The Primordial Record novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 Erohim (2)

Storm callers were supposed to control lightning and frost abilities, with some of their geniuses even controlling wind. Rowan suspected that the Dominators on this pathway may have extremely high damage outputs.

Lightning is a powerful element that possesses both speed and power.

Both of them entered the trading house and Rowan saw it was abuzz with activities, as he could see dozens of men moving goods into large crates that were bolted and tagged. An old woman with light specks of blue in her white hair, stood with a cane and every crate that was tagged, she simply collected them into her necklace with a glimmer of green light.

She was giving quick orders that were being attended to in a timely manner and her head was roving around the entire hall, as everything here was within her supervision. Rowan could immediately tell she was also in the Incarnation State, but her vitality was slowly failing. In a decade or less, she would be dead.

"Nana, the timetable for evacuation has just been moved forward, anything non-essential should be discarded. Where is Rico? I want to be out of this place in an hour!" Circe walked to the staircase leading to the upper floor, even as she was speaking to the older woman, she was obviously in a hurry.

"We are moving the time up to one hour?" Nana sputtered, "That is madness, my dear. That would barely be enough to catalog ten percent of our inventory. Your losses would not be recoverable for at least another two decades, and you would lose your position…"

Circe paused and said loudly, "Although I'm sure exceptions would be made for situations like this, but even if there weren't, I'm not concerned about the position I would lose Nana, we are in a cataclysm. Do not waste more time tagging the goods, just pack them up."

She resumed climbing, gesturing for Rowan to follow her, "And where is Rico? I wanted him in my office an hour ago."

Rowan was not too surprised at her air of competency and command, she was so young and yet so powerful. A genius like this would have been showered with the best education affordable, and they all grew up with the knowledge that they were special.

They reached her office, which was on the topmost floor, and Rowan's eyes lit up as he saw maps and, most importantly, books, plenty of books.

Circe sat down and rubbed her brows, she glanced at Rowan who had walked to the map and looked down on it, his eyes brushed through it before proceeding to the books and perusing their contents. With the speed by which he took in the extremely detailed map, Circe was sure he had a powerful Spirit.

Sighing, she pushed open her drawer and brought out two glasses and a bottle of amber wine. She quickly filled both glasses, and she tossed hers back into her throat and refilled it again, and she slowly nursed the drink.

"You know, they tend to work more efficiently when I'm not in their hair. My people."

"Uhm…" Rowan replied distractedly, his focus on the books in his hands.

"So, I guess those would be your payments?"

Rowan looked at her, and she had a little smirk on her face, "Now, why would you say that?" Rowan replied.

"Oh… It's pretty easy to figure out." She stood up and began walking to him and handed him the drink, "it's in the way you walk, like you are afraid of tearing through the world in a single step. Most would never understand a sensation like that or recognize it when they see it, after all, except for geniuses or those adapting to their powers for the first time."

Rowan was shocked by her observations, but it did not show on his face, nor did he give any other expressions to express his amazement.

He had always tried to adapt to his ever-increasing power, constantly playing catch up and holding himself back because any careless move from him would have great consequences for those around him.