The Primordial Record novel Chapter 385

Chapter 385 Adapting To Pain

Andar discovered a horrific fact about the clouds at this level, every punch he made brought him pain, and the pain did not cease, it only compounded.

Every hit he made increased the pain he felt until it was as if everything he knew was pain. His stubbornness was what made him attack in a frenzy because he was afraid that if he stopped the pain would freeze him in place. _{freewёbnoνel.com}

This was the first time in his entire life to experience something like this. This was the sort of pain that would kill an average mortal man ten times over, and only his strong constitution was holding him in place.

Andar collapses as the pain overwhelms his senses.

Mira's eyes were wide, she knew of this peculiar nature of the clouds when you began to approach the base, it was the reason why she had Rank 0 Scripts. Usually, to push through the clouds to reach the bottom layers, you had to slowly claw your way through it. Yet they could not be too slow, because there was a time limit on the trial grounds.

It was the reason after millions of years, barely eleven people had made it to the last levels, as you did not just require strength, luck, and perseverance, you also needed the capacity to bear untold amounts of pain.

Andar was very powerful and talented, perhaps the most talented person she would ever meet, but it seemed as if he had not gone through any specific training to master pain. It was admirable he was able to push through to this level.

Who was responsible for training him?

Mira did not know that before now, it was generally acknowledged that Andar would never awaken his Spirit Matrix, and so he was not taught the process and what he should expect during awakening.

Also, every Great Tower had different Trial Grounds, and his master had no way of knowing the sorts of challenges to be faced in the Black Tower. Nevertheless, having seen the scope of Andar's talent, he had faith that he would be able to succeed.

If Andar's target was a Heavenly Fate Meditation Art, he would have been correct, because, at this level, you could find three powerful Arts that level, he wanted something more, or perhaps it should be said that Rowan wanted more.

Andar would have been delighted with a Heaven Fate Meditation Art, but for Rowan that was nothing. Anything short of a Supreme level of power was meaningless to him.

Mira hurriedly knelt by his side and cradled his sweating head that had begun to heat up, his veins threatened to burst out of his skin, as he groaned, the expression of pain on his face was so gut-wrenching she forgot herself and went to help.

She even forgot that Andar's body was so powerful, that he could seriously hurt or kill her if he was not paying attention.

"Stay with me Andar, listen to the sound of my voice."

"It hurts…it hurts. So bad… master, help me… it hurts…"

"I know, I know Andar, it is painful, but you have to push it aside, you are going to be a talented Mage and this sort of pain is nothing. Push through Andar."