The Primordial Record

Aware of the empty eyes of the priest following her movements Circe progressed through the gate and entered the temple, and she immediately thought that she was walking among the clouds.

Indeed it was clouds filled with lightning that covered the ground and extended for miles, until even with the eyes of an Earth god, Circe could not see the end of the temple. There were mighty tornados filled with ice and lightning, some of them were so massive and powerful that they could shatter a Minor World.

The Central Temple of Boreas could only be accessed by the Earth god of the Boreas bloodline, and if you were not an Earth god, you would need the protection of one to survive here.

Massive blocks of ice shaped in various forms filled the insides of the temple and on it were figures of worshippers, some were praying, others sat together in deep discussion, and it was not hard to guess the reasons for that.

The new Emperor was about to be named and in the entirety of Trion there was no greater matter, and even in the temple of the gods, it was still to be brought up. Her eyes passed over a group of people and suddenly returned to the group, her breathing went fast for a little bit before returning to normal, and with a force of will she turned away, and her revenge would come soon.

Circe set her eyes forward and began to walk, stepping on a passing lightning bolt, it carried her until she reached the very center of the temple.

This area was filled with deep black clouds and powerful lightning bolts, even an Earth god would be wary of stepping into this region, but Circe did not pause, she entered and knelt, before genuflecting, her forehead touching the cold ground.

This was the last act of respect to her Primogenitor, and with a deep breath, she cast her Spirit into her Territory.

Her Territory was unlike anything she had ever known, it was empty like the void of space and was strangely filled with nothing but two drops of Aether, one resembled a black liquid and the other was shining with many colors like a rainbow.

Rowan had told her she would not need a Territory because she would be seizing the Divine Kingdom of Boreas, any Territory he created for her would be imperfect because he did not know the true state of Boreas' Divine Kingdom, and the second reason for this unique nature of her Territory was for her to be able to slip a part of his power into Boreas Divine Kingdom.

The first time she had seen the two drops of what she sensed was nothing but Aether, she had frowned not understanding how two drops of Aether would be enough to kill a god her Spirit had rushed to investigate, but common sense urged her to pause and reconsider her actions, nothing from Rowan was ever simple.

She had sent a single strand of her Spirit to explore and she had nearly died.

Circe had first analyzed the black Aether, her Spirit had not even come in contact with it and immediately she had felt an intense cold, and although she controlled the power of frost, this cold was different. It was as if she was plunging her entire Spirit into sub-zero ice, and to her horror, Circe found that her body had turned into black ice.

With a snort from Rowan, that condition had ceased and she spent hours inside her carriage gasping for breath, she was not foolish enough to investigate the second drop of Aether.

According to Rowan, the Aether of others were solid like grains, and Circe was familiar with that concept, her own Aether also took that form but was shaped like a snowflake, but Rowan's was different since his Aether appeared in the form of liquid, and he measured them by droplets.

So a single drop of his Aether should be equivalent to a single grain of Aether. This realization frightened Circe, as she knew each individual according to their talents could control between thousands and millions of grains of Aether at a time.

Surely that single drop of Aether should be enough to kill even a god, then what does it mean when Rowan had possibly millions of such Aether droplets inside his territory?

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Becoming a goddess turned out to be simple. Her body had become primed by Rowan to be perfect in every way. Her Incarnation surged forward and merged with her body, and her body began to open up like a man dying of thirst and going mad for a drop of water, but this time it was Aether that her body craved.

Normally this would be the time when the universe would have recognized her ascension and pure Aether would flood into her body and with it would come a Tribulation because she was robbing the great amount of resources from the universe and therefore she would need to be tested, to become an Immortal Soul was to rob the universe of its power over your death.

However, in her case, her body did not look to the universe for this resource for her heart opened up and a vast amount of pure Aether, flooded into her body and she gasped in pleasure as her state of being began to slowly elevate.

The most peculiar ascension to godhood began to take place inside Boreas temple as the kneeling figure of Circe appeared to be praying and there was no visible change in her body.

"For as I breathe… Circe?! I knew it was you, but I thought my eyes must be deceiving me."

Her heartbeat accelerated as she heard the slimy voice of the man she hated most in the world.

Rico alongside his father and other Boreas family members walked up to the kneeling Circe she looked at the leering face of the bastard and she closed her eyes.

"So this is what it truly means to hate someone with every fiber in your body,"

she whispered to herself as her body collapsed into dust and vanished leaving Rico and everyone else in shock as they used their Spirit to search for her.

Nana was at the back looking bewildered, if not for the fact that more than twenty people here saw Circe she would have believed she was dreaming, yet the fact that struck in the back of her throat was echoed by the furious Rico,

"It cannot possibly be that bitch, is it? That person was a fucking Earth god! Find her… find her, bring her to me! There is a sizable bounty on her head."