Absot humd rrily as she tore through the skies,
"What does a girl have to do, to get into your life…la la la la
I have tried everything, yet you won't make your wife… la la la la
Runnin' out of patience, so I'm coming for your life. la la la la
Co on, baby, let's play at the edge of my knife… la la la la
They say we're crazy, but we just love the strife… la la la la…."
Absot was moving at a frightening speed, and had covered half the continent. Due to her bulk, she had to fly outside the atmosphere in space, else with her speed and mass, her passage across the land would tear the continent to pieces and kill off every mortal and Dominator in the First Circle. Absot was the size of a large city.
Her voice was blasting throughout space, casually breaking the laws of the void, for her voice could be clearly heard everywhere in space, and it moved faster than the speed of light. She was the only being in Trion that would ever do sothing this flamboyant.
Because at the height she flew across, you could see the entire planet, and it was a massive planet beyond comparison. If Rowan were here, he would find that the planet was similar to the size of the Sun in his previous life—Trion was a Major World, and in the entire universe there were only seventy-seven Major worlds.
Beneath a Major World was a Minor world, and there were trillions of those in the Universe, and above a Major World was a Realm World or Supre World. There were only four known Realm/Supre worlds.
Absot flew in the void of space, and above her were purple clouds filled with massive lightning bolts, the rumblings from the cloud filled the entire void and served as a barrier.
The cloud shrouded the entirety of Trion like an umbrella, and it could only be seen when you exit above the Exosphere of the planet.
Dwelling above that cloud was a gigantic Wooden Palace—The dwelling of God King Golgoth. He who reigned supre above every other gods.
There were fourteen moons hovering over the palace and each of them shone with a different light. Trion originally had fifteen moons, but the God King took away fourteen of them, leaving only one to shine its light on the planet.
She could not leave her place at the tip of the continent for long, but she was overdue for a vacation anyway. Even if her absence would lead to so conflicts at the border and maybe a few cities were slaughtered, she would return to right the mistakes made by the incompetents, whose purpose was only to be sheltered by her.
She missed the freedom of a casual stroll, and from up here, everything below seed so aningless, but that thought only flashed for the briefest of monts in her mind.
She was a creature of War. The tip of the spear for Tiberius, and her existence would have little aning outside the fields of battle, but over the long millennia, it felt nice to let one hair out a bit, maybe she would visit her shy brother and play so naughty gas with him after this trip was over.
How her back aches from carrying the human species along. She needed these strange and amusing events now and then to break the tedium of her aweso self keeping life in balance. Keeping the Empire safe.
For her might were comparable to a god, and in so instances she was even more powerful, due to the singular purpose of her creation—War.
Trion was not a world at peace, from this height you could see that a fifth of the planet was covered in darkness and even the light of the sun could not penetrate that gloom.
Even from space, it was possible to hear the endless quakes and reverberation blasting from that darkness, endless fiery mushroom clouds blood inside the darkness like fireflies, only to be shrouded once more.
Massive abominable figures moved through the darkness, visible even from space, and alongside them were massive towers that resembled battleships, and they combated on a thousand battlefronts.
Millions of lives, screaming, dying, inside an orgy of violence that painted space-ti with an endless brutality. It was impossible for a mortal to fathom a war such as this, their entire lifespan would be spent on an insignificant portion of the battlefield.
Only Dominators at the Third Circle, with a lifespan of five thousand years, could begin to understand the battle that was being fought here.
For inside that darkness was the endless war waged for the last twenty thousand years, against invaders from the stars, they had entrenched their roots inside Trion, and for the last twenty thousand years, the battle on the two continents they snatched had not stopped.
Not for a single mont.
For the darkness swirled and contorted, and it was slowly growing, only the wall of flesh and blood slowed it advance. The amount of blood spilled on this battlefield would drown a Minor world.
The soul fluctuations from General Augustus were now very close, and it was disturbingly close to those blighted lands.
She would arrive shortly.
Now what would Augustus be doing in the asshole of the Empire?
?
Rowan's perception swept through the temple, and reaffird his observations that it was all the sa. The sa goddess statue, sa altars, even down to the yellow crystals on the ceiling and the walls, it created a weird ntal echo inside his head, as if he was at the sa place with his consciousness split in two.
The only change was related to Maeve, for her double was not here with him, or he may have suspected he was inside a mirage.
Deciding on a whim to match his position with that of his serpent, in other to balance out their collective vision, he took a few steps to the side, and if he were to move a few steps forward… There… He would be in the sa position with his Serpent.
The World suddenly lurched and everything flashed bright, he was disoriented for a fraction of a second, and the Ouroboros Serpent that was far from him, appeared beside him.
Rowan was a little bewildered, but after sweeping his senses through the temple he discovered that in so mystical process, the two temples had been rged together.
He had no idea why, or how it happened, but the most important thing was that everything inside the temple remained the sa, and that ant, the Sigil was no longer far from him.
Maeve was no longer far from him.
Rowan slowly walked up to her, "Hey, how have you been?" He was surprised that his voice cracked a little. Similar to the vision he had, she was also kneeling, and this posture struck a chord in his heart.
He waited for a response and did not receive any, and he chuckled deprecatingly, "It's all okay now, I'm doing fine, I'm now much stronger now, and we can both leave this place with everyone left, I am sorry that so of them may have perished, and I failed to live up to the promises I made, ahead of us is the exit… Maeve?" Rowan walked up to her and touched her shoulders, he wanted to turn her around, but he found out he couldn't.
It was as if she beca heavier than a mountain, a bizarre field shrouded her body, and only when he touched her could he really sense it. Maeve began to speak, and Rowan's heart fell, for the voice coming out of her mouth was not hers.
It was a voice enveloped in age, and Rowan had a sensation that he was listening to a sound not only from a distant place, but from a distant ti too. The sounds ca out like cracked whispers.
"Young master, I apologise for my absence, but I have kept your clothes folded, and your al is still warm, let fetch it for you. I slipped a jug of wine beneath the gaze of your mother, make sure you take it while it still cold for the best taste!"
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