The Primordial Record

The Phoenix that appeared behind Fury was larger than when he entered Trion, as he had never stopped growing stronger even though he remained in this place, and he had already manifested two powerful Silver Grade Intent, of Fire and Force, and there seemed to be a third and more powerful Intent growing inside his heart.

Fury growled, "Watch your tone slave, or I will burn what remains of your broken kingdom to ash."

The Royal hand cocked his head to the side like a curious bird, "From where I stand, we are now both slaves, without your precious bloodline what are you to the gods of Trion?"

With a final mocking laugh, the Royal Hand vanished into the darkness leaving final words behind, "Prepare yourself, Prince of Fire, the Empress will be meeting with you in three months. I don't have to impress on you that your decision should have changed by the time she arrives. Merge with the Divine Spark of Kuranes, become a true Dominator once more, and accept your destiny."

Fury's rage died as suddenly as it appeared, the look in his eyes was a little lost, but he marshaled his thoughts and waited, in three months he would state his case. Surely his mother would hear him.

He had returned to Trion filled with elation, he wanted to return an Emperor in the making, he would display his powers of a Major God to his mother and then contest for the throne but he would not kill her, she would become his advisor, he would merge with Kuranes Divine Spark and ensure his legitimacy, becoming the first true Immortal Emperor of Trion.

His ambitions had been vast, but nothing less than what his supreme talents deserved. That had been his plan at first.

On his return to Trion was when he saw the truth, he was nothing but a pawn.

He could never become an Immortal Emperor, for the hunger of Kuranes was too vast, she did not want to share her powers, she only wanted to consume, and he was nothing but food for her to grow stronger in her competition with the other gods of Trion.

Fury had traveled to other places of power and in those places, every god would welcome an additional member to their rank, but the gods of Trion were different, they only sought to consume.

'Almost like Abominations!'

Fury shivered, he kept fighting with the thoughts inside of him that he was nothing but food to his Primogenitor, and becoming a god was simply to make him a more juicy delight.

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Circe's eyes were closed as she floated in mid-air carried by a dense sheet of ice and wind whilst surrounded by lightning. The three elements moved in harmony around her, and she appeared similar to her previous appearance although her appearance was more regal befitting her status as an Earth god.

Behind her was her Incarnation and previously it was of a young girl holding a flute, now the Incarnation transformed into a woman with two faces.

The first face belonged to a woman that resembled Circe, and the second face was at the back of her head covered by her long blue hair which was the face of a man that had a striking similarity to the god Boreas.

Every now and then the Incarnation would rotate her head and when she did her body would transform to that of a man, and the face would be of Boreas.

The only thing of note on the Incarnation was a tattoo of a silver eye on both their foreheads.

Circe had been taking deep measured breaths for a while and then she suddenly opened her eyes and drew the surrounding elements to herself, creating a robe made of the three elements that was soon indistinguishable from a lovely silk dress.

She whispered to herself,

"I feel like I'm at the edge of an explosion, everything is supercharged and my heart is beating a thousand times a second. The world has become nothing but dust and shadows and my very breath can crush the stars. Yet it feels as if all of that is compressed inside me, an ungodly pressure keeping all that power in check, and with every breath I take that power keeps building and building as if it would grow forever, yet that wall, that pressure, effortlessly holds it all in place. I should go mad with all of this energy building inside of me, yet I know I can take more… much more. What have you made of me Rowan?"

The voice of Rowan was low as if his mind were on other things, but his reply was straightforward, "As amazing as this might sound to you, what you are feeling is real. You have become more Circe, and I'm taking you to still receive more power, for the task I have for you, nothing short but supreme power would be needed."

" Of course, there is always a price, but for powers like this. I think I will pay ten times over for whatever you ask."

" Be careful of your wishes Circe, for I will take all you can give me and I shall ask for more. My appetites are not easily sated. There is so much inside of you that I cannot show you yet, because your Soul is too weak to handle that level of information, but this weakness will not remain for long."

"There is always a price to pay for powers like this. What would you have me do?"

Rowan's voice was like a whip and Circe found herself staying extremely still as a statue, listening to every word.

"What happens next shall be fast, when the battle starts it shall be unceasing. I have finished making a greater portion of my plans and it is time we began. We shall be at the capital city Aroth in three days. You shall find the closest temple of Boreas, reveal your status as an Earth God, and proceed to its inner sanctum, and in there we shall make our move."

Circe breathed out, suddenly feeling a brief flash of panic because in an instant she had felt the true intention of Rowan and it nearly made her scream. There was nothing human inside, it was just cold and calculating, almost as if it was the mind of a blade.

She stammered, "So, it's about to begin. The war."

"Circe, this war started long before either you and I were born, I'm just here to end it"