Rowan did not know the plans of Primordial Soul, but did he really need to know them? What could she end up achieving if he claimed the entire field of play?
Rowan had not been entirely focused on Primordial Soul while inside this sea of emotions; he had been looking for ways to comprehend and resolve the madness that had been slowly transforming this space into a hostile realm.
He knew that the answers he needed were in those brief flashes of gold that all the pain was hiding. So, to get what he needed, Rowan centered his Will and drew upon the entire sea of emotions, pouring them into his soul without holding back.
If there was one thing he was able to do, it was carry the loads too heavy for others to bear. If he could not resolve the root of the problem, he would bear the symptoms until he was strong enough to cleanse the infection from its roots.
