The Primordial Record novel Chapter 495

Chapter 495 Undercurrents

Andar lowered himself to the top of the ship, his breathing was a little labored, he had been ceaselessly engaging his mind for the last three hours and it was beginning to take a toll. He lowered his head and rested for three minutes, while everyone was silent as they watched him rest.

The members of the Limit Breakers had a lump behind their throat and even some of them began weeping. There was pride inside their hearts, but also a deep sense of awe. A battleship like this could not just be created by a single Mage, but a team of Mages specialized in nearly all the fields of study

Yet their leader was just an Acolyte, and he performed this marvelous act, also it should be mentioned that the methods he used were stunning, as he crafted this battleship using the raw power of the elements. What sort of monster was this?

Andar's audience had increased, and from the signs in the heavens, as their color began to change, even the Archmages themselves were beginning to pay attention.

This act was also unprecedented, an Archmage paying attention to the affairs of an Acolyte would be absurd, but that was the present situation. Andar was really living up to his Title, as the Number One Under Heaven.

Atop the battleship he built from parts, Andar figure seemed lonely, and he was not yet aware that his image was sweeping through the entire Black Federation, and now it was reaching the other Great Towers and the Federation under their care.

Details about Andar's life were being unearthed and shared, and deep in the underbelly of the Magus society, in places of dissension and saboteurs fighting against the rules of the Magus World, there came the rumor of a supreme genius that was robbed of his rights by the arrogant powers that be.

Andar may not have known this or perhaps he would have suspected it, but his image was being circulated in the world of Mages, and he was beginning to mean different things to different groups of people.

A silent change was beginning to sweep through the world of Mages, it was barely making any waves at this moment, but what it needed was fuel, and perhaps something truly shocking would erupt inside the Supreme World.

Inside a deep cave filled with a purple corrosive fog that could disintegrate diamonds in less than a second, the lovely figure of a woman with long black hair dyed with purple streaks was looking at the image of Andar that she created using the purple fog.

This image was not of the present Andar but one where he was much younger, barely eight years old. In the eyes of the woman, there was no hint of love or even fondness, just a general sense of goodwill towards the image.

For anyone who knew the Vice President of the Black Federation who was Andar's mother, such a show of emotion would have been surprising. The Meditation Art she practices is one where every single bit of emotion is discarded along the way, traded for power.