At first, Andar believed that what he had just witnessed was the last succor of a dying mind hoping for salvation; he had every reason to assume that this should be the case because this was a Primordial Beast, a ninth-dimensional entity, and his father had just torn him into two!
When he had shattered his soul and burned all his potential, he had been able to glimpse a fragment of this being true nature. This was why he knew that what they were up against was a Primordial Beast, and he saw that nothing in existence could stop him. It almost seemed foolish to consider fighting.
But then Rowan's warm hands touched his shoulders and the chill of this place that had unknowingly slipped into every cell in his body dispersed. Andar felt like a man who had gone without rest for too long, finally falling into a comfortable bed with all the aches and pains slowly vanishing from his body.
Rowan's voice was like a balm to his broken soul as he spoke softly,
