Chapter 739 The Conviction of A Mortal

Chapter 739 The Conviction of A Mortal

Rowan's words only brought what she was experiencing to the front of her mind. The concept of the soul was something she heard whispered by the fires at night. It was something unknown and ethereal, and even though she had been resurrected multiple times and she now had an Immortal Soul she still found it difficult to wrap her mind around the concept.

Becoming a goddess made her aware of her soul, but it just stopped there. There was only a vague understanding of its presence and purpose, and it was quite impossible to consider understanding or manipulating it, and now she was consuming it.

This aversion inside her was so strong, how could this be only a minor fraction of it? Does it mean that without the presence of Rowan, she was that useless?

Circe's mind shook and she closed her eyes for a while before anger overtook her spirit. 'Why was she weeping like a child?

She knew what she signed up for when she accepted the help of a power like Rowan to change her fate. She had told herself that a brief life of usefulness and power was a hundred times better than a life of mediocrity.'

'What did she truly want for herself? A life of uselessness burdened by a heart given to her by an enemy who slaughtered her parents, or a life of meaning that although beset by horror, suffering, and chaos, would be one where she would get to not only avenge her past but control the fate of countless others so that what happened to her, would not happen to someone else.'

'This is the reason I returned to Trion, the whole purpose of my struggles is useless if, at the first sign of trouble, I break down and weep. If this change comes with this sort of pain and anguish, I will bear it. To cleanse the past of my shame and make a better future for everyone else.'

'Was this not the reason that I and she hoped; Rowan was fighting for? Their past was beset with evil and suffering, and to change their story, to rewrite the rules, the board would have to be swept clean and a new one would be made.'

Circe struggled to speak, making dull croaking noises. This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

"You can talk to me inside your head. I will hear you." Rowan said to the struggling goddess, but she stubbornly stuck to her guns before speaking, although it came out slow and broken, Rowan could understand her, and her words resonated with the budding mortal comprehension inside his consciousness.

Rowan had seen her true motivation at this moment. She had given him permission to use her body and soul at her discretion because she believed he could be better than the gods of Trion.

Rowan sighed inside, 'I fight for revenge and survival, but there is no reason why I cannot make your wish come true. I'm not the messiah you seek, and my compassion is colder than the void. I understand the strengths of mortality, but I'm not a mortal. Your ambitions, your sorrows, your very light, although it shines bright to me. It is something that I can no longer share with you all.'

'I will rid your world of monsters Circe, the power to choose the direction of your future shall be given to you all. As long as I'm alive, the fate of mortals and all those who chose to live life decently shall be protected."

Rowan did not say these words to Circe, he kept them inside his heart. The battle with Boreas, although appearing easy, was only possible because he had prepared for this day for decades.

He was lucky that he had someone like Circe to use against this god, he had access to Boreas true bloodline via his Spirit Guise when he encountered the god on Jarkarr all those years ago.

The other gods of Trion would not be this easy, but Rowan expected that to change. Killing Boreas was not only to weaken Trion, it was for something far more important.

His memories.

His understanding of Trion was about to take a massive step forward. Boreas' memories would show him the details of the past, and his present, and it would be the key to unravel Triom from the inside.

Rowan had learned patience, he waited until Circe had absorbed everything that she could, and as always she surprised him with her strength, she took everything without losing a single iota of power.

Now it was his turn. He shut off her mind and entered her soul, waiting inside of her, the memories of the God of Storms.