Rowan licked his lips seemingly in a nervous manner, tremors passing through his spine, he was squeezing his hands so tightly that his fingernails had pierced through his flesh, eyes wide and breathing erratic, it was as if Rowan was having a mental breakdown, and that was not far from the truth, however, his thoughts would shock anyone who listens to them, and Seed was wrong about the thoughts in the head of his grandson, if he knew it was unknown what his next actions would have been, most likely it would be to kill Rowan there and then,
Seed chuckled, he had been afraid that his brave grandson might not have understood the enormity of what a Primordial was by his attitude toward an Old One like him, but it was a good thing that Rowan could be taught, and seeing a Primordial would surely destroy any arrogance he had in his heart,
