This could be one of the most important things he would ever do, Rowan thought, and it made it important that he was not distracted, his rage was boiling, although he had made certain decisions when it came to defending his dimension, he began to wonder if the trade-offs were worth it.
His consciousnesses inside his dimension were calm and collected, influenced by his Sheol bloodline, but the emerging power of his Ouroboros bloodline was tainting his perception.
They claimed everything under creation as their own, and the loss of any of his children was like driving pins through his eyes, and for a moment he was on the verge of failing when his consciousnesses inside his dimension sent over a surge of strength and advice.
"Don't fight the rage, use it. It is yours, and it works for you, it is your Light that can never be extinguished!"
