One moment, Rowan stood facing Eosah, the consciousness of Reality pulsing with ancient, grave knowledge. The next, the very fabric of her being was violated in a way that should not be possible.
Eosah's body bent at the waist, as if every bone inside her torso had been shattered, the hand that shattered her head twisted like a snake and began to head towards Rowan as the voice that had previously sounded cold as it condemned Eosah transformed into a tone that was almost sickly sweet,
"Oh, Eos, do not let the small minds of the fallen twist you from your path. Everything will come in its own time; it is left for you to wait for the right moment. Come and rest in my darkness. Inside here, there are no troubles, just the bliss you deserve."
Rowan, who had been retreating even before the arm of darkness violently burst out of the chest of Eosah, had not gone far before the arm began to reach for him.
