"You are becoming wiser, but you are too late, Rowan. Let me talk to your main body; he is wasting his time with us." Primordial Life smiled, showing teeth that appeared to be rotting, but this was a trick of the light from the black blood that emerged from his throat after he was punched in the liver by the mortal.
Rowan blinked slowly, "I guess cutting you off from Limbo and accessing your powers is corrupting your ability to tell the accepted passage of time. You have no idea what is going on, and speaking with me is the same as speaking with Eos."
"Accepted?" Primordial Light whispered, drawing the gaze of everyone here, "So, the time stream that encircles the entirety of this Reality has been separated from Limbo."
