Rowan did not know the plans of Primordial Soul, but did he really need to know them? What could she end up achieving if he claimed the entire field of play?
Rowan had not been entirely focused on Primordial Soul while inside this sea of emotions; he had been looking for ways to comprehend and resolve the madness that had been slowly transforming this space into a hostile realm.
He knew that the answers he needed were in those brief flashes of gold that all the pain was hiding. So, to get what he needed, Rowan centered his Will and drew upon the entire sea of emotions, pouring them into his soul without holding back.
If there was one thing he was able to do, it was carry the loads too heavy for others to bear. If he could not resolve the root of the problem, he would bear the symptoms until he was strong enough to cleanse the infection from its roots.
Rowan’s body froze in shock due to the enormous amount of emotions pouring into him; he barely had the time to acknowledge the name of the level of the soul, The Shadow Depths.
Pure suffering and the madness of countless beings entered his consciousness, and his sane mind could tackle it with the degree of coolheadedness that Rowan began to display.
Trillions of voices cried out,
"No one came to save us from the hands of evil."
Rowan responded, "I will protect this realm and all realms."
Trillions of worlds wept,
"We are weary... we need succor"
"I shall answer all your prayers."
"We have been struck in fear all our lives."
"Follow me, for I have no fear."
Every word spoken by Rowan came with the weight of Supreme finality. The confidence born from slaying a Primordial gave Rowan an innate authority that transcended what any king, emperor, god, demon, or celestial could ever hope to attain.
Using his words alone, he quelled the emotions from an entire Reality that had been filled with nothing but madness, bringing silence to the sea.
Yet, this was not the solution to the problem, but it gave Rowan enough time to delve deeper, and that was what he did.
His senses swept through the Shadow Depths until he saw his destination, and his body cut through the sea until he was in front of them. It was a city, covered by thick rusty chains that seemed to have merged with the infrastructure of this city, like worms infesting a fruit.
Attached to these chains were pale, waterlogged bodies that screamed soundlessly into the ocean. Rowan could detect that they were the source of the malevolence after they had been deeply corrupted by the presence of the Primordial Soul.
As Rowan neared the city, trillions of glowing green eyes turned to him. These decaying bodies tried to pull themselves off the chain, but after being fused to it for countless years, they could not, and their soundless howl lengthened.
Rowan heard a distinct click as if a law had been changed, and suddenly the sounds that could not be heard blasted into his consciousness.
"Why fight the tide? Rest with us. We were never meant to be glorious."
"You lie.... You will forget.... You are unworthy."
"To struggle is agony. To surrender is Oblivion. Take this gift we give you and know it is mercy!"
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