With the boy gone, Rowan looked around him, and the conviction in his eyes grew. Without any hesitation, he sat back in his chair, a part of his mind unconsciously altering the chair to become a comfortable wooden throne filled with glyphs that denoted the name of his mother and his children.
It would take a while for this glyph to be completed, and a part of Rowan's mind was eager to use this task as a distraction. The throne fit his body like a glove, and holding out one hand in a beckoning gesture, the bones in the cave began flying towards him.
As if a hurricane had erupted inside the cave, the bones that filled its floor rose up with a roar and poured towards him in their thousands, and as they reached the space surrounding his throne, multiple cracks appeared around him that vaguely resembled an open mouth.
