บท 637: The Realm of Primordials

Rowan did not know the reason for this, but this Will reminded him of his mother.

Yet he did not ruminate on this Will for long as he checked the next one, this Will was powerful, but it was not what he needed. There was a time when he would have picked this Will with no hesitation, disregarding the chance for any greater ones.

That person, that lovely boy had been killed a million times over, and he no longer craved Order, only power. Order and peace were meaningless when they could be simply crushed at the whims of the mighty. There may come a time for peace, but it was not now.

The next Will was a shock to his senses, and even glancing through it was as if he was stabbing both his eyes with burning knives… the pain made Rowan grin, this was power.