The Primordial Record novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 Clash of Titans

She stood up slowly as if she was a rusted robot going through a long forgotten motion, his perception wrapped around her body, and he could see the struggles she went through with every motion.

Her single muscles on her body were straining against what was inside her, and he could not help because the field surrounding her seemed indestructible to his perception.

Maeve had never given up, she continued fighting whatever was inside of her, Rowan thought that it was most likely whatever was inside her had been dormant, and when they saw his growing ability they sought to bring him to order, by controlling her actions.

Yet, they must have underestimated her Spirit, his painting showed that they had broken her body in countless places. She was not like him, the blows must have been extremely painful, but that did not stop her from fighting for a single instant, she had made a promise to him, and she would always persevere to keep it.

Maeve began to walk to one of the altars and Rowan once again held her shoulders, his voice was wrapped in fury, "Whoever you are, that dwells inside her body, release her, and I promise… of all my enemies, only you, will I not kill. Whatever games you are playing with her body stops now. She is not yours."

Yet, her movements did not stop, her steps were mechanical, and her eyes struggled inside her sockets. Rowan set his feet and made an effort to hold her.

His attempt to stop her movement was futile, even as she walked slowly, it was like trying to hold back a raging storm with your bare hands, her body was wrapped by an ephemeral force he could barely detect, and they stopped his hands from reaching her.

She continued speaking, it was as if it was all she could do, as if every word she spoke was like she had fought an endless battle for right to speak those words. Rowan roared in fury.

"Young master, you get cold at this time of the year, and yet you always refuse to close your windows, you said you always preferred the natural light of the sun and moon, but don't you see that you make your mother worry so, and I don't know if she could cope if you got sick."

Rowan's blood was beginning to erupt, and his Serpent released deep growls that began to shake the air, as fury and helplessness threatened to overtake his senses, he pressed everything down and focused and released her from his grasp.

Maeve reached the massive fifty-foot tall altar, and she slowly began to climb it, her fingers dug into the wood, and she dragged herself up the altar, her legs dangling below her like two pairs of loose sticks.

Rowan groaned in frustration and turned towards the blue stone in the goddess grasp, giving a mental command, the Ouroboros Serpent beside him flew towards it but was bounced back by an invisible field.

He saw that Maeve paused, before she started climbing faster, sensing an opportunity, Rowan began pouring essence into Envy, and commanded the second Ouroboros Serpent to directly attack the altars.

The force had built up in the Axe, and judging that it was barely enough, he released it towards the altar Maeve was climbing, the air in front of him shimmered as the vibrational force slammed into the altar like a bomb.

Whatever material the altars were made up of was very durable, as the blow could only shave off some slight shavings of the wood, but it did the most important part and shook Maeve down from the altar.

He loathed the thought of hurting her, for apart from his mother, she was the only family he had.