieve was inside this universe, where he would Seed worlds and be able to perpetually harvest souls from them, even when he was no longer a part of the universe.
The Tribulation Ring had shattered to pieces and what was left was far dimmer than before, barely visible against the darkness, as the destruction Rowan had wrought upon it was greater than the first time, in addition to the fact that a greater portion of its power had been stolen sometimes in the past/future.
Rowan knew what was coming, having experienced it not too long ago, and he closed his eyes as he reveled in the power that came rushing into his frame once more.
He sighed, power was a drug that was addicting. The Berserker power filling up his body was an especially addictive one.
