Rowan did not acknowledge the presence of Caine, his body which was nothing but bones and little strips of flesh continually looked towards the universe, but the six Primordial Ouroboros Serpents had turned their gaze towards Caine, watching him and although their eyes were still closed, nothing eluded their sight.
Caine walked with an insect-like fluidity, his misshapen joints holding a surprising amount of elasticity and strength, but the flesh was the plaything of beings like these and they could choose whatever form they desired at a glance.
He only stopped when he was beside Rowan, making sure that he was a hundred feet away from him, this was merely a form of basic courtesy, for creatures of their power, they could as well be standing side by side.
