On a mountainous region buffeted by intense sand storms and rogue lightning strikes that slammed against the earth with no warning, a figure pushed their way through the storm, enduring every lightning bolt that struck them, although they appeared unaffected by this great force of nature until they arrived at the center of this place.
The figure removed the wraps covering their face and the woman that was revealed underneath was beautiful but her face was set in a firm manner that showed her determination, her green eye flashed as she looked around, and then she nodded. This was the right place for her to become a god.
After more than fifteen years, Maeve was on the verge of becoming a god!
She had been surprised at her quick growth in power, but with every day that passed, her powers continued growing in leaps and bounds since she used the image and memories of Rowan as her Incarnation.
If she had to guess, she believed it was because she was the first person who had ever truly worshipped Rowan's Incarnation, therefore she had unrestricted access to a well of power that was deeper than she could ever imagine.
The only activity that Maeve performed on her journey to become a god was to go around the planet, and every day she came across powerful beasts that she fought and when she won they became her source of sustenance. She had circled the entire planet 356 times before she reached the cusp of godhood.
It did not take long for her to understand that someone was here helping her grow, for the challenges she faced were dangerous but not overwhelming.
She would go to sleep and when she woke up she would see that her terrain had changed, presenting a fresh set of challenges and powerful enemies to fight, and it was like this that enemies and terrains that she felt could be found from all over the galaxy and even beyond was brought to her and she took to it like fish to water, endlessly battling and growing stronger.
Maeve did not find such a life to be exhausting, she was growing stronger with every single day and she blew through every single obstacle on her path until she was finally at the moment when she stood at the brink of divinity.
'What sort of a god will I become?'
If anyone had told Maeve that she could become a god in less than two decades she would have laughed and called them a fool.
A god was a Title and a position so far above her station and knowledge that the idea that she could become one would be ridiculous to her, it was like an ant thinking it could lift up a mountain range, and yet, here she was, at the brink of her Ascension.
She looked into herself and acknowledged the reason for this change—Her Lord.
Rowan's Incarnation was the source of these great changes, as the energy it gave her was so pure and vast, that it was a struggle to digest and incorporate it. She had shattered her entire power system and began from scratch because her previous foundations could not bear the weight of this Incarnation.
From a mortal back to the Incarnation Realm took less than eight months, the Image of Rowan transformed again when her foundation became more solid, becoming something more ethereal. He was no longer a godlike figure with the eyes of a dragon, now it seemed as if he was made from all the stars in the skies.
Anytime she had unleashed her Incarnation, it was almost as if a new dawn was arising, and she rarely used this Incarnation in combat, because the power alone was enough to sweep past all her enemies and decimate the land for hundreds of miles, and as she grew more powerful, this range increased to thousands of miles until she stopped using it any longer to battle because she knew if she displayed it with her present powers of an Earth god, she would turn this planet to dust.
When she reached the Second Great Circle and gained her territory at the Spirit Territory Realm, it turned out to be a vast land filled with endless forests and meadows, it contained great mountains and lush valleys, and it reminded her of home, but it was a home that she could not remember.
The instant she reached the Incandescent Realm, life was born inside her Territory as great beasts of all sizes filled her lands and her waters. This change filled her with awe and yet she knew a greater part of this change could be assigned to a figure that dwelled at the edge of her Territory.
That figure was the starlight Incarnation of Rowan who sat cross-legged at the edge of her Territory and the light that radiated from it filled her Territory with endless vitality. Enhancing the growth of her Territory a thousand times over, even time seemed to be accelerated inside her Territory.
At the Proclamation Realm, the voices and the souls of the people stuck to her Spirit gained life and filled her Territory, even the Nymph became real and had a new form.
All the people of her lord were born again, and they began creating homes, and slowly the village of Calcutta was created near the massive Incarnation of Rowan, and the light from it filled these people with the strength of a hundred dragons, even their newborn sons and daughters grew strong under this light.
She had no idea how she broke through to the Third Great Circle, it happened as she was resting after a great battle with a powerful Wyvern, and she suddenly felt are Realm loosening, as a great burst of power filled had soul and she stepped into the Realm denied to every maid since the birth of Trion, and she became a Cinder Spark.
A third of the forest and rivers in her Territory were combusted, creating an inferno that was a mile high that burned without smoke. Her Cinder Spark was mighty!
The power she could draw from this flame was earth shattering and as always a new branch of enemies was given to her to battle and solidify her realm, from Demons, Mages, Dominators, Titans, Dragons, and many other creatures from the universe, all of them were brought to her to battle.
When she became a Pyre Lord she was now able to control this flame, and it was then that she began to catch sight of a being with wings of light that guided her through this world.
