Will Of Elder (9)

The Eyes of Divus flashed yellow with exhilaration, and she attempted to stand up from the throne of sand and blood, chains of light and darkness held her back, and she looked down as a flash of anger brushed through her beautiful face, and then she looked at Rowan before sighing,

"Why are you free before me, when you are nothing but a dumb pile of muscle?"

Rowan remained silent, but whoever Divus was, she certainly liked the sound of her voice because she continued speaking,

"Well, at least it is a good thing that you have resurrected my name, spread it across the lower lifeforms in this new reality that those Primes have made for themselves, and in time I would be able to begin entering their minds and corrupting their source."

Rowan straightened, it took longer than he would have liked, but he had acclimated to the sound of her voice, the trick to it was rather simple, he shifted his perception to that of the Primordial Ouroboros.