Rowan shrugged, "With all the clues that you have given me, isn't it obvious?" he pointed at the endless field of bones, "You know, one of the most potent signifiers of death has always been bones. I have read through a trillion pieces across countless worlds on their understanding of death, desolation, suffering, and all the forms it takes, and bones are an ever-present staple. I am in a place of desolation and death, and I have eaten the hunger of Primordials."
He sighed and once more tried to push his perception deep into this realm, hoping that he would be able to see an end to it, but his actions were futile. It was possible that he was only seeing a mere fraction of this place.
