The Primordial Record novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113 Clash of Titans (2)

Rowan pointed Envy at the statue, "So, you are alive… but, it would not for long."

The eyes of the goddess statue blazed like the sun, the shielding around the statue lost power after it had all been drained away, it released its last few flashes of light before disappearing and then the jaws of the Ouroboros Serpent closed around it with a resounding crash.

The goddess statue exploded, and the top half flew in the air, her blazing eyes still gazing at Rowan with a mindless fury and wickedness that seemed to carry weight, when the second Ouroboros Serpent came from behind and swallowed it.

There was nothing in creation, these Serpents would not eat.

They both roared and turned to the last altar, where they fought to grab the biggest bite. Rowan pondered, what was that creature? Was it a golem or the statue of a goddess?

The body of Maeve went still in his hands, and her breathing ceased, Rowan checked for any signs of life and saw none, he did not know what to feel right now, as he had been expecting something like this, and in his own way he had mourned her.

The vision that Envy gave him, allowed him to come to terms with his intuition and resolved a bit of the concerns he had.

Rowan gently dropped her behind him, when he had checked her body for life signs, he had noticed many cracks on it, inside her body, her heart had shattered to pieces, he could see fragments of Sigils around it.

The part of him that was of the prince began to mourn, and Rowan clenched his teeth and turned to the blue stone. Whatever grieving he would do should be outside this place.

The blue stone that the statue held aloft, seemed to float for a while, defying gravity, it rotated slowly in the air, as if a malevolent will kept it afloat, not wanting it to reach his hand.

Rowan filled his Axe with Essence and swung it at the floating stone. With a shrill scream filled with rage that emanated from all around him, the blue stone fell and cracked open, leaking a noxious yellow fluid.

Rowan began to walk towards it, as he readied his Axe.

His mind was in chaos about what he had seen, and the awareness that his paranoia was correct. The roots of the Sigils were deeper than what the surface revealed.

He suspected that Lamia knew how truly deep this pile of deception went, but she used him as a pawn, as long as he caused more destruction inside the Control Hub, she would find ways to escape.

There was a deeper reason why the General thought he could lure Rowan down into the depths of the Nexus if he mentioned the presence of the people Rowan was protecting.

A reason why, even though he was in a protected and sealed location, he was relatively left to his devices to discover and fight the monsters inside.

A reason why the people around him were so self-sacrificing. They gave their all, even their souls, to protect him.

It was all so glorious, the speeches, the battles, the sacrifices, the tales of loss and sorrow, it was all so beautiful in its performance, enough to bring tears to the eyes.

Yet, it was all smoke in a mirror. It was a carefully crafted fantasy, and it all had a singular purpose, to drive into his heart a love of this place and its people.