With nothing left to give it cover, the remains of the Creature scattered like mist in Rowan's liminal vision. It tried to gather in on itself, then lost its form again, a black cloud that was too weak to hold a shape.
Rowan's head finally began to spin with the potency of everything he'd just absorbed, but he forced himself to stay above it all. He wouldn't fall into the depths. Not until this was done. When it was over, he would let go, and he would gladly let Wren catch him.
The poison from Wren's fears swirled beneath his skin, icy currents of wind stinging him from the inside and trying to knock him off course. But a different kind of energy sparked inside him and lifted him higher.
