It did not take long for Rowan to finish consuming every bit of Divus left on the throne, but that was just an appetizer, the real treasure was this Memory Dimension.
He did not mind the horrifying cold yellow eyes looking at him, with the perception of the Ouroboros Serpents they were just colored eyes, and all the threat they carried, all the potential of madness or death that should have occurred by just looking at those eyes were nothing before the serpent's gaze.
Rowan understood that perhaps even if it was the Eye of Time that was here, it would not be able to easily dismiss the influence of these yellow eyes.
Power was important, but sometimes having the right tools in the right places could bring about changes that no level of power could easily bridge.