The Primordial Record novel Chapter 785

Chapter 785 Trion Needs To Burn

Circe was sitting inside a grand hall where there were a thousand elaborate platforms set up. She had organized their arrangement in a circular pattern with her in the middle. For the last eight months, it had been an endless whirlwind of activity as she prepared the candidates selected for the last stage of Ascendance.

The first stage was the selection stage where Circe had to find the right people who were not just hungry for power but carried a great grudge against the seven royal families of Trion.

Not surprisingly it was incredibly easy for Circe to find people like this, from rebels and freedom fighters to maids and gardeners… entire generations over the last million years who were nothing but slaves, their lives worth less than dust.

During the selection process, Circe had been able to come across the seedy underbelly of the Empire and she almost wept in anger and sorrow over the suffering that countless billions had endured over the millennia. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

During her time in service to her family, Circe had not stayed in the seat of power, Aroth, and had been sent to a far-off planet Jarkarr, so she had never truly understood how sick and depraved the royal families had become inside Trion. She had heard rumors of course, but it had always seemed so fantastical to be considered as truth.

Cannibalism, blood rites, genocides, sickening experiments and so many other depraved acts that seemed to come from a fevered dream of a mad demon, but those were all happening.

There was a rot growing inside of Trion that had festered and manifested in ways that sickened the mind and for a while Circe wondered why she had ever asked Rowan to save these people.

Their gods were insane and considered them nothing but food, what sort of good could come from a society like this?

These were Billions of powerful individuals who were aware that they would never become immortal in their entire lives, no matter how much of a genius they were or how powerful they became.

Drunk on an equal dose of power and apathy, they began to find other ways to find comfort in their mortal dilemma, to forget for a little while about the shackles of their bloodline.

Rowan had been correct in his assumptions, to truly push Trion into a place of anarchy, the best weapon was to touch on this sore point that had worried their populace for so long, yet Circe was sure that even Rowan was not aware of how deep this wound imposed by the shackles on a Dominator's bloodline went.

There was a sickness here that Rowan in his lofty position could not see. Circe had been amazed by the city of Aroth when she had arrived eight months ago, but that joy had been left far behind, and she had seen true horror.

It would have been different if a Dominator could not feel it—that barrier in their blood.

Nonetheless, whether by accident or design, every single Dominator who reached the peak of their bloodline as an Earth God could all feel the shackle blocking them all from becoming gods.

This nearly drove them all insane, it was not as if they could not become gods, their bloodline was powerful enough for that to become a possibility, but a chain was placed over it.

What sort of a world would Trion become if every royal bloodline was free to become gods?

Circe shuddered at this thought. For the last million years, the seven royal families had become a breeding site for the most poisonous of vipers, and if they could all become gods, with the power of a Dominator bloodline, they would wash the entire universe in blood.

Imagine billions of Boreas, Kuranes, or Tiberius running around in the universe? Could anything be able to stand against them? Circe believed in Rowan and she had not seen the true reaches of his powers, yet she was worried that this move from them might not just sow anarchy, what if it led to the Gods of Trion finally freeing the shackles over the bloodlines of Dominators?

This and many other considerations placed Circe in a constant state of tension. She created a way of reducing the tension in her mind by picking some of the tortures inflicted on these people onto Rico, and no matter how horrifying the torture she selected, every day it seemed that a new one would come to light that was ten times worse.