"Drip… Drip…. Drip….."
The persistent sound of what seemed like dripping water drew Rowan from the embrace of unconsciousness back into a world of pain, and his body seized as every nerve endings in his body seemed to have been soaked in acid.
A series of intelligible moans escaped from his broken jaw, and he did not care that he was no longer bound by the runes from Seed as his body was no longer under his control. His sense of self was distant, only pain remained, anguish, loathing, despair, hate, fear, such great fear as the horrifying demise of countless souls flooded his mortal mind.
