"YES," Chaos hissed, seeing the minuscule reaction from Rowan but sensing the entire realm of Oblivion shaking under his fury. "I REMEMBER THE SCENT OF THAT SOUND. IT IS A RARE THING FOR US TO INDULGE IN DESTRUCTION, BUT EOSAH…SHE WAS BORN OUTSIDE THE PROTECTION OF THE COLLECTIVE. DO YOU BLAME US IF WE DECIDED TO INDULGE? AH! IT WAS FROM THAT MOMENT I BEGAN TO LOVE PAIN, BUT I COULD NEVER FIND THE LIKES AGAIN, UNTIL I MET YOU. OH, I HAD SO MUCH FUN TORTURING YOU AND ANYTHING YOU CREATE TO BE YOUR KIN."
He was trying to pour poison into a well that had long since frozen solid. Rowan allowed the memories to surface. The words from a Primordial carried an enormous amount of information, enough for him to see how Eosah had been slowly torn apart and tortured to death.
