Rowan's words hung in the air, the language he spoke was the same as what this strange man just used, and this language was one of the strangest he had ever heard before.
If a storm could speak, this would be the language that they would use.
The man being roasted above the fire smiled, "In the flesh, or what's left of it? Our father's fury is… magnificent. Yet I'm surprised how you understood my words. The language I speak has been dead for many Eras, I should know, I created it. So many mysteries to you…So… so… many, but you are beginning to go astray little brother, and I can no longer watch."
Rowan quickly collected all the information he knew about Caine, he barely had the might of a single consciousness pillar in his body and he had to make do with what he had.
