The Origin Land had been scarred to the point that it was almost unrecognizable. It was no longer infinite; instead, it resembled an abominable womb of a colossal creature that had been torn to shreds.
Rowan let out a deep breath, relaxing the tension that had filled his body. As he did, all the backlash from pushing himself past the limit began to surface.
The battle might have seemed under his control from the start, but Rowan had been on the edge of extinction from the beginning
Rowan shuddered, a feeling of near-death making his legs go jelly-like, but his physique was like a million-year-old oak tree, and he could never fall. Even if he were going to perish, it would be on his feet, a small gesture in the grand scheme of things, but Rowan had a peculiar pride.
