The Primordial Record

A Pyre Lord could channel their flames not only as a source of attack but to boost other bodily and spiritual functions like perception, agility, and even Spirit, with this power her ultimate goal was now to catch this being and question it, and if she was admitting the truth to herself, she wanted to battle with it. How could she not?

Maeve knew that this being must be a vassal of her lord, and the fact that it was able to control so much power left her with a feeling of despondency. There was a time when she was the strongest helper of her lord, and she could not wait to catch up.

Maeve did not trust anyone else to truly keep Rowan safe.

Over time she felt that both of them, she and this being of light, had begun to play a game, one where this being would slow down just enough for her to catch sight of it before it steadily ramped up its speed.

Over time Maeve became aware that it would be impossible for her to reach the speed of this being. Perhaps in terms of strength, then she might be its match or even exceed it, but it was useless if she could not catch up to it.

Although she continued to pursue it, she did not place much effort, determined to reach a higher level of power, and then after spending seven years on this planet, Maeve became an Earth god. It was then that the dreams began to come to her, like distant snapshots of memories she had forgotten.

The only thing she could do about these dreams whose meaning eluded her was to record them. Perhaps Rowan might be able to find a use for it, after all, he was present inside all of them, but this memory of Rowan was not the same as she remembered.

In this dream, Rowan was a child and he was not sickly or without power. He was a child that was filled with energy, vitality, and most importantly power… so much power. The last dream she had that always made her smile was of a young Rowan who was barely four years old holding up a mountain while chasing after a pair of flying tortoises.

She preserved all these dreams using the Medan language, and waited, knowing her lord would be summoning her to his side one of these coming days.

The Ascension from a Pyre Lord to become an Earth god was terrifying, and she almost thought that she would fail while attempting to reach this level. Death did not scare her, what she was afraid of was failure. The thoughts of failing her lord again terrified her.

During her advancement to an Earth god, Maeve did not know what resources were available to a Dominator when preparing to become an Earth god but she soon realized that her Foundations were too solid and that meant even before she became a god, she was struck with a Tribulation.

The Tribulation was unexpected, she was polishing her Foundations as a Pyre Lord when the skies darkened, the world was plunged into darkness and green lightning bolts that covered half the planet descended upon her.

The only reason the planet still existed was due to her stubborn nature. As the Tribulation bore down on her, Maeve did not wait to receive it, she did the opposite and attacked with everything she had.

It was at that time that she had unleashed the full might of her Incarnation, and her clash with the Tribulation had sent tremors that spread out for countless miles, shattering a planet in the distance and narrowly missing the one below her that she was now willing to take as her planet. Her greatest and most surprising growth had occurred in this place, and all the battles she had were preserved in the memories of this world.

Maeve still shivered when she remembered this encounter. She only survived due to assistance from the people of Calcutta, who endured severe injuries in order to block a portion of the lightning bolts, and due to her Incarnation, which suppressed the powers of the Tribulation, ensuring that what should have killed her without any hassle became something manageable with a high chance of death if she made a mistake.

She was willing to fight with these odds, and she did and succeeded, even gaining a surprising gift from this terrifying encounter.

Her survival brought endless benefits to her and her Territory, as for the first time it began to rain, and a portion of the Tribulation in the form of the green lightning bolts remained inside her Territory and endlessly roved about in the clouds above.

In a fit of madness, Maeve had suppressed a portion of the Tribulation using her Incarnation and dragged it inside her Territory. Without the light from her Incarnation, this Tribulation would have shattered her Territory to pieces.

After much deliberation, Maeve decided to use these green lightning bolts as the foundation for her Ascension into godhood.

Unlike most of the powers available to her, this lightning bolt contained endless mysteries, its Aura was transcendent and its powers were palpable.

Wielding this lightning as a goddess would be a great way to have access to powers that would differentiate her from most Dominators, she might be wrong but she felt that it would be very rare for a Dominator to receive a Tribulation at the Earth god level and because of her unique Territory, a part of that Tribulation had been trapped inside of it, she would need to take advantage of this boon in order to push for greater heights.

After another seven more years as an Earth god, she finally reached the limit and this was what brought her here to this valley where she would become a god.

Maeve punched the ground, the motion of her fist was not fast, and when it reached the ground it did not even stir any dust, but you could hear a dull rumbling as if an army of a million soldiers were marching by. Then suddenly the land for hundreds of miles suddenly flattened.

Mountains, valleys, rivers, and forests, all were pressed for more than thirty feet into the ground, creating a smooth surface that was a tiled surface similar to ceramic.

The entire depression was perfectly circular and Maeve sat in the middle of it cross-legged.

She remained in this position for days as she prepared herself, and in the midst of this preparation, she frowned as she noticed several intruders descending into the planets, covered by the flames of re-entry.