The Primordial Record novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298 Scum From Covenant

There were many terms used to describe gods, and the ones most often neglected was "old". Especially for the gods of Trion. These ancient monsters had existed from an incredibly distant time, and even though they were currently worshiped as gods. There was a time when they were nothing but monsters.

There was something incredibly different about Boreas and any other godlike beings he had met, and Rowan had a suspicion that the other gods of Trion shared this trait. There was something… extra in their make-up, a monstrous quality that Rowan could recognize, because it was similar to his serpents.

The word Rowan was looking for was Primal.

Boreas's eyes turned to the struggling Rowan and inside them, he could see both curiosity, rage, amusement, and many host of emotions that would be impossible to describe, it was as if the god felt many emotions simultaneously.

But one thing Rowan could take away from it was the frightening amount of intelligence in that gaze. This was a creature that had seen endless sunrises and sunsets, and his confidence was unmatched.

This was a being that was assured of his omnipotence after countless years of power. In this life, Rowan had begun understanding what it truly meant to be this powerful. It was something more potent than any drugs, it transcended what any mortal could ever conceive in their heart.

Rowan had to make his moves now because all the chess pieces were not on the board, and a sneaky fella was out there, probably rubbing his hands together in glee while waiting for him to dance like a clown in a circus.

The Primordial Record inside his body was trembling, as it detected the other pages of itself that were close.

You have something of mine. Rowan roared inside. His fingers twitched, and he let go of the spear supporting his weight and stood with difficulty.

His mind went cold as he slowed down his thoughts. He let himself feel calm for a single moment, and then he began his attack by making his first move.

Rowan looked into the sky, his eyesight penetrating the clouds and zoomed to a particular empty patch of space outside the planet, and even though his senses could not detect anything at all from that spot, the tremble from the Primordial Record was real, and with its agitation, the strings that bounded it became clear in Rowans vision.

The screams from the Sigils were loud, and they formed into multiple layers that would have drowned him before, but with an effort of will, he pushed it aside.

He began to speak because he was sure that his Father was at this moment examining him, and his voice was not loud, but it would be easily understood as the surrounding Aether carried his words.

He sometimes wondered what he would say to this duplicitous man if he ever saw him again, and the next words from his mouth covered all the controlled anger he had towards this fat spider.