The smile from Eva lit up the world, and he was glad she accepted the name. If he was going to live in relative peace for a while, then the people close to him should be happy, and giving names was the least he could do.
Looking at their guest, Rowan drew the golden rat to him and holding it by the neck, began pumping it full of Aether, and unlike the freezing power of his Aether at the Mortal State, the difference between his current Aether and that one was like comparing a slight breeze to a hurricane.
The space around his hands began to crack as his Aether was breaking the fabrics of reality around it, not only because of its impressively low temperature but also because of the nature of his second bloodline.
The golden rat held on for a few seconds, the innate vitality of its golden body stalling the freezing effect for a short while before the ice traveled up its head and down its spine, turning it into a monster rat-shaped popsicle.