Pushing himself into the wound, Rowan's body slowly descended into the third layer of the soul. A malevolent force pressed against his descent, but he had the weight of two entire layers of the soul behind his every action, and Rowan was able to muscle his way through the obstruction with relative ease.
As he did, he felt the dimension around him compress and transform, going through a million permutations and combinations in a short moment before settling into a strange hybrid of countless dimensional possibilities.
A wave of darkness stole his sight and all of his senses, and when they returned, he found himself in a long passage that seemed to extend for an infinity.
For a brief moment, Rowan thought he had been transported into the past as a mortal because the passage appeared to be made from the hands of men.
