The Primordial Record novel Chapter 738

Chapter 738 Forbidden Ritual

?"Mrtklrukkrr Ymnowhemu…

"For the wandering soul that seeks rest, You shall find a home inside me…

"Hrrakkharr Ymnotrugok…

"For the wandering heart that seeks life, takes my flesh…

"Trruddrokill Yrmmunill…

"For the wandering land that seeks home, you are here…

The Merger of the Body, Soul, and Divine Kingdom.

"Boom… Boom… Boom… Your heart is strong, as your creator made it so. Wake up!"

Circe gasped as she became awake, the sound of her heartbeat was so loud that she felt it would be heard from space.

In a few short hours, she had died multiple times, and she knew that the effects of her numerous deaths should leave a scar on her psyche, but she was not feeling it.

It was as if every time she died, her soul was protected in a bubble of solace that cleansed the trauma of her violent death, and every time she woke up, it was like being born for the first time.

The only problem was that she never awoke to anything great. Just blood, violence, and horror.

This awakening was different, as she was hearing voices deep inside her spirit, her body felt both stretched to the limit and also relaxed and a deep sense of fear and loathing filled her heart.

Interested in finding out the source of the disquietness inside of her, Circe opened her eyes, and for a short while, she did not understand what was happening.

The last time she was alive, they were fighting Boreas her Primogenitor. Rowan had transformed into a powerful demonic presence and she had sacrificed herself to stop Boreas for a single moment. She had prayed it would be enough, and the fact that she was awake, meant they had won.

Somehow she did not doubt that this would be the case. Rowan had always felt like a force of nature, his victory always seemed… inevitable. Perhaps it was due to the confidence and power that came so naturally to him as if he was the center of existence and everything swirled around him.

For anyone else this achievement should be enough to celebrate for a thousand years, but Rowan was already moving on.

Circe felt another sort of pain all over her body but this one felt distant, as if the pain belonged to someone else, but what was troubling her was the feeling in her Spirit, it felt empty… drained. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}