The Primordial Record novel Chapter 407

Chapter 407 Cracked Mantle

The Empress smiled, "We are called to serve, every one of us, about my child. He is still young, give him time and he could blossom into something more. It is a shame he was born at this time, else he would have been able to cover one part of the sky with his hands."

"Ha, good point, but there is not much time left. It is also his fortune, I thought you were saving that Divine Spark for yourself, it was your reward." Malekith the Royal Hand replied while bringing the steaming cup of tea to the Empress.

She sipped the tea and sighed in satisfaction, "Becoming a god is boring, battles no longer carry any thrills, and the prospect of living until the end of time does not fascinate me, it just makes me shudder in disgust, reducing existence to just endless numbers."

"I prefer the certainty of a mortal life, I prefer the option of death." The Empress whispered more to herself than the Royal Hand.

"But you forget, there is a Godkiller on the loose." The Hand pointed out,

"Bah, he would fade away like dust. The gods have handled worse before. He is just a time footnote in this glorious time such as now. In the history of my Trion, there could not be a more chaotic time for a Royal selection. At this point, every god wants this mantle and when it starts, I must have the ability to fight against Minerva or she would rule all indeed. I would admit, the goddess plays a long game."

"That outcome is not set in stone, and you should give more credence to this Godkiller, there is something strange about him," Malekith said.

The Empress's glowing red eyes looked at him fully, "You hold this mortal in high regard."

The Hand laughed dismissively, "Oh, it's just something I feel in my old bones, he reminds me of the God King all these years ago when he told us he would make us kneel and wipe the rest of us out from Trion, no one believed he was capable of that."

He sighed before turning and looking at the skies, "You intend to make Fury your champion for the Royal selection, is that not killing an ant with a hammer? Surely even Minerva's Champion would not be as strong."

The Empress laughed, "You say that because you have not seen him fight. Telmus is a monster, he is a unique individual who will never exist again, and if I am to stand against him, I need a monster of my own. Fury would serve, he is young, but he needs to be every bit as powerful, plus I have it on good recommendation that Minerva has punished her child due to his arrogance, with those chains around Telmus's limbs, Fury should be able to shift the tides towards our favor."

Malekith the Royal Hand, once a god of darkness, bowed towards the Empress and turned to leave, a word from her however stopped him.

"Your Domain once intersected with Minerva's, what do you think about her will?"

"That is hard to say…"

"You were a god once, Malekith, you are my Hand not just because you make a great cup of tea."

"I don't know if you would like to hear this from me, but you should know more than anyone else that the gods of Trion are a strange lot, and Minerva is the oddest among the lot. By all rights, you should win any confrontation on the surface of Trion, yet fate is unpredictable."