The Primordial Record

Chapter 720 The Priests of The Storm God

\'what do fuck was she doing in the battles between titans like these?\'

The distance shrunk under her feet, as the wind gave her legs wings, but she did not move too quickly as she prepared herself internally letting the weight of this moment sink in.

She emerged beneath the shadow of the Anima, and the brilliant light of the twisting skies of the capital entered her view and she swallowed once more, stunned by the sights and the magnificent temple before her.

"This is such a shame. Aroth is a glorious city, and no matter how much you hold back, you shall destroy its magnificence."

The voice of Rowan sneered, "There is nothing magnificent about this place. It is rotten to the core, and the surface has just been painted with a small coat of polish."

"I beg to differ, perhaps the gods might be corrupted, but the energy of the city… Can you not feel it, Rowan?"

"Your sights are still too shallow Circe, and the walls that divide life and death, the present and the past are still firm in your spirit. Trion is a lake of fire, and in this city, these people are all surviving on a small island in this lake. They may live like this world is everything, but the truth is that they were placed here to be a distraction."

"I don\'t want to believe that to be the case."

"Your beliefs mean nothing before the face of truth. Although there is truth to what you say, I fear that for me destruction is the only answer I can come up with. The depths of the corruption my enemy had wrought on this land are so deep, if it is not destroyed, it would infect everything it touches. I will do my best to limit the pain, but I will destroy everything made by his hands."

Circe was quiet for a while before she perked up, it would seem that she was eager to settle all her affairs in case she died in this expedition, which was most likely to be the case, for she knew that if it came to it, she would not be surprised if Rowan sacrificed her for his cause.

He may be easy to talk to sometimes, and even teasing him could be fun, but there was something so cold inside of him that made a part of her ache. No matter how powerful he was, she thought that he was broken.

"There is something I have always wanted to ask you, I believe I did raise this question about you before, but your answers were not satisfactory and that urge to know that truth has never left me, but has grown stronger with everything that I have watched you do."

She paused and licked her lips in nervousness, "Who are you… really? You are not Erohim, that\'s a whole load of bullshit and you never claimed that name, nor are you a god, or if you are then you must be one that is so powerful that you should be called a God King or maybe a God Emperor. Are you a Demon or an Angel?"

She quietly whispered to herself, "Are you even…real?"

Rowan quickly replied and once again she cursed the fact that she could not see his face, it was nearly impossible to read any sort of emotions from his tone,

"I have waited for you to ask this question for a long time, and you chose this moment before the battle to ask?"

"A girl needs some time to reveal her true intentions, Rowan, you know we can be quite fragile."

"There are many words I can use to describe who you are Circe, and fragile is not one of them. Yet this is not the time to tell you who I am, because you are far too weak, and knowing of me would corrupt your nature as a Dominator, and that would ruin my plans, but I can tell you something."

Circe was silent, waiting for the hammer to drop, when the reply came it was almost silent but it gave her a weird strength as if knowing more about him made this fight easier to bear because like her this war for him was personal.

"You and I are Kin. You can think of me as the brother to your true Ancestor, not the depraved imposter who sits on his throne."

"Family right… no war can be more bloody." Circe muttered.

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As Circe neared the gate of the temple, she began seeing its priests. Thousands of them lined both sides of the walkway in their voluminous robes of blue and white, their heads shaved and their eyes closed as they chanted.

Their voices came together to create a deep tune like the rumble of thunder and the soft sigh of the wind, and the presence of Circe did not disturb them from their state of meditation.

She reached the closed gate of the temple where she was stopped by a gigantic priest who was eighteen feet tall. He lowered his large head and looked at her and Circe noticed that his eyes had been scooped away from the sockets, leaving a deep darkness behind that flashed intermittently with a blue light as if lightning was trapped inside his skull.

"Welcome Daughter of the Storms." The priest said, "You stand before the mighty gate of the God of Storms, within your breast I sense the ferocity of the storm that is still tempered to… perfection." the gigantic priest\'s voice became colored with amazement.

Circe regarded the priest who was surprisingly a Dominator at the Earth God level, she bowed in acknowledgment to his words but remained silent.

The priest nodded, his inquiry did not go any further, he could not refuse a child of Boreas to his temple, and for such a talented child, it would be a waste to not bring her into the service of the god.

He made a motion and the massive gate standing more than a thousand feet tall and fifty feet thick began to slowly open,

"Welcome to the home of your Primogenitor, let every heavy burden you carry be laid to rest at his mighty gate."