Circe strived to gather every single fact before her that would help her in taking the next steps.
How they had been able to find the Crystal Leviathan inside the expansive tunnels and under the bloodied waters of the Crystal Lake was not so much a mystery when she considered how they had reached inside her Spatial storage, and retrieved materials from inside it, all while she was unaware.
She scanned her spatial ring with her Spirit and of all the treasures and weapons kept inside, the only thing missing was the report in the hands of the boy. This struck her as suspicious, and from that single thread, she began to dig deeper.
That report had been hidden deep inside her Interspatial Ring in her fear that if she was captured it would take a while for it to reach the light of day, enough for Rowan to be alerted if anything could incriminate him, and yet, it had been retrieved without her knowledge, something Circe had always considered impossible, but then a series of clues came together that almost made her cry and laugh at the same time.
Praying that she was right and not about to receive a spear through her neck, Circe took a step back, pressing herself against the bookshelf, cleared her throat, and whispered,
"Two sips and a tap."Gêt the latest chapters on novelbin(.)com
The woman holding the spear to her throat blinked, and Circe suddenly felt embarrassment flooding down her spine, but she stuck to her guns and repeated herself more loudly,
"Two sips and a tap!"
The boy looked up from his report and sighed, "Maeve, you can stop the charade, she already figured out who I am."
"Really? Two taps and a sip?" The woman brought down the spear, placing the tip to the ground and holding the shaft with a lazy grace; she turned to the boy with a look of slight annoyance before eyeing Circe with a critical look.
Rowan brought his small hands and looked at it with a weird look in his eyes, "Oh, this is just the Spirit Guise holding my body, it is still too weak to carry me so I have to be replacing it every three minutes for a new one. This size is what I get after disassembling the remaining nine hundred thousand Spirit Guises to increase their numbers sevenfold, to maximize the utility.
What he did not tell her was that this body was the only other clear memory of Rowan he had before he became someone else. He would be ascending to the Third Dimension soon, and this would be the last tribute he could pay to his previous self—
Romion, the Benevolent King Who Never Was.
"I have read through your reports, but it is time I see the current state of Trion for myself before I turn it to ash."
Rowan stood up and Circe immediately felt the air charge up with electricity. Like a flash flood that emerged from nowhere, the energy Rowan gave had transformed in an instant, from relaxed to sheer focus.
"You have never seen me battle before Circe, so follow the lead of Maeve, she is to be considered one of my hands. You will soon be witnessing my other powerful hands coming into play soon, alongside my children. Firm your mind and steel your heart, and if it gets too much for your soul to handle, I give you leave to flee from Trion until the war is over and I have crushed them all."
The body of Rowan unexpectedly split into seven parts, and six of them vanished, alongside Maeve. The only one remaining began to move below, towards the hall of ascension.
Circe wanted to protest that she would never flee this fight that was coming, but the thoughts of what she had seen that her mind had quickly had to forget robbed her of her tongue.
Whatever was coming was not for minuscule gods like her, it would be true horror, and she should be grateful that she had come to play a part in this affair.
Circe bowed deeply to Rowan, hiding her tears. She had never felt so small. She gritted her teeth and pursued the rapidly disappearing figure of Rowan. She would prove him wrong.
Unknown to her, the lips of Rowan bent in a smile.
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