The Primordial Record novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352 Silver Mountain

The merger of his Reflection with Andar was seamless, he was still Rowan but his mannerisms and goals had been replaced by Andar's. It was a con Rowan was familiar with, he would play the role of someone else so well, that he would become that person. He did it once inside the Nexus, he was doing it again now.

The collapsing stones began to be sucked into the void at the other side of the gate. This was the first step to awakening a Spirit Matrix.

Your gate was devoured as fuel for your Spirit Matrix to be born. The commotion was great, almost as if a thousand earthquakes were simultaneously happening.

Andar watched the last of his gate get sucked into the void and he waited for the next step. Even after it seemed like an eternity.

He knew that time was malleable during the awakening, and also he understood that his gate was beyond comparison. For something of that size to ignite, it would mean…

A bright flash of light, like the dawn of creation appeared inside the void and Andar flinched, his perception had no physical eyes or that bright light would have turned it to ash.

Rowan had seen a similar scene before and it was the moment of creation of a universe. It was eerily similar to the light he saw in the memories he snatched from his father.

Except the light of his awakening was silver.

The sound of the gate inside him igniting reached him a moment later and his perception was pressed flat like a board, as pieces of it began to shatter and fly off, each piece breaking off was agonizing. He would have screamed in pain, but such a level of uneasiness had no meaning for him anymore when his pain had exceeded a certain threshold.

He kept his perception open for as long as he could, for watching this scene was important.

It was different from all the visions of such scale that he had ever witnessed. Those had been filtered from the perception of someone else, and what he had experienced was diluted.

This was different, the things he was seeing were raw and untouched and he knew instinctively that memorizing as much of this scene would have undeterminable benefits in the future because he was memorizing so much that he could not currently interpret at this time, but it would not be the case in the future.

Whatever the Primogenitor of the Mages did to create the Spirit Matrix was a heaven-shaking endeavor, as he made the process of awakening to present the scene of a universe being created, mimicking that special moment that was hardly seen in countless Eras.

Andar perception began to collapse and yet he would not let go of this sight. It was like a drug that he did not want to stop taking even if it was killing him. No, it might end up killing him if he did not stop.

It was then that he saw it. It came like a wave of silver, like that last light of the evening that hits falling snow.

It was the Awakening.