The Primordial Record

Trion was a vast world, and because they could not use their flight ability to reach the battlefield in a timely manner, they had to slowly make their way across the planet.

It was a testament to the resourcefulness of the Angels that they were able to reach the battlefront in just two years and possessed two bodies.

With their Angelic Senses, they could detect the disturbance ahead even without using their sight, the battles being fought triggered the primal battle lust inside the blood of the Angels and Dora found herself licking her lips as she peered deeper into the Continent that was shrouded by twilight.

For the little information she could grasp using the senses of the Dominator she possessed, she saw that every battle here was intense, with multitudes of Mages, Demons, Dominators, and many other stranger powers fighting and dying every at every moment, but at least there was a semblance of reasoning that could be grasped by mortal minds.

Deeper into the battlefield was for powers that exceeded the Spirit Territory Realm, and true madness was the least of the dangers to be found there.

This road they were about to head through had been taken over by the Mages, and they had held it for the last fifty years, but with the new wave of Dominators pouring into the battlefield, they were beginning to break all the fortifications being held by the Demons and Mages, as an unchecked stream of bodies began to pile into the war.

This road would have never been considered as a route to the battlefield three years back, but now there were enough bodies to begin enclosing the entire two continents, as with each passing week, millions of Dominators were amassed and sent towards all the blockades around the continents.

The Empire had been hiding its fangs and biding its time all these while. The popular opinion for the reasons the Empire was beginning to pursue this war actively was linked to the battle at Jarkarr. Whatever had happened there must have completely angered the gods.

The full might of the Empire was unleashed and the result shook the entire galaxy.

The overall strategy of the Generals was to completely encircle the two continents and then begin to shrink inwards, mopping all resistance along the way.

Weaker Dominators were to be sent into the meat grinder in their hundreds of millions or even billions, until the way forward was clear for the true powerhouses to battle deeper into the continent.

"Are we ready to move?" Micah called out to the Dominators behind him.

The three hundred and thirty Dominators nodded their agreement to their leader, who brought a long whistle to his lips and blew out a long call.

All around the Dominators, numerous growls from invisible beasts began arising, they all looked around in confusion before noticing an army of wolfish beasts walking on two legs numbering in their hundreds appeared around them. The massive beasts seemed to grin at the Dominators before vanishing from sight.

The Incarnation State Dominators were all shaken by the appearance of the beasts, as an intense desire to acquire such abilities began burning inside their chest. Each of those beasts were at the Incarnation State, with a pair at the front who were at the second Great Circle.

The Horush Family could control beasts of all shapes and varieties. Their family geniuses could control thousands of beasts because of their innately vast Territories suitable for conceiving and evolving beasts.

Unlike other Noble Bloodlines, a Horush Family Dominator at the Second Great Circle had Territories that were three times larger than their counterparts. They could nourish massive hordes of beasts inside them, with the talented among them being able to fuse with many powerful beasts inside their Territory.

The task of this second circle Dominator was willing to ferry these three hundred plus Dominators across the threshold and into their allotted positions because he was also heading in the same direction.

This was not the only group heading towards the battlefield, the Tiberius Family encampment released well over twenty thousand Dominators to make their match across this road; they were all separated into groups, and not all groups were lucky enough to have a Second Circle Dominator as their leader.

These Dominators heading into the battlefield were among the new wave of Dominators who were all anxious to begin increasing their realms to new heights, as there was no longer any obstruction holding them back.

After the announcement that the Bloodline Lock had been lifted, there was an ever-growing wave of Dominators surging into the battlefield because, among other things, it was the greatest place to advance in all of Trion.

The endless battles by the gods and other powerful beings had not only created danger zones, but areas of incredible opportunities.

The Origin Treasure to control time was acquired by General Augustus Tiberius on the battlefield, so also were there many treasures scattered around the entire continents.

It was very possible for a lowly first circle Dominator to come in contact with treasures from beings of higher realms, even including gods. With such opportunities, it was easy to ascend to the heavens in a single step.

There were countless stories about geniuses who had mediocre bloodline or talents entering the battlefield and collecting profound inheritances and opportunities, allowing them to shed their mortal physique to that of a god. Tales of heaven shattering treasures that could allow the user to cross space and even time, even allow a mortal to battle a god.

This was just a small part of why the battlefield was very important to all parties in the war.

There was also the fact that the countless battles using so much reality breaking powers had created dense tides of Aether that seeped in from the void and beyond the material universe, boosting the amounts of Aether on the battlefield to impressive levels, it equals could only be found in certain locations inside a Supreme World.

The constant black clouds over the two continents were made from extremely violent tides of Aether that were incredibly viscous, that it was almost solid. Only Dominators of the Third Circle and above could move through them.

Just proceeding along the edge of the Battlefield would see an increase in the density of Aether in the environment and the deeper you enter into the battlefield, you would begin encountering areas called White Zones.