The Primordial Record novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315 The First Mutant

The goddess that wandered alone, Minerva, had ebony skin with long white hair that reached the ground and trailed far behind her, her eyes were twin orbs of darkness, and the dress she wore appeared to be made from spider webs. She did not walk but glide a few inches from the ground, her head bowed in thoughts, and her siblings were aware to be wary of her when she was in that mood, even the so-called strongest.

The rest four comprised of Volgim, Bacchus, Horush and Boreas.

Volgim resembled a squat young man barely above five feet tall with light gray hair that resembled metal, his eyes were multi faceted like cracked glass that shifted into different configurations like an endless jigsaw puzzle, on his back was a spinning metallic disk that was a foot across. His clothes were also made from metal that bent and shifted like fabrics.

He nudged Boreas who did not appear that different from his Incarnation revealed on Jarkarr, with a wreath of flowers on his head and armor made from ice.

Volgim was the closest in relationship with Boreas and Bacchus. He winked towards the latter, and Bacchus grinned back at him, those three were thick as thieves, as they choose to share part of their Domains with each other to show their firm allegiance.

Bacchus gave Boreas his authority over plants, specifically flowers, to enhance his appearance, for it was clearly known that Boreas was the most vain of all the gods.

Boreas honored him by making of it a wreath over his head, he in turn gave Bacchus authority of the winds, making him swift beyond compare and from that authority Bacchus crafted a famous treasure known for its speed, Bacchus wore green boots, and his jackets and trousers were also green with faint yellow gems scattered across it, his eyes were deep pool of green water that swirled in a circle.

Volgim had been given the authority of lightning by Boreas, and he honored him by creating a Temple of the Iron god, and making the lightning of Boreas become its symbol.

Horush walked close to them also, silent and watchful, he was a god of few words, and he let his actions speak for him, he appeared the most bestial of all the gods with two curved horns on his head behind his thick locks of hair with a swinging tail resembling those of a bull, and with the most human eyes of all his siblings, they were brown, and shockingly seemed to hold deep kindness.

They all trooped towards the palace made from wood, and Minerva was the last to enter it open door before it shut behind them with a loud thud.

Inside that palace, they dwelled for the next eight years, with none being wiser of the fact that the gods were now among them.

What plans were being hatched was unknown, but it was easy to observe the changing momentum of the Empire broadly, as a wind of change began to sweep through it.

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