Chapter 741: Golgoth
Chapter 741 Golgoth
For a moment Rowan was almost lost in the primal nature of his brother. He was a being of pure elemental chaos. Uncontrollable and unbounded, a million years would go by before he blinked his eyes, and although he existed without any drive to seek a purpose or even learn to speak.
Hekaton had been happy.
Elura had made a mistake, her children were already perfect, and it was her desire for change that brought a monster into their midst.
Rowan watched a small part of his brother’s life. He rarely took a physical body and had only taken such a shape three times as he hated the constraint of the flesh, and the last time he took it was on the day of his death.
This was the moment he was looking for. This memory was short but strangely clear as if Boreas had looked for this particular set of memories inside the Hive mind and had replayed it over and over again.
For the first time, Rowan watched it happen. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
His consciousness oversaw the events like a third party and he saw a scene of great devastation. The entire planet of Trion had almost been torn to pieces, three mighty bodies were sprawled out on the broken surfaces, they had been killed, and Hekaton was going to be the fourth to die.
Rowan paused this scene and mentally rebuilt the devastated world of Trion and even though it was a Major World, when he brought it together, he discovered that it was far smaller than the current state of the planet. He filed this information for later, it could be an important clue.
Rowan saw that Hekaton took the shape of a blue humanoid with three eyes but from the waist down he was nothing but a mass of ice, lightning, and swirling winds, he was holding two lances made from lightning and was already gravely injured.
He had been sliced nearly in half, he was a being that had six limbs, but a sizable chunk of his torso was splayed on the ground, his bright blue blood was spilling from his wounds in such prodigious volumes, it was enough to fill an entire ocean.
The wounds seemed to freeze his body in its present state, as Hekaton struggled to become the storm, but his flesh was a burden that refused to leave him.
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