The Primordial Record-Novel

Chapter 302 Flesh suit

Rowan's surrounding shimmered and suddenly Boreas was beside him, his current size was so massive Rowan was like a single speck of dust beside him, and his body was seized by an invisible force and he came to a stop beside one of Boreas stomach abs that was as wide as a football stadium.

"What are you doing, brother?" Boreas said, "Why are you in that form? You are meddling with affairs that can break the balance, and you will need to answer for it."

Rowan had not expected Boreas to speak, except for defending the planet, the god had seemed okay with standing back and watching the battle, drawing Rowan to his side meant he understood the value of that action, and every word he was speaking tantalized Rowan with the possibility of finally knowing the truth about his father.

The Third Prince cocked his head to the side as if in stupefaction, "Brother?" He said, and then he snapped his fingers, "Oh, it has been so long ago that I actually forgot I was wearing your brother's skin. That's what happens when you find a cloth that just fits, you tend to wear it every single opportunity you are given. Like what I did with it? Anyhow, I'm done with you guys, you are all old news. Now…"

The Third Prince looked away from him and concentrated on Rowan, "... Where was I before the distractions? Yes, retrieving my scorpion."

Rowan felt his body shake, and against his will, he began to rise up in the air—drawn away from Boreas side, and when he began to feel space begin to fold, a likely sign the Third Prince was about to teleport him to his hands, everything slowed and he was covered by blue as the palm of Boreas covered him, and he was enclosed in his fist.

Rowan could hear the Third Prince snap, his voice beginning to change from the casual lazy voice he always used to a more deeper tone, as if he was becoming someone or something else, "What? Not you too? If you want to hinder me, them come fight me with your body, not this pile of shit you shoved your pinkie into. Do you think I will enjoy this? Digging my hands into piles of shit?"

He had miscalculated the degree of the Third Prince's tyranny, if he could talk to a god like this, it was most likely he was also a god, or something different with the powers comparable to one. Now he was clearly at a disadvantage here, and his plans to kill him would prove far more difficult than he had first imagined.

Damn it! He was down to two consciousness pillars.

Rowan heard the solemn voice of Boreas, "who are you?"

"You know who I am, imbecile. Although with all your hearts, I know you wish it was different. That's right, you don't need to deny the chill that is crawling down your spine. When you were just animals playing with your tiny balls, I was the one who gave you clothing and fire. Now release my little scorpion and I will be on my way. Be quick, for your body reeks of shit."

"You dare speak to a god of Trion in this manner? Whatever deception or treachery this whole charade of yours turns out to be, I shall peel every single answer away from your mind."

"Damn you, little twat! I will pull out your spine and throat, fu*k you with it. Hear my voice and tell me I will not do so."

Rowan would imagine it was incredibly rare if not ever that a god was spoken to in this manner. A dreadful silence overtook everything, and then he felt his body jerk forward, and slammed into a wall of blue.

Before he could reorient himself, he was shaken to the side, as his body was slammed haphazardly around, as if he was in a rollercoaster that was moving at ten thousand miles per second.

A short while later, the surrounding blue had a slight opening, and managing his motion to avoid more impacts on his body, he aimed towards the opening, and he flew out of it.

He used his Berserker Skill Dash for as much as he could push it, ten times, twenty… thirty. The fist of Boreas appeared wide as a world, and the tiny gap he could see ahead seemed to retreat far in the distance the closer he came to it.

With a loud roar, he pushed his Berserker Dash Skill to the limit and he appeared through the gap in the god's hand, and he saw himself inside a godly confrontation, and Boreas was losing.

In the few seconds he had been held in the palm of Boreas, the fight had pushed the god through the planet, and out the other. Rowan found himself in a scene of devastation as massive mountains and dust were behaving haphazardly and the gravity of the planet was acting crazy.

He sidestepped to the side and dodged a falling mountain, the impact pushing him away, and he began to move through the mayhem, in order to find a higher vantage point.

He reached a region of earth that was flipped over and piercing hundreds of miles into the sky, activating Dash multiple times he appeared at the tip of the elevation and his senses roved around and he gaped.

From where Rowan was standing, he could see a wide void that had been pierced through the entire planet, and the body of Boreas lying on the ground, but it appeared he was unharmed and he was just knocked out.

Was it possible to even do something like that to a god?

The Third Prince, on the other hand, surprisingly had been captured!

His body was wrapped by a dense layer of ice, lightning and wind, that were connected to the millions of worlds inside the Domain around Boreas body. He appeared to be stuck inside a jar filled with glue, as his movement slowed nearly to a halt.

Yet, he was still moving, and the red glow from his eyes were fixed unceasingly on Rowans body, and the sheer desire he could feel from his gaze was inhuman.

There was nothing of humanity inside those eyes, and if he understood what the Third Prince had revealed, the body he was wearing was just a flesh suit.