The Primordial Record novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252 Come to me!

Erohim had been tortured for 17,000 years, his lifeblood stripped from him, and his Divine Kingdom plundered. His Divine Spark had been crushed until only a kindling was left and such an acts brought about great pain and despair that could hardly be imagined, at least that was what Erohim previously thought.

There could not be any greater loss! But he was mistaken. What was happening to him now was indescribable, and as a god with an immortal soul he could feel this process far more than a mortal ever could.

A god was aware of the state of their soul very deeply, and every bit of it was under their direct control and supervision, what Rowan was doing to his soul was the worst punishment any immortal could ever suffer for every iota of soul that was consumed was felt in its entirety, and a pain beyond what could be ever described as pain could be felt from his action.

Like a mouse being slowly devoured inside the stomach of a python, and could only lie in silence as its body was slowly digested over days. The Soul of Erohim was frozen in place. He could not scream, he felt himself slip into oblivion, and for an immortal that sensation was beyond madness.

His Serpents outside, we're nearly done with devouring the Domain of the god. Rowan's eyes were shining, and he was tensed as if he was concentrating deeply on something, and as time passed, it seemed like whatever he was hoping for was lost, and he was about to make another move that would cost him, but then he heard the voice of Suriel, "The gate has been found Creator."

There was still thirty percent of the Domain remaining, but he was no longer interested in devouring it. Rowan's eyes became fixed on a distant part of the planet, a place that was part of Jarkarr but was hidden, you could almost call it the fourth continent, it was covered by flames and appeared to be a burning continent.

He called back the serpents even against their protesting roars and dissatisfaction and he returned them to his body and he activated the Astrolabe, his eyes focused on that invisible continent and he vanished from sight.

When he appeared once more, he was at that hidden location on Jarkarr, and the flames rising around him were hot enough to melt metal, it was like he entered into a volcano, and black smoke and flames surrounded him, and even his vision was restricted, but that did not matter because before him was a swirling red and white portal. It was the gate to the Divine Kingdom of Erohim.

Rowan smiled, "A great feast worthy of your appetites, my children, feast!" and then he unleashed his Serpents and they entered the opened gate.

From them were roars of competition and happiness, today they wanted a name, and the first one to kill the god would be granted a name.

Rowan shuddered as he recreated the Berserker clone, armored it and he upgraded it until it was glowing with a red and black flame.

The clone gave a wide blood lusted laugh and leaped into the Divine Kingdom. Before him, the gate began to shrink and Rowan frowned, that would not do, and he opened his hand and stretched it forth towards the closing gate.