The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1916

Chapter 1916: Transfering Authority (1)

Circe looked at her Reflection one more time before she stood up and exited the room with a graceful pace that looked as if she was gliding across the ground. She loved living inside this castle despite the fact that she had a domain inside the Origin Land built from her enhanced Ether and Essence and connected to the Core of Eos, where the constant ocean of power below the earth was feeding her strength with every passing day, and she believed that it would not be long before she would reach the first layer of her Origin.

It would be happening any day now, and she would have reached the first level of her Origin a million years ago if not for a minor snag, which was the nightmare that plagued her dreams.

The nightmares came infrequently and without any discernible order to it. Calling it a nightmare was a stretch because it did not require her to be asleep. She could be pracricing her battle arts when all her senses would be suppressed and the part of her that was deeply connected to Rowan would throb like a wound and she would find herself in a field of bones that stretched without end, and when she looked up to the sky, a deluge of bones would hang suspended in the air, and as if her gaze was the primer, the bones would begin to fall.

It did not matter that she had become a Primordial; these falling bones ripped through her spirit and soul, tearing it to tatters, and every time she did not resist the power from the falling bones because she felt she was coming close to an understanding.

She should have brought this matter to Rowan, but something held her back, perhaps it was instinct, or something deeper that she could not yet explain, but this matter was kept close to her heart, and she never revealed it to anyone.

Anytime Circe wanted to speak out about this strange event happening to her, two primary reasons held her back: first, she had detected that this vision or nightmare came from the ephemeral link she shared with Rowan. If there was one thing she trusted above all in this life, and that would be this link with Rowan, and she did not fear that it could have been tampered with by anyone, she would feel it.

The second reason was due to the peculiar instructions Rowan had given her in the past. He had told her many times that sometimes his plans took a life of their own, and sometimes the only way to preserve the sanctity of these plans from the manipulations of the enemy was for the right hand not to know what the left hand was doing.

Whatever was happening to her was linked to Rowan, and even though she might never understand the reason, and it may pose a threat to her life, she was willing to keep this secret for as long as it was necessary.

Walking outside the living castle with a few steps, she stopped before a regiment of a million armored titans whose forms gleamed like the stars, led by a warrior with furry ears and a long tail. Space and time rumbled as they saluted the Primordial and neatly arranged themselves behind her.

Archimedes walked up to her smiling a secretive smile, she might have the potential of reaching the level of a Primordial but her lackadaisical attitude toward cultivation would not allow her to focus on this path, but she was very willing to be the champion of the Primordial of Endless Kindling, and this was a task she took upon herself with joy, as she was the commander of the one million Titan Guards of Circe.

"Your Majesty," Archimedes whispered, and behind her the million Titans saluted, "Your Majesty!" their voices individually were not loud, but when all million of them were combined, half of Reality heard them, as this sound would cross through space and time, and tens of thousands of years later, people in the farthest reaches of Reality would hear the salutations for the Primordial of Endless Kindling.

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