CRADLE OF ENOCH (45 Million Cosmic Eras in the past)
Rowan hurled his broken body into the cave, knowing that the only reason he had not collapsed was that Enoch had stopped consuming his blood, and now the entire field of bones stretching for infinity was covered by a sea of red, painting a picture that was enough to bring a god to madness.
He had waited for two hundred thousand years without speaking for Enoch to complete his shocking tale, but he remained in silence; apparently, the shock of revisiting that memory held this being in its clutch.
Rowan had already mastered the seventeenth layer of his nameless techniques, and despite the words from Enoch, he was not going to wait or stop his actions, because he knew that the greatest cards he had to play in this situation was his unique capabilities of consuming these bones, which apparently were the remnants of all existence that had perished, either naturally or through the actions of the Primordials or other higher powers.
