The Primordial Record

He heard a loud groan, and the god began to stir, his body shifted and the motion caused earthquakes, as the tortured planet began to bleed out its core into the universe, and Rowans body was covered in tonnes of lava and precious metals that were vented into space. 

Boreas began standing up uncovering his back to Rowan's sight, and it was revealed he was not unharmed as Rowan had initially thought. Whatever had happened in those seconds he was not aware of had been deadly, for Boreas Spine had been ripped from his body, and was hanging by small strands of muscles on his neck.

Such a catastrophic wound could as well be a mild annoyance for the god as Boreas shoved his spine back into his body, his eyes became filled with light and fury and he raised one hand towards the heavens, and he made a grabbing motion towards the stars.

His said a single word, "Ravnos."

The entire space around Jarkarr for countless millions of miles went dark with an enormous storm cloud that covered even the nearest planets closer to Jarkarr, as the battle on the planet appeared to be spreading all over the Empire.

If his actions could be killing untold billions of lives on those planets covered by the storm cloud meant anything to Boreas, he did not show as he unleashed his power.

The grandest lightning bolt Rowan had ever seen stretching for millions of miles in length gathered all over the endless span of space around Jarkarr as they were drawn from the countless storm clouds Boreas had summoned in the universe.

They twisted like massive living snakes, the motion tearing apart space as if it was made from a brittle glass. The lightning bolt that was the length of millions of miles slammed down on the body of the frozen Third Prince, who at the end was still staring greedily at Rowan, even with all the commotion happening all around him.

Everything went white. Not only because of the impact and explosion, but because Boreas had sealed Rowan in ice.

His body was frozen, but his mind and senses were still aware, and he could witness the resulting devastation of that mother of all lightning bolts.

The planet that Boreas had just remade was fried to pieces, the untold billions of animal lives snuffed out in an instant, as the oceans vaporized and mountains melted, the atmosphere expanded and combusted and the resultant flash from the impact was so bright, it could be seen thousands of light years away, even from outside the Empire.

In that single moment, every mortal, every Dominator and countless eyes of gods, demons, and many other fantastical beings turned to this location.

Now, that's a fuc*ing lightning bolt! If Rowan could talk, he would be screaming right now.

The planet turned into a shriveled husk, and Boreas still kept his hands up and he made another summoning as he grabbed the air again, "Ravnos!" Another lightning bolt was created above him, as the storm clouds that extended into the universe rumbled, and Rowan could see inside the storm clouds brief flashes of detonations, it should be the many worlds caught inside Boreas techniques that were burning!

The act of Boreas going all out was killing life around him on a massive scale.

Without any fanfare, he sent it hurtling down towards his target and another bright flash of light shone out which was shortly followed by a rumble that shook the far away sun, nearly shifting or from its fixed position.

 The only reason Rowan was not dead and was still witnessing this godly might, was because Boreas ice was keeping him protected, not because of the goodness of the god's heart, but he was seen as a strategic asset, clearly there was history here that he was not aware of as his so-called father was a greater menace than he could have ever known.

The second lightning bolt destroyed what was left of the planet, and a third lightning bolt was created and on its way, as Boreas growled, "Ravnos!"

Even though his body was frozen, Rowan's nerves were still electrified by the massive amounts of power being sent out by Boreas. The electricity he was generating had gone beyond all concepts of measurement in volts, as he must be unleashing at the barest minimum trillions of volts.

The plasma trail from the lightning bolt Boreas was sending down from the heavens was leaving trails of gleaming blue streaks through the darkness outside space that were slowly healing and closing up, as the space around Jarkarr had collapsed into chaos, exposing the darkness outside the material universe. 

The area the Third Prince was trapped in had now turned into a lake of electrified plasma that was shining so bright, and emitting so much heat, it could as well be a sun.

The power Boreas was pushing out was beyond what he thought an Anima of a god should be capable of, after all, they were just a small part of the god, perhaps even less than one percent of their total capabilities. The Demon Prince hardly posed a challenge to the Third Prince, unlike Boreas, who was tearing reality apart.

Perhaps there was a reason why Trion was not just besieged by one Supreme worlds but two. Was it possible that the gods of Trion were different from other gods? More powerful? It seemed to be the case from the demonstration he was seeing here, or maybe the area around the Empire was the home ground of the gods and they could then unleash more powers as a result?

All his questions were placed to the side, when another lightning bolt was sent into that raging, electrified pool of plasma. It began to expand and Boreas stopped his grabbing gesture, and held both hands towards the dense ball of plasma and he made a squeezing gesture and it began to compress, with the wave of his other hand, massive chains of ice began covering the compressing ball of plasma.

From inside that maelstrom of deadly energies, he could hear the angered roar of the Third Prince, "I have had enough with the damned lightning bolts!"