The two rings of fog around Rowan were now fourteen meters in circumference and vibrating with unfathomable power, yet they did not remain in place for long before another ring of fog appeared above it. The space around seemed to explode as a subtle sound that had been quiet before began to increase in pitch.
The sounds were like singing, maybe crying or babbling from a crowd… it was impossible to understand the meaning of the sound, yet there was an incredibly strong urge for one to focus with an obsessive intensity on understanding the meaning of the sound.
A god would run mad trying to understand the sounds the Supreme Circle was making as it became complete.
The three rings increased their diameter to twenty-one meters and the power emerging from Rowan exploded, the entire domain creaked and Rowan was dimly aware that Old Man Seed must be doing something to control the level of destruction because he could feel space tightening around him.
