The burns inflicted on this shell of the Primordial Beast had not healed, and its single eyes peered at Rowan with a calm detachment. But this was a facade.
Unlike before, when his perception was held back by the limited perception of an Old One like Revah Endirius, he could now see the deeper side of things, and underneath the calm demeanor was a monster screaming in rage and hunger.
He did not know how this Primordial Beast had been able to escape the fate of death and oblivion granted to the rest of his siblings, but this state he was in was one where he was always on the precipice of madness.
Rowan had not been able to perceive the beast by sight, but he could smell his hunger. It was a hunger that was hidden from the sight of most, yet it was familiar to Rowan because he had lived with this hunger for more than a million years, and unlike this Primordial Beast here, he had six bodies to contend with.
