Rowan looked at Primordial Soul's physical form, her height equal to his own. The robes she wore shifted like shadow and smoke, and a purple and golden shimmer throbbed from the area around her chest in time with her heartbeat.
Her hair was like strands of living darkness, twisting like serpents, whispering words of madness, but to Rowan's ears, all he heard was her deepest secrets.
The face of Primordial Soul was Androgynous, and it was almost impossible to assign a certain age to her because she appeared neither old nor young.
What Rowan paid attention to were her eyes that resembled smoldering coals; they appeared similar to his own, but his eyes had a streak of scarlet inside them that pulsed with all the fury of a bloodthirsty Revenant.
