Rowan did not know if he was dead or still clinging to life. He could not feel anything; his only senses were covered by this endless whiteness, and perhaps it was because of the stark nature of his senses at this time that made him reflect on these recent events.
He had tried to overestimate the abilities of the Primordials, but he had still fallen short, and now that he was on the verge of true death, Rowan was annoyed that his final moments were being crowded by this white light. If this place was death, then he rejected it.
"Break!"
A resounding crack that shattered the stillness followed Rowan's proclamation, and his single eye flew open. He discovered the broken body of the Archon in the distance, and on one knee was Primordial Memory with a terrible wound that radiated from his shoulder down to his waist, nearly cutting the Primordial in two.
