Primus had lost much of the edge he had once had. He still had the same lofty, imposing frame. But it lacked all the substance. It was hard to tell if he was even truly a man anymore.
He had the wide shoulders, but his aura was delicate. He had the fierce eyes, but his eyes were soft. He had the large hands, but his spear almost seemed to droop in his hands as though alluding to something else entirely.
After the death of a wife, the Primordial Yin should surely dissipate. This didn't have to happen immediately, especially if there was a substantial distance—whether in space or time—but given how long it had been since Ryu's great grandmother had fallen, it was only natural that it should have.
This meant that all this time, Primus was using some sort of special method to keep it alive.
