Rise

The eye vanished leaving the Third Prince squeezing his blade with apprehension. For a brief instant, he had truly felt the breath of something worse than death on his neck. Yet his anger dispersed this fear to the side, he had scanned through Rowan when he saw him, and no matter how powerful a bloodline he had, the foolish child was still mortal.

Without an Immortal Soul, he could not carry the Weight of Will. The child had a nasty habit of causing surprises and breaking his plans, but he was still too weak to kill him, although he was surprised that Rowan had survived his blow for this long, he had struck to kill, and with his blade, it was only a matter of time before the brat was finished, but he had managed to cause quite an inconvenience for him before he passed.