The Primordial Record

His Mental Space was still enclosed in the thick Diamond–Like Soul Formation, and the Aether she could gather was only scrapped at the edge of that formation, thankfully it was a very powerful source of energy and she could use it to perform her day-to-day tasks, but issues such as crafting more powerful artifacts were beyond her for now.

The Divine Palace of Erohim was speeding into the tremendous darkness, and except for maintaining contact with the two Archangels on Empire controlled space and the heist she made to retrieve the item Rowan left behind, she had placed a dozen angels around the Empire to gather information and enter places of power.

She had slowly begun infiltrating into every Major Royal Houses of Trion, another dozen angels were tasked with infiltrating the two other Major Worlds, and collecting all the completed power structures of those worlds.

This was only the beginning. With understanding all the affairs of the multiple worlds, the next would be subverting and then taking control, and for those tasks, no one could be better than Angels.

The rest of the Angels were tasked with focusing on a much farther galaxy for Rowan to begin his true expansion outside the eyes of his enemies.

The speed of the Angels meant they were able to locate a relatively small galaxy that was six million light years away. A distance so crushing, only Angels and the powers of the Astrolabe would be able to cross it. Except she entered the Shadow realm, it would be difficult for the Divine Palace to cross that distance, it was a good thing then, that it was not her task.

This galaxy was called the Cerulean Galaxy, and it contained only one Major Worlds and billions of Minor Worlds, of course, most of the Minor Worlds did not contain sentient life and any organized power structure.

She was searching for worlds with potential that would fulfill all the parameters Rowan desired, and this galaxy was the best choice of the hundreds she took her time to scan through.

If all went according to the plan and depending on the time he would wake up, it was possible that Rowan could conquer and control the entire Cerulean Galaxy in a century. A feat that was impossible to be replicated by any other powers.

The Space where Rowan resided inside the Divine Palace had been expanded on her orders, she removed more than fifty rooms around it, creating a massive hall of more than one thousand meters.

This would be the administrative center for where all operations and executive decisions were made for now, when the creator awakened and began his Ascension, his Territory from both bloodlines would dwarf anything she could hope to build here.

Aside from herself who stayed by Rowan's side, fifty feet ahead were ten Angels, all of them were still as statues with their flaming wings unfurled. The second potential Sovereign and nine potential Archangels were the permanent watchers, they were never to leave their post and be the first line of defense on any attack that may occur internally.

She was the best line of defense for Rowan and she had never left his side, of the three grains of Aether she harvested daily, she stored one for emergencies, for unlike Rowan who simply used his Aether as a mobile freezer, it was far more deadly in her hands. The rest of the Angels were her eyes, ears and hands all over the galaxy.

Further ahead were more than a thousand people, all carefully selected elite from the group taken from Jarkarr. The amount of information gathered was massive and the task to be achieved was unending. Eva was in a process of training the best and the brightest to serve as Scribes, to the Creator.

The thousand people were either sitting or moving about on massive hovering slabs of Magitite Alloy that had been enhanced by her Spells to serve as workstations.

Bright holographic displays surrounded each of them, and constant feeds of information were streaming across it. Only the necessary amounts of information that could be safely handled by them was directed towards their workstation, and they served to curate and process that information which would be fed directly to her.

She shared a small fraction of the capabilities of Knowledge Well and Astrolabe; she wished Rowan had been able to open another Chamber before his slumber, to aid her in her tasks, but she could work with what she had on hand.

With Knowledge Well, she had been able to keep the millions of data streams she received daily in an organized manner inside her head, and the Tome she crafted for herself also served as a backup.

Eva had scoured through the entire Palace of Erohim and collected many valuable resources that may have been useless to a family like the Boreas, but were nevertheless good enough for her at the beginning.

The Divine Palace possessed a dynamic weather, meaning there was a very realistic simulation of sunrise and sunsets, rainfall and other weather phenomena.

Its grounds were also endlessly fertile. Unlike the rest of Erohim's Divine Kingdom which leaned heavily towards the elements of flames and frost, the Divine Palace had all the basic elements in balance and perfectly suited for life.

Returning her perception to one of the Tomes she was holding, it was blue and made from the scales of the last born Six eyed Ouroboros, and she stroked the cover before casting her sight towards the people ahead until she located her target—Diane.

As the handmaiden of the creator, she had been assigned nearly mythical status by her people, who considered Rowan to be Erohim reborn. How could they not? They dwelled in the Divine Palace of their god, filled with rivers and forest of such endless bounty.

The world had ended, but their god took them up and brought them into his care. Inside his Divine Palace were vast fields filled with life. Their pitiful existence on Jarkarr which was filled with nothing but endless backbreaking work and slavery to the Empire has ended, and finally a new dawn was laid out before them.