His bloodline consumed Souls, and if a soul of a god deemed it fit to enter into the one place in the universe that no soul should enter, then he could only curse its bad luck or foolishness.
For a god to reach such a place was difficult if not impossible, after all, they were among the few in the universe who could potentially live until the end of a universe. For such beings to face the bloodline of the Primordial Keepers, even those of Rowan that had been further mutated into something abominable. It was exceedingly rare.
Erohim soul was facing such a fate.
Rowan's gigantic body growled, and he stomped his feet, and the plain before him shattered. The cracks from that impossible blow spreading until it circled the entire Domain, and large chunks of ice and burning pillars of flame fell down from above.
