The Primordial Record novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143 Erohim (3)

"I want you to understand the basis of our relationship going forward." Rowan paused and finished another glass and sighed as he poured himself a new glass, "I am not here to help you or to harm you. I am just here to offer a service, which I'm certain that other people desperately need at this moment. How you choose to interpret my actions is entirely up to you."

"Fu*k, I think this is also what Erohim would say." Circe mumbled.

Rowan blinked, "you've lost me here, this name the town folk gave me, what does it mean?" Rowan said as he finally sat down.

"I suppose we can take this information as a sort of payment for the help you rendered me previously?" Circe smirked.

"It has no value, Circe, nothing is stopping me from asking any random person in the street for that answer."

"Well, they won't tell you the same way I would say it. Trust me, hearing it from anyone else but me would be a loss, I happen to be a good storyteller."

"I have heard no great story tellers praise themselves quite like you, so I'll take my chances."

"I did say I'm a good storyteller not a great one, mind you."

"Then start talking, time is not on our side, and I refuse to accept this as my payment." Rowan focused on her and went silent.

Circe bent forward, and her body pressed against her frilly gown, which accentuated her lovely shape, "by the gods, your eyes are stunning."

Perhaps sensing the growing impatience in Rowan, she began to speak, "Can't handle a compliment?.. Duly noted."

"Your condition is not a particularly strange one. It often occurs with extremely powerful Dominators who encountered serious trauma. Most likely you fell to the edge of death, maybe you fell farther than the edge, but the power in your blood brought you back. Most times it doesn't bring back all of you… I know someone like you. He was a dear friend."

"That's an interesting theory, and I suspect that it is closer to the truth." Rowan sat back, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"This is most likely the truth because I can't read the depth of your power, and I'm at the peak of Incarnation, only a single step towards the second Great Circle and I cannot even sense the Natural Aura generated from your body, it's astonishing, as I'm among the most perceptive in my generation."

Somehow Rowan felt she was underselling herself when she said among the most perceptive, she must be the best in her generation. A term she said struck a cord with him, "Natural Aura?"

"Oh… The Boreas family are Storm Callers, we're sensitive to forces involving heat, cold and lightning, and every living being as its own unique bio–signature associated with those forces."

"I am able to easily detect the bio–signature for everyone around me, except for those who are dead or are far more powerful than me. You don't appear any more dead than me, so… it's a safe bet to pick the latter of those choices."

"Are you in the second or third. I would pick second. Okay, let me get back to answering your first question about Erohim." Circe took a deep breath before she started talking.

"I am told you came down from the mountains, with the sun in your hands. You see, the name of that mountain is Erohim!"

She paused for effect, and Rowan blinked and rubbed his forehead, "if that's all to the story, then I'm impressed, you truly are a good storyteller." _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}