บท 879: Forgive Me, Brother

The tendrils from the World Seed had been digging through the core of the unknown skull for hours, and the energy Rowan had expended would have lit up a billion stars, even though his consciousness and the World Seed were a perfect conductor of energy, his consciousness had begun to feel raw.

He had never channeled and processed such enormous amounts of energy for such an extended amount of time. He could feel fatigue beginning to build up, and he simply rotated this worn-out consciousness to a fresh one. Rowan had been able to bring three consciousnesses with him to this place, and it was already showing its advantages.

The build-up of stress was a minor setback however and he felt he could handle a thousand times more power, the war inside his dimension was enough motivation for him to go beyond his limits and push for more, he would rest when he was dead.