The Primordial Record novel Chapter 700

Chapter 700 The Broken Harmony

To make her a goddess was not a particularly difficult feat for him. He had killed many gods and thoroughly dissected them to find out what made them tick and he was sure he would be able to replicate the same process if he wanted to and in a more efficient manner to boot.

The problem was that he had little time to perform this delicate operation and he also did not want to stray far from the Dominion of Trion when he made Circe a goddess, as he needed another backdoor to the Gods of Trion.

This was very important to Rowan, there were certain mysteries about the bloodline of Trion that he could learn if he observed a Dominator as gifted as Circe, it also helped that she was also a Breaker, a moniker that Fury Kuranes styled himself to be.

This was a special bloodline variant created by his father to further his unknown cause inside Trion. If he wanted to begin unraveling the secrets of Trion, he would have to start from here.

Rowan no longer concentrated on what was happening around Circe and delved deeper into her body, if he was going to be improving this body, then he needed to understand it.

As always the bodies of mortals, be they Dominators or Mages never failed to amaze him, not because of their complexities—only a mortal mind would find their form to be complex—it was the opposite, they were almost too simple, that it amazed him that something so weak and ephemeral could hold something as profound as a soul.

It was like taking a basket, raising it up to the sky, and scooping up a bit of sunlight. Common sense would dictate that something as simple as a basket should not be able to collect and carry sunlight, but lo and behold, every mortal was proudly doing such.

It was like a child placing together pieces of twigs and making them come to life outside of his imagination. Perhaps this was the true miracle of creation, and there should be something to learn from mortals, for although they were quite simple in their makeup, their potential was anything but.

There was truth to be found here. With this realization, Rowan Will began to grow.

'Mortals were not weak nor useless, in their own way, they were far more special than the gods. Perhaps, I lost something precious when I lost my mortality, and only now from these lonely heights can I look up and see the weight of their glory.'

The simple yet profound life of a mortal became his foundation for his First Truths, and Rowan's state of mind, and therefore his entire being began to transform.

He quickly suppressed this transformation, it would be too flashy and would blow his cover, the foundation of his powers was not yet complete, and he would make sure his bloodlines were thoroughly assimilated before he took another step forward.

If he intends to reach the lofty heights of the Primordials and even exceed them, then every step he makes must be beyond perfect, nothing else would do.