The Primordial Record novel Chapter 720

Chapter 720 The Priests of The Storm God

Circe walked under the Anima of Boreas feeling the immense energy inside it like a massive thunderstorm, just the feet of the Anima were longer than five hundred miles, clad in boots of gold and precious metal, the foot of the Anima was more than a thousand story tall.

Yet she was an Earth god and her perception could hold the entire statue in her consciousness and the awe she felt was controllable to a certain extent.

'what do fuck was she doing in the battles between titans like these?'

The distance shrunk under her feet, as the wind gave her legs wings, but she did not move too quickly as she prepared herself internally letting the weight of this moment sink in.

She emerged beneath the shadow of the Anima, and the brilliant light of the twisting skies of the capital entered her view and she swallowed once more, stunned by the sights and the magnificent temple before her.

"This is such a shame. Aroth is a glorious city, and no matter how much you hold back, you shall destroy its magnificence."

The voice of Rowan sneered, "There is nothing magnificent about this place. It is rotten to the core, and the surface has just been painted with a small coat of polish."

"I beg to differ, perhaps the gods might be corrupted, but the energy of the city… Can you not feel it, Rowan?"

"Your sights are still too shallow Circe, and the walls that divide life and death, the present and the past are still firm in your spirit. Trion is a lake of fire, and in this city, these people are all surviving on a small island in this lake. They may live like this world is everything, but the truth is that they were placed here to be a distraction."

"I don't want to believe that to be the case."

"Your beliefs mean nothing before the face of truth. Although there is truth to what you say, I fear that for me destruction is the only answer I can come up with. The depths of the corruption my enemy had wrought on this land are so deep, if it is not destroyed, it would infect everything it touches. I will do my best to limit the pain, but I will destroy everything made by his hands."

Circe was quiet for a while before she perked up, it would seem that she was eager to settle all her affairs in case she died in this expedition, which was most likely to be the case, for she knew that if it came to it, she would not be surprised if Rowan sacrificed her for his cause.

He may be easy to talk to sometimes, and even teasing him could be fun, but there was something so cold inside of him that made a part of her ache. No matter how powerful he was, she thought that he was broken.

"There is something I have always wanted to ask you, I believe I did raise this question about you before, but your answers were not satisfactory and that urge to know that truth has never left me, but has grown stronger with everything that I have watched you do."

She paused and licked her lips in nervousness, "Who are you… really? You are not Erohim, that's a whole load of bullshit and you never claimed that name, nor are you a god, or if you are then you must be one that is so powerful that you should be called a God King or maybe a God Emperor. Are you a Demon or an Angel?"