The Primordial Record

Chapter 297 Thou Shall Not See God

Rowan had seen gods in his dreams and visions, he even conversed with god-like beings a few moments back, but there was nothing like witnessing a god that sought to display its full might.

Boreas stood at fifty thousand feet tall and his head reached the clouds as he stood in the air, his body gleamed like blue marbles, on his head was a wreath made from every flower that had ever existed in countless worlds, his eyes were green and swirled around like it contained endless tornadoes, his feet wore sandals made from ice, and his waist was a belt made from lightning.

He was shirtless, and the skirt he wore was made from ice, and the lightning belt flowed down the middle and connected with his shoes.

The surroundings of the god were bleached a deep blue that was unnatural in its vividness. It resembled a Domain, and inside it various phenomena were displayed. There were endless worlds of lightning, frosts and winds that revolved around him, all feeding him power and endless vitality.

This was just a casual estimate from Rowan, but just this Anima was at least a thousand times stronger than Erohim, if not more because this was the limit to how much Rowan could estimate its power.

Rowan's nose began to bleed, and an ungodly headache impacted him, and he groaned as he staggered. He summoned a spear and leaned on it. He could hardly move, not even to breathe, as he felt as if a mountain was pressing on him, squeezing him tight all over his body.

His body began to slowly break apart, yet it was still compressed together like a jigsaw puzzle, but Rowan did not kneel, he did not fall, and although his body was strained beyond limits, he did not bow.

Feeling tears pouring down his eyes, he cleaned it only to see it was red.

He was weeping blood!

Damn, gods were stupidly overpowered.

Yet, he did not despair, and he began to laugh. The pressure exerted on him made the sounds he made resemble the bleating of a goat being crushed in a giant's hand, but he was laughing nonetheless.

Fury had been driven down to the ground, his face was pressed into the earth, and he could not move, he could only make a small moaning sound as he began bleeding from all over his face.

His eyes were fixed on Rowan with incredulity, amazed that he was still standing, and to even crown that achievement, he was laughing. How was this possible? Before the eyes of a god all were ants, and their very bodies would obey even if their wills were against it. Nothing and no-one could break that rule. Except now, he was looking at it.

Rowan could just imagine the wild thoughts going on inside his head, and he did not blame him, the worldview of the poor man had been broken today as he had seen the impossible happening before his eyes.

Fury had supreme talent, that was undeniable, Rowan thought presently it would be extremely difficult to kill him with his present strength, even if Fury underestimated him, and if Fury went all out, he would kill Rowan with little effort, and knowing his character, he would not underestimate Rowan fighting prowess and he would kill him ten out of ten times.

But it did not mean they were equal.

What Fury had was the advantage of Realm, and unless Rowan ascended to the second Great Circle, there were many tactics that were impossible for him to employ, and his defenses would be lacking.

In a manner of speaking, the things Rowan was capable of were beyond even the gods, beyond even an Empyrean, the true favored children of the universe, and no matter how talented Fury was or could ever be, he was still just a man.

Lightning flashed and below the feet of the god, people began to appear, they seemed to be in a daze, but it was clear the pressure from the god was not affecting them.

Rowan knew these were the survivors, barely five thousand people were left, and most of them were from the Boreas Family.

It did not take long for them to realize they had been rescued by their Primogenitor, and the world around them had been remade anew and the chaos gone.

As one, they all fell down and bowed before him. The most leading figure, the governor of Trinad, led the call of worship. They wept tears of joy, and their eyes were alight with fervor for witnessing the glory and might of their Primogenitor.

The fresh air and sounds of a living world were thrilling to their senses, and if not for the presence of the god, they would be celebrating more vociferously right now.

Suddenly, there was a loud scream of despair that was soon echoed by most of the crowd below. It was soon clear that all those below the second Great Circle without a Territory were being adversely affected, for even though it was not the intention of Boreas, there was a single rule since the dawn of creation.

Thou shall not see god.

Most of them fell down, and with harsh screams, they began to mutate. Creatures that were covered with scales of ice and breath lightning erupted from their discarded shell of flesh, and some of them even began fusing together into a chaotic mess.

The sounds they made were jumbled and carried with it great pain, their blood turned blue and thick like mud, and Rowan was reminded of his time at the Nexus; he wondered about the similarities of the gods and the Abomination Core.

The lucky ones found death as they exploded into mush, and through all this carnage the second Great Circle Dominators had their heads bowed low. The presence of a god was a thing of great joy and also of great sorrow and horror.

Rowan noticed Boreas did not even consider the thousands of people that were slaughtered, he wanted to address the people who were left, those that were worthy of his words, for those unfortunate enough to be too weak to stand before his presence, it was only their loss and an insult to his grace.

The hands of the god came down in a sweeping gesture and all the multitude of mutated people rose into the air, and to Rowan's shock, Boreas opened his mouth and sucked them all into it, he began to chew.