Capítulo 843: Opening The Primordial Record

Circe breathing came faster, it was too much. The sounds… the smells… the losses… so much power erupting from the battle at every single moment that it could crush an entire galaxy to nothingness.

"Go closer, don't try to see everything, but focus on only one thing, from here expand the reaches of your mind and understand, this lesson would be invaluable to your growth, and mine…" Rowan said, and her body obeyed before her mind could follow, carried by a gentle breeze she drifted closer to the clash that was leaving millions dead with every breath she was taking.

She followed his advice and found the thing that she could hold on to inside all the chaos, it worked barely,

Circe whispered, "It's the smell like iron buried in the sea suddenly brought out into the air. It's the smell of lightning burning across the air before a storm hits," she shivered, feeling cold, "This is death in all her glory."

"You remembered everything I told you," Rowan said.