Rowan felt the mortal heart of this body quicken, and he had to admit, battling with immortals was something he desired over challenging an infinite number of mortals, this mortal body had never slain an immortal, and Rowan began to feel his battle intent rising,
"What matter of treachery is this? How dare you speak to the Divine Ascendant with such terms. Kneel and beg for your quick execution!"
A loud voice that carried disdain and anger came from a mortal, the Ruler of Stone Reach, dressed in a regal robe of silver and a crown with large jewels, he stood ahead of hundreds of Explorers, all dressed similarly. The elites of Stone Reach are all here and they had thousands of Explorers in armor all holding powerful weapons standing behind them.
Rowan ignored them, his gaze on the Divine Ascendant alone, it would take more than mere words from mortals to shake him,
