This entire space transformed into a space of primordial nothingness as Reality struggled to come to terms with the impossibilities of their power, but two entities within this disorder whose presence resisted that chaos stood from within as countless dying dimension struck their skin and shattered into pieces.
Rowan was thrown into the distance, crossing distances that made no mathematical sense, and a grunt of pain emerged from his lips.
Two great holes were in his chest, and all of the bones of his torso had been crushed, and a malevolent force that was hard to describe was attempting to tear his mind and soul apart.
His existence would be instantly extinguished if he gave a single inch to this force. It did not matter if the injury from Bahamut was a tiny scratch or a gaping wound; his every action carried this force.
