The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1107

Chapter 1107: Memories Of Fire (4)

As an Earth goddess, the Empress could heal from any physical wound to a degree, Malakith had taken the brunt of the blow, and although it was purely a concussive blast, the power that it contained was unfathomable, no Earth god would be able to survive it. Push anything to its extreme and they would become terrifying.

The Empress began to slowly heal from the damage, hands, legs, and a growing head emerging from the small ball of flesh. Her eyes were open wide in fright as they surveyed the damage before her in unquestionable shock.

There had once been a review by a Scholar that she sent to be killed not shortly after because she felt that he had too much time on his hands and wasted essential palace resources on

nonsense.

The Scholar had said that after several calculations he had after several rigorous calculations he determined that the defensive properties of the Royal Palace was equal to seven times the defensive state of the entire surface of Trion. Of course, the reason he made this finding was to pressure the palace to release more resources into the general defenses of the population.

Surveying the area around her in shock, she realized that if this blow had been struck against Trion itself, it would have shattered the entire world to pieces. Even the battle with Telmus was not this destructive, although granted Telmus controlled every iota of power he released, the Empress doubted if he would be able to release such power so easily, and with her experience in battle, she knew that this girl was not even accessing a fraction of her powers.

For so many years, countless people had looked upon her with awe and fear, and now she knew what that truly felt like. How old was this child?

The white-haired girl did not know what was going on in the mind of the Empress and she did not care, her eyes roamed to the second area that was relatively free of her influence and that was the area around Fury.

Except for his robes that were torn, he still appeared to be in good shape, but that was very far from the truth, only his intense willpower and powerful soul were enabling Fury to hold the pieces of his Divine Spark together, a tiny push and his soul could crumble to dust, even his present body could be destroyed by a stray gust of wind.

Fury knew that he was dead, every single power he had was drained and their roots shattered, everything he had struggled for and accumulated over the years was gone, and these shattered remnants were all that was left.

He was speechless, his thoughts were only focused on the words he had previously spoken to his mother where he had berated her for her weakness and yet here he was, on the verge of death from a casual blow by a mortal, and something someone else had told him a long time ago, that brother of his, called Rowan.

Fury had always felt that those words were nonsensical and every moment after that day on Jarkarr he had wanted to prove to that enigmatic figure that he was beyond him. Rowan had said to him:

"The road I walk on is beyond you. You seek to be beyond the gods themselves when you are nothing but their pawn."

'If only he could see me now, he would know that I am still a pawn, everything I had was given to me, and so, see how easy it was, to be taken away. Even by a mortal. I was not even fit enough to challenge you and bring you down. Ha, Rowan my brother, I doubt you would be able to take this blow, in this instance at least, me and you are equal.'