The Primordial Record

Chapter 744 The End of Days

The answer to all those questions would be in the head of his father who had gone missing after the battle at Jarkarr, the gods had been searching all over for him but to no avail. Somehow the idea of that man hiding himself with so many monumental events transpiring struck Rowan as dangerous.

If his father had truly gained a soul, then he was no longer just a Reflection, but a new form of life, in that case, Rowan would have to adjust his mindset on how to deal with him. Because if he owned a soul, it made him much weaker to Rowan\'s influence.

A Reflection was dangerous to Rowan because it would be very difficult to trace their movements and Circe might be infected with a Reflection but it would be difficult for Rowan to find out if the Reflection chooses to hide deep enough, but with a soul… he would be at an advantage.

Rowan shelved these thoughts for later, as plans to understand the full background of the hidden conflicts began to blossom in his mind, he continued the memory and listened to the God King more closely than even the gods here were doing, except Minerva, she acted nonchalant, but her eyes were the most focused among all of them.

The presence of this goddess meant he would adjust his plans again, Minerva was a wild card, and he would not be able to kill her as easily as he did Boreas. Rowan decided to leave her for the last.

The eerie voice of the God King rang out in the silence of the hall,

"Your wait has been rewarded and your patience has led to our victory." He adjusted his posture with a feline grace so that he was no longer leaning back on the throne and sat forward, almost as if he were a leopard that was about to pounce.

"A recent event has opened a new path for me that I had once thought to be impossible. Our great enemy has made a grievous mistake and revealed too much of his hand and his treasure also."

He slammed his hand against the side of his throne, tearing a chunk from the wood, and it was revealed that inside the throne was filled with pus and fat maggots, for the wood was rotting,

That movement caused Rowan to notice a pair of branches that had pierced into the spine of the God-king, like the tentacles of an octopus. Rowan paused the images and noticed a subtle exchange of power happening.

Half of the branches were pumping green energy of life into the body of the God King while the other half were draining yellowish pus that stank of rot and death.

If he was not mistaken, this throne must be the only reason that the God King was alive. He was sitting on a metallic throne in the past, but he had to change it to preserve himself for as long as possible.

The wounds given to him must be so grievous that such abundant life force from the body of the Empyrean of Life was not enough to save him, only slowing down his rate of decay, keeping this shambling monstrosity of hate in a state beyond life and death.

Rowan signed, \'Trion is filled with nothing but Abominations.\'

"He would not be allowed to retrieve it!" The God King roared, "The presence of that trickster was within my calculation, he wears my skin, but he does not follow my will. Be calm and watch, and let us come together like never before. Put aside the petty quarrels that have splintered us for so long, for our Ascension and freedom are before us all. Are you ready to seize it? It shall be the greatest battle of our existence, but our victory is assured."

So much information in such a few words, if his father had left Trion without a powerful Treasure that the God King had now seized, then this should mean that he was going for something much more powerful. With the God King previously saying that the end of days was near, it meant events may be proceeding faster than Rowan had anticipated, and perhaps his present powers may not be able to handle whatever calamity was on the horizon.

There was never enough time for him, from one calamity to another, he would have to rapidly put out this fire before it turned into a conflagration that would burn him to ash alongside everyone else. As far as he knew this universe was still very young, barely twenty billion years old, and it should have many trillions of years left in its lifespan, what should necessitate the end of days?

"What does that mean going forward," Tiberius growled, drawing Rowan\'s attention back to the memory.

Rowan\'s gaze turned towards the God of War, the air of menace rippling from his muscular body was intense, he resembled a machine made for battle and slaughter and not even a god, and he would be a powerful warrior in his own right, but he was not a concern, everything he heard now from the God King was more important,

The God King chuckled, his mirth was a thing of horror, exposing a thick black tongue that did not move even while he spoke, the dead should have no right to be laughing,

"It means I can now move more freely at this moment. The leash over Bloodline Elevation is gone. Let your descendants begin to shine bright. Let the light of Trion begin to rise!"

Kuranes gasped in pleasure, "Are we free to become?..."

"Indeed my brothers and sisters," The God King loudly replied, "before the great war begins, the least among you should be a God King, only then would you become free of your vault!"

\'Oh, it was a good thing I arrived at this time,\' Rowan thought, fighting a group of God Kings without the weakness of their vaults would be a challenge that would distract him from the true dangers of Trion.