The Primordial Record novel Chapter 726

Chapter 726 Knucklebone

The only consolation he could give Circe while pushing her towards the lion's den was the fact that he had her soul in hand, and except Boreas used a god-killing weapon that could shatter her soul to nothingness, she was safe, no matter how many times she died.

Ambushing the god would not be easy, he was now most likely suspicious of this event and the only play Rowan had at this time would be Boreas's curiosity, arrogance, and depravity.

He doubted his father cared about the mental health of the gods of Trion, because living in the place, surrounded by the energy of Destruction, was enough to lead an Angel to madness. What Boreas and by extension, the rest of the gods were going through would be a million times worse.

Their Divine Kingdom was situated in this place, and without a shell, it was like dipping an open injury inside a vat of acid.

How were they all not insane?

Rowan suspected that this vault had a large part to play in this. No god, no matter how powerful should be able to exist inside a destructive zone like this. Circe would have to play her part well without the knowledge of what was going on, and Rowan would have only a single chance because he was dealing with forces here that he could not fully control.

"This is tricky… she is still too weak. My Will would shatter the fragile balance here, hold on for a while longer Circe, the pain would not last for long. I can only do this much. I know you cannot hear me, but hold on."

Rowan sent this message to Circe's subconscious, anticipating what was to come. She would not be able to hear him, but he suspected that his resolve would flow through her, and he knew that with her strength of character, she only needed a little nudge.

Circe looked around confused and panicked, but Rowan held back from revealing himself. Everything he had displayed was from just using her power alone, and at this moment, Rowan could feel the gaze of Boreas flowing around Circe.

He could sense his curiosity, he was a creature that was invincible, fear and death were something hard for him to understand, and in his world, it was hard to surprise him.

For a god, surprise was not something to be feared, it was to be welcomed. In the long and endless road of time that awaited every god, surprises were welcomed, almost cherished.

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Rowan was a bit amused that Circe was not moving, she was too distracted, the world she found herself inside was like nothing she had ever known, and that distraction would be deadly. The power he used to keep her safe would not last if she did not enter the castle.