Rowan did not know how long he stared at the skies, but when he came to, he noticed that his soul was changing. His skin was turning into gold, and his thoughts into amber.
"So, this is the danger of this place."
The Sanctum of Eternity offered a serene heaven where Rowan could slowly comprehend its mysteries outside the pressure of time. For him, it should have been perfect, but there was a hidden danger here.
If he spent too long in this place, he would become a part of it. His skin would slowly merge with the walls, his thoughts would ascend into the skies to become colors, and he would forget everything—pain, doubt, time…
Rowan smiled, "The Sanctum of Eternity promises peace, but it erases growth. Interesting, but this is not the end of my road."
With a burst of Will that shook his mind away from lethargy and cracked his golden skin, Rowan's spirit erupted with a roar,
"I Am!"
"I Create!"
"I Endure!"
