The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1642

Chapter 1642: They Shall Tremble In Horror

"You were dead for twenty years, and many things were happening while you were away."

Noctis had not been expecting an answer to the question he had asked out of bafflement, and he was surprised to hear a strange voice near him when his senses had not detected anyone close to him.

He turned to see a blue-haired woman by his side who was extremely beautiful, but her eyes were filled with irritation and a bit of tiredness.

"You know even when you are dead, you still talk, and the things you say..." the woman shuddered, "What sort of horrors have you seen to twist your mind in this manner?"

Noctis frowned, "You will forgive me for not knowing what my dead body speaks, and who are you?" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"The keeper of your dead body for the last forty years. No need to thank me; you have many things to catch up on. Let’s go meet your lord."

Noctis’s frown deepened. "I have no lord."

The blue-haired woman laughed, "Keep telling yourself that. In this war, you either fight for Rowan or you fight for the Primes; there is no longer any third side."

"Is that a threat..."

"My name is Circe Boreas, daughter of the Storm. No, it is the fact, and I tell you for your benefit."

Noctis’ eyes went cold, "and why should I serve your lord?"

Circe rolled her eyes as she began to walk out of the hut. "He will give you what you want. The heads of the Primordials on a fucking plate."

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Rowan was completing the last of his arrangements for his push towards Space Origin when Noctis arrived alongside Circe. The tattooed man was frowning, and Rowan could see questions that were threatening to burst out of his body, but what drew Rowan’s attention was the profound energy of death that had sublimated in the body of Noctis.

He was already aware of Noctis’s connection with death. Sheba, the castle, had already briefed him about this man, the firstborn of Eosah, who fled into Limbo to find answers to the invasion of the Primordials and the sacrifices he had made that twisted him into what he had become. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

There were many things Rowan wanted to discuss about those times with Noctis, but this was not the right time. The hundred-year Agreement with Primordial Demon was coming up, and thirty years had already passed.

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