Rowan felt the flame of his soul begin to vibrate rapidly and it began to lose mass because he could no longer hold himself together in pain like he had experienced only once before when his soul was previously under threat of dissipation from the Primordial Keepers, but this time it was a million times more pronounced.
However, this was all distant as the screaming from Time ravaged him to the core.
The voice that was both familiar and utterly alien pierced through Rowan's Soul and before he could comprehend what was happening, the entire stream of time arose from the higher dimensions, and they gushed towards his flame.
Rowan tried to pull back, to leave this space where the dimensions held away, but he was too late. Time curled around him like a snake, and then without any fanfare, it plunged into his flame.