Rowan had no idea how Primordial Chaos would respond to his plans, but he knew that it would not be one that would favor him unless he appropriately played his cards. These old monsters would gladly take advantage of any weakness that they spotted.
The only reason he was going along with this plan was because he knew the Primordials were not a united faction; they were raiders, after all, and they were all here to gain the most benefit from Reality. In the end, who knew what would happen when the final chapter had been played out? Maybe it was then that an actual Primordial War would begin as they would tear themselves to pieces for the one ruler to rise.
Rowan could dream of such grand events happening, but he was not leaving his Fate and that of Reality to the hope that the Primordials would kill each other one day. He would rather be the hand on the executioner's blade.
