Language has power, especially higher-dimensional language, which can transmit a lot of information with a few words. Rowan had encountered many higher-dimensional languages, from Medan spoken by higher gods and the Primordial Dimensions to the language of the Primordials themselves, which had various variants but was still equally as powerful.
There was one language that drew his interest, and he was always wary of it, which was the Enochian Language. It had the ability to contain Reality-breaking powers in every syllable, but Rowan had never tried to pursue mastery of this language, even though it would multiply his spell-casting capabilities.
Something about the language always felt wrong, even broken, and despite all the advantages it could give him, he never had any intention to develop it.
Until this tattooed man spoke.
