The pressure of charging against eight of these existence-destroying entities was incredibly strong, but Rowan found himself grinning. He was in great danger, but he never felt freer in his life.
For too long, he had been dancing on the strings of unknown masters; he was a puppet that was never told his purpose, and these masters had made sure to show him how meaningless he was in the grand scheme of things.
The people he loved, the places, the experiences… all could be robbed from him at any time, and now that he had the chance to stand before these thrones of malevolence and fight for his fate, Rowan could not help but smile.
A small part of him wished that there were no plans he had to follow and he could just bury himself in the thrill of combat as he crushed those whose arrogance and cruelty knew no bounds, but he knew he only had a short time, and he was determined to enjoy every single moment of it.
