Rowan was frozen in place as everything seemed to slow down. Time seemed to have become non-existent, as what flowed through his mind was not grief or pain; it was something darker… wrath, in its purest form.
The laughter of Primordial Soul came at him slowly, as if the sound were traveling through molasses. Rowan took a step forward, unleashing all the power of his Wills.
His eyes were fixed on Primordial Soul as he began walking towards her. He needed her to see how she was going to die.
For the first time in his life, he honestly stopped holding back. Even when fighting Primordial Soul inside the Origin Land, a part of his consciousness had been in the background, watching and planning, this was how he had learned to fight, always keeping a cool head, even in the midst of crises, but Rowan threw all of that away before a rage that could not be measured with any words in any tongue.
