บท 810: I Forgot To Sheathe My Blade

Maeve observed the Forge created by her lord which resembled a shining dot suddenly wink out. Her awareness expanded over the area, and then her breath evened out when the space in front of her shuddered and the form of a young boy emerged as if molded from the darkness of the void.

The face of Rowan was pale, even his lips, it was as if he had been drained of his entire blood. The vibrancy and life force that usually accompanied him was gone, and what appeared before her resembled a walking corpse.

Did he fail his ascension or evolution as he called it? At such a time her training took over, and she needed to console him while researching alternative methods he might require for his healing and possibly recreating his Forge, the problem she had was that she had no idea of Rowan's present powers or how she could help.