The Primordial Record novel Chapter 388

Chapter 388 Grey Will.

The four Archmages' eyes were now fully focused on Andar and Mira, for them to make it to this stage, even given their talent was rare.

2-Star Archmage Lucius Gryfron sighed, "The talent of this child is superb, if he can hold back the pain for a little while longer and use the Cloud Whale in his Rank 2 Aegis Script he will be able to reach the final layer. Congratulations… your daughter made a wise decision by allying with him."

"Hahaha, it's her fortune, the plan was for her to get the Revolving Core Meditation Art, and I gave her just enough resources to reach that level." Hashim Prizahl laughed, "To be on the cusp of reaching the final level is due to her ingenuity and wisdom. Though I have an itch in my teeth about how the physique of a mortal is able to carry a combination Rank 2 Script"

The two-headed 5-Star Archmage Khasos Mylos snapped his fingers in surprise, "Interesting, he is getting up already. The pain of that level should have broken his threshold. This child is getting more interesting with every moment. It would seem the batch of candidates in my Black Tower are full of surprises."

The Archmages watched as Andar began to rise, but they quickly noticed that something had changed. The way he stood up was disconcerting and unnatural. His feet seemed to find purchase in the cloud and he rose from his back without pushing with his arms.

Andar joints were making dull cracking sounds and his head fell on his chest as if he was asleep before his head shot up, his neck bone making intense cracking sounds, he seemed not to be able to control his movements, each motion was either too short or too long, but every movement he made was abrupt.

Mira began to step back in shock, as a weird feeling seized her chest, almost as if she could not breathe, the feeling that Andar was giving off was making her heart shake in fear and horror, as she looked at his face trying to find the familiar boy that she knew.

The Archmages all focused on Andar's face, and in particular, it was his eyes.

They appeared dead as a milky glaze covered them.

They all leaned forward in interest, as Archmage Shemira Myrcelo could not help but gasp out loud, "Is that Frozen Mind?"

Khasos Mylos grinned, "No, it's not… There are similarities there but it's different. This is Grey Will. It seems this child has a destiny with me."

"Congratulations Golem King, after all this time you now have a worthy disciple with the embers of your Domain." Hashim Prizahl laughed aloud.

The two-headed Archmage sat up, his agitation evident, and for the first time, his other head spoke, "How very interesting for a mortal to awaken Grey will. If he does not die, then he shall become my final disciple."

Shemira Myrcelo's hands squeezed in anger.

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Andar movements resembled that of a puppet. He turned to Mira and he smiled, but it was a ghastly impression.