"I don't understand, my light… it fades."
The Old One died confused, even in the end, Serathis' hold never left him, and he could not see nor comprehend the poison that was sapping him of his soul essence, draining him dry like he had done with countless dimensions in the past.
With his death, a cry rippled across all of reality, and Rowan knew that in many dimensions, they had just been notified that an Old One had perished. Before he had reached the fifth-dimensional level and his understanding of space had become extremely powerful, this profound ripple that happened would have been easily missed, and if he had not become an Eclipsed Creator, he would not have instinctively known that this cry of Drakul was heard by two other Old Ones, the last holders of his Memory.
