The Primordial Record novel Chapter 719

Chapter 719 The Central Temple

The members of the Justice Council were always covered in darkness, and when they returned from their hunt they carried great chains of darkness that resembled dried branches, with which they dragged screaming Dominators, sometimes by their tens of thousands into the dungeon.

It was said that 350,000 years ago, a rebellious Emperor chose to commit an unpardonable offense, and it was the Justice Council who entered the palace and in a single stroke, seized the entire adult members of that family along with the Emperor into the dungeons.

It was hard to estimate the figure but the numbers were in the tens of millions. What made that story scary was that the perpetrator was only a single individual. He had entered the royal palace and behind him were the millions of screaming people, bound by wood and darkness.

No Dominator had ever entered this place of darkness and returned. In the fictitious tale Spurn to the previous prince Rowan Kuranes, his mother had been taken into the dungeon of the Justice Council, and in order to free her, his body would have to be taken through a series of grueling experiments.

He had believed her and threw his whole soul into helping his mother to become 'free' of a life of eternal torture in the darkness.

Recognizing the lies there and the interference of the Sigils that at that time was bounding his Soul and Singularity, Rowan knew that it was just another method for his father to twist the truth and authorize Rowan to unknowingly give him access to his body and therefore the Primordial Record.

That old bastard had been so close to succeeding. So deep was the spell that Prince Rowan was placed under, he would have never fought against the lie, and slowly but surely, his father would have harvested every single page of the Primordial Record from his body until there was none left, and knowing the sick delights of this man, he would have kept Rowan alive for as long as possible to watch him suffer, only revealing the truth at the end.

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Circe watched the great city getting closer, her eyes flirting among the massive number of people in their millions entering the city, she suddenly staggered as she saw a vision of fire, the beautiful city shattered in pieces and the bodies of billions piled up in a mound that reached the clouds, as a rain of blood turned the Crystal Lake red.

She squeezed her eyes shut, dismissing that vision, Rowan had promised her that his war was not with the mortals, and if any mortal would be dying, it would not be by his hands. Her actions he told her were similar to going for the head of the snake, killing the corruption from its roots, and sparing the life of the branches and leaves.

'The only thing that dies is the corruption, not the corrupted, if they can be saved, I will do it.'

Much more quickly than she would have expected, they had arrived at the receiving port for all Sand Lines, and with a quick negotiation with her neighbor, she sold off her carriage to the delight of the merchant, who had undoubtedly made a nice pile of change from this single transaction than he would have otherwise made for decades.