บท 633: Deadly Race

Rowan had pushed away the dragon, sending it towards the ground as his Will solidified around him like an eggshell made from silver lightning. If Vraegar had remained here he would be assimilated into the Core, destroyed in both body and soul.

Rowan's present appearance was strange and mind-bending, stripped of his material body, he now appeared like an abstract being. With this form, if Rowan was not killed his lifespan was virtually limitless, but it was a shame he could not exist inside the material universe as a result.

Without the flesh granted to him by his Ouroboros Bloodline, he had taken his time to experiment inside Vraegar's heart, and he had forged a new body.