The Primordial Record - Chapter 735

Chapter 735: Waste Of Potential
Chapter 735 Waste Of Potential

The first god of Trion had fallen, not with a bang, but a quiet sigh.

Rowan paused for a single second as he mourned for this god, not because he was once his family, but because of how much his potential had been stifled. The difficulty of killing Boreas came not from his strength but from seeing such great potential go to waste.

Killing Boreas was easy, he was a child stuck in the body of a Titan, given weapons of unimaginable powers yet still too ignorant to wield them and understand his true nature.

He was never allowed to grow, to reach outside the universe and understand his abilities, like Rowan before he escaped the Nexus, Boreas had been kept in his crib and was made to rule a small patch of land, his potential squandered.

Nothing was tying the gods of Trion to this universe except ignorance, and if Boreas had utilized even a single percent of his innate potential Rowan would have found it impossible to kill him in the form he was in now.

Yet the tools Rowan had to work with were extensive, even given up the advantages of his armies or even his physical presence, his evolution and growth made any battle with a creature that was not a Superior Dimensional entity with multiple millennia of experience not truly a challenge.

Nevertheless, he still acknowledges the fact that even the smallest of errors and the most shameful of defeats could come from even the weakest adversary.

The body he wore of the Demon King Ohrox whose laughable end came despite millions or perhaps billions of years of preparation because of a mortal Archimedes and the willingness of the gods of Trion to play with their prey like children was a warning sign to him.

He was powerful, but not invincible. Rowan would always remind himself of this fact. Boreas had believed in the might of his spells and the protection of his vault, even till the end, he had not understood the reason he died.

Rowan would go to every hunt fully prepared and never underestimate his enemy, the proof of this was even until the death of Boreas, he had never shed his disguise, and every ability he used that could implicate him was utilized because he was sure the gods of Trion were not familiar with them, as he had never revealed them, especially the killing blow he used against Boreas.

Rowan had always been careful with wielding this power because he was still incapable of understanding its entire nature.

He knew that it held supreme power over the soul, and it could enchant even him when he imbibed it.

Rowan had multiple consciousness pillars now reaching in the hundreds, and each of those pillars was more powerful than what an average god or Archmage could command, and he had a great resistance against this Aether, it belonged to him after all, but with all those advantages, plus the fact that he did not have a soul, Rowan still finds himself enchanted by this Aether.

He knew that this Aether already controlled the powers of higher Dimensions, but his Will of Truth was unable to peer through it yet, understanding would only come with time and the elevation of his bloodline.

Boreas had no chance of resisting, even if the Aether that entered his body was not larger than a cup full.

The only thing that delayed his death for a short time was because Rowan understood that killing Boreas was the easy part, what came next would be multiple times harder and to prepare Circe better for the role she would be carrying out, he needed to be sure that he had properly scanned the entirety of Boreas.

There were always repercussions in killing a god, but Rowan was going to stop that from happening by deceiving everyone else that Boreas was dead.

The body of Ohrox appeared beside the scattered body of Boreas and attempted to hold the hilt of the sword, but a flare of greenish power like a shield covered the blade and he could not touch it, but the hands of Ohrox began to shrink and then it transformed into a small and fair hand.

That transformation of the hand continued upwards until the Demon King transformed into Circe, but her eyes were different, it was silvery bright and cold like the void.

Rowan recreated Circe’s body but kept her soul sleeping, and now as he reached for the blade, there was only a tiny resistance but his hands closed over it and pulled it from the ground while pulling off the head of Boreas from the blade.

"Wonderful weapon, I shall add you to my collection. In my hands, your true power will shine."