Rowan, alongside the Archai, flew through the absolute void of Limbo, heading towards the Cradle of Enoch and the feeling of devastation that was rising out from it like smoke from an erupting volcano.
There is no air, no light, no up or down, only the ninth-dimensional emptiness that exists between what was and what will never be again. To accelerate his progress, Rowan created wings that were a replica of Eos's dimensional wings, and they spread out behind him, vast and silent, and with every beat, they carried him forward faster than any law that once governed speed.
During his journey through Limbo, he had discovered a frightening truth… Limbo is not a place, and it never was, not after the Primordials had been unleashed upon it.
