Andar suddenly had a thought, and he decided to test the intentions of this figure, "Apologies Steward, I have a burning question in my mind that needs clarification."
"Let me guess." The Steward answers, "You want to know why you failed to Engrave the Meditation Art."
Andar nodded, his eyes were wide open and filled with curiosity, and deeper within were pain, loss, and rage, but those negative emotions did not affect him as much, his heart was ultimately pure and unguarded, after all, Andar had lived a sheltered life.
The Steward sighed, "There are many issues that cannot be revealed to you at this time because knowledge of it would bring harm to you, I mean that quite literally. There are matters I cannot speak to you about, or else you would die before the words leave my mouth. It is the tragedy of weakness."
Andar eyes carried a hint of fright but also stubbornness. The Steward nodded inwardly once again in satisfaction, this child had a great temperament, ultimate talent, and power in the hands of sociopathic individuals was extremely common in the world of mages as that could serve as a factor to push further into the upper ranks as a Mage, and it was always a great thing when he saw people that broke that mold, great talent that was paired with a great heart, he continued speaking,
"Know this Andar, you did not fail because you were incapable of Engraving a Supreme Meditation Art, far from it, you are remarkably talented, you only failed because you were prevented from having it by a Tower Master."
Andar flinched, the figure of a Tower Master was shrouded in mysteries, they were figures so far off in the distance in terms of power, that nearly every living being that ever existed in the universe had no hope of ever reaching that level.
From the rumors he gathered from Rowan's memories that were collected by his Angels, a single Tower Master could crush the entire world of Trion.
Why would someone like that have any interest in him?
But he nearly laughed when he understood that he was just in the way of plans that had been set in motion for millennia. When he attempted to change their laid-out plan, he was shifted to the side, as easily as one brushed away an ant.
"I can see the questions in your heart," The Steward said, "But, it would be wise to leave them there for now. As you may know, there are six Great Towers in existence and each one of them has a mighty Tower Master as their backer and creator."
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