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Chapter 296 Remaking A World

The commotion of the escaping Divine Palace did not just end with the winds, when Rowan ripped a large portion of the Divine Realm of the god he brought about a Spatial Storm that for a while turned the surrounding into a world of darkness and chaos.

Rowan\'s current body was destroyed, and he had to quickly replace it, so he would not leave any sign behind of weakness, his next steps were crucial that this particular detail was not noticed yet, at least for the next few moments.

When the chaos ended, he hardly breathed a sigh of relief before a heavy pressure descended on him as Fury\'s eyes smoldered with nine colored lights.

He was about to start talking when he noticed Rowan was not even looking at him, but at a distance outside the Divine Realm.

If the Divine Realm was an egg, there would be less than fifty percent of its shell left, the only thing holding the last of its stability in place was the consumption limitation of the void. It contained vast amounts of Aether and many other mystical substances that Rowan could not even identify, and its presence was more robust than normal space, and so its dissipation was far slower.

Fury looked over to check what had drawn Rowan\'s attention, and his anger for being toyed with was washed away as a great hand wreath in lightning began to arise from the earth.

From the hand, a voice whispered, "Return."

Boreas, Primogenitor and god, who controls the Pathway of the Storm Callers.

His Anima is here.

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It was always an uncomfortable sensation to project your consciousness into an Anima. Boreas had never liked it, and even after millions of years he never did. To him, it was like slicing off your limb and crushing it, then forcing that crushed meat into a hole the size of a finger.

For other gods the sensation was different, and although he did not mind the pain, it was more of the inconvenience of the process that annoyed him. So as a god that was hailed to be the richest in the Empire, he did the next best thing.

Over the endless millennia, he began creating a set of Spirit Guise, he would use as a substitute for him in most situations, over time, he had perfected this formula, and few gods could see through the Facade.

His control over Ice was absolute, and he could place portions of his Spirit into them and freeze them for millions of years. He could allocate those Spirit, which he deemed Guise to perform various functions in his place. Few knew where the main body of Boreas truly resided, and all of them were wrong.

This freed him to pursue other pursuits beyond the Knowing of Golgoth and the other gods.

When he heard Stirrings from the Anima on one of his small holdings on a planet called Jarkarr, he sent a small burst of his consciousness over, and although it was there for less than a fraction of a second, he understood everything happening on that planet for that brief flash.

He saw all and frowned briefly, there were all small pieces relatively speaking, but he saw something here that interested his attention a little.

He had received the report from his descendant about the situation on Jarkarr, but what that nitwit had not realized was that the situation was more serious than he presented to him.

Boreas\' bottom line was the fallen god Erohim, this was a resource that could be exploited for millions of years, and he did not care if the entire planet or its people were killed off, and his descendants were aware of that fact, he had clarified it. It was for this reason he kept his Anima inside the head of Erohim.

Somehow the god had been slain without him being made aware of it, until a few moments back. All this reeks of outside manipulation, and he became slightly curious, his irritation over the death of Erohim was placed on a back burner for now because he knew he would make the perpetrators pay as that was inevitable, what he wanted to know was who had the knowledge and guts to create troubles for him.

Boreas summoned an Elura Shard and infused it with his essence, boosting it beyond its base value and broke it, and whispered his command, he shifted his gaze to a thousand more time-sensitive matters while assigning Spirit Guise number 111,100,611 to oversee the remaining operation.

On Jarkarr everything stilled, and then it abruptly stopped, even time was frozen, from the massive hand surrounded with lightning the word of Boreas echoed out, and then time appeared to be reversing itself.

It was not. It was the world that was healing.

It was a restoration so vast in scope and total in its complexity, only a god could manage it. He instantly knew that without Erohim, Jarkarr could no longer serve its purpose, and so he began changing it into something different for one of his many outstanding projects.

All the endless devastation that had been wrought on the planet and its satellites was reversing back to its original state before changing into the new form he wished for, and the massive chunks of fallen moon rocks were beginning to rise until the three moons were whole, and then with a loud crack the moons melded together and created a massive moon that was bigger than the three combined.

The new moon was shifted back for another three million kilometers, but its new size was still enough to block a third of the sky.

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Rowan heard what he thought was music, like a long orchestra that flew through the wind, and Jarkarr for the first time in twenty thousand years, bloomed green as massive forests, rivers, lakes, mountains arose from it.

Birds of the air, fishes of the sea and the myriad beasts that roamed the land began to be born, and in a blink of an eye, the world was populated with all manner of living things.

Then he heard the cry of a newborn, as the world consciousness was born anew, and when this all ended, the Anima of Boreas stood in the air with his arms folded in his chest.