The Primordial Record
chapter-812

This announcement from the gods took center stage over every other affair taking place on Trion, shaking every Noble house to its foundations. There had always been discussions and speculations surrounding the seemingly unending war inside Trion.

For as long as any mortal could remember, two of the seven continents were hell itself, where the blood of generations of Dominators, dating back to a million years, had spilled.

For Trion this war was a complicated affair, for one it was the source of their greatest pride that they were able to fight against two Supreme Worlds for a million years and keep them at bay, but it was also the source of their greatest shame that they could not push out their adversaries and had to give up two of their continents instead.

However, the Noble houses of Trion were aware that any time their gods had taken the battlefield, they had soundly defeated their opponent, killing Archmages and Demon Princes.

Only those at the top of the houses knew that this effort could be considered useless and was just a game played by the gods. Killing gods or Demon Princes were impossible, you could only banish them for a while. Their only weakness was their God Spark, but where could you find something that a god was determined to hide?

Something must have changed as the gods decreed that the seven noble houses, including those of Minerva who had never participated in the war, send all the armies they could manage to the battlefield, and it was decided that the family who was responsible for slaughtering the highest number of Mages and Demons, or accomplishing a tremendous feat on the battlefield that would lead to the end of the war would be crowned the ruler of Trion.

There were rumors abound that this drastic change in the manner of selection was because the God King was going to decide once and for all, who the true Ruler of Trion was to be. The winner would become the Final Emperor.

As if this news was not enough to shake the foundations of the Empire, there was a hidden message that had 'somehow' become known to all; The gods would be fighting this battle alongside them.

The mortals of Trion had only seen their Primogenitors from afar, unable to understand their thoughts or powers, but in this battle their gods would be fighting with them. Would a man experience a greater honor than to die for his god in battle, or even better, what if they could fight side by side with their god?

It could be expected that such a new blew up the minds of the entire populace of Trion, a fervor like no other held the entire Empire by the throat. This was not just going to be a war, it would be a Holy War!

The changing of victory never ceased for a single second in the entire capital as the war machine of Trion came to life, and for the first time, the Noble houses began to reveal their entire foundations without holding anything back. A call was placed to every Dominator outside Trion to return home; it did not matter what duties they held or whatever activities they were occupied with.

Every Dominator was to return home, failure to follow this order would lead to death for the Dominator and their entire families. They were to return with their armies if they had one, if they didn't, they were to return with whatever power or weapons they had acquired. For those without either of those, the families' treasure houses were thrown wide open and from now until the war is over you can exchange for any weapon of your choice.

It did not matter whether they were criminals or traitors, all offenses would be forgiven when you wash them away with the blood of the enemies in the greatest battle that would ever be fought.

Since that day the entire skies of Trion were filled with endless light as millions of ships began to fly into the planet. At first, there were attempts to regulate and monitor everyone entering the planet, but such efforts were futile because they were too many ships incoming.

The call for Dominators all around the Empire controlled territories had seen more success than the family Ancestors had imagined. Many Dominators had spread their seeds to the stars without informing their family Ancestors, and the opportunity to fight for freedom or beside their Primogenitor was something they could not give up.

Although the Ancestors of the families would never acknowledge it, they knew that this summoning for Dominators went deeper than just this announcement on the surface. Deep inside their bloodline was a call to return to Trion, and they knew that this call came from nowhere else than the gods themselves.

It would be easier to cut off your legs with a rusted spoon than to ignore this call that was resonating in the bloodline of every Dominator.

The gods were calling all members of their bloodlines back to them. If the excitement had washed away from their eyes, perhaps this fact should have scared them.

In the background the gods of Trion began to move pieces, every day their Anima shone bright as they bestowed blessings and weapons to their fatefuls. Bloodline Treasures and weapons that were once thought lost or had been seized by other families were mysteriously returned, and the entire world of Trion bubbled.

Dominators began to advance their bloodline powers without caring for their foundations, as the skies were lit up with the glow of State Advancement. A madness had been bestowed on every Dominator as they no longer feared what their unstable foundation would affect their future progress, they only knew that they needed more power.

However, keener minds noticed that the backlash of advancement had mysteriously reduced, and Dominators could easily ascend through the Paths of Dominion far more easier than ever in history.

Acts that had been forbidden for advancement, including cannibalizing bloodline and talents became rampant. In the shadows entire households were slaughtered, their flesh and blood were eaten and their Territories swallowed.

Everything was for the sake of power. After a while, the most depraved individuals found out that there seem to be no punishment when their acts were discovered. The Justice Council, the most feared arm of the God King that policed the affairs of Dominators were quiet.

There was a brief moment when Trion seemed to hold its breath, perhaps some Dominators knew they were about to go down a slippery slope; this was the time when order and a firm punishment should be made to check this madness, but there was none.

No order from the top to regulate the madness hidden inside the blood of Dominators and with the infusion of so many foreign Dominators into Trion who were not aware of the hidden madness happening on the ground, all hell was let loose.

Trion began to cannibalise itself as Earth gods after Earth gods began to appear. A determined Dominator who was insane enough could grow from the first circle to the fourth circle by devouring tens of thousands of his bloodline members.