Rowan wanted to punch this Primordial in the face, like a child slowly bringing an insect closer to an open flame; Primordial Chaos was clearly enjoying slowly teasing out his so-called truths for as long as he could get away with it.
This was someone who clearly enjoyed the sound of their voice, and for all the talk of omnipotence, he had become a being who had long become used to excesses.
In his heart, Rowan made a solemn vow that one day, he would allow Primordial Chaos to know the true meaning of fear.
It was easy to stand above it all and play with the fate of everyone below them when nothing could touch the Primordials. If he ever needed any inspiration for why he should never stop on this journey, it was the sound of Primordial Chaos's voice as he enjoyed the Chaos they had sowed in Reality.
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