The Primordial Record novel Chapter 723

Chapter 723 Checkmate

The pain that suddenly erupted continued to increase until her wounds began to bleed, what emerged from her body at first was black smoke, and then a rush of stinking black blood like a greater part of her body had rotted from the inside, before fresh red blood poured out of the wound and a new foot reappeared.

Circe sighed in relief, the pain that erupted from her foot was a sign that her body was healing, the emptiness she had felt before was one of death.

If she had not heard the sound of the ground being destroyed by the darkness behind her she would have been consumed by the darkness without her knowing. She was sure the darkness had barely brushed against her body but she had lost a foot and her internal organs must have rotted, but what was the most frightening about all of this was the fact that she had not felt anything.

If not for the pain of her healing body, she would have rotted into a stinking puddle.

'Where am I, where is this place?' Circe could not help but feel a cold in her spirit, she had been screaming for Rowan constantly inside her head and she could not find his presence, even her Incarnation was gone.

Then she heard a sort of mental switch activate itself inside her head and the chill she felt grew warm and a feeling of satiety replenished her until she felt that she would explode, and if not for the marvelous amount of power that had filled her body since it was recreated by Rowan Circe would be howling in equal part glee and fear.

Her body surged with power and she felt something more wholesome, her soul was growing stronger with every breath she was taking, it was as if this castle was a fountain of power and vitality. The darkness outside the castle began to vibrate as if her growing presence was anathema to its existence.

Circe was becoming a goddess at this moment, but everything still felt surreal, not at all how she imagined an ascension to this esteemed status would be like. Is this my Tribulation?

"You are not alone!"

Her soul power was increasing and perhaps it was the reason she was able to sense that she was not alone. Someone was here with her in this place.

All this while the wind had been moving, but her state of mind and her perception were so limited that she was now recognizing that this wind was moving in a measured pattern… breathing. The breath of a single person was stirring the wind.

'So it begins.' she did not have to guess who must be behind her, was it not the target of her mission?

She turned to see a man sitting on a throne of ice that was situated precisely in the center of a massive hall, in fact, the entire castle was just this single hall.

His blue eyes were filled with lightning, scrutinizing her like a snake gazing at a rodent. His pupils began to rotate and Circe began to feel the rush of power of ascendancy that was making her a goddess began to slow down but it did not cease but was reduced to a trickle, effectively halting her path to become a goddess.