Rowan was being broken, but the damage was not enough, he was a mortal, yet his foundations were ridiculously vast. If he was a mortal then the attacks were like needles poking holes through his body. It was devastating for sure but it would take too long for him to bleed out.
The Third Prince shook his head with pity, "You think you can survive this?"
Rowan's deranged cry echoed from the devastation, "What are you waiting for my nemesis! Is this the best you have got?"
The Third Prince sneered, he did not reply but the power behind his attacks increased until once more it reached a limit and exploded. This time it took a while for the reverberation to settle as the Will Holders tried to marshall their energy and brace for what was coming next, although most of them would like to believe that Rowan was dead.
