The Spectral Titan struggled in Rowan's grip, but the name he had given her made her susceptible to his strength,
"My name is not…"
"Shush, Wormtongue, the name I gave you is an apt one, I should know, because I was the one sitting here for, oh, about eighty-five million years, give or take a few centuries, but who's counting? Right? The point is I have been weaving your essence for so long, and I know a Wormtongue when I see them."
Rowan's grip grew tighter and the Spectral Titan gasped in anger and frustration,
"How is such a thing… possible?!"
"As much as I would like to take credit for my genius," Rowan featured towards his dedicated body, his scrawny arms, and liver-spotted skin, "All these years, I have also been weaving my essence alongside your own."
The Spectral Titan appeared confused for a moment because what Rowan was saying did not make any sense to her. How could flesh and blood be merged with the essence of a dimension?
