??The being that attacked Boreas resembled an octopus, but instead of tentacles, it had arms. The hand had eyes in their palms that accurately resembled the demonic entity that Rowan had seen Tenma summon on the battlefield, it even had the aura of a Demon.
Although Boreas had called Rowan by his name, Rowan was not fooled, he had not revealed anything of himself to the god, and he would be foolish to reveal himself even if Boreas was correct.
He expected that Boreas would begin to fish for information next, which was good. While he would be busy trying to crack Rowan's disguise, he would be doing something else.
Rowan had already covered the entire vault using his Aether, creating a shield of unnatural black ice that was resisting the influence of Destruction and blocking Boreas from escaping this place for a short time.
This weird body was the form Rowan took, as he was no longer restricted to a humanoid form when he lost his flesh Rowan used his Aether as a tool to impose his will on reality while hiding his Aura until he finished his objectives.
The head of Boreas in one of his hands gasped in pain before he began to chuckle, and that soon exploded into a full-blown laugh,
"You disappoint me, Rowan. Like your trickster father, ultimately the only thing you truly understand is violence. The snake only sheds its skin to grow into a bigger snake. I came to you with my arms placed away and yet you attacked me with no hesitation. Your bloodlust makes you similar to Tiberius, that fucking animal."
The shattered body of Boreas exploded into lightning and he reappeared on his throne. He dusted non-existent dust from his sleeves and relaxed on his throne, a smile playing along the edge of his lips.
"You cannot kill me, little brother. Tell me, what do you hope to achieve here? I had thought you would be fleeing to the farthest corner of the universe. Yet like the rabid dog that you are turning out to be, you jump at the first chance to bite the hand that reaches out to you. How predictable and disappointing. Yet I don't believe it is entirely your fault, you have been left alone for too long, you need guidance and a firm hand."
The weird demonic figure of Rowan silently vanished and Boreas' eyes blazed with regret and annoyance, and he turned to Circe,
"I will take care of you first, you have no right to be here with my family." He spread open his right hand as if he was cupping the air, and out of nowhere, a lightning bolt that was so condensed it resembled a star that was shaped as a lightning bolt slammed into Circe, she did not even have any time to scream before she was turned to dust. freёweɓnovel.com
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