After fighting so many battles over countless eons, Rowan had made battle into an art form, and he no longer had to deliberate on his actions; his body, magnificent and incredibly complex, already knew what to do, and every part of him worked together in harmony.
In the background was Eos, whose mind held everything in the palm of his hand; he directed the path Rowan was following, and Rowan reviewed it and saw that this plan was viable. He now had a weapon, and it was time to do the first test. All of these thoughts were instantaneous, and there was no delay from the moment he opened his eyes and began his battle.
Rowan heard the voice of Telmus, and it touched his heart, as he spoke what should be his dying words, "How many times have I given my life for you, but no matter… it is worth it."
'You have given me more than enough,' Rowan thought, 'You have every right to rest.'
