"What is your purpose?" Rowan spoke aloud, "What do Primordials dream of?"
Pushing his perception past the storm of imagination brewing inside the seed, Rowan proceeded deeper.
As he learned more about the ninth dimension and the power controlled by Primordials, Rowan's understanding of power was changing from what it usually was.
True power went deeper, not broader.
A single touch from a Primordial was incredibly complex, and that was why their Wills were so unshakable. Everyone else lived their existence on a lower-dimensional scale; only the Primordials could reach the limits of existence, and to understand them and their works, Rowan would have to do the same.
An average immortal would see space, maybe it could be broken, folded, or even destroyed, but how many of them could know there were deeper layers to space and could descend into those layers and find all the weird and profound mysteries therein?
