The violence that stirred, the estus that have been teared—the visceral cacophony of madness emerged into the new world under the darkness veil that hid the thousand moons, as evil was predefined in the form of a 'living divinity', bottled inside a man who wanted to swallow the whole world.
Rowan was such a man.
For he was not a mortal with an organ shaped like a heart.
"Still, the fucking audacity… To make me, the esteemed Ygg'sariah of Heaven, to upheave this much power from the 'Qlipha' to save a mere sacrificial ritual…" The individual who was formerly known as Rowan started to look upon the celestial sheet of night upon the thousand moons, gazing at them in longing lust for power, hatred, and anger. "You're playing an actual dangerous game, Yroa… An insignificant, absolute mortal such as you…
