Rowan urged his consciousness to become calm. He was here, at the end of everything, after all the setbacks and the unknown challenges he had faced, he had the opportunity to break the chains held over him all his life.
Rage would not do the job, the Reflections of the Primordial of Evil had faced rage before and they had survived it. What he needed was a cold and calculating wipeout of his enemies. Every single one of them, even if he had to wipe out the rest of the universe to do so.
He set his mind to his task, time inside his Dimension flowed faster than outside, and he had the ability to make considerable changes inside him, but he did not have too much of it. Soon the eyes of the universe would fall upon him, and he would not be the one to blink.
