Circe looked at her Reflection one more ti 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 ca 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 prir, the bones would begin to fall.
It did not matter that she had beco a Primordial; these falling bones ripped through her spirit and soul, tearing it to tatters, and every ti 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 sothing held her back, perhaps it was instinct, or sothing deeper that she could not yet explain, but this matter was kept close to her heart, and she never revealed it to anyone.
Anyti 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 ca from the epheral 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 tis that sotis his plans took a life of their own, and sotis 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 regint of a million armored titans whose forms glead like the stars, led by a warrior with furry ears and a long tail. Space and ti rumbled as they saluted the Primordial and neatly arranged themselves behind her.
Archides 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," Archides 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 ti, and tens of thousands of years later, people in the farthest reaches of Reality would hear the salutations for the Primordial of Endless Kindling.
Circe smiled at her, and with a flash, she and her million guards appeared on the Road of Eternity and began to walk towards the Origin Land. Today was a great day, because at the end of it, Rowan was going to beco a ninth-dinsional entity, not a Primordial, but sothing other.
Circe was well aware that Rowan was an Incarnation of Eos, and for any other being, having their Incarnation ascend into the higher dinsion before them was a recipe for disaster, but until one knows how powerful Eos was, then they would understand that sotis there could not be any fairness in existence, because of there was, then beings like Rowan and the Primordials would not exist.
She was there to guard and protect because she did not believe that the enemies of Rowan would allow him to beco a Primordial without placing roadblocks in front of him; she was here to demolish it all.
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Rowan was quietly placing his finishing touches to his creation, and he settled his weary body on the ground, too weak to even stand. It took a while for his impressive regenerative capabilities to begin restoring his body to shape.
Yet it was not enough to push his body away from the brink of destruction, and sending a pulse of request to Eos, a mbrane of ti was draped over his body, and Rowan settled into deep sleep for billions of years, but only a minute had passed outside this shell of ti.
He opened his eyes, and they were filled with calm, and it was of a sort that was hard to describe. They were filled with the vicissitude of life and held an incredible amount of grief and pain.
Eight billion years spent in silence ant that Rowan was left with nothing but his thoughts as he allowed his body to heal, and they were not pleasing thoughts; they were more along the lines of horror and loss than anything else. In this ti spent in silence, he thought about the second Incarnation that was still lost after all this ti.
The Incarnation was not dead, and recently, there was another indicator to show that this Incarnation was alive and well, but he must have been in an extrely special place due to sothing incredible that was showing up in the page of the Primordial Record.
One of the first lines of record kept by this Singularity was the total number of years that Eos and all of his Incarnation had lived, and those years made him an ancient monster by all trics, but recently, the numbers showing on the page of the Primordial Record were crazy, and it was hard to imagine what could lead to such an inflated number.
This, more than anything, was what pushed Eos to take the necessary step that almost killed this Incarnation, and what he did was monuntal. Eos stripped away the Primordial Record from his body and gave it to this present Incarnation, and this act had nearly destroyed both of them.
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