The Primordial Record

Chapter 741 Golgoth

For a moment Rowan was almost lost in the primal nature of his brother. He was a being of pure elemental chaos. Uncontrollable and unbounded, a million years would go by before he blinked his eyes, and although he existed without any drive to seek a purpose or even learn to speak.

Hekaton had been happy.

Elura had made a mistake, her children were already perfect, and it was her desire for change that brought a monster into their midst.

Rowan watched a small part of his brother's life. He rarely took a physical body and had only taken such a shape three times as he hated the constraint of the flesh, and the last time he took it was on the day of his death.

This was the moment he was looking for. This memory was short but strangely clear as if Boreas had looked for this particular set of memories inside the Hive mind and had replayed it over and over again.

For the first time, Rowan watched it happen.

His consciousness oversaw the events like a third party and he saw a scene of great devastation. The entire planet of Trion had almost been torn to pieces, three mighty bodies were sprawled out on the broken surfaces, they had been killed, and Hekaton was going to be the fourth to die.

Rowan paused this scene and mentally rebuilt the devastated world of Trion and even though it was a Major World, when he brought it together, he discovered that it was far smaller than the current state of the planet. He filed this information for later, it could be an important clue.

Rowan saw that Hekaton took the shape of a blue humanoid with three eyes but from the waist down he was nothing but a mass of ice, lightning, and swirling winds, he was holding two lances made from lightning and was already gravely injured.

He had been sliced nearly in half, he was a being that had six limbs, but a sizable chunk of his torso was splayed on the ground, his bright blue blood was spilling from his wounds in such prodigious volumes, it was enough to fill an entire ocean.

The wounds seemed to freeze his body in its present state, as Hekaton struggled to become the storm, but his flesh was a burden that refused to leave him.

Rowan recognized the presence of Will of at least the fourth dimension, Time. This blow made it impossible for Hekaton to heal himself because it had fixed the timing of this wound as absolute, and without an opposing Will, no matter how powerful Hekaton was, he could not fight against it.

Hekaton was not dwelling on his injuries, his eyesight was focused on a full-body armored figure sitting on a stark metal throne. The armor worn by the figure appeared to be rusted and he sat with his head resting on one of his arms.

The figure had a tattered black cape draped by the side of the throne and a great sword rested by the side of the throne. The wind that blew past this man appeared to be infected by an air of desolation.

There was something about this man… it was as if he carried all the burden of creation on his shoulders and he appeared, so tired, but he refused to stop moving with a sheer stubbornness that had long exceeded madness.

From his memories, he knew that this figure arrived when Elura was lured away from the planet by a shadowy presence.

When this man arrived, he had dragged the seven children of Elura before him with a gesture and he gave them the chance to attack him with their greatest power, and only after they did would he retaliate.

He told them that if they could make him take a single step back, he would leave them to their fate, and honor the bargain with Elura, but if they failed, their life was forfeit.

There was almost something honorable about this man.

After collectively striking him for the first time, the single blow from the figure killed three of their numbers, leaving Hekaton and the last three at the edge of death.

He struggled to lift his weapon, but the figure on the throne sighed as if in great tiredness, with a wave of his hand Hekaton's life was snuffed out, and his siblings shortly followed.

The knowledge of who that armored figure was, easily came to him then, Golgoth the God King.

Rowan did not doubt that if he pulled off the helm of that man he would see one of the faces he saw inside the blood of the Third Prince.

Was Golgoth another Aspect of his father or was he something that was created after? Why was his father called a trickster by the gods? Rowan hoped for all those answers as he began ascending the memory chain.

What came next was a series of incomprehensible images and sensations that went on for too long. Rowan took the time to analyze these inputs and found out that it was similar to birthing pains.

This period of chaos must have taken millennia, but it would seem that his father was carving the bodies of his siblings into the form he wanted, and although they were dead, their insane vitality made it possible for them to feel this violation of their flesh.

There were more details but most of them were to be found deep in the hive mind. Rowan was patient and did not push deeper into the hive mind, which would do nothing but alert his father, if he could not learn everything from Boreas, then he would take it from the minds of the other gods.

Even though the information here was sparse, there was still a lot. Most of them were meaningless to Rowan, details on rituals, politics, crafting, and many other endeavors that Boreas focused on, all of these were treasures to any god, but Rowan had long surpassed this level of crafting and held more sophisticated techniques.

Another interesting memory came up and Rowan embraced it. It showed a scene not so long ago where the gods of Trion had assembled.

It occurred in a place called Elysium, which was most likely a pocket world or dimension similar to this area filled with Destruction because Rowan could detect another form of Higher Order Energy here appearing in the form of golden mist.

This place overlooked the entire Empire-controlled Territory and it enabled the gods to monitor their holdings in real time.

Rowan discovered the mystery of how the gods knew he had arrived before he reversed time. Although he had traveled fast with speeds many times the speed of light, he still took at least four seconds to cross the entire span of the Empire before he reached Trion.

It would be enough for any watcher here to have detected his presence, but when he entered Trion not using space but time, he had nullified the advantage of the gods when it came to their surveillance capabilities.

What drew his attention however was the figure of Golgoth sitting on a throne made of wood. He barely acknowledges the rest of the gods, simply memorizing their Aura and shape as he focuses on the God King.

Was this really another Aspect of his father?