The Primordial Record novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296 Remaking A World

The commotion of the escaping Divine Palace did not just end with the winds, when Rowan ripped a large portion of the Divine Realm of the god he brought about a Spatial Storm that for a while turned the surrounding into a world of darkness and chaos.

Rowan's current body was destroyed, and he had to quickly replace it, so he would not leave any sign behind of weakness, his next steps were crucial that this particular detail was not noticed yet, at least for the next few moments.

When the chaos ended, he hardly breathed a sigh of relief before a heavy pressure descended on him as Fury's eyes smoldered with nine colored lights.

He was about to start talking when he noticed Rowan was not even looking at him, but at a distance outside the Divine Realm.

If the Divine Realm was an egg, there would be less than fifty percent of its shell left, the only thing holding the last of its stability in place was the consumption limitation of the void. It contained vast amounts of Aether and many other mystical substances that Rowan could not even identify, and its presence was more robust than normal space, and so its dissipation was far slower.

Fury looked over to check what had drawn Rowan's attention, and his anger for being toyed with was washed away as a great hand wreath in lightning began to arise from the earth.

From the hand, a voice whispered, "Return."

Boreas, Primogenitor and god, who controls the Pathway of the Storm Callers.

His Anima is here.

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It was always an uncomfortable sensation to project your consciousness into an Anima. Boreas had never liked it, and even after millions of years he never did. To him, it was like slicing off your limb and crushing it, then forcing that crushed meat into a hole the size of a finger.

For other gods the sensation was different, and although he did not mind the pain, it was more of the inconvenience of the process that annoyed him. So as a god that was hailed to be the richest in the Empire, he did the next best thing.

Over the endless millennia, he began creating a set of Spirit Guise, he would use as a substitute for him in most situations, over time, he had perfected this formula, and few gods could see through the Facade.

His control over Ice was absolute, and he could place portions of his Spirit into them and freeze them for millions of years. He could allocate those Spirit, which he deemed Guise to perform various functions in his place. Few knew where the main body of Boreas truly resided, and all of them were wrong.