When Rowan's flesh and soul had been totally consumed by the strange presence inside the Primordial Record, his body began to break down. His body, which should be at the peak of existence, was now shattered, leaving a ruin of divine flesh and cosmic bones behind.
What remained of him resembled a gigantic tumor, warped by the thing that had burrowed into him from his eyes. However, one thing remained constant, and that was a massive stump that had once been a hand, holding down a vibrating black book.
From all indications, Rowan was dead, but his will was eternal. What remained of him stopped the Primordial Record from fully opening.
Years went by, and a dark liquid like tar began to bubble out between the pages of the Primordial Record before it reshaped itself into a series of tentacles, which began to slowly lift the cover of the Primordial Record.
