Rowan closed his eyes, an expression of intense pain crossed his features, and blood trickled down the side of his lips.
He had endured the pain of his dimensional flesh and soul being shattered to nothing, his entire life and memories were unraveled, and he had fought his way through the armies of heaven, yet he had not shown this amount of pain.
It was only for a brief moment, but the depths of Rowan's pain were unfathomable. There were significant advantages to having a soul that was so powerful, it granted him the ability to comprehend far beyond the limit of immortals, but it also made the feeling of loss, when it hit, become countless times more terrifying.
It was so terrifying that for that brief moment, it shook Rowan's resolve. A resolve that was powerful enough to stand against a Primordial and break him.
Rowan whispered to Eva in his heart, the last remnants of her presence that lingered,
'Promise to meet me on the other side.'
