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Chapter 141: Erohim
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"My lord, this is the foreman Rashid and his second Bennam," Yurlov motioned towards the two bowing men, before he himself bowed to the woman as he introduced her, "and Her Eminence, Circe Boreas."

Rowan nodded at them, as he looked over their heads and into the town, which was an easy thing to do because he was more than seven feet tall. Of course, he already swept through the town with his Spatial sight, but it was always safe to always keep your cards hidden until when needed.

"I can see you are already packing up." Rowan eyes followed the lines of people loading goods into heavy-duty vehicles that resembled buses that had the tires of tractors.

"Yes my lord, it is clear that we are no longer safe here, and since the Great winter ’is coming, and with this calamity that has befallen us, it’s expected that we are to move to the iron fortress for refuge." This time it was the foreman Rashid that replied to him.

"That’s good, but you have to move up your schedule. They are coming." Rowan pointed towards the west, "I checked their speed of movements, and in a week, they would be here. An army of monsters, millions strong. They are coming from both land and air, and you would be quickly surrounded."

He saw the panic wash over them, as the foreman gave rushed instructions to Yurlov, who nodded and ran back into the town, their faces were white, and their breath quickened, all except the woman—Circe Boreas.

In fact, the look of fascination had never left her face as she peered at him, she gave a little smile as she turned and touched the arm of the foreman lightly, "Rachid, I think it would be expedient to do away with everything that would delay our movements, except for all the basic commodities we need for survival, please do away with the rest. I want us to be out of here within the hour."

Her words were like a whip, and both men straightened and bowed to her, and they hurried into the town.

"A week, you said?" Circe turned to him, and with a flash, the big book disappeared from her hands, most likely she had a Spatial treasure, looking closer, he saw a silver ring on her left hand, on her middle finger, Rowan stifled the urge to investigate the storage ring with his Spatial sight.

"with the momentum I observed from the creatures in the horde? Yes. But, that is not the problem, smaller offshoots like the wolf travel ahead of the horde and those are the riskiest factors to determine the survival of these people."

"Yeah… It is. This is an unprecedented disaster, and I never imagined Jarkarr would ever face a situation like this. We’re so far from the front lines." Circe spoke softly as she looked down, "You know, you never did introduce yourself."

"I believe I did not." Rowan looked away.

She waited for a while and hearing no further response from him, she said, "Not that it would matter much anyway because folks here have already given it to you. A name."

"They gave me a name?" surprise colored his tone, Rowan did not think what he did warranted such attention, yeah he saved their people, but anyone sufficiently powerful would be able to easily do that. He did not necessarily think his actions deserve a name, seemed excessive.

"Yes." Circe gave a small laugh as she covered her mouth, "Do you want to hear it?"

"Do tell."

"Erohim!" Circe announced it with a little flair, as she raised the edge of her gown, "Please come with me, while I facilitate the quick movement of these people. They all fall under my responsibilities."

She turned and waited for Rowan, who began walking beside her. She was around six feet two, tall for a woman, but she had to look up when talking to Rowan.

He had been mouthing the name in his mouth, as if he was tasting it. It was not an unconventional phrase, yet he still wondered why he had been given that name, most likely it was because of his actions of saving these people or was it something more?

Indeed, he began hearing whispers of the name—Erohim— from the mouth of the people who were throwing him furtive glances as they hurried around, packing up, around the back of some of the men were weapons that resembled rifles with some carrying broad bladed machetes on their waist.

Rowan was genuinely interested in this weapon that resembled a gun, he would try to get his hands on some of them later.

Circe suddenly said, "Did my brother send you? If he does not think I can handle this crisis, he should inform me, not go behind my back making plans I have no idea of."

"No! I mean, your brother did not send me, I don’t know him, you or anyone else in this town." Rowan’s reply was curt, as his eyes never stopped looking around as he observed everything around him.

The town was fairly large, and Rowan estimated that between 20,000 – 30,000 people would reside here. It was clear that this town served as the home base for the workers who used the other location that had been destroyed by the wolves as a factory.

Rowan noticed hundreds of crates of blue flowers, that had an unpleasant smell. They were being offloaded amidst panicked cries. Those arguments were quickly dispelled by men with guns, and food and other necessary provisions were now being stocked inside the vehicles.

"Avud!" Circe gestured all around her, "the name of the town … not that its name would matter much, seeing it’s about to be crushed to dust soon."

"It will matter to them." Rowan said as his eyes looked at the people around, those that came near him gave a hurried bow with the whisper of "Erohim!", and they seemed to walk with less burden on their shoulders. Rowan noticed these events and silently pondered their meaning.

"So, you would have me believe you came here with no stakes in any of this, purely for the sake of what? Goodwill?"

"I never said I had no stakes in this conflict. I believe the term mercenaries should not be strange to you."

"You want me to hire you?"

"I want you to compensate me for whatever services I’m going to render for you and your town. I will not be taking orders from you or anyone else, for I believe you would not be able to utilize my abilities to their full scope"

"Whoever says I need such a service, Erohim?"

"Come now, you are too smart to be playing this game, or I think you are, don’t make me doubt my judgment. You are undoubtedly here as a manager of this place, and if you had no stakes in whatever happens here, you would be nowhere near this planet."

She laughed, and it was a hearty laugh that carried with the breeze, they reached a five-storey structure, which was the tallest building inside the town, a large metallic sign in front of it read Rema Trading House.

Rowan was familiar with this sign, as with most people, although before now he did not think its reach extended to other planets outside Trion. Hell, he did not there were other habitable planets outside Trion.

Four men in heavy Guardsmen Armor, stood outside the door like statues, two on each side, and they gave crisp salutes and Rowan noticed the color of their armor was blue with a lightning bolt on the chest, they carried a similar Rifle on their back, but this one had been magnified ten times over and should be termed cannons.

Hmm… Boreas family… Lightning bolts… Blue hair. This must be a planet under their family’s control. Their Pathway should be that of the Storm callers.

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    Me3
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    Thank you for telling me what it meant 10/10 name
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      Immortal_tiger
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      What did it mean
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        Kevinsconde
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        They are calling him a god.
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        Tomy
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        "I am told you came down from the mountains, with the sun in your hands. You see, the name of that mountain is Erohim!"

        She paused for effect, and Rowan blinked and rubbed his forehead, "if that’s all to the story, then I’m impressed, you truly are a good storyteller."

        "Shh… I’m about getting to the good part. As you know, before this world was assimilated into the glorious domain of the Great Empire by my Ancestor Boreas, it had its customs, it had its histories, it had its heroes and also its gods."

        "Unlike the other families, we are pretty open to the ideas of foreign gods and a people preserving their history and culture, so most of the legends of the past of this planet are relatively intact."

        "Relatively?" Rowan asked.

        Circe smiled, "Erohim is a being that embodies the last two, both a hero and a god. According to the stories passed down by the locals of this planet, Erohim was born from the union of the Moon— Ganesha and the Sun—Orum."

        "It was said that his birth was very difficult and Ganesha tried to bring him into the world for more than a thousand years of labor but she could not. They said the milk from her ever full breast rained down on the world every ten years, bringing about the Great Storm that froze the planet."

        "Anyway, as the Legend goes, Erohim became frustrated and angry at his mother for failing to birth him after a thousand years, and he became angered, the result of his wrath caused his mother Ganesha great pains, and her cries of pain soon reached the Sun—Orum, who decided to sought help from their father who lived at a very distant sea."

        " The journey took another ten thousand years, but finally, he had a solution, but it was already too late…"


        It appears 2 chapters later, but if anyone else was curious I figures it'd be nice to say it here as I don't think it's a spoiler.
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          Tomy
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          However, as you can see the story isn't finished. Circe tells the rest of the story on Chapter 192:

          "Good." Circe settled and cleared her throat as she became serious, "It is said that the journey took ten thousand years for Orum to return to his wife, but by then it was already too late. He heard her cries from afar, and he burned his soul to return, his glory burning so bright that a part of the Universe did not see darkness for a long time after he had passed."

          "He was still too slow, and his journey was too long. For although Erohim had remained inside the womb of his mother, he was beloved by both the sun and the moon, and his strength was great, they had both given him the best parts of their Divinity."

          "Meanwhile in the world below, every man and beast on the surface of the earth began to perish, for Orum had taken away his light as he journeyed to find his father, and even if Ganesha gave all the light she could to the world below. It was simply not enough."

          "The last living beings in the world died, their passage heralded by the cries of a weeping moon."

          Circe paused, something about this part of the story seemed to resonate with her, nevertheless, she cleared her throat and continued.

          "Erohim knew nothing of this. Every action of his was an endless struggle to escape his confinement, and his mother’s cries of pain could be heard all over the universe, as she tried to soothe the child, but Erohim was still young and did not understand restraint. In their joy of conceiving a child, they had made a mistake and given him too much of their strength, especially Ganesha."

          "With a massive heave from his hands, Erohim tore his mother apart from the inside, spilling her lifeblood upon the dead world. The ever cries of his mother who had been with him all this while faded, and It was at that moment that Erohim understood what he had done. He cried for a thousand years and his tears were like burning drops of diamonds and sprayed all over the world, bringing light."

          "The light combined with the lifeblood of his mother and from it, they gave back life to the world. Once more, life in all its glory flourished under the tears of Erohim"

          "They new men and beast began to worship Erohim, but their adulation did not bring him any joy. For his mother was dying, and he could do nothing but weep, and she died soon after, and his pain seemed to have no ending."

          "Yet, his pain was what gave this world life."

          "That was the state of things, Orum returned to find, his wife sundered in three parts and his son, a weeping mess. Orum was consumed with grief, and he no longer felt love for his son but instead was replaced by hate, and in a fit of rage he tore the weeping child to pieces with his bare hands."

          " To the newly created men, Orum saw them as an affront to his grace—A disgraceful union between his wife and son, and he quested deep into the world where beings of darkness lay that had grown numerous in his absence and he made these beings of darkness into monsters, with a singular purpose, which was to torment every living creature on the face of the world."

          "For a very long time after, Orum gloried in the cries of despair from the world, and even his great light began to grow dark with corruption, and he could barely give out light, and when he did give out light, it was so bright it scorched the land."

          "The delight of Orum for such perversity did not decrease, but became much deeper, until his light began to burn red. He continuously tortured the new men, until their cries became so loud, it silenced the weeping of Erohim, for even though he was in pieces he still lived in agony."

          "Seeing the suffering of the world, Erohim stopped weeping and turned his voice to cry out for help, after begging his father to no avail. Erohim did not give up and continued seeking for aid, until his petition reached the home of his Ancestor, a mysterious being who dwelled far away."

          "Yet, his hopes were dashed once more, as he received no aid but silence. His voice stayed outside the home of the Ancestor, and every moment he cried for mercy for his people. But he was ignored."


          "His antics had made some dwellers in the home of his Ancestor angry, and one among them acted and banished his voice from reaching that place no longer."
          " Almost in despair, and about to give up, he noticed that the one who banished him was a talking cup of tea, that was filled with starlight, and Erohim took a chance and when the tea cup was looking away, he drew in a deep breath and sucked away all the starlight it contained."

          "That starlight contained knowledge, and with this knowledge, he could control the powers of his station."

          "The adulation of the people had given Erohim the gift of wisdom, and with that gift, he fashioned a great warrior from his heart, and he released the warrior unto the world to fight the monsters his father had unleashed onto it."

          "The warrior was great in strength and wielded both Divine Might and Heavenly Flames, and he gathered all the people from East to West, North and South, and forged a great army with him as the leader, and he began a campaign against the monsters."

          "Using his blood, Erohim began healing his dead mother, even as he battled the monsters in the world. Yet, his powers were so great, he was able to resurrect his mother, although with great cost to himself. Yet, he still failed to make her whole once more, but she came back to life, but no longer as one singular moon but three."

          Circe paused and paused and pointed at the sky, even at dawn, you could still see the three moons hanging on the horizon like white pearls in a sea of gold, "Ga, Ne, and Sha. These are the three moons that were left."

          "Ga–Ne–Sha was still too weak, however she could slowly recover, and she called for her husband and her son. Orum felt disbelief at first and then intense happiness, as his wife was back to life once more, but when Ganesha saw the state of the world, her son, and the appearance of her husband and the catastrophe he had placed on the world, her grief became heavy."

          "With a loud cry, Ga–Ne–Sha weak Spirit fell into true death, and Orum seeing the result of his fury fled in shame to the darkest corner of the universe."

          "But Erohim did not falter, he spent the last of his blood to make sure the body of his mother was whole, and the moment he defeated the last of the monsters, he ignited his Spirit and became the new sun over the world, and there he had watched ever since."

          "Or until, they say our progenitor came and stabbed him in the back with a lightning bolt, but who knows…"
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