The Primordial Record

He knew the head of the fallen god was large, but this close to it, the appearance was noteworthy. Rowan was already used to seeing creatures of massive proportions, so a head the size of a four–storey building did not phase him all that much, but the Aura around the fallen god was interesting, as it almost seemed alive.

With the head having two faces which reminded him of the Abomination he faced inside the Nexus, and also of the accepted story of Erohim, he was called a hero and a god, and after his father wiped out all life on the planet, a mixture of his tears and the breast milk from his mother recreated life once more.

Rowan could see some certain truths in the tale, as this god literally had two faces, a female and a male with appearances that appeared similar to each other, as if they were both half of the same person.

He could understand where the mix-ups could arise from, legends and myths were often different from their source materials in many ways, he was also certain that the Boreas Family had interfered with the tale of this god in a subtle manner, any story that could be easily edited was never factual, and in addition to the massive span of time that had elapsed since Erohim first walked upon the surface of the planet, nothing could be trusted.

Two pairs of eyes snapped open as the god observed Rowan's Berserker Clone. The face of the male has cracks upon it like a clay pot left to dry in the sun with hints of flames running underneath, but his eyes glowed blue with an icy chill, as frost trails escaped from those freezing orbs, the female face was the opposite, it had smooth frozen features with eyes that blazed like a smoldering volcano.

The eyes tightened in suspicion, and he heard the real voice of Erohim for the first time, and it was similar to two people speaking at the same time with a weird overlap between both voices,

"That pulse that stole my vitality…you were responsible for it. With that act, you stole not just my essence but knowledge of me, did you not?"

Rowan laughed, "Those speculations of yours are interesting Erohim, but you're about to die permanently this time, I would suppose you should be thinking about that, but it's up to you to choose your last words."

"Don't patronize me… Abomination, even in my lesser state, I am still a god, and you shall not play meaningless games of words with me. My eyes see far, and beneath this shell of yours is only darkness and lamentation. Oblivion and savagery, you are nothing but an animal! Yet, you can still find salvation."

"That is not up to you to tell me what I want. Even at the moment of your death, you chastise me for patronizing you? It's funny you should say that, have you not been doing the same all these while to me?"

Rowan lifted the blade and began walking up to the god, he saw the eyes of Erohim that were as cold as an everlasting iceberg and as turbulent as an active volcano, stared at him in fury. Such a gaze would crush all those without a Divine spark, but Rowan barely winced because he could see deep inside the god, beyond what the god himself would fail to admit… inside Erohim, he could see fear.

The god spoke once more, "I have lived for a long time, and something I understand deeply is the power of communication. I have wronged you, and these words from a god do not come cheap. Before I erroneously thought you were an insignificant bug to be crushed, but now you have shown you have the capacity to cooperate with me, and you have shown your worth. In that light, I say we call a truce. You have not seen the full extent of my might, and it would seem my enemies are also yours, let us put aside our petty differences, as a token of my stand is the soul I gave you, it will be yours, and we can work together."

Rowan gave a small laugh,"I took that from you as a spoil of battle Erohim, your token is meaningless."

"Do not test me, if you refuse this hand of friendship I extend to you, it shall be replaced by that of hatred."

Rowan's main body scoffed, "Get in line."

His Berserker Clone was silent as if he was thinking, even at this moment, his Ouroboros Serpent was plundering vast amounts from the Divine Kingdom, and with each passing second, they were getting stronger, and their absorption ability was increasing, his main body had grown until he was twenty feet tall, and he was still getting larger as the energy he was consuming was the most potent he had ever come across.

Inside his Palace of Ice, he now had a second Soul Crystal, and his third moon already had 500,000 Soul points, and he was getting faster at processing the Soul, but the Palace of Ice was beginning to break, as large rivulets opened all over it, Eva was trying to patch the damages as quickly as she could, but she would need to divert half the Aether being sent to Envy to do so, increasing the strain on the weapon.

He now had nine consciousness pillars, and he was no longer straining to hold his ground and his minds were free to begin shifting into other routes.

Rowan was at twenty-five feet now and his senses were sweeping through his body as he tried to judge how much he could grow before reaching the limit to upgrade Avatar of Eve.

"Your silence says it all, I have called for a truce, while do your beasts still assault my Kingdom?"

Rowan Berserker clone shook his head side to side, "Perhaps in the very unlikely event that you had chosen to cooperate with me from the start, then maybe I would have accepted you. But now, I am no longer in need of falsehood in my words. Take this as a truth like you have ever known Erohim. Your Soul is Mine!"

Rowan's body was now thirty feet tall, and with a single nudge, he whispered the words inside, "Avatar of Eve, Rise."