The descending palm was thousands of miles in diameter and as it tore through the sea of destruction it was consumed before it could reach the vault below by the extra-dimensional destructive properties of this place, but Rowan was still surprised by how long it had been able to last through the destruction, as he had just glimpsed pure kinetic energy inside that palm and little else.
It was just force that had been magnificently controlled and coordinated, it was almost like a work of art, one that Rowan could appreciate, because he had always found the line between chaos and order to be quite fascinating.
There was nothing as chaotic as a battle, and when you introduce magic and external energies into the mix, everything would become much more complex, but the ability to weave through all that noise and find the "sweet spot" where everything fell into place was not something everyone was capable of.
