Rowan was bathed in a sea of lamentation and madness for what felt like an eternity, and his mind was brought past the threshold of madness that shattered his soul into pieces.
It was only his flesh that kept him sane. His physique was unchanging and unbreakable; he was able to find solace within it, but Rowan did not want the allure of tranquility. This was not why he picked this Aspect; he wanted blood, he wanted madness, and he pushed himself away from the safety of his flesh.
Dragging his torn and battered soul into the songs of madness being created by a trillion bloody skulls, Rowan joined them and led their symphony, and the song of madness began to rise.
There was so much for him to rage against, so much pain and suffering that he had been forced to endure, so much madness he had to live through. Rowan could see the face of all his dead children, his children of the stars, his angels, forced to become weapons just to harm him….
