"Seed," Rowan smiled as he rocketed into the core of the star, he reappeared at the side of his grandfather who was on his feet, and he looked at the old immortal, a part of him wondering why he still thought of him as old when he knew that as immortals they did not age, for he suspected that Seed's aged appearance was due to preference not a reference of his great age, and he must be old, perhaps one of the oldest immortal he had come across.
"I have always been curious; how old are you, and what are your true power levels? When I first met you, you told me you are a seventh-dimensional immortal, but now I can see that this is obviously not true; what about Elura? She is not at the fifth-dimensional level, isn't she? Both of you are Old Ones." Rowan blatantly stated.
