The Primordial Record

Chapter 1879: The Light of Lumina… (1)

Circe immediately froze the entire planet; time and space were under her complete control here, and nothing happened except she permitted it to happen, and she had never agreed for bones to rain down from her heavens.

She began preparing for battle. Anything that could go against her Will inside her seat of power meant danger, and her first thought was to contact Rowan, but she hastily squashed that idea. If, for any reason, the enemy that entered her realm was a Primordial, and this was most likely the case, then hastily summoning Rowan without fully understanding the scale of the threat would be placing him in danger.

Circe would rather die than give the enemy the chance to kill her lord using her as the bait. No matter what happened next, what was important to her was gathering valuable information and finding a reliable method of bringing it to Rowan’s attention.

Which was not a particularly difficult thing to do for her with the connection she had with him inside her soul. Throwing one last glance at her husband and her children, Circe ascended into the skies and hesitated a moment before sending out a net of lightning to catch the falling bones.

However, as if the bones were a mirage, they slipped through her net, and Circe shook her head in indignation. If stopping time did not stop these bones, why did she think her net would be able to do the same thing?

This was clearly the result of a higher-dimensional rule at play here, and even as an Old One, she was not suited to understand or resolve it, but she did not give up and vanished to reappear again under the falling bones. Circe might not understand the mysteries behind the higher dimension, but she was not helpless.

Holding the Will and bloodlines of Trion within her body for so long had mutated her flesh and soul, not only granting her the power to reach the ninth-dimensional level in time, but also the trait of holding higher-dimensional forces within her.

Simply put, she could carry powers that were far beyond her present capabilities, and although she could not harness those powers, she could keep them contained.

Rowan’s powers and Will interacted differently on different individuals, and even if he used the same technique on someone else, the chance they would possess the same abilities as Circe was slim to none.

Waiting for the bones to reach her position, Circe was already crafting data packets to be sent forward in time. They contained her observations and all the step-by-step explanations about what she was about to do, and if possible, everything she experienced as she readied herself to contain the falling bones inside her.

They were not much, barely more than a thousand, and from her observation, resembled broken pieces of dried bones from different mortal creatures; none of them were complete, but no mortal bone could enter her realm and shrug aside her laws.

Taking in long breaths that were unnecessary, Circe drew the bones into her body, and for a moment, she fell as if even this, her strange talent, would fail her as the bones kept passing through her body before they began to slow down.

However, before her consciousness could begin to understand what she had just taken into her body, all the bones dissolved, and she was struck by a profound sense of pain and a memory that left her panting in shock. Thankfully, neither lasted long; the pain disappeared rather quickly, but also the memory.

It felt as if the memory would have remained if she were only able to endure through the pain, but this was not the sort of pain that anyone was meant to survive.

Circe looked around her for a moment and then decided to wake up from her slumber. This matter had exceeded her understanding, and she needed to find Rowan.

®

When he awoke, for a moment, Rowan did not know how long he had slept inside the cave; his thoughts were blurry, as he experienced what it would be like to be a mortal, and not just any mortal, but one that was nearing the end of their life.

He felt feverish and fragile, as if a slight breeze was enough to stuff out his life, and within all of that sickness was a profound feeling of violation, as if a dirty hand filled with all sorts of corruption was rummaging its way through his guts and fingers were trying to dig into his brain from his eye sockets.

Rowan knew that this was the poison in his flesh from the boy trying to warp his body into something that it was not. He did not know how much blood he had shed before passing out, but from the number of lives he had collected, he could be assured that the boy had feasted till he had his fill.

Slowly, over the course of weeks, Rowan’s faculties returned to something much more bearable. He discovered that while he had not shrunk, as he was still as tall as a mountain, his body had become shriveled, resembling bones wrapped in a thin layer of skin; even his hair and nails had fallen off. His eyes were so sunken inside his sockets that he could be termed a living skeleton.

“So, you are really what you eat,” an old and lazy voice called out from the distance, “Or in your situation, you have become what is eating you.”

Rowan relied before looking up, “And you are one of those who came to the feast, are you not?” Then a shrug, “It does not matter, I am still here and my Will remains unbroken.”

His gaze settled on the boy, who was no longer a boy but now a youth of about fifteen years old. Pale green eyes, like a tepid swamp, and black lips set against a soft face, yet with the appearance of a corpse, made looking at this youth cause a feeling of wrongness to assault Rowan’s spirit. If he were still capable of a mortal’s expression of disgust, Rowan would have been puking out his guts at the sight of the boy.

“Ah, it took you long enough to acknowledge who I was, or did you think your pathetic attempt to warp End into your Will would last?” the boy sneered as he saw the look in Rowan’s eyes; the familiarity and the disgust within them could not be hidden from him.

“You are Enoch,” Rowan spat, “And the fact that I am here with you and possess an agency of my own is all the answer that I am willing to give. My Will remains even in your paradise.”

“Paradise… he says paradise…” the boy laughed, and then he screamed, “What fucking paradise?! Have you ever seen the Light of Lumina or heard the sound of the Abhimha? You have never known paradise, and this facade that remains for so long has blinded you all from the truth that I have spent so long trying to return.”

“I do not understand your words, Enoch.” Rowan shot back, “You speak of things I do not know or care about, and if you want to change this, then tell me of this, your paradise?”