Telmus's first step resounded across this space, and he looked down with a bit of surprise in his eyes before pushing forward. His form radiates a hard-won equilibrium. The internal conflict had not vanished, but had found a direction. But this was merely the prelude.
Instincts that he could not describe emerge from his core, becoming a Primordial was tearing apart a section of existence and claiming it for oneself… There was no road ahead, and the path needed to be forged without any guidance.
"No wonder he is that broken," Telmus muttered to himself when he understood that Rowan was most likely taking this step he was about to make when he had been nothing but a mortal.
A feat that only a few in all of existence would have the chance to partake in had become commonplace for him.
