The Primordial Record novel Chapter 693

Chapter 693 The Great Enemy

Trrshikrhl Velhyez Ywnmryr…

Come to me, daughter of Lightning, frost, and the winds.

Circe's eyes snapped open; her consciousness was drawn from the darkness of unconsciousness so fast it was almost as if she was experiencing whiplash.

'Archie...oh Archie... I'm so sorry.'

She had fainted, and she did not know what happened when the explosion reached its crescendo, but a voice whispering words of madness entered her heart and she found herself digging her way through the ground.

Come to me….

She noted at the back of her head that Archimedes was no longer beside her and also her left leg was broken, not counting the numerous broken ribs and an eye sealed shut with blood.

Come to me…

With a pained groan she dug her way faster through the ground, the voice that sounded so familiar and alien at the same time drew her like an iron filling to a magnet.

With a cry of happiness she burst out of the ground, the scenery of devastation not holding her gaze for a single moment as she staggered towards the call.

Her powerful body as a Dominator soon healed all her injuries and she began walking faster and more steadily towards the noise.

She was dimly aware that she was walking through pools of molten magma, but she had unconsciously wrapped a thick layer of air and ice around her body protecting her from the heat. _{ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com}

Circe heard cries of sorrow, and it was enough stimulus to make her look to her left where a man knelt in a river of fire and earth and wept.

'Was that not Roger, the Earth god that was supposed to be protecting this caravan?'

Circe felt a sick sense of joy at the suffering of the man, perhaps if he had not gone too far to chase riches, then they might have been able to save the people of this caravan.

That joy did not last because she allowed herself to look at the true scale of the devastation and knew that even a god would have struggled to hold back this amount of damage.

"You…. Yes, you! Have you seen my children? I have thousands of children. It is impossible that they were all reduced to ash? I am talking to you!"

Roger saw Circe pushing through the devastation with purpose and the crazed mind of the man seized on the surety of her steps as an anchor, he waited for an answer but receiving none, shook himself and began to follow Circe.

'She knew something, perhaps the direction to survivors… yes, to survivors! His children must be among them'

Circe's eyes had healed and her perception snapped into place, and when she saw the world, an unconscious moan of pain and despair escaped from her lips.