The Primordial Record

Rowan's head cocked to the side, as he looked towards the left, the three Ouroboros Serpents he had sent to kill Scarvros were done, and Rowan was suspicious that the man had no Spatial Artifact, but after musing on it for a while, Rowan placed the reason because of the presence of Realms.

He had spectated the entire battle and part of the energies the man was flinging about, especially the Green Wind, felt very different from techniques related to Ability Runes.

He did not use any Aether to power these techniques, and he seemed to be able to call up a massive amount of wind at his choosing without any pause.

Rowan did not let this victory get to his head. This was only a Guardsman, and he was likely among the weakest among Second Circle Dominators. A true member of the Boreas bloodline would have powerful weapons and abilities far above Scarvros, and it was likely that a Dominator at that level would pose a threat to him.

Knowing with his current Avatar of Eve bloodline he was safe, he commanded the Ouroboros Serpents, even the ones with him, to begin hunting every beast on the planet.

With the addition of his second bloodline he needed Soul Points and Energy, and he expected in less than a month, his Serpents would have gathered all the energy and Soul points he needed to bring his powers to the next level.

The moment his activated his Legendary Technique, it would likely shake the entirety of Trion. He would need to thoroughly prepare as he anticipated an earth-shattering battle was waiting for him on the horizon.

Rowan stood up from his throne and dissipated it, and he began moving towards the convoy. He began placing Soul points into the Avatar of Eve bloodline, ten at a time.

As he did, he saw the palace tremble in his Mental Space and many small changes began happening around it.

Using the unique method to split his senses, he entered into the Origin Treasure of Ohrox the Prince of Destruction. It was time for answers, and resources.

First he had to assume that every question he asked the Oracle would be recorded and shown to the true leaders of the Covenant.

He had not forgotten the fact that Alushan—the leader of the Covenant had said they were all chosen for the task of assaulting Trion; that meant, they were glorified henchmen.

Unlike when he was panicking and asking impromptu questions to the Oracle, he had to think before he leapt. Granted, he had no idea what his bloodline could evolve into when it began consuming Primordial Aether that was linked to Darkness, he had not expected this.

The dreams he had before he even opened the Primordial Record felt more like messages. Was it possible for his bloodline to leave messages and hints to him in the past?

Rowan no longer disputed any of his assumptions, with the types of powers he was dealing with, he had to safely assume that nothing was off the table.

He did not hear all the explanations for what an Anima was the first time, so he should ask once more and be clear about what it was.

Also, the Resources given to him should be very useful, seeing as the only thing blocking his continual growth was the energy he needed to activate his Legendary bloodline technique.

In an hour's time, he returned to the convoy, and refused his meal for the evening, because of their long days and night, people in Jarkarr ate ten times in a day, and he promised Olga he would join them in the next meal five hours later.

Rowan soon settled into his room, the chair no longer feeling that comfortable for him any longer, and he wished to sit in his Throne, but doing that would kill every mortal in this convoy due to its chill.

He wiggled on his chair, until he settled on a position he could tolerate, and he looked towards the table, where two objects waited for him. A Slate and a Spatial Ring. Before he delved into it, however, he called Diane and gave her a written message to deliver to Circe.

She wanted to talk to him, but perhaps she was aware that he was occupied, and so she smiled and left. Rowan looked at her departing form for a while before he returned to the Spatial Ring, if she had not detected the change in his body, then it means he had masked his new bloodline well enough.

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Circe bit her lips, the mystery man had returned from his hunt. Erohim had returned and now, he was no longer in the twenties, he was now number seven on the list.

This change brought a kind of pressure to her Spirit, as she knew he had most likely killed the horde descending towards them a few weeks from now. She should have been ecstatic because she would have fulfilled her duties and brought almost all her wards with her with no losses.

But things had changed, the man responsible for all these, had made a request, although that was what he said, she knew it was a command, he had asked how long before the Great Storm began, and she replied in six months time, and then his second message was for her to slow down the Convoy as much as possible.

Maybe it was for him to be able to hunt more creatures before they reached the underground city? So, it was a straightforward request with no drawbacks, after all, he could easily protect the Convoy from any threats that might crop up due to their increased stay on the road.

But Circe's intuition that she always trusted was making her apprehensive, she suddenly had an urge to flee the convoy, and she dismissed it for a while, but then Nana opened the door to her office and sat down. She was the only one who could enter her office without announcing herself.

Nana bought out seven different sealing Runes, a luxury mostly afforded to members of the Boreas family, and as she activated each one, the office became increasingly isolated until it appeared as if she and Circe were inside a dark room.

The sealing Runes were even suppressing the light, and it isolated them thoroughly, it was almost as if they were in another space. Through all this, Circe watched her with an arched brow. Nana did not do anything without a valid reason, and her actions were increasing the feeling of dread since the message from their mystery guest arrived.

"I assume you've seen the current lists on the Nemesis board? He is killing so much faster now, it is almost unreal." Nana said while bringing out a cracked medallion from her Storage Artifact.

"Yeah, amazing isn't it Nana. Yet, he just sent a message to me right now that we should delay the speed of our Convoy and extend the duration of the trip for as long as possible. I am thinking of declining that request."

"That my dear, would be a mistake." Nana slowly said, and her eyes shifted to the cracked medallion she was holding.

Circe cocked her head to the side, "You believe we should obey him in this?"

"It's not what I believe we should do, my dear. It's what we must do." Nana seemed to gather herself before speaking again, "Scarvros is dead! His Oathstone kept with me shattered an hour ago. I cannot tell how he died, but it was not quick, and he was in despair."

"That old fossil finally kicked it? That is sad news, but I fail to see how that concerns this issue on the ground." Circe said, as she frowned.

Nana sighed, "Scarvros is a cautious man, but I have known him for a long time. He may have thought he hid it from me, but I know he recognized Erohim when he saw him. He could hardly sit still before he ran off, so these tell me two things."