The Primordial Record

To make her a goddess was not a particularly difficult feat for him. He had killed many gods and thoroughly dissected them to find out what made them tick and he was sure he would be able to replicate the same process if he wanted to and in a more efficient manner to boot.

The problem was that he had little time to perform this delicate operation and he also did not want to stray far from the Dominion of Trion when he made Circe a goddess, as he needed another backdoor to the Gods of Trion.

This was very important to Rowan, there were certain mysteries about the bloodline of Trion that he could learn if he observed a Dominator as gifted as Circe, it also helped that she was also a Breaker, a moniker that Fury Kuranes styled himself to be.

This was a special bloodline variant created by his father to further his unknown cause inside Trion. If he wanted to begin unraveling the secrets of Trion, he would have to start from here.

Rowan no longer concentrated on what was happening around Circe and delved deeper into her body, if he was going to be improving this body, then he needed to understand it.

As always the bodies of mortals, be they Dominators or Mages never failed to amaze him, not because of their complexities—only a mortal mind would find their form to be complex—it was the opposite, they were almost too simple, that it amazed him that something so weak and ephemeral could hold something as profound as a soul.

It was like taking a basket, raising it up to the sky, and scooping up a bit of sunlight. Common sense would dictate that something as simple as a basket should not be able to collect and carry sunlight, but lo and behold, every mortal was proudly doing such.

It was like a child placing together pieces of twigs and making them come to life outside of his imagination. Perhaps this was the true miracle of creation, and there should be something to learn from mortals, for although they were quite simple in their makeup, their potential was anything but.

There was truth to be found here. With this realization, Rowan Will began to grow.

'Mortals were not weak nor useless, in their own way, they were far more special than the gods. Perhaps, I lost something precious when I lost my mortality, and only now from these lonely heights can I look up and see the weight of their glory.'

The simple yet profound life of a mortal became his foundation for his First Truths, and Rowan's state of mind, and therefore his entire being began to transform.

He quickly suppressed this transformation, it would be too flashy and would blow his cover, the foundation of his powers was not yet complete, and he would make sure his bloodlines were thoroughly assimilated before he took another step forward.

If he intends to reach the lofty heights of the Primordials and even exceed them, then every step he makes must be beyond perfect, nothing else would do.

With this unexpected powerup out of the way, he focused on Circe and he winced when he noticed the state of her heart.

For a mortal, Circe's body was a work of art. Every single strand of hair on her body down to her cells was properly structured in a manner that was beyond what could be achieved even by more powerful Dominators.

Observing her body was like listening to a profound symphony, but the heart was a discordant chord that was constantly being interjected in this heavenly harmony and creating chaos.

For a very brief moment, Rowan felt rage at the presence of this heart ruining the harmony of this music and he nearly crushed it.

He knew that this heart was not hers but that slimy bastard Rico's, and with a quick scan, Rowan was able to create a resonance between the heart of this man and his body.

Like everything that he had been able to accomplish recently, it was very simple. Rico Boreas was not far away, but this was judging by Rowan's standard, he should be in the capital of Trion, which was a good thing because Rowan's destination was Aroth.

The search for Rico had taken Circe more than twenty years since she reached Trion, but to no avail, she had failed to even catch a single whiff of him. Rowan filed his location for later, this would be a gift he would be giving Circe, among other things, but this Dominator ranked so low in his concerns that only Circe's hatred for him brought him to his radar.

Now this matter was almost personal. If he wanted, Rowan could reach across space and switch the hearts, bringing Circe's song to its full harmony, such an action was not above his baseline and would not overly affect his plan.

It was then that a thought entered his mind, after checking the body of Circe once again, 'Perhaps there is an opportunity inside this broken harmony that would have not been possible if it was complete. What is the greatest weakness of a god?"

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Fully satisfied with the scan of Circe's body, and about to begin his experiments he once more checked the state of his own existence and frowned a bit. The addition of the page of the Primordial Record from the Underverse had accelerated the process of his awakening, and he was so close to completing the Singularity.

There was just a single page left, and he could feel the call of the last page in Aroth, the Capital City of Trion. He tried not to dwell too much on this and chose to focus on what he could change at this time.

Without the aid of the Primordial Record, he could not easily access the state of his being, but he could understand himself to a larger degree.

With the creation of his Will and the merger of his body with his Destroyer, he was now reduced to a one-dimensional creature. Inside his Territory and Mental Space, all his Hosts and Dominions had been placed in stasis, but if he wanted he could pull some of them out of there, but only for a limited time before they would be dragged back into him.

That meant that ultimately he was not defenseless, since if he summoned a single sovereign for even a second, it would be able to turn Trion to dust in a fraction of that time, but Rowan knew there was a trap there.