He left this tree behind for an important reason, Rowan was planning to direct the light and toxins from the creation of his Forge into the trees, no matter how minimal it might turn out to be, working with only one consciousness, made it difficult for him to make everything perfect, and some loss of power was expected in the form of light and heat and other free radicals.
When he gained access to more consciousness pillars he would be able to craft to a level that was befitting his status as a Nascent Primordial.
Arrayed before him were the eighty million Spirit Guises, and with a gesture from his fingers, they all slammed into each other. No sound escaped from this calamitous crash.
