Rowan began returning his body to its previous state, it was slow and extremely painful, and it became immediately clear that removing Eruption from his body had taken a toll. His entire hair began to descend like a waterfall, and in a short moment, he became bald, leaving deep bleeding pits on his head that brought forth blood and pus.
Large bleeding wounds filled his body and for the first time since he became an Ouroboros Serpent, he began to bleed red blood like a mortal. His capacity to handle pain and adverse effects also fell to the gutter, and with a particularly loud crack a majority of his Force Field dissipated, and he nearly fell to his knees.
Rowan had been unconsciously supporting himself with Telekinesis all this while, and with the dissipation of a greater part of his Force Field, he was left with barely enough power to lift up a mountain range, this was far from his previous peak when he could effortlessly crush worlds to dust.
Even as he braced himself, his Force Field finally faded to nothingness and the last burst of Telekinesis surged out, only to vanish.
This ability was almost an innate part of him, something similar to his heartbeat or the blood flowing in his veins. Rowan was surprised how much it hurt him to lose it, like a man suddenly bereft of all his limbs, his body instinctively tried to reach for his Telekinesis, but it was no longer there.
For a brief moment, Rowan nearly broke. The magnitude of his actions and sacrifice nearly overwhelmed him, but he shook himself from that state, as quickly as it came.
"I knew this was coming. I cannot be shaken… I cannot be broken. Let the waves grow higher and higher, I shall remain standing!"
The Empyrean Metal that he was made from was dissipating, fading away into golden ash that ascended into the sky and created a golden arch like a rainbow.
Although his flesh was still ridiculously powerful, its nature was now different, no longer inviolable, no longer immortal, no longer sacrosanct.
Who else would be willing to give up such great powers?
Rowan did not delay his next actions, with the absence of Eruption and the Force Field on his body, his Attributes fell once more, his body shrinking from 300+ miles down to just 120 miles. The effect of the Goliath Might Spell was fading and Lost had to recast it once more.
"Triple the cast," Rowan commanded, his voice was hoarse, but the power it contained was unmatched.
Lost sputtered in indignation, "But, that would…"
Eva tapped his head, "Just do it, what doesn't immediately kill the creator is okay, he can endure the strain."
Lost wanted to protest but with a forlorn sigh he continued stacking the Goliath Might Spell.
Rowan smiled internally, he was sure Eva's words were just a way to appease the little child, but everyone here knew he was no longer the invincible Ouroboros Serpent, but they believed in him, and that was enough.
The light of the Goliath Might Spell that was previously floating around Rowan's skin suddenly fused to his flesh and began to dig its way through until they reached the bone. The light was no longer white but red, as his blood stained the Spell and it shone with a scarlet glow.
Rowan gasped in pain, an unconscious reaction from a body that was beginning to transform to that of a mortal, but the strength filling up his frame was real enough, even though it was beginning to kill him, and unlike when he was fully an Ouroboros Serpent, if he died, especially inside this space, he would not be able to come back, not even the Tower of Greed would work here.
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