The Primordial Record novel Chapter 229

Chapter 229 My heart... Hold on a while longer

The Ballad of Erohim was an old song, and it was sung with the night fires when the Great Storm rages outside. Children learn of it when they begin to talk, and during times of darkness there is no better way to keep your head up and your spirit calm.

It was a song about the darkness that plagued their world for countless lifetimes until Erohim brought the light; Circe was dumbfounded to hear the rest of the convoy take up the song.

Twenty thousand voices all as one, from the mouths of young and old, they stamped their feet and their voices were as one, she could feel their spirit being uplifted. Of all the worlds the Empire controlled, did they really understand their inhabitants?

Behind the convoy, a bright golden light flashed, it must have been far away, yet it was still so bright. Circe was in the air, and she watched the golden light rise like a divine spear and sliced through the atmosphere, nearly hitting the moon, Ga. Somehow, she did not think even the moon could stop its ascent.

The golden light was like a second sun emerging from the earth, and the convoy went mad in adulation, and with no indication given, they all stopped the movements of the vehicles and stepped down, and fell on their knees in worship.

Circe could understand the reason, she also felt the urge but hers was not of adulation but horror. The light she saw was unlike anything she had ever seen before in her life and her experience could point to nothing to explain what it was.

There was a kind of Aura emitted from that light that made her shift her gaze away from it, as her instinct screamed that looking at that light for any longer would bring madness, like a mortal staring into the bright sun, she would burn her soul to ash.

Yet why did the light seem so familiar…

From her vantage point, she saw the red clouds far in the distance began to shake and dissipate as a shockwave was coming from the origin of that flash of light tearing through the expanse. Her eyes widened, there was no way the people worshiping outside would escape the devastation coming. She called upon her Incarnation, it was of a girl holding a flute in her right hand.

The flute was made from ice, and the girl was dressed with wind and her hair held a garland made from lightning.

Due to the nature of her heart Circe rarely called on her Incarnation, for it was too powerful for her heart to bear the strain, and it would explode inside her chest.

The Incarnation smiled and entered Circe's body and her eyes lit up as mini tornadoes formed around her body, and Circe began weaving runes from the three elements! "My heart… please hold for a little while."

If Rowan were here he would be astonished, what Circe was doing should be beyond what any Incarnation State Dominator should be doing, but she gathered everything together and with a cry, she unleashed the rune, and they expanded and moved towards the back of the convoy creating a shield five miles in length, just in time to block the incoming shockwave.

Her body shook, and she vomited blood, barely able to keep herself in the air. A soft sound like a flute blowing swept through the convoy, and her Incarnation vanished with a smile. Circe nearly fell from the air while she squeezed her chest, pain covering her face.

The vehicles rocked as they escaped the brunt of the shockwave, and when it swept past, to Circe's amazement, the shockwave was a voice. It was a roar of victory.

When she returned to her vehicle she found Nana waiting for her, "Circe, do you recognize that voice?"

"Not really, I was concentrating on blocking the sound from harming the people here. So did you find the voice familiar?"