The red mist secreted by the creatures feeding on the Primordial was familiar to him. He had first come across it from the Ascendant Shisu, and it was the Will of Pain, only here it had been enhanced to the eighth-dimensional level. Rowan had once thought this Will could not surpass the seventh-dimensional level, but it turned out that in the throne of Primordial Chaos, these creatures existed in abundance and they were all Old Ones.
Rowan sat back on his throne and observed Chaos, now surrounded by billions of these creatures. These creatures were consuming him alive and secreting so much Will of Pain into his body that Rowan's skin cringed from where he sat.
He was familiar with pain, far more than most could imagine, but what was happening here was disturbing, and there was no way Rowan would place himself in a situation where he had to endure so much pain.
