Without the evolving power of his flesh, and the strength of his soul, Rowan knew he might have taken a very long time to regain his composure. But as it was, it took an entire month for his mind to regain back its calm.
Rowan had come across countless higher-order concepts, he had fought the Thrones of Primordials, even seen the true form of Death, and spoken with Reality, but all of his experiences was nothing compared to this one, and the closest that came to it was viewing the Nameless Horizon for a moment before he was squashed to death.
His eyes were cold as he took stock of his memories, and he nodded to himself when he obseeved that he would recover without any lingering side-effect.
Rowan could always afford to perform dangerous acts because he was assured that he would recover. Before opening the page of the Primordial Record and seeing its true form, he knew there was danger in that action, but he still took it.
