Blood Of The Universe

The God of Storms has been dead for a week, long enough for Rowan to consider that his gambit may have succeeded, he never expected any of his plans to ever go according to his desires and he waited for any repercussions that might happen.

He had done his best to ensure he covered all the basis, but Fate was a tricky mistress, it would not surprise him if a slight change he made would bring about unexpected consequences.

Rowan had made no dramatic changes in the past few days, he had just sat on the throne of Boreas with his eyes closed, simply waiting. He had learned that sometimes the best method to conserve his energy and focus was to stay still, but if anyone else thought that he was harmless, then their miserable deaths were nothing but their fault.