Chapter 688 A Heavy Heart Circe no longer looked back, as the light from the explosion was now fully covered by the gigantic bodies of the Ancestors of all seven families. Archimedes thankfully stopped talking and snuggled closer to Circe. The Lightning Kirin above all else knew how tyrannical the Ancestors of the Major Family were, as a Lightning Kirin she had a bloodline talent that gave her nine lives. Every time she was killed, she would be resurrected anytime there was an intense lightning storm. She had been killed eight times by some of the figures sitting around this fire, so she knew they were to be feared. After Ohrox had died, Archimedes had gone mad, and only luck had kept her alive, or perhaps being down to her last life curbed her reckless nature. They soon reached their destination—A traveling caravan that stretched into the horizon and beyond it, like a massive snake, the caravan moved with surprising speed over the plain. Circe, who had spent so much of her life as a merchant had easily found a resonance inside her when living among these people, and since they never stayed in one place for long, it was the best way to keep under the radar. The most powerful presence in this caravan was an Earth god and Circe could easily slip in under his nose. The world was rapidly changing, since the bloodline lock over the Children of Trion had been lifted two decades ago, Earth gods had begun to sprout like weeds. After a million years of accumulation, the amount of Pyre Lords in existence was uncountable and had been stuck at the Third Great Circle, with a life span of ten thousand years, many Pyre Lords had perished, but there were many methods to extend their lives, and the most safest was by hibernation. Over the years many Pyre Lords had chosen to go to sleep in the hope that one day the bloodline lock would be lifted. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞 Their hopes were not wasted for with the bloodline lock lifted they had all begun to awaken, and with every year that passed, thousands of them stepped into the Earth god level. At the Earth god level their bodies were considered immortal, able to regenerate from even a blood drop but their only weakness was the soul. Unlike a god with an Immortal Soul, an Earth god's soul would not be able to withstand the ravages of time and even if their bodies would never age, their soul would go weary as the information it could hold and power it could process had a limit, and it would fail. Depending on the lifestyle of an Earth god, they could live for as long as millions of years or as short as a few tens of thousands. What made Trion special was that a Dominator at the Earth god level was as powerful as an average Minor god! This meant that the combat power of Trion had grown exponentially in the last two decades, reaching unknown heights. There were times when Circe wondered why the gods had instituted the bloodline lock in the first place, surely they were not afraid of more Earth gods. The caravan they were following traveled from continent to continent, their trips in between continents could take from thousands to tens of thousands of years due to the size of Trion and it could be said that every caravan was a city to itself. Stretching for more than two hundred miles and holding more than two million passengers, entire families and bloodlines had called the caravan home for thousands of generations. An ever-evolving entity, the caravan was home to the most diverse groups of people, with everyone coming together and creating unique traditions and rules to govern themselves. Yet like all great caravans, they were all heading towards the capital of Trion, Aroth. The selection for the next Ruler of Trion was already underway, and they would be there to bow down to the new Emperor or Empress that would take the noble throne. The Caravan was moving faster than usual and Circe smiled, the Earth god Roger who led this caravan was someone who actively tried to avoid danger, and where others would fish for benefits, he would be going the other way. This was the reason why Circe chose this caravan. The fantastic sight on the horizon could be seen from this place, as seven massive figures whose heads touched the skies sat together. Such a view made an entire section of Trion ground to a halt. It was not every day that the Ancestors could be seen. Roger the Earth god on the other hand chooses to move faster away from them, he knows that such massive changes always come with an equal amount of danger. Circe quietly alighted on her personal carriage. She had selected a carriage that was autonomous and powered by a fairly powerful Spiritual Intelligence Matrix. This matrix detected its Control Rune when Circe got close to it and opened a hatch at the top for her to easily access its interior, greeting her with a deep male voice, while informing her that a hot meal and a bath had already been prepared for her. She descended into a comfortable area that was tastefully furnished to the extent it resembled a cottage, with a large fireplace, cozy sofas, and other comforts of home. From outside the carriage did not appear very large, it propelled itself with four jet engines spewing out heated air so it could hover above the ground, but inside was ten times larger. Eva on behalf of Rowan had made sure Circe had been given a vast amount of wealth, and she bought the top-of-the-line vehicle for herself. Archimedes jumped away from Circe, spread her wings, and dove into a floating metallic plate that was directly above the fireplace she stretched comfortably, and before long she was snoring peacefully. Looking at the Lightning Kirin that seemed to have no care in the world, Circe smiled, a bit of the burden on her heart was set aside. With a flash of light, she conjured a large parchment. Once again she opened it and reading the content, her heart went heavy. The events of today weighed on her, she had fled from Jarkarr after the battle between godly beings was waged and she had seen the result of that clash, but it had been distant from her. Beings like Rowan were like forces of nature, and their acts could not be judged with common sense. It was the reason she ran away from Rowan, the thought of being beside someone who saw you as an ant could not be borne by a normal mind. Now she had killed millions and Circe wondered if her quest for justice was worth it.