"Impossible," the fading voice of the Dark One echoed, "How did you…"
"This world was never your own, you are just a guest who overstayed their welcome, now I am taking back your privileges," Rowan said as he stomped on the remnants of the collapsing skull, banishing this mental plague forever, the cries of anguish from the Dark One was far more enjoyable than he thought.
Rowan felt a surge of power building up around him that for a mortal was impossible to describe, but he knew it as the power of Memory, it exploded out of the place where the Dark One perished and surged throughout this Fracture, and the world began to heal.
Mountains regrew from the earth like grass and plains flowed like rivers, a spectacular world unfolded before his eyes and Rowan basked in its beauty in a manner that only a mortal could do.
