This trap was out in the open, but it was undeniably a test, and Rowan knew that he was currently failing it. Yet it was not a hopeless situation for him, because Rowan was also testing the power of Death, and the limits he could push himself before he needed to use his trump cards.
His body and soul now resembled a corpse that had refused to collapse into dust, held together by an impossible willpower. Rowan kept himself in the realm of the living with a percentage of his life, refusing to go any lower to avoid any unforeseen occurrence.
If he was ambushed, which was a situation that was not highly likely, then he wanted to be able to respond quickly. Even with the permission of Death to leave the realm, Rowan could not relax his vigilance.
'Okay, I have seen the limits of my strength; it is time to leave.'
Rowan's eyes had already collapsed into pits of darkness as the decay from all the death energy had vaporized them, and from these empty sockets, twin flames bloomed.
