The Primordial Record

Chapter 725 The Vault

The challenge Rowan faced when it came to Boreas could be roughly summarized in these three sections, which were the Shell of the Divine Kingdom, the internals of the Divine Kingdom itself, and finally the Divine Spark. In order to kill Boreas without alerting any of the other gods, he would need to counter all the advantages the god's Divine Kingdom gave to them.

The key to the first problem would be Circe. Rowan knew that it would be nearly impossible for him to find the location of Boreas's Divine Kingdom in a stealthy manner.

It could be anywhere, not even necessarily on Trion, in a head-on battle, he would have only needed to kill Boreas a single time for him to trace the essence of the god when he resurrected inside his Divine Kingdom and use Astrolabe to deliver him into his stronghold, but Rowan would be using the ascension of Circe to bypass that first hurdle, the Shell.

As he had feared, getting through to the Shell was not simple, because he had come across a very strange fact that had nearly killed Circe and destabilized his plans: the Divine Kingdom of Boreas did not have a shell!

This should be impossible, like seeing a mortal live without his skin. This was sheer madness but he was witnessing it with his eyes. He hated his father for a lot of things, but not for the breadth of his ambitions.

This fact alone meant that Rowan could not easily kill the gods of Trion if he wanted to, because destroying the physical shell of a god was useless, only destroying their Divine Spark would kill them.

So how would he kill this god when after destroying his shell, he was not able to locate his Divine Kingdom because, by all measures, it was non-existent?

Rowan's method of assassination had turned out to be the right choice. He would have failed to kill the gods of Trion if he had attacked head-on, instead, he would have revealed his hand and only butchered the mortals, also he could feel that whatever was going on, he was only seeing the tip of the iceberg.

When Circe began her ascension, her body did not reconstitute itself inside the divine Kingdom, that would have happened if there was a shell, instead, her body appeared inside nothingness.

That was the only word Rowan could describe this place at first before he took it measure and understood a bit about what this place was.

In an instant, Circe's body was vapourised down to the last atom, and her soul was to be next, but Rowan's control over the soul was a thousand times more potent than the flesh and he kept it safe, but not for long.

Circe's soul was a candle flame in the midst of a tornado, it was being torn apart, and although Rowan could maintain the flames of her soul, if it was spread out too wide her personality would shatter.

What was happening to her at this time was similar to if she had seen his true Will form. This gave Rowan a hint about what this place might be. This area touched upon energies of higher dimensions, and it was one he was familiar with.

This region was not safe for Circe because it was filled with the energy of Destruction. To Rowan this place was like a pool of relaxing water, his Destroyer luxuriated in this place and he could even feel himself growing stronger as his body attuned to this environment, but he stopped that process when he noticed that Circe's soul was being shattered more quickly while he was distracted.

There was also a hint of decay and malevolence to this energy that was different from the pure nature of his Destroyer, whatever this energy was from, it was tainted and he only needed to learn from it, not attune himself to it.

To become a Primordial his path must be flawless, any hint of corruption would cause more harm than good.

He pulled Circe's soul together and began to search through the area, there must be a reason why her ascension brought her to this place, Boreas Divine Kingdom was connected to all of this, and his father had found a method to place their Divine Kingdom inside a pool of destruction while hiding it.

This duration of this search was what others would call centuries but Rowan knew that in this pool of destruction, even time was consumed and everything happening was ongoing in an instant.

If a god with a miracle survives inside this place, they would slowly go mad even with the aid of their immortal soul as the concept of time passing by and remaining still would tear their soul to pieces.

When Rowan found Boreas Divine Kingdom that second surprise ensued. He would not call this a Kingdom but a jail.

There was a castle made from ice and bone-deep inside this pool of destruction, and it was not staying still, it was the reason it was difficult to locate it, only his familiarity with the energy of destruction gave Rowan the capacity to even find it.

Rowan called this castle a jail because he could feel that the energy of destruction was swirling around it in a manner that locked anything from escaping from it.

It was as if this energy of destruction was made to not only protect the castle but to keep whatever was inside it from escaping.

With burning curiosity, Rowan dragged the many pieces of Circe's soul and brought her before the castle…

Inscribed on its gates were words that were fading, in a language that was unfamiliar but Rowan could understand it.

"The vault of…."

The rest of the words were missing.

'Hmm… so not a jail, but a Safe.' Rowan mused.

He began to prepare Circe's Soul for what was to come. He could badge inside this vault, but that was foolish when he had the best chess piece here, Circe would not be able to survive the onslaught of the destructive energy without help.

Rowan set to work creating a framework that her mind could be able to conceptualize, he created a place of order inside this place of destruction using the energy of Boreas found in her bloodline.

He found that he could wield the power of the god when he was closer to this vault, and with it, he was able to inject the power that Circe would need and understand.

When he was done a bridge and a small piece of land appeared. This place of Order was what the shattered soul of Circe craved and without any intervention from him, her soul dragged itself onto it, and with the strength of her near-immortal soul, she recreated her body.