Circe held herself and wept silently, even though the place that was destroyed was mostly filled with military personnel who were aware of the risk of their profession it did not detract from the fact that they had families, dreams…
Her mind went to a figure that seemed to be made from everlasting metal. How did he do it? How could he fight against the gods, and bear the billions that perished as a result of those actions?
Unlike a mortal who could not visualize the death of a hundred people in stark detail, Circe's mind was capable of so much more and she could almost feel the stares of a million souls boring into her Spirit, their eyes were filled with flames and they reached for her, seeking to make her feel the pain she had inflicted on them.
She woke up screaming.
Circe had unknowingly fallen asleep, but it was not for long, by her estimation she had barely been asleep for less than forty-five seconds.
At her level, she no longer needed sleep for an extended period of time, and she could stay active for months at a time. It was a testament to her heavy heart that she had slept without any indication, which should signify that her body must be searching for methods to deal with the stress.
Circe shook herself and touched the parchment that had driven her to this place, perhaps reminding herself of the past would give her the energy to face the future.
Yet she understood deeply inside her heart, that no matter how deep her pain was, the price she was paying for revenge was too much for her to bear.
She spread open the parchment and began to read.
This was the message that Nana had told her to find on the Planet Beorryn, at the so-called Namorra Inn.
Circe had come across an enigmatic figure called Mydas who appeared to be a shapeshifter with a penchant for hurting their bodies while playing a sort of game with the various shapes they could transform into. Since this tavern owner could make deals with gods from the entire universe, then any of their actions would hold meaning that Circe would not be able to comprehend.
The Safety Deposit Box that she collected from them contained many things, and among them was this parchment, which told Circe the true story about what happened with her parents and who had ripped her heart away from her.
Apparently, Circe was born a Breaker. This was a special Dominator who was born with great talents, and it was rumored that their talents alone were not what made them special, but that they could cause great changes in their families that could either be a source of good or ill.
This information was strictly known to a few members of the Nobility and according to Nana, although she could not be sure, she suspected that every Ancestor was a Breaker.
Circe's father was not a powerful Dominator, and when his daughter's talents turned out to be so heaven defying he was not informed, the reason was that he was too low in rank to be worth such valuable information, but it was not only her father that was not informed of her talent, even the family authorities was also out of the loop.
This was supposed to be a great crime, but the details about this matter had been deeply silenced. If Circe had not been associated with Rowan she would have gone to the family heads for justice, but that path was no longer available for her.
Many things were now too late.
When the talent of Circe was discovered, the greedy amongst them saw a chance for power that could elevate their status beyond what they could currently reach and that person was Gerus Boreas, father of Rico Boreas, he was an especially greedy and powerful Dominator at the third great Circle who was the head of the branch of the Boreas Family where Circe was born.
Even though Circe's father was not powerful, they could not openly seize her power without repercussions and they plotted ways to get to this power, it turned out to be laughably easy.
Her father was a loyal soldier, so it was easy for them to place him in places of danger where he did not survive for long. The poor man had believed in the wisdom of his elders and they led him to an early grave, leaving behind a wife and a few months old baby, who he only saw once.
Assassins were sent for the sleeping child, and while she was held down, one of them cut out her beating heart.
The last thing Circe remembered was her crying mother being butchered trying to reach her.
When she awoke to the surprise of many they fed her a lie that Rico the son of their family branch head had saved her, even given her his heart.
Circe was young and believed that lie, taking Rico as her brother and cherishing him as the only family she had.
Now she understood the true reason she was alive that the thrash could not even handle the strain of holding her heart, and they had to place his organs inside her failing body to slowly siphon her Aura to calm the power inside her heart for Rico to slowly merge with it, without this delicate balance, the heart would have exploded like a bomb, because Rico could not handle the amount of Aether and elemental magic that it could contain.
In the time she had been loyal to Rico, he had been feeding off her like a gigantic lice. The bastards had killed her family and she had been made to love them.
The so-called Assassins were members of her family who had seen her talent as a waste and a threat to their dominance.
Circe remembered that she had been in a dazed state for nearly a week when she read the portion of this parchment. The first fifty years of her life in the service of Rico had been hard, but she was loyal to the man who saved her.
Nana was one of his soldiers and after her injuries, she became an Archivist, a position that allowed her to dig into the past, and solve the obsession of the death of her sister and husband. It was this hint that led her to the truth.
A truth that was not even properly hidden because everyone expected Circe to die at the Incarnation State.
Nana was a sworn soldier to the head of the branch and she could not betray him, but she could keep this information she had found out, waiting for the day when the truth would be revealed.
The events at Jarkarr had thrown off her plans, but at least she had been able to get this information to Circe.
Circe had burned with rage for so long but now she was wondering if her suffering and revenge necessitate the death of so many people?
Suddenly she felt the hair raise up at the back of her neck and she looked upward, the ceiling turning transparent for her to look at the sky.
She gasped in shock as she saw countless meteors tearing their way through the sky.
A memory slammed into her mind like a lightning bolt. The first time she had seen meteors like this was back in Jarkarr. It was a meteor shower that brought monsters and shattered the world.
That meteor shower also brought… him.
Surely, this could not be the same right?
