Chapter 736: The Ritual Of Transference

With a sound as if the air was escaping a vacuum, the Divine Spell that Boreas conjured began to lose its energy and the space inside the vault was rapidly shrinking, millions of miles vanishing in every heartbeat, and it was a shame that he could not observe this process better, Rowan felt that there was a mystery here that would reveal itself if only he took the time to observe properly but his time here was rapidly coming to an end and the effect of Boreas' death would be rippling out in no time so he focused on the most difficult part of his task.

Building his forge had taken all of Rowan's theoretical knowledge about the operation of Runes and hundreds of other disciplines to the pinnacle in the universe and with this Nascent Primordial senses and perception, that pinnacle was being pushed forward daily, even if he was consciously not trying to learn.

The time spent in the Sand Lines on his way to Aroth was not in vain, Rowan had been creating a Runic Platform for the transference of Soul Traits, memories, abilities, and energy to a willing receptacle. He had the sample of Boreas bloodline and he had Circe, and now that he had the Divine Spark of Boreas, everything was complete.

The ritual for transference was a relatively common rite but was notorious because it was dangerous to perform because there were a great many unknowns about this ritual, yet Rowan knew the reason for this difficulty was because of the soul.

Most of the rituals of transferring did not make any allocation for the soul, the concept of souls was too high level for most and it usually caused these rituals to fail, so it was not popular.

Usually, a Transference ritual had extremely strict criteria, and the most powerful transference ritual that had been created was the one that could transfer the Spirit power from one individual to another.

There was no one he knew that could transfer souls, and even if it was possible, certainly not the soul of a High god, and the soul of Boreas was stranger and more powerful than any High god because his Soul and Divine Spark had been fused.

Faint trails of mist had begun to escape from Boreas scattered body parts, with a gesture Rowan pushed them back inside. Killing Boreas should set off great calamities on Trion that could shatter continents and kill billions, and this was the least of the aftereffects, that is, if Rowan failed to stop the effects of his death from rippling out from this vault.

Rowan slammed a spherical Runic platform into the ground of the vault that measured around thirty-five feet across; it was made from metals that could not be found inside the universe. Millions of Living Runes were etched on it, which swam across with a life of their own.

There were eighteen receptacles on that platform that were arranged in the shape of a man but were spread out so a large square-like platform would be left in the middle.

He waved Circe's hand and a pale silver fire erupted from the edges of the circular platform, which began to slowly rise from the ground. If his calculations were correct, he needed to finish this transfer before the platform rose higher than seven hundred and seventy-seven feet or he would fail.

Rowan began to rise alongside the platform as he deposited the body parts of Boreas into those eighteen receptacles. When he killed the god, he did not butcher him into all those parts for the sake of any twisted enjoyment, it was all for this ritual.

Rowan paused when he glimpsed the face of Boreas. Death had ripped every indicator of arrogance from his features and Rowan could see that in another life, he could have called him brother. Their resemblance was truly striking.

Like all his victims, Boreas was not born evil, but the touch of his father had perverted their nature.

There would have been a time when Rowan would have felt intense loss and maybe a bit of sorrow, but he knew he had no more place in his heart for his enemies whether they became so by choice or coercion. Boreas did not show it, but he had been in pain.

With the time he had spent inside the body of this god, he understood that the Aura of Destruction around the vault had driven him mad, and his only hope to escape this torture was death. The corruption inside them was like a virulent cancer that had taken over the cells entirely.

He set the body of Circe inside the receptacle in the middle of the Runic Platform. This type of ritual would normally need the aid of hundreds of members working in tandem, and that was for a much simpler affair, what he would be doing now would be ten times harder.

Despite all those challenges, he had managed to refine the ritual down to its essence, but it would still require someone else to complete it. Rowan could only do so much while existing as a one-dimensional being in a three-dimensional universe.

The platform had already risen for forty feet, aware of the time constraints he began riffling through his consciousness.

There were multiple choices that could complete this ritual for him, at the top were Eva, Lost, and the two Sovereigns. He automatically dismissed the Sovereigns as a choice from the three.

Although the Sovereigns could restrict their energy outflows, they were still too powerful and their presence would be felt all over Trion and beyond if he summoned them, Eva would be the best choice but Lost would have to do because Rowan was still planning for the future events that whatever happened here was discovered.

He would be scrubbing any trace of his energy from the vault and make sure only the energy of the Demon King was left, of course, he would ensure that the flickers of that energy would be so minute that it would only be discovered by luck, but if anyone could discover an evidence so minuscule like that, it would be the gods of Trion.

Rowan would also be making use of Lost due to the energy of the Mages contained inside their Spirit Matrix. In the event that he failed this ritual and could not contain the energy of Boreas, the culprits responsible for the death of this god would be the Demons and Mages.

He hoped to perfectly take the place of Boreas, but he must always plan for when he failed.