Chapter 704 The Sand Lines

Chapter 704 The Sand Lines

Circe did not need to be told twice, she looked away and concentrated on anything else besides the pain that seemed to have no end to it. Like an ostrich that pushed its head into the sand and believed it was fully hidden, pretending the pain was non-existent did not help a single bit, but she could lie to herself.

She lay there for the next three days, and with an audible crack her Incarnation State was lost and she fell back to the Rift State. She nearly screamed aloud in abject misery, but her jaws refused to open as her entire body seized up.

A process like this should have released a massive amount of energy, but all the power she was letting go of was just quietly vanishing, whatever process Rowan was using to break down her powers, he was doing it without wasting a single iota of energy, how was he able to manipulate energy like this without having access to his full abilities.

Circe would have been impressed if she knew that for him, such an act was not even considered a challenge, or perhaps he understood the methods of utilizing energy instinctively and at such an advanced level, that nothing could be considered impossible when it came to matters like this.

Her convulsion ceased and with it a greater portion of the pain that had nearly driven her mad. With her mind free from pain, it began to wander and Circe could not help but ask, "Those people... all those worlds, are they inside of you, or are you a mirror that reflects other realities, what I saw, was it even real?"

Rowan was silent, and she panicked a little, perhaps her question must have crossed a certain line, "I am sorry, the only thing that I find distracting enough to suppress the pain is when I think about you..."

There was a smile in Rowan's voice when he replied, "When you think about me? Why Circe, I was not aware I had made such a profound impression."

The Sand Line unlike its name, was not made from sand but were sheets of massive metallic plates that could be as wide as twenty miles hovering a few feet above the ground, that could travel as high as thirty miles when it was moving.

These metal sheets could be boarded and it would move across the continents at a speed that many would call lightning fast, delivering the goods and services it carried to their destination, and no matter how heavy the load it carried, its speed was not affected in any manner, also there was no turbulence aboard, as it neatly scattered the wind ahead, protecting everyone, even the mortals.

This was another way to show the benevolence of Volgim.

An average caravan could not afford the cost of traveling using the Sand Lines, although it was not too expensive their entire livelihood depended on trading with the massive number of small towns and cities along the way.

But every ten thousand years, there was an opportunity where every caravan was given the green light to use the Sand Line and that was at the coronation of the new ruler of Trion. The gods did not care for the tiny amount of profit to be gained from ferrying more than forty billion people to the grandest capital on the planet.

At this glorious time, every citizen of Trion was encouraged to come to the capital to worship the new ruler of Trion, and this caravan alongside countless other caravans would come to the Sand Lines closet to them and would be ferried to Aroth the Capital, and a journey that would have taken thousands of years would be reduced to a few months or lesser.

The loud blast came from the carriage at the beginning of the caravan belonging to Roger the Earth god. This was an announcement to all the carriages in the caravan to prepare to board the allotted metal plate assigned to them.