The Primordial Record novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393 Alone

Andar woke up to the scent of herbs and dirt. He was confused for a second before a rush of memory slammed into his mind, and he sat up with a gasp while squeezing his head.

He was on the verge of victory before a spear of flame tore his Spirit Matrix in two, he wished it would have hurt because it would have distracted him from the full weight of his failure.

Andar had a painful thought, perhaps if he was as strong as his main body, he would not have failed.

His mind was in chaos, but the first thing he did was check his Spirit Matrix. It was hard to push into his Mental Space as if an invisible film was blocking him, but with a pop, his Spirit Matrix was revealed to him.

He went still, and he remained like that for a while before releasing the breath he was holding, the pain in his eyes was strong and he fought not to enter that Mental State that made him a computer, whatever he was feeling he would not hide from it.

Andar finally took a look at his body. He was wrapped in white strips of cloth like a mummy, and the smell of herbs was emanating from his wrappings, he brought his two wrapped hands to his face and he waved his fingers, all were present and accounted for.

Feeling no aches from his body he stood up and began unwrapping the cloths from his body while looking around.

He was in an enormous room, about 75 feet (22.86 meters) × 80 feet (24.38 meters), and he had been lying on a king-sized bed situated at one end of the room.

The room served as a herbal garden, laboratory, mini library, and various functions. There were connecting doors that should lead to the bathroom and maybe a kitchen. A wardrobe was situated beside his bed, and he saw that it contained black clothes with silver trimmings with different designs.

By now he had finished losing the wrappings from his body and he began checking himself, his body was flawless like before, but there was something off.

His bright silver glow that shone through his veins was diminished, he may know the reason for that because he had no single bit of Aether inside his body, it would seem like his physique was still in recovery.

He looked around for mirrors or a window but he could see none.

Andar sighed in frustration and he hurriedly began wearing the clothes he had selected, his body did not feel weak and he was glad that whatever materials these clothes were made from they appeared to be very sturdy.

He was distracted from his thoughts when a small section of the wall began to glow. Andar watched trying to determine whether this was a threat or not, but he began moving closer to the door, if there were any sign of danger, he would be able to escape in less than a second.

His body was still strong, but without his boundless Aether flowing in his veins, he was like a machine that was running on fumes.

The glow intensified and the bricks that made up the wall began to detach from it and float away before settling on the floor, creating a man-shaped gap.

A figure made of gray dust stepped through with slow calculating movements, and Andar touched the doorknob, ready to flee at a moment's notice, and then the figure gasped and began coughing.