The rumble from within the ball of grinding chains began to slowly abate, as well as the cries of Drakul, the emanations from the Memories of Drakul which were now barely a flicker. From all outward indicators the Old One was dying, but Rowan could sense his soul growing stronger. Drakul must have understood that its Memories were greatly hindered by the Sin Weapon and it was about to quickly push towards becoming a Soul so he could have access to his Will as well as spells,
Rowan whispered, "No, you do not. This battle would be short."
Selecting the right ability to use was barely a thought as he opened up a channel from Serathis to the outside world; even though he had not activated this bloodline completely, it did not matter, the sun did not need help to shine; only her presence was the bane of souls, as an Origin Bloodline of an Eclipsed Creator.
