The Primordial Record

Chapter 693 The Great Enemy

Trrshikrhl Velhyez Ywnmryr…

Come to me, daughter of Lightning, frost, and the winds.

Circe's eyes snapped open; her consciousness was drawn from the darkness of unconsciousness so fast it was almost as if she was experiencing whiplash.

'Archie...oh Archie... I'm so sorry.'

She had fainted, and she did not know what happened when the explosion reached its crescendo, but a voice whispering words of madness entered her heart and she found herself digging her way through the ground.

Come to me….

She noted at the back of her head that Archimedes was no longer beside her and also her left leg was broken, not counting the numerous broken ribs and an eye sealed shut with blood.

Come to me…

With a pained groan she dug her way faster through the ground, the voice that sounded so familiar and alien at the same time drew her like an iron filling to a magnet.

With a cry of happiness she burst out of the ground, the scenery of devastation not holding her gaze for a single moment as she staggered towards the call.

Her powerful body as a Dominator soon healed all her injuries and she began walking faster and more steadily towards the noise.

She was dimly aware that she was walking through pools of molten magma, but she had unconsciously wrapped a thick layer of air and ice around her body protecting her from the heat.

Circe heard cries of sorrow, and it was enough stimulus to make her look to her left where a man knelt in a river of fire and earth and wept.

'Was that not Roger, the Earth god that was supposed to be protecting this caravan?'

Circe felt a sick sense of joy at the suffering of the man, perhaps if he had not gone too far to chase riches, then they might have been able to save the people of this caravan.

That joy did not last because she allowed herself to look at the true scale of the devastation and knew that even a god would have struggled to hold back this amount of damage.

"You…. Yes, you! Have you seen my children? I have thousands of children. It is impossible that they were all reduced to ash? I am talking to you!"

Roger saw Circe pushing through the devastation with purpose and the crazed mind of the man seized on the surety of her steps as an anchor, he waited for an answer but receiving none, shook himself and began to follow Circe.

'She knew something, perhaps the direction to survivors… yes, to survivors! His children must be among them'

Circe's eyes had healed and her perception snapped into place, and when she saw the world, an unconscious moan of pain and despair escaped from her lips.

For endless miles, there was nothing but ash and fire… the whirlwinds and then the explosions from the Aether Crystals had wiped clean the life of an entire continent. Except for Earth gods and above, she was certain no one else had survived.

'How could this happen? How can the world end so easily? I want to go home… Nana… Archimedes, where are you, I'm so cold…'

Come to me…

That voice snapped her consciousness back to it and she forgot her fears and sorrows and before long she reached a mound of Crystalized Aether.

This one was relatively undamaged, and either by accident or design it was structured in a manner that made it resemble a pyramid and floating at the top of a pyramid was something she could not describe, it resembled a gigantic snake and then a blade and then it took the form of a star, a wailing child, a purple rose, a bleeding warrior, and then this images suddenly multiplied, and what she saw was no longer a single wailing child but a billion, a billion roses, a billion bleeding warriors…

Then the vision became more vague and she began to see creatures that should not exist, people that would never live, and cities that have disappeared in the long streams of time….

So many images bombarded her mind and Circe screamed and looked away, in that short time she looked at the top of the Aether Pyramid, she had nearly gone blind, and the blood bleeding profusely from her eyes was not a good sign.

Come to me…

She pushed herself to the pyramid and began to climb. She winced as the bleeding around her body began to worsen. Every step she took was as if she was pushing through a wall of needles, and as she ascended the pyramid Circe left a blood trail behind her.

Roger the Earth god reached the base of the Pyramid, and he looked upward, he gasped and smiled, "My… So beau.."

No one knew what he saw because, in the next moment, he simply collapsed into dust.

Near the top of the pyramid, the figure of Circe appeared to be two sizes smaller. This was not a trick of the light, because as Circe reached the top, she was nothing but bones held together by loose muscles.

Her flesh and blood had been discarded climbing toward the manifestation, she was thankful that the pain stopped a while ago.

The only reason she was alive was the life force inside her Territory that was pumping everything to give her precious seconds, and also the words…

Come to me…

The skeleton came before the manifestation on top of the pyramid and a hand of bone was stretched towards it, and as it crept closer the world went silent.

There was a sigh and this continent that had now ash and dust suddenly exploded as seven massive figures began to arise.

Their heads were larger than multiple worlds and the Aura they released pierced into the universe.

The gods of Trion were here.

Their eyes pierced through reality and began to slowly turn towards Circe and the manifestation that was atop the pyramid, but at that moment she touched the manifestation, her existence ended and Rowan took her place.

"OUR GREAT ENEMY!" the voice of the gods killed countless mortals, "YOU HAVE COME TO DIE AS IT IS FORETOLD."

The Will of Rowan frowned, "No, this would not do. TIME REVERSAL"