The only consolation he could give Circe while pushing her towards the lion's den was the fact that he had her soul in hand, and except Boreas used a god-killing weapon that could shatter her soul to nothingness, she was safe, no matter how many times she died.

Ambushing the god would not be easy, he was now most likely suspicious of this event and the only play Rowan had at this time would be Boreas's curiosity, arrogance, and depravity.

He doubted his father cared about the mental health of the gods of Trion, because living in the place, surrounded by the energy of Destruction, was enough to lead an Angel to madness. What Boreas and by extension, the rest of the gods were going through would be a million times worse.

Their Divine Kingdom was situated in this place, and without a shell, it was like dipping an open injury inside a vat of acid.

How were they all not insane?

Rowan suspected that this vault had a large part to play in this. No god, no matter how powerful should be able to exist inside a destructive zone like this. Circe would have to play her part well without the knowledge of what was going on, and Rowan would have only a single chance because he was dealing with forces here that he could not fully control.

"This is tricky she is still too weak. My Will would shatter the fragile balance here, hold on for a while longer Circe, the pain would not last for long. I can only do this much. I know you cannot hear me, but hold on."

Rowan sent this message to Circe's subconscious, anticipating what was to come. She would not be able to hear him, but he suspected that his resolve would flow through her, and he knew that with her strength of character, she only needed a little nudge.

Circe looked around confused and panicked, but Rowan held back from revealing himself. Everything he had displayed was from just using her power alone, and at this moment, Rowan could feel the gaze of Boreas flowing around Circe.

He could sense his curiosity, he was a creature that was invincible, fear and death were something hard for him to understand, and in his world, it was hard to surprise him.

For a god, surprise was not something to be feared, it was to be welcomed. In the long and endless road of time that awaited every god, surprises were welcomed, almost cherished.

Rowan was a bit amused that Circe was not moving, she was too distracted, the world she found herself inside was like nothing she had ever known, and that distraction would be deadly. The power he used to keep her safe would not last if she did not enter the castle.

Unaware that she was surrounded by Destruction that would erase her from existence in a moment, Rowan interfered with her hearing with a gentle touch, aware of the scrutiny of Boreas on Circe, he could only do this much.

That touch made her hear a loud cracking sound, and she turned around in surprise.

Rowan saw her panic as she witnessed the encroaching darkness. She ran across the bridge and at first Rowan thought she would hurry through the storm to the castle, but he was surprised when she pulled the power he used to create this minor barrier against the destruction into herself and used it to fuel her movements.

This turned out to be the correct decision because she had managed to enter the vault with this power, even though he suspected that it was Boreas who opened the door for her, she made the right choice and Boreas would have detested her controlling this power, driving away the suspicion that someone else was involved.

Circe just made his job a bit easier with this action but Rowan was not concentrating on what was happening inside the vault than outside of it, mapping every single part.

There were many surprises inside the vault but he wanted to understand the entire lay of the land before he focused on the obvious. An understanding of what the Vault would be began to evolve inside his consciousness, and then he shifted part of his focus to inside the vault with Circe, and as he expected, she was holding the attention of Boreas.

Rowan began to map the insides of the vault. The millions of Spirit Guise created by Boreas was noteworthy, but barely caught his attention although all of them were at the Major God level. This was enough firepower to control a vast section of the universe, yet it was only controlled by one god.

What was curious was where Boreas had acquired so much energy that he could fill up millions of Spirit Guise, but that train of thought was placed aside. If his father could have access to such great Destructive energies like these, then he should be able to acquire other great sources of power to feed his pets.

However, It was clear that even if he succeeded in killing this god, Circe would not be able to take his place because her Immortal soul would not be able to contain this much power in a short period of time.

It was almost difficult to fathom how much energy was required to create more than a hundred million Spirit Guise with powers equal to a Major God. Rowan could do it, his Primordial Sea of Darkness had more than enough Aether to power all of this and more, but he was a Nascent Primordial.

His surprise was a distraction he could not afford and he focused on the task at hand: locating the Divine Spark of Boreas.

Rowan had learned to see past the essence of a Divine Kingdom in order to find the core which was to be the Divine Spark, but everything about this place threw his calculations awry, and he could not find the Divine Spark.

At this moment, his investigation of the outer parts of the vaults to reveal its secrets was complete, and he finally understood how it possessed the ability to withstand the energy of Destruction.

The castle was made from a corpse, and this part he was seeing should be a small part of it, with his inference as a creator, he quickly figured out that this part was the knucklebones. Which would make whomever this bone belonged to most likely a hundred thousand feet tall if not more.

It was not hard to figure out that this body was the corpse of his brother.