The Primordial Record novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164 I Want It All (7)

Circe called up a platform of ice and they both climbed on top, she had ears only for what Nana was saying, however, Nana had a lovely sonorous voice that had not been dulled by age and her impending death, and it was easy to be lost inside of it.

"There is … something that attaches to all of us who have taken a life, it's in you, and also in me. It affects us in various ways, and even the most depraved individuals I have ever come across have that Mark on them. Some call it the mark of Caine, the first killer, or the resentment of souls attached to their murderer, most we never truly understand this mark when they see it, but I've learned to spot it, especially now as I grow nearer to my deathbed."

She held Circe palm and covered it with hers, as she patted it, "Yet on this man, I see nothing. I don't know if my senses are failing me, or if my judgment has become clouded, yet it scares the living shit out of me."

She paused and took a time to collect her thought, "What I do know, however, is that as I watched him eat that cookie. I would never have imagined he had killed a quarter of a million creatures a few moments back, and he still emerged … pure and spotless, it was almost as if all the life he had taken had belonged to him, and they were returning to their rightful owner."

Circe was silent for a while, "Maybe you judged him wrongly? He could just be different. Multiple trillions of people inside the Empire, I am sure he is an outlier. Well, is that not a sign? You said it influenced people in different ways. Perhaps that is his thing. That unflappable quality of his."

"I wish it was that simple, Circe. I truly do." Nana's voice quietly faded, she herself did not fully understand this instinct of hers, and she knew at the edge of death, it was possible for the mind to go haywire. She sighed, for a mortal, a decade must be a reasonable length of time, but for Dominators of her level, it was gone in a blink of an eye.

"Maybe, I'm wrong. Someone like that cannot exist." She softly whispered to herself, and her mind went on to other things, beside Scarvros would soon send the details of his profile down to the Empire, with the reaches of their various Trading Houses, it would not be too difficult to know who he was.

A groan came from behind the two women and Rico stumbled out, "I hate this guy, Circe."

"Yeah, he's not so fond of you either. He promised to beat you to death with your arm. Even you won't be turned on by dying in that manner, would you… brother?"

Rico grinned, "if he's capable… maybe. But you know little sis that he is clearly not my typein fact, I think he is something far along your alley. I mean, I was about to puke the way you looked at him." He began to sing, "Erohim and Circe K-I-S-S…"

"what are you? Twelve? You have fallen far behind on the Nemesis board, and you're now number two! Spend more time dawdling and you would be pushed off the list. Okay, I'm done here. Nana, let's go."

"Hey, Circe wait up, your Guardsman, yeah, you know the one I'm referring to. You don't? Wait up, that man with the sexy little mustache, and brown eyes. Yeah, I know you know the one I'm talking about, how about…" Rico pursued the two women as his voice became lost in the rumble from the convoy.

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Rowan's body began to be influenced by the touch of gravity and was coming down faster, he grinned inside the ball of flame and boosted his descent with his Telekinesis, he found out that he was falling a lot these last few encounters, and he was enjoying the experience in a weird way.

Plunging towards the horde below, he activated the Berserker Skill—Enrage, pushing as much Aether as he could into the skill, and the green sun transformed into a ball of red and green, he pushed his physical essence into the skills and the flames appeared to solidify as both colors fed into themselves and transformed the flames into the shape of two massive hammers that resembled flaming skulls. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}