55 Memories of The Fallen (final)


    If not for the overwhelming sinister nature of this world, this ce would be a great ce to rx,


    there were no howling Abominations and wailing mothers, no weeping children and sounds of


    weapons tearing through flesh…


    Only the bloody waves breaking over the shore, and his soul points increasing at every turn.


    He felt a wave of tiredness over his soul. It has been a tough couple of days, hasn''t it?


    At this time, he had spent only ten minutes in this world, and he had gathered a thousand points of


    souls, seeing that his path to Legendary and even beyond opening up for him, his mind went still, and


    his three hearts became calm.


    He allowed himself to fall into a state of near slumber, and he awoke every ten minutes to check his


    soul point growth.


    When he gathered 3000 points, he finally breathes easier, and went into a state of semi slumber once


    more, when he gathered 7000 soul points, his excitement was even not that much, it seemed like it


    was a normal state of affair.


    When he gathered 10,000 soul points, he was nearly asleep, until he had an intense pain inside his


    hearts. His consciousness seized, and like an electric jolt through his system he pushed his sight


    inward, and he came to a painful realization that he was dying.


    Rowan had made a fundamental mistake. When he saw his lifespan, he had judged he may still have a


    little time left, Surely he must have had a few weeks or months left to gather powers and take care of


    his affairs, but he was very wrong, he had been at the final moments of his life.


    When a mortal was at the edge of death, they could burn their vitality and push through the


    obstacles in their way. Seemingly achieving great feats of strength and living far past their due time…


    If only for a moment.


    Rowan was wrong… The Primordial Keepers did not make a mistake when they attempted to kill him


    and failed… No, they seeded, for he was already dead, and he had no lifespan left.


    His Record did not show him an exact number of days or weeks left because there was none, at that


    moment when Maeve had found him with a knife sticking through his eyes and into his brain, he had


    exhausted all his lifespan.


    What kept him on hisst breath for so long was two things, his stubborn spirit and his inexhaustible


    vitality, his soul had only the barest wisp left, yet as he evolved the Ouroboros bloodline his vitality


    increased to a ridiculous amount, and that was what fanned the mes of thatst dying wisp.


    He had so many problems on his mind, he had been torn in different directions, trying to understand,


    to fight his way out of this hell he woke up into, he had never rxed for a single moment.


    But everything had an end, his growing soul point finally made him rx his spirit, and thatst


    tenuous grasp on his soul slipped from his aching grasp.


    Like all selfless individuals, the soul of the prince had influenced Rowan far more than he knew, for


    instead of pursuing his survival at any cost, he ced the needs of the many over his own.


    The pain in his hearts increased as the snakes were going crazy inside him, they were a part of him,


    that in his mortal state he could not yet grasp.


    His hands seized his chest, and with hisst, will he attempted to push his soul point into Ouroboros,


    but he was so exhausted… He screamed and fought for his mind to move, as heavy darkness began


    to encroach over his sight…


    Move, damn*it… MOVE!!! I have everything I need to live, and I can''t fail at the edge of winning, please…


    Not like this.


    Not… Like… This…


    His hands copsed by his side, and his breath ended, his soul slipped away from his body, and it


    began to ascend.


    Overhead, the skies of this world that had never seen the light of the sun changed.


    For the Soul of an Empyrean was dying. The surrounding bones began to tremble and overhead the


    skies parted and a Great Eye, that seemed to contain all the darkness of the void, opened.


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    Rowan''s soul was already halfway through the opening in the sky, where that Great ck Eye


    watches, when the Jaw seized his soul and dragged it down.


    The Great Eye above trembled and slowly began to dissipate, the reason it could stay in the material


    ne for so long, was due to the nature of this ce. The prize had not escaped its grasp, for it was a


    dying me, that could only shelter itself from the storm for a little while before it expired.


    The Great Eye reduced itself to a pin prick, and became a spot darker than night, and it waited for the


    shelter to crack open.


    Although it was patient as the endless void, it still fashioned a Soul Storm around the body of Rowan.


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    Rowan found himself in darkness, his thoughts were slow, as if his mind was filled with syrup, he felt


    so cold, if he had a body, he would have been shivering.


    There was one spot of light ahead of him, it was golden and felt like the sun, and he wanted to enter


    that light, but he was so tired… But he mentally pushed himself to move…


    Rowan''s form was pitiful, if a soul was a burning me, he was less than the smoke that escapes the


    fire… Yet the will inside that smoke was powerful.


    A lifetime of pain and loss had crafted that life force from coal into a diamond, and if all that was left


    of him was just a wisp of himself, he would never stop.


    Yet, his resolve was powerful, but he was wasted, and his grasp were losing their hold on his


    awareness. Even inside his Jaws of Dagon, he could onlyst for a while, he was too weak and slow


    to enter that golden light.


    His body was before him, but at the speed he was moving towards it, he would inevitably fail.


    But that did not make him to stop his advancement, the wisp of his soul made that golden light It''s


    everything… His focus was total, and if he were to slip into death, his eyes would remain permanently


    fixed ahead of him, nothing would hold him back… Not death, least of all despair.


    If I am to die. It would be on my feet, striving for life. Let it not be said I failed my promise, while on my


    knees.


    He remembered crawling through the darkness in the mines, bones broken and his mind on the verge


    of shattering. He remembered it like it was yesterday, at that time his soul was far weaker than it was


    now.


    Yet he did not break.


    He remembered the madness of the Spatial corridor, where he held himself on the verge of madness


    for what seem like an eternity. His stubbornness to never give in to despair has always been his one


    character trait he had never let go off.


    After all, no one else, would ever walk in his shoes, he was the master of his fate. He alone


    understood what he went through, for empathy only goes so far.


    His soul was getting weaker, the enhancement of his Jaws of Dagon was weakening, for even as it


    held it soul over his body, a horrifying suction force was trying to pull that wisp away.


    At thest of his strength, he felt a growing warmth flowing inside his soul, it began as a trickle, and it


    slowly grew to be a flood that covered the wisp of his soul.


    It was like music that would make you cry.


    It was like being wrapped in a hot nket after braving a storm, it was a lover''sughter, it was a


    mother''s warm embrace, a father''s smile that shows his pride in you, it was everything a mortal could


    experience, both good and bad. It was everything a person was and could be, and it was given freely


    to him.


    It was the soul of his people he had kept inside the Jaws of Dagon, they came around him, and they


    poured their strength into his dying wisp.


    Rowan''s soul was like a gray smoke, while their souls were like a shiningmp, and as they gave him


    their everything, they began to vanish. For even in his weakened state, his soul quality surpassed


    them all.


    Rowan tried to stop them… Tried to say that it was not worth it… He was the Empyrean, he was the


    one who was supposed to save them.


    But a harsh p resounded inside his soul, and he paused… Stunned.


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