The Primordial Record novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141 Erohim

"My lord, this is the foreman Rashid and his second Bennam," Yurlov motioned towards the two bowing men, before he himself bowed to the woman as he introduced her, "and Her Eminence, Circe Boreas."

Rowan nodded at them, as he looked over their heads and into the town, which was an easy thing to do because he was more than seven feet tall. Of course, he already swept through the town with his Spatial sight, but it was always safe to always keep your cards hidden until when needed.

"I can see you are already packing up." Rowan eyes followed the lines of people loading goods into heavy-duty vehicles that resembled buses that had the tires of tractors.

"Yes my lord, it is clear that we are no longer safe here, and since the Great winter 'is coming, and with this calamity that has befallen us, it's expected that we are to move to the iron fortress for refuge." This time it was the foreman Rashid that replied to him.

"That's good, but you have to move up your schedule. They are coming." Rowan pointed towards the west, "I checked their speed of movements, and in a week, they would be here. An army of monsters, millions strong. They are coming from both land and air, and you would be quickly surrounded."

He saw the panic wash over them, as the foreman gave rushed instructions to Yurlov, who nodded and ran back into the town, their faces were white, and their breath quickened, all except the woman—Circe Boreas.

In fact, the look of fascination had never left her face as she peered at him, she gave a little smile as she turned and touched the arm of the foreman lightly, "Rachid, I think it would be expedient to do away with everything that would delay our movements, except for all the basic commodities we need for survival, please do away with the rest. I want us to be out of here within the hour."

Her words were like a whip, and both men straightened and bowed to her, and they hurried into the town.

"A week, you said?" Circe turned to him, and with a flash, the big book disappeared from her hands, most likely she had a Spatial treasure, looking closer, he saw a silver ring on her left hand, on her middle finger, Rowan stifled the urge to investigate the storage ring with his Spatial sight.

"with the momentum I observed from the creatures in the horde? Yes. But, that is not the problem, smaller offshoots like the wolf travel ahead of the horde and those are the riskiest factors to determine the survival of these people."

"Yeah… It is. This is an unprecedented disaster, and I never imagined Jarkarr would ever face a situation like this. We're so far from the front lines." Circe spoke softly as she looked down, "You know, you never did introduce yourself."

"I believe I did not." Rowan looked away.

She waited for a while and hearing no further response from him, she said, "Not that it would matter much anyway because folks here have already given it to you. A name."

"They gave me a name?" surprise colored his tone, Rowan did not think what he did warranted such attention, yeah he saved their people, but anyone sufficiently powerful would be able to easily do that. He did not necessarily think his actions deserve a name, seemed excessive.

"Yes." Circe gave a small laugh as she covered her mouth, "Do you want to hear it?"

"Do tell."

"Erohim!" Circe announced it with a little flair, as she raised the edge of her gown, "Please come with me, while I facilitate the quick movement of these people. They all fall under my responsibilities."

She turned and waited for Rowan, who began walking beside her. She was around six feet two, tall for a woman, but she had to look up when talking to Rowan.