The Primordial Record novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111 Nascent Titan (final)

Absomet hummed merrily as she tore through the skies,

"What does a girl have to do, to get into your life…la la la la

I have tried everything, yet you won't make me your wife… la la la la

Runnin' out of patience, so I'm coming for your life. la la la la

Come on, baby, let's play at the edge of my knife… la la la la

They say we're crazy, but we just love the strife… la la la la…."

Absomet was moving at a frightening speed, and had covered half the continent. Due to her bulk, she had to fly outside the atmosphere in space, else with her speed and mass, her passage across the land would tear the continent to pieces and kill off every mortal and Dominator in the First Circle. Absomet was the size of a large city.

Her voice was blasting throughout space, casually breaking the laws of the void, for her voice could be clearly heard everywhere in space, and it moved faster than the speed of light. She was the only being in Trion that would ever do something this flamboyant.

Because at the height she flew across, you could see the entire planet, and it was a massive planet beyond comparison. If Rowan were here, he would find that the planet was similar to the size of the Sun in his previous life—Trion was a Major World, and in the entire universe there were only seventy-seven Major worlds.

Beneath a Major World was a Minor world, and there were trillions of those in the Universe, and above a Major World was a Realm World or Supreme World. There were only four known Realm/Supreme worlds.

Absomet flew in the void of space, and above her were purple clouds filled with massive lightning bolts, the rumblings from the cloud filled the entire void and served as a barrier.

The cloud shrouded the entirety of Trion like an umbrella, and it could only be seen when you exit above the Exosphere of the planet.

Dwelling above that cloud was a gigantic Wooden Palace—The dwelling of God King Golgoth. He who reigned supreme above every other gods.

There were fourteen moons hovering over the palace and each of them shone with a different light. Trion originally had fifteen moons, but the God King took away fourteen of them, leaving only one to shine its light on the planet.

She could not leave her place at the tip of the continent for long, but she was overdue for a vacation anyway. Even if her absence would lead to some conflicts at the border and maybe a few cities were slaughtered, she would return to right the mistakes made by the incompetents, whose purpose was only to be sheltered by her.

She missed the freedom of a casual stroll, and from up here, everything below seemed so meaningless, but that thought only flashed for the briefest of moments in her mind.

She was a creature of War. The tip of the spear for Tiberius, and her existence would have little meaning outside the fields of battle, but over the long millennia, it felt nice to let one hair out a bit, maybe she would visit her shy brother and play some naughty games with him after this trip was over.

How her back aches from carrying the human species along. She needed these strange and amusing events now and then to break the tedium of her awesome self keeping life in balance. Keeping the Empire safe.

For her might were comparable to a god, and in some instances she was even more powerful, due to the singular purpose of her creation—War.

Trion was not a world at peace, from this height you could see that a fifth of the planet was covered in darkness and even the light of the sun could not penetrate that gloom.

Even from space, it was possible to hear the endless quakes and reverberation blasting from that darkness, endless fiery mushroom clouds bloomed inside the darkness like fireflies, only to be shrouded once more.