The Primordial Record novel Chapter 500

Chapter 500 At The Edge Of Defeat

Andar blinked, this was the first time he had done this since the last hour, this action was voluntary, he was making sure he was always at his peak for he could keep his eyes open for weeks if he wanted.

There were only two more inches to go before he could complete this process, but the repulsive force was almost getting to a point that he could no longer bear it.

The ephemeral image of the Bracer in the sky was getting clearer and it began to impose a new weight on Andar, compounding the stress he was enduring, and he could hear tiny popping sounds underneath his skin, as his bones began to crack.

Andar skin began to develop tiny tears that made him frown, he could be injured but he could not lose any of his body tissues or he would have to give up, losing just one drop of blood here would be devastating because the hurricane-class winds around him would hurl his blood to the distance and a part of his knowledge would be lost. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

Knowledge was the foundation of his power, without the vast knowledge granted to him by his Endless Vault, his vast stores of Aether would be useless to him.

For a brief moment, he nearly gave up, but then he realized that he had not played all his cards yet. He had paused his usage of Gray Will a while back because he was at his limits, but now he began using it once more.

The pale skin on his arm began to rapidly turn gray like stone, and the physical durability of his flesh nearly tripled even though this action was killing him, proper timing was the key to ensuring he won this gamble.

Andar did not have much time, for if this gray reached his heart, he would lose consciousness. His increased computational ability made him draw the bracelets closer and now only one inch separated him from his prize.

That last inch could as well be a billion miles.

A massive shockwave erupted from the bracelets, and he nearly lost his hold, but with a loud cry, he endured the blast. His surroundings had been devastated as a deep pitz hundreds of feet deep appeared below him.

The mounting pressure was killing him. Andar figured out, that whatever he was doing was not meant to be achieved by an Acolyte, not by a long shot. Maybe even his Master, a Rank 4 Mage, would have thought twice before he attempted what he was doing.

He groaned internally, 'With all my knowledge, I'm still ignorant.'

The pressure increased again, and Andar began to scream, his clothes were torn apart and the thousands of air shields he was constantly placed on the most important portion of his body like his head and heart were being destroyed faster than he could replace them, and he had truly reached his limits.