619 I Am Not Rowan Kuranes

The lightning in the clouds rumbled overhead, this cloud had grown, and it was not natural. This cloud was filled with non-attributeless Primordial Aether, this was Rowan's hidden backup energy store, that he had been slowly generating by himself after he understood how the Aeorkron Core worked.

Rowan had been able to divert a portion of those Primordial Aether and keep them above in the form of lightning bolts, and his eyes followed the roving bolts of lightning, seemingly entranced by their movements.

Now that he was here at this moment, he did not feel fear or regrets, only a heightened sense of things…

The wind blowing at hurricane speeds that could hardly ruffle his hair…

The scent of the Forge, the closest he could relate was jasmine…

The sounds… The energy flowing through the expanse around him…

The lightning filled with pure power… He could feel it all.