It took everything from Vraegar to draw his eyes away from Rowans.
The vision… Everything he had seen nearly drove him mad, and for a brief moment, he thought death would be a better option than being in service to his father, but the stubborn trait of an Empyrean stayed with him, and that thought brought him shame.
If I am of the same blood as my father, then I have the potential to become something as dreadful and magnificent as that figure, Vraegar thought to himself. The fear of Rowan had infected deep into his every cell, but it no longer brought him closer to madness.
Instead, through that fear, a new emotion was born into his heart, and that emotion was adoration. If there was to be anything to be worshiped in this world, should it not be power? Who else was more worthy?
"Let me worship… Ender of all things."
