The Primordial Record

Chapter 681 The Birth of A World Consciousness

With the return of these memories was the knowledge about the past, and they were both pleasing and horrifying for she remembered the endless torture Rowan went through in the hands of that monster and the message and inheritance that Elura had placed inside for her dear son.

With a loud cry she returned back to the planet as her Ascension had taken her to space, she tore through reality that was barely healing due to the bombardment of her godly tribulations.

The heavens themselves screamed her name, for she had left this world a mortal and returned a goddess.

The skies changed and the entire world was filled with life, trees sprouted from deserts and rivers sang as their waters became as sweet as honey.

Countless creatures were filled with vitality and their number exploded, and in a stunning change that would shock the universe… this world that had been left to rot for countless years began to grow.

The vast presence of life growing on its surface spurred a change inside of it, and slowly a consciousness was beginning to develop.

Everyone on the planet heard a cry like that of a child, as a World Consciousness was born, and the world transformed into a Minor World.

With her sheer presence alone, Maeve had created a Minor World!

Such an accomplishment had exceeded what a god should be able to accomplish, such powers should be left in the domains of Empyreans.

When she arrived the figure of Maeve had transformed, but it was such a drastic change that a normal ascension to godhood should not bring about.

This could not be called an Ascension, like Eva, Maeve was collecting what was stolen from the past, yet her journey transformed her, it made her become more than she once was.

Her past may have been of life, represented by the tree in her left hand, but her future was to be of punishment and death, represented by the lightning in her right hand.

Everyone here had witnessed a brief portion of her Ascension to a goddess, and when they saw her descending form covered with streaks of green lightning, they all bowed before the Handmaiden of their lord.

The changes in the planets, the endless tribulations… it was enough to leave a god speechless, and now the figure of Maeve that descended from the skies filled their hearts with adoration and horror in equal amounts.

These were her people, connected to her Divine Kingdom, and yet none of them could lift their head to look at her for more than a second, because her glory was unmatched.

Absomet shook her head and muttered, "This is ridiculous, a god is not supposed to be this powerful, what sort of bloodline is this?"

The body of the Rune Ship had been pressed into the earth and she could only make the smallest of movements, and this was only possible because the focus of Maeve was not upon her.

Absomet knew that even in her completed form, she would barely be a match for a newly ascended goddess. This thought was both fascinating and frightening to her.

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Maeve, noticing how much her present form was affecting everyone below, pushed all of her power into her Divine Kingdom until her presence could be tolerated.

During her ascension, she had brief control over her current shape due to the nature of her power being more like an inheritance than a true ascension, but she could change a bit of her body during this process.

When she became a goddess and lit up her Divine Spark, a massive change happened inside her Territory, transforming it into a Divine Kingdom that was different from the traditional god, but Maeve did not truly understand these changes or the ramifications behind them.

This transformation in her Divine Kingdom was reflected on her body as her dark short hair turned green and flowed like calm waves, extending down to her waist.

She grew two short green horns on her forehead, and wings like those of a butterfly extended from her back, but during this transformation, Maeve remembered the forms of the vassals of Rowan who had been with her through all the stages of her transformation, and she forced a change on her wings.

No longer was she a vassal of Elura, she had become something more, and in honor of her lord, she transformed her wings, to no longer be that of the Nymph, and although she did not know the names of these new vassals, she saw their wings and made her own to imitate their structure.

The two massive green wings behind Maeve that stretched more than thirty feet from tip to tip gave her a Divine presence that made even the stones shudder in awe.

Flowing among her wings were massive bolts of green lightning and if one was to watch closely, they would see a small fairy dancing on her wings.

Her feet did not touch the ground and she regarded Absomet and the rest with eyes filled with power. The head of Lamia had gone silent, even the crazed Abomination Core could feel the power erupting from Maeve—It was the gentle nature of the earth that was now filled with divine fury.

Every bolt of lightning coursing through her body was filled with life, but this feeling of endless vitality did not fill her enemies with reassurance, but dread.

Who better to dispense death than the one who controls life?

"Tell me everything you know," Maeve commanded.

Lamia could as well refuse this command than she could lift up the universe, her mouth opened, and she began talking.

At first, the face of Maeve was stern, and soon her eyes widened as panic filled them.