The Primordial Record

Rowan scrutinized the pulsating tentacles and noticed that the white pus like substance it was secreting was reducing in volume and the tentacle was beginning to shrink, perhaps whatever methods the god was using to nourish the tentacle was now gone with his death, and now it would soon disperse.

When it did and this creature died, then the gaze of Boreas would be unleashed on this world. Knowing the state of Erohim when Rowan killed him, and the very fact that his first confrontation with a god barely lasted a fraction of a second, yet he was still feeling the effects even until this moment, he knew that even a god at full power was not something he could touch.

This was bad news. Rowan did not panic, after all this time, the presence of death was concerning to him, but it did not bother him, but he took his time to evaluate the rate of the tentacle creature's depletion and realized it would take at least an hour before it was all gone.

That was enough time, he intended to be far away from the planet in ten minutes.

The real question, however, was: What was Erohim hiding from the Boreas Family that was severe enough to cooperate with the number–one enemies of the gods? Why would the Demons care about a god on the verge of death anyway?

Rowan's eyes lit it. All roads pointed to the crumbling Divine Kingdom, it was the last safe harbor for the god, and whatever secrets that he was hiding would be there. He had already traveled every part of this world, and even its moons had nothing of value that he could find.

Before he left, Rowan looked around the place, the skull of the god had been scrapped until there was hardly anything left, it no longer had any value, or so he thought, but his Knowledge Well was discovering hundreds of unknown materials and energies inside the skull.

There were the tiniest fragments that were left behind of Erohim's true might, it would serve as a valuable source of information and power to him, when it was analyzed and understood, also the Spike used to pierce through the head of Erohim was made from an exceptional material.

He collected all that, also leaving the Anima behind, even though he was tempted to slice a part of, but he would rather not awaken the god in advance.

This Berserker Clone faded away as another consciousness went to sleep. It was time for battle.

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The moment Fury stepped into the fallen god Divine Kingdom, he was astonished by how bereft it was. There was hardly any trace of any Divine Force, even the size of it was so small, it was clear that the Bacchus Family had plundered this god even beyond the edge of death, and only its inherent divinity kept him alive.

Fury knew nothing was more insulting to a god than desecrating their Divine Kingdom, and they would be blood enemies to whomever goes against their sanctity. Whatever happened here had gone beyond the extent of just desecration, this was plunder.

Fury smirked, "To the winner goes the spoils."

The only thing noteworthy about this Divine Kingdom was the weak sensation of an Aura Field that had been merged with the Divine Kingdom, it was a failed attempt to make an Aura Field, but it was still an admirable attempt by the Boreas Family, countless lives and Spirit had been merged with the Divine Kingdom over the millennia and sealed with the gods Dominion over ice.

Although Fury expected something much more violent when he entered the Divine Kingdom due to the Aura Field escaping into the universe, he was surprised about how docile the Divine Kingdom was heading towards death. Perhaps the Boreas Family failure was more severe than he thought.

Yet the minor remnants of the Aura Fields should still be very valuable to some Dominators, but it was useless to Fury, who had the entire resource of the Empire Aura Fields in his grasp, besides this was not what he came here for.

The winds of chaos had already begun eating this world and Fury began to doubt he would find any trace of a Divine Spark Nucleus down here, but then the ground bulged up as if the death of the Divine Kingdom was causing it pain and Fury gasped in amazement when he saw a long serpentine body emerge from the ground.

The long rows of crystal-like spine on its body were glinting in the fading light, and the sensation of power emanating from its form was so intense and total in its absoluteness that it left Fury stunned. Its beauty rivaled anything he had ever seen before.

"What sort of creature was that?"

His amazement had not ended, and then he saw another, and another, until there were six of them, their multiple eyes disregarded him, as they feasted on the remains of the crumbling Divine Kingdom, a massive amount of Divine earth and trees and waters rose and entered their mouths as the surrounding space quaked.

Fury's eyes had been opened to the wonders of the universe at a young age, and unlike most of his peers in the second and third great circle, Fury was someone who had walked and dined with the gods themselves, he had lived with the mythical phoenixes—Divine Beings of great power that could rival and surpassed gods, he had seen great feats of powers and creatures the size of planets, yet he had never seen anything like them before.

It was not in the sheer power and beauty of their form that enraptured Fury, it was the uncomfortable sensation of "realness" these massive serpentine creatures exuded from their every move, it was as if they were so tangible that everything around them became unreal.

They reminded him of the gods with this trait, it was of something so potent that nothing else matters. This observation distracted Fury enough that when a certain portion of the Divine Kingdom crumbled and a broken palace was revealed, it took some time for him to fully realize that the object of his desires had been revealed.

The Divine Palace of Erohim.