Note: The first part of this volume, which is the mini-arc for the promised hundred-year Agreement battle, takes place simultaneously in the past and the present.
The past would always be related to Noctis, and the present with Staff.
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No matter what happened, he had to keep a sliver of his life intact because the trap Death laid for him was ingenious. Death could not kill Rowan; only Rowan could kill himself.
Rowan cursed in annoyance as he felt the sensation of death multiply. The only thing that distracted him was the Black Gate, which was slowly beginning to shift as more of his body was corrupted by the energy of death.
Placing both hands on the gate, another massive eruption occurred, creating a green mushroom cloud so massive that universes would be like fireflies before its immensity.
Surely this should have been enough, but the Bleak Gate still held firm, only barely opening a sliver and refusing to budge.
Rowan was no longer weak and broken as he was in the battle with the Archon, and so, except for being flung back from the gate and suffering burns that sought to leech the life from his flesh, he was basically unharmed.
Gritting his teeth in irritation, Rowan continued shrinking his life energy, all the way down to a single percent.
Slowly but steadily, his hand pushed through the resistance, and he touched the gate. Everything flashed green as a massive explosion rivaling what he used to kill Primordial Memory erupted from the gate.
Rowan had agreed to this, knowing that there was a trap in this arrangement but trusting himself to be able to solve it. free\we\bnov(e)(l).com
Feeling a bit reckless, Rowan decided to test his strength against the gate one more time. The laws that pushed him back were inviolable, but he had sensed something more profound about the power of death when he briefly touched the Bleak Gate, and he wanted to explore that sensation.
Perhaps it was because he was in the realm of Death, and so the power of the green flames was especially tyrannical. It did not take long for his massive body to begin to blacken and rot, as his golden soul shrieked in pain before large spots of decay began to cover it.
Still, Death had one more trick to play. To cross from the realm of Death to life, Rowan would have to pass through the Bleak Gate, and if he was unable to pass through it, then he had the capability to negotiate with the Beast of Final Rest.
Fighting against the power of death was madness, but it was for those who had fear and had limits. Rowan fought through the resistance from the gate, and before he touched it, he braced himself.
What Rowan had in abundance was strength, and if that was not enough, he could call upon more energy than his body could ever use at a single time and push through.
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