In comparison to the weapons Rowan could now create, the Sin Weapons did not seem to be that spectacular, their abilities while not easy to duplicate were not all that powerful in the grand scheme of things and he should be able to obtain better abilities using any of his spells, but there was something about these weapons that called to the brutal nature that he had within him.
Regaining his soul had brought Rowan back to the times when he was a mortal and he could feel his heart nearly beating out of his chest from fear, anger, resolve, and other myriad emotions, both negative and positive, and he knew that in those emotions there was power. A sort of power that he had disregarded for long but was slowly being resurrected inside of him. After spending what seemed like an eternity as a machine with a goal that could only be achieved at the pinnacle of his existence, now he was simply enjoying living every day as he saw fit.
