PRESENT DAY.
Seed peered at Rowan through the storm, a flicker of astonishment brushed across his face before he scoffed,
"A life for a life?" Then he chuckled, "That is a funny statement, Romion, hahaha. The value of my daughter's life is priceless, in comparison to the pathetic mortal you hold her up against, I find that logic of yours to be incredibly offensive." Something dark crawled over his gaze, and he stepped forward, every hint of mirth vanishing from his tone as if a switch had been flicked off. "But your tone is even more offensive. Before me, are you worthy?!"
Rowan looked up, and his perception noticed that the burst of power from Primordial Life was returning to the earth. Then he looked back at Seed as he pointed a finger at him, "You tell me," and he unleashed a hundred thousand Spells of Sundering forged by Chronomancer Prime.
