These words from Promordial Memory were like lightning in his mind, as the fear that struck Rowan heightened to the utmost limit, and the understanding of his one most significant flaw presented itself.
Rowan's eyes widened, and his soul began to move, but it was already too late. Massive golden spikes burst out of his body in their hundreds, shredding his internal organs to mush and breaking every bone in his body. Dozens of spikes burst out of his left eye, and only the grace and tenacity of his supreme body kept him on his feet.
Primordial Memory had appeared beside him without him knowing, and touched Rowan on the shoulder as he whispered,
"It is not the blade brandished openly that you need to fear; it is the small blade that slips in your back."
