The Primordial Record - #271 - 271 Ascending To The Peak of The First Circle

Nana’s features grew solemn and she waved her hand and Circe’s body became sealed in ice, leaving only her eyes and nose exposed as she sealed her mouth as well. Circe eyes suddenly lit up with lightning and Nana’s eyes widened as cracks began to grow around the ice,

 “What a waste!” 

Grief clouded her eyes for a brief moment before vanishing as she thickened the ice, and turning she said to the Guardsmen, “Let’s go.”

She waved her hands in a mystical pattern, and the armor of the Guardsmen glowed blue as thick ice that both protected them and raised their speed and strength covered their armor, they all fearlessly left the range of Suriel Wings and plunged into the fiery hell with Nana following them.

She was the last to leave, and before entering the storm she turned to Circe who had tears flowing down her eyes, “I still stand by what I said dear. Follow your head and not your heart… Live well” She turned to the hovering form of Suriel as she tried and failed to hide the awe, but the voice she spoke with was steady, “I don’t know what kind of being you are, but protect her, or even in death I shall hunt you down.”

She was surprised when the armored head of Suriel slowly turned to observe her, and bent a little to the side as if observing an ant before looking away, she growled a little and turned away.

Nana’s nose began bleeding and she cleaned it, muttering about how little time she had, the lock of her blue hair began turning white, and she sighed before entering the flood of flames and blood.

When she left, it was possible, even through the icy seal over her mouth, that you could still hear Circe’s cries of pain.

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When Erohim unleashed his flames of Destruction coupled with the godly techniques he used to focus every single bit of power on his body without wasting a single iota, Rowan knew his time of experimentation was over, for even though Erohim was severely weakened he still possessed enough strength to kill him.

The flames his Angels were keeping back began to slowly disperse, as without the direct control of Erohim, they were now able to easily push it away and let it burn harmlessly into the ground. They also kept the churning waves of flames and blood away from him,

Rowan looked at the crumbling Divine Kingdom, and he was not in a hurry to check it out. It was too late to slowly discover it mysteriesin fact, he was forcefully encouraging his Serpents to devour it quickly enough because any moment from now, the entire remnant soul of the god would be descending onto his Palace of Ice, and if he did not grow it quickly enough he would be broken.

The ravenous appetite of his Serpents was reflected in his body as his size was beginning to grow once more, and he was now fifteen feet tall, but a growing sense of danger was mounting inside his heart. It was coming from the dying god.

His created another Berserker Clone and sent it towards the pierced head of Erohim, who had now stopped screaming, the eyes of the male face had rolled upwards in death, and the female face was the same except one of her eyes still had life.

That single eye turned to the Berserker Clone and she spoke, “What have you done? You have killed me and unleashed the end of days, my curse shall ever remain with you as…”

Rowan exploded the Berserker Clone silencing her, he had begun sensing a growing threat inside the head of Erohim, and freezing the dying god delayed that sensation, also he was wary of anything related to curses, who knew if the dying word of a god carried more power than he expected, he was now aware that the depth of a god could not be easily overlooked, even though he was an Empyrean.

The Divine Kingdom of Erohim was collapsing with his death, as massive swatches of it began to be eaten up by the void. 

Rowan had anticipated something similar to this occurring, and he desperately pushed for his Ouroboros Serpents to consume as much as they could before all was lost.

His body was now at twenty feet tall and he hoped to consume enough of Erohim Divine Kingdom to push his Avatar of Eve bloodline to the Second Great Circle. Going by the rate of collapse, he would narrowly be able to make it.

Rowan sighed in relief, although he had placed many safeguards in place, he was still caught flat-footed by the retaliation of Erohim, the power of a god was no joke, even one as weak as he was.

That destruction flames Erohim used at the end had the potential to truly kill him, and this was not even all the weapons the god had in his arsenal, the same way Rowan had underestimated the god, Erohim had also underestimated Rowan, else he would have used more of his power to attack him, although to be fair, the god was on his way to killing him, but he used the only weapon Erohim did not know he had which was the ability to kill the Consciousness of a World.

Rowan was about to upgrade his Bloodline to brace against the remaining Soul of the god entering inside his Palace of Ice when the world around him trembled.

He narrowed his eyes and hurriedly pushed the 400,000 points of Soul into his bloodline to push it towards the peak of Incarnation, it was not possible to feed so much power to the bloodline at once, but he placed a consciousness to handle the massive changes happening to the Palace of Ice.

Eva began to scream in pain with the new wave of power tearing through her body, Rowan sent a message to her to bear with it, as it was no longer possible for him to slowly upgrade the bloodline because by all right he should have let her rest for some few hours if not days.

The consciousness he had freed up began concentrating on the new sensation he was receiving.