The Primordial Record novel Chapter 792

Chapter 792 Romion

?The skies darkened until there was no light except from the eighty Million gods standing around the planet, beings of power made from lightning, ice, and the wind, yet amidst all their glory that shone brighter than a star, everything and everyone on the planet, even the trees and the stones turned to face a single direction.

They could not help it, the being that stood there had a majesty that nothing could ignore. It transcended their consciousness, engraving itself into their souls, and they all knew that their existence depended on the whims of this mighty one.

One blink of his eye and all would be exalted, another blink and everything would perish.

The consciousness of Rowan that inhabited one of the Spirit Guise transformed it into a being of white smoke with a single golden eye hanging inside of it.

The golden eye was massive, at least a thousand miles in diameter. The white smoke that surrounded it was like multiple tentacles that seemed to extend deep into infinity.

As the eye descended the planet began to come undone. Trees collapsed into ashes and massive earthquakes rippled through the planet as a million volcanoes poured out the life essence of the world.

A Minor World could not handle the consciousness of Rowan who was truly in this place in all his glory. The eye stopped and the destruction of the world ended and as if time was reversing, everything returned the way it was supposed to be, with the only difference being that everything was now pressed to the ground, unable to look at the sky or even move a single inch.

This was Rowan's mercy, mortal creatures should not look at him, or his nature would corrupt them, and the least of their worries would be death. The destruction previously was to rid the world of the awareness of his presence. Now they only knew that something powerful was in the sky, but they did not know who he was any longer.

A burst of bright green light erupted from the surface of the planet, pushing past his restrictions and flying past row after row of gods that lined the path up to the golden eye. Space appeared to be unnaturally extended and the light had to travel for a seemingly long time before nearing the eye.

The green light dissipated revealing the figure of Maeve, who now had green wings, and two short green horns, and her hair was also green. She stopped a few miles away from the golden eye and bowed deeply, her eyes were filled with expectation and a hint of doubt.

She could sense the power and presence of her lord inside this great eye, yet it seemed impossible that he should already be this powerful, even without collecting his memories and true inheritance from his mother.

Rowan did not remind her of a being who should be walking inside the material universe but instead, an Old One, whose presence was met with horror and adoration.

The last time she met Rowan he was still a man, albeit a powerful one, but he had to run away from death and danger, even though his Incarnation inside her Territory should have given her a glimpse of the horrifying powers he now controlled, this came as a profound shock to her.

'As expected of my lord.' Maeve fiercely jubilated in her heart. The heavy pall of doom that had surrounded her since hearing the truth about Trion from Lamia lifted. They had a fighting chance.

The golden eyes suddenly vanished, the tentacles of mist retracting into a single golden point that shone so bright that Maeve had to cover her eyes, when the glow subsided what remained in its place was Rowan.

This form of Rowan was not like he previously appeared, he came not as a fully grown man, but as a child of eight, with bright green eyes and green hair. This was his appearance in the days before his father took him. This should be his true appearance and the one he wore before was something given to him by his father.

The general shape of his face was now a bit softened, not the harsh tones of perfection like before, but molded into something of beauty by the features drawn from his mother. His eyes no longer gave off the harsh reptilian look of a serpent, but one filled with curiosity, as if everything in creation was an open book he wanted to read.

Maeve on seeing this form of Rowan burst into tears and vanished from her position only to reappear below the feet of Rowan where she began to weep, her tears touched his foot and she hastily used her hair to wipe it.