The Primordial Record novel Chapter 739

Chapter 739 The Conviction of A Mortal

Rowan's words only brought what she was experiencing to the front of her mind. The concept of the soul was something she heard whispered by the fires at night. It was something unknown and ethereal, and even though she had been resurrected multiple times and she now had an Immortal Soul she still found it difficult to wrap her mind around the concept.

Becoming a goddess made her aware of her soul, but it just stopped there. There was only a vague understanding of its presence and purpose, and it was quite impossible to consider understanding or manipulating it, and now she was consuming it.

This aversion inside her was so strong, how could this be only a minor fraction of it? Does it mean that without the presence of Rowan, she was that useless?

Circe's mind shook and she closed her eyes for a while before anger overtook her spirit. 'Why was she weeping like a child?

She knew what she signed up for when she accepted the help of a power like Rowan to change her fate. She had told herself that a brief life of usefulness and power was a hundred times better than a life of mediocrity.'

'What did she truly want for herself? A life of uselessness burdened by a heart given to her by an enemy who slaughtered her parents, or a life of meaning that although beset by horror, suffering, and chaos, would be one where she would get to not only avenge her past but control the fate of countless others so that what happened to her, would not happen to someone else.'

'This is the reason I returned to Trion, the whole purpose of my struggles is useless if, at the first sign of trouble, I break down and weep. If this change comes with this sort of pain and anguish, I will bear it. To cleanse the past of my shame and make a better future for everyone else.'

'Was this not the reason that I and she hoped; Rowan was fighting for? Their past was beset with evil and suffering, and to change their story, to rewrite the rules, the board would have to be swept clean and a new one would be made.'

Circe struggled to speak, making dull croaking noises.

"You can talk to me inside your head. I will hear you." Rowan said to the struggling goddess, but she stubbornly stuck to her guns before speaking, although it came out slow and broken, Rowan could understand her, and her words resonated with the budding mortal comprehension inside his consciousness.

"To create… something new and bright, the old, the tarnished, the corrupted would have to be torn down!"Circe nearly screamed the last parts and her voice grew stronger, "I have no regrets and I only despise myself for being too weak. I believe in you, and whatever it takes for everything that is wrong about this world to be changed, I'm willing to pay for it."

She opened her mouth and her Spirit and with a scream of madness, Circe touched her Soul, and she drew in the power of Boreas above her.

The Runic platform shone as bright as a star as lightning bolts in the millions erupted from her body.

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Rowan watched the merger of Circe and Boreas closely, the platform had already ascended for four hundred feet, more than the halfway point, but it appeared that the process would end far more quickly than he imagined.