At this moment the chained universe and his dimension occupied more than ninety-eight percent of reality and as the chains contracted and pulled, they shrank to the side, leaving more space for the golden light to fill.
Rowan's consciousness began to shrink, the bright glow eruption from his body fading to a smolder, this spell he was attempting, had strained him to the limit because it was creating a series of impossibilities and making them possible to such a massive extent that even the Taboo Spells of an Archmage would be nothing but a faint breeze beside it.
No man, god, mage, or demon could ever have the energy to sustain this spell, even Rowan could not, but he could cheat.
In the battle with the Reflections inside his dimension, the true benefit he had gained was a bounty of Soul Energy. Tens of millions of immortals had died inside his dimension and hidden at the bottom of the Primordial Sea of Darkness were millions of Soul mountains.
