The Primordial Record

Chapter 708 Elura Will

Whatever leash his father had over the gods of Trion was now gone, and any Dominator that perished in any manner would now be feeding their growth.

Rowan’s gaze traveled to the two continents ravaged by war. There were seven continents on Trion, and two of them were permanently embroiled in war. It was no wonder the gods of Trion would never want this war to end, without a war their growth would crawl to a halt.

The Archmages and the Demons must surely be reaping various benefits from this war but he doubted any of them would imagine how much the gods of Trion were benefiting from this war.

This process was incredibly secretive and it should be noted that even with the Perception that was born out of his Will and Primordial Senses, the only way he had been able to observe the process by which the gods were absorbing the Territories of Dominators was because he was inside the body of Circe, a Child of Trion.

Rowan did not truly care how much the gods of Trion may grow with this process, for they would never be his equal, but as long as he was now here, he would be depriving them of this benefit.

Rowan checked again as he made sure that the heart he was in the process of creating was still compatible with the Dominator Pathway, performing the final checks, he began gathering all the energy that Circe had gathered until the Third Great Circle and began to transform them from energy into flesh and blood.

Not just any sort of flesh, but that of her Primogenitor, Boreas.

Unlike the other gods of Trion, Rowan had been able to come in contact with the Anima of this god a few decades ago on Jarkarr.

With Rowan’s control over Will, his memories became nearly indistinguishable from reality, and the past and the present had become fluid concepts for him, the past was a direction he could walk towards if he wanted to, but of course, there was always a price for such actions.

He had to hold himself firmly to this current reality so that he would not be swept back in time. Perhaps there was a good reason why Will was not permitted inside the Universe. He inferred that there was a limit to him hoping through time and no matter how surreptitious his activities were to be, it would attract the attention of the universe, and his plans would be shattered.

Rowan therefore set himself to just fully observe his past, and not allow himself to be drawn into it.

So a massive invisible silver eye watched that moment when Boreas arrived on Jarkarr and stretched forth his massive hand that was covered with lightning. Rowan was able to clandestinely harvest a sample of his flesh, and he decided to go even further and scan the entirety of the god and he discovered something else.

It was just the barest fragments that would have been lost if he had wasted a single moment.

Boreas had said a single word in Old Medan, “Return.”

At that time, the battle on Jarkarr had turned the planet to one of devastation with the death of Erohim creating a rain of blood all over the world, the moons above had been shattered to pieces, and most of the mortals within were dead.

With that word from Boreas, the entire devastation had halted and like a movie played in reverse, all the damages were no more. Life returned to Jarkarr and something stunning happened above the planet, where the three shattered moons became whole, and not just that, they melded together to create a single massive moon.

Rowan had previously thought that this incredible power of change that almost resembled time reversal belonged to Boreas, but now he saw something else.

The power of his Mother, no, her Will. This was the power that was responsible for this change.

This was the power of the Elura Shards. This was another weapon of his father. How the fuck was he able to defeat his mother if she already was an Empyrean who controlled the power of Will? How was he able to shatter this Will and use it as a resource?

He would deliberate on this matter later. First, he had to complete the heart of Circe. Using the flesh of Boreas as a template, he began to improve on it, while making sure it did not exceed the bounds of a Dominator so that Circe would be able to control it and fully integrate with it.

When he was done, he was left with a heart that gods would wage war in order to claim. Satisfied with his work, Rowan began to destroy it until there was only a little piece of it left.

This piece could barely be called a heart, it was just a small piece of flesh the size of a thumb.

He woke up Circe who appeared confused that she had fallen asleep, and then she paused, instinctively knowing that something was wrong, she began looking around, panicked, until she discovered why she was unsettled. .

She had no heartbeat.

Yet she could feel the blood pumping through her veins and her cheeks were flushed as if she was running as an intense feeling of invigoration settled over her body, a quick scan using her Spirit revealed the empty space where her heart used to reside, and she calmed down when she understood that the change had begun.

She was about to be reborn.

Rowan nodded in satisfaction, she had quickly adapted to her situation without too much hassle, showing a great depth of spirit and courage.

He manifested the tiny piece of bleeding flesh before her, and Circe’s eyes widened when she detected the connection she had with it.

“What is this?” she asked in sheer fascination.

“This is your new heart. A small piece of it. Although the heart I created for you is suited for you alone, the potential it holds is so massive that even in its lowest form your body would not be able to contain it. It is for this reason that I kept only a small piece of it behind.”

Circe looked unconvincingly at the flesh that was no larger than her thumb, the blood that dripped from it did not fall to the ground instead it transformed into pale blue energy.

“How can this small piece of flesh become my heart.”

“Just swallow the damn thing, you have just said its purpose, it is to become your heart. I am allowing it to grow inside you to let it align with your body more closely than if I placed the fully grown organ inside of you.”

“Oh right, do I need to swallow it?”

“If you want I can cut open your chest, and place it inside the gaping hole, of course, I won’t be dulling the pain.”

“Then I shall swallow.”

“Good girl.”

“Fuck you Rowan.”

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