Bring the shrieking head of Primordial Soul to the Altar of Unmaking. Rowan pinned it to the stone slab using the blade of destruction. Killing her using this blade would take too long and would be a great distraction to his purpose of entering Soul Origin; besides, he believed he had a better tool for killing Primordials.
His eyes were dull, almost like those of a zombie; he should be resting his consciousness, but the hate in Rowan's heart was melting him from the inside, and he knew if he did not find an outlet for it, he might go insane.
Rowan's eyes darted around. Inside the Unmaking Chamber was not just this altar; there was also a crown, a mantle, a scepter, a fountain, and an anvil. Unlike the past layers of the Soul, Rowan knew that to fully take control of this layer of the soul, he would have to master all of these objects, or at least possess them.
