The Primordial Record

Vraegar shouted, "Lady of Shadows, I bring warning."

Eva turned to the dragon in annoyance, but after remembering the task he was given she tempered her wrath, "Report!" she said to him.

"They are beginning to draw closer to the Divine Palace."

Eva frowned, she could not tell why the Children of Ruin were following the Divine Palace, she left it alone because until now they had caused no disturbance and she did not have the force to challenge them, this new movement from them was disturbing, for they could not have picked a worse timing.

she turned to Vraegar, "Stand at the Million-mile mark and let none of them get past you. Hold them with your dead body if that is the last thing you are able to do."

Vraegar growled in anger, he was about to leave when Eva said, "Erudiel, join him and make sure nothing goes through you. We need three minutes." Erudiel flew over and tapped the snout of the dragon, "Let us go."

Eva had already devoted all the spare Aether she could harvest from Rowan into a defensive formation around this chamber; if the Children of Ruin attacked, it would not be enough to stop them, but it could delay for seconds, and that could be the difference between victory and defeat.

She turned back to Rowan and watched his growing body which was at a thousand feet now, each loud blast from his body represented a new seeded world, and there were now 35 of those blasts. A ridiculous number for such a short time, but not fast enough.

Reducing the escorting Angel by one, Eva began seeding Worlds, 15 at a time, this was her bottom line, and she would not go any lower.

Devoting most of her attention to the Worlds about to be seeded, she kept monitoring each of the processes, when it reached 50 Worlds, the tension in her heart did not reduce but increased, they were nearing the threshold.

140 Worlds were the absolute maximum Rowan needed to quickly wake up; he could wake up using 70 Worlds, but he was a perfectionist.

She briefly went through the message from Erudiel, who informed her that the children of Ruin stopped at three million miles from the Divine Palace, there were no aggressive movements from them, in fact, the atmosphere around them seemed to be solemn as if they were waiting for something.

"I don't care if they are dogs wagging their tails, keep them at the million miles mark."

The number of Seeded Worlds reached 80, and Rowan began to stir, underneath his eyelids were movements, his eyes were beginning to move, and it was possible to see lightning flashing beneath his closed sockets.

At 100 Seeded Worlds, the Ouroboros Serpents began to awaken, on Rowan's chest, you could see their faces pressed against his skin, as dull roars that sounded utterly alien came from their maws.

At 120 Seeded Worlds, Rowan's mouth opened and a sleepy Ouroboros Serpent with a single eye came out from his mouth. This was the first Ouroboros Serpent and in many ways, it was the strongest.

It was in a reduced size yet it was still longer than 5,000 feet (1.52 kilometers), the crystalline crown on its head and spine seemed to be reflecting a light from another age, and it shook its head and began circling Rowan's body, its massive head came to rest on his shoulders, and the Ouroboros Serpent roared.

In short order, the remaining five Ouroboros Serpents escaped from Rowan's mouth, and they coiled around him, their massive bodies hovering in the air and producing arcane patterns that made reality twist.

Each seeded world brought astonishing changes to their bodies and their sleepy eyes were becoming brighter. The savagery in their blood was rousing and they roared.

The Worlds reached 140, and the heat from Rowan's body retreated and a chill took its place, he took a long breath and Rowan's golden eyes opened.

"My sun sets, only to rise again."

A golden light pierced from his crown tore through the Divine Palace and shot into the universe.

"Creator," Eva whispered.

All his Angels bowed before him in every world they were in. Even Nezrakim and Dora on the far-off battlefield in Trion stopped and looked to the west, and they bowed and worshiped.

An ephemeral force swept through the entire Divine Palace and every mortal was pressed to the ground.

Rowan's eyes were still in a daze, and in another second steadied, and he brought forth one of his palms and took Eva up.

"Creator, what…"

That was all she could say before Eva screamed in pain.

At the moment of his awakening, Rowan did not waste a single moment. He was already at the peak of Incarnation in the Avatar of Eve Bloodline, he immediately began ascending to the second Great Circle.

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Fury Kuranes had been waiting for eight months for a council with the reigning ruler of Trion.

Which was not a long time to wait for the Empress of Trion. There was a waiting list for centuries from the many worlds and even gods who wanted her ears.

Fury knew he would have to wait for at least three years for her to answer him, and he had been seated with his eyes closed for months now, the only indicator he was alive was that he would breathe every week or so.

He felt a soft tap on his wrist and his eyes flew open, a brief burst of surprise went through his heart before he saw who nudged him, and his astonishment that someone could get this close to him without noticing was eased, after all, it was this person.

The Royal Hand for the Throne.

Whatever this person was, he was nameless, but he had served every single Emperor and Empress and had been behind the throne for all these endless years.

His voice always felt familiar to anyone who heard it. For Fury, the voice sounded like the Phoenix queen who helped him to understand his summoning ability.

"The Empress would hear you now."