Rowan's body hung suspended on the Road of Eternity, translucent and fading like mist caught in a sudden freeze. The ascension had been a storm of chaotic tribulations, memories, emotions, sensations crashing through him in ninth-dimensional tides that no mind should bear.
He had pushed through, fusing with the Origin of Space, the Maw of Oblivion opening wide in his soul. He had succeeded and had become the Primordial of Space. For him, this was just the beginning; becoming a Primordial was to acquire the keys to open the treasure resting in his body.
It might seem like he was on the verge of success, but he was in greater danger than before, and every move he made from this point forward must be perfect, else he would lose.
