The Primordial Record novel Chapter 503

Chapter 503 Isle Of Rest

Andar digested her words and he bowed again to her, "Thank you for putting my mind at ease, your Eminence, I will not disappoint your expectations and those of the Tower Master, but I'm a bit confused, where am I and is this the Feedback I'm expected to be receiving."

"Aahh, I'm getting old," She slapped her forehead dismissively, "You are inside my Realm, a location where every Child of Fire who creates a Talisman that is deemed worthy of my attention, shall be bestowed with my grace. This is a benefit of being a member of a Supreme World. Well normally I don't do this personally, but you are not just any random genius, are you, child?"

Andar had no replies and the older woman smiled, "Okay, let's get back to you and why you are here. I cannot tell you my name yet or your Tower Master would go to war with me. My name can… influence you."

"Your Tower Master, he's very protective of you, and for good reasons, I must say." She laughed aloud before continuing to speak,

"This place inside my realm is called the Isle Of Rest. Although you don't feel it now, you are being primed in order to absorb Primordial Aether, something you would be lucky to come in contact with only when you become an Archmage or like in your case, if you create a Named Item."

Andar's heart shook, he did not know the true significance of Primordial Aether but he knew about Named Items. He always thought that the chance of creating items like that was very slim.

Named Items were occasionally created naturally by the fundamental forces in the universe or they could be created by an individual. A Named Item can be anything, from a Pill created by an Alchemist or in Andar's case, a Talisman.

There was seemingly no rhyme or reason for why something could become a Named Item, for there had been instances in the past where a carefully forged weapon with all the best materials ended up being just a powerful weapon without any chance of becoming a Named Item and then something carelessly produced caused a Tribulation and became a Named Item.

Andar was mute for a short while before he stammered, "How is it possible that I could create something as impossible as a Named Item?"

"Well, that question is something you have to ask the universe, and that silly girl is tight-lipped." The old woman laughed,

"I control portions of the Isle of Rest, but not all, this universe is still strong, total control would only happen if I can win it from the other Tower Masters, as they all hold a portion of this place and if this universe dies, there is a chance I could take it all."

Her expression was distant for a short while before she sighed, "Named Items are a mystery, but with my experience, if you find that valuable at all, then I will say it depends more on the person and the emotions they were feeling when they were creating whatever it was that called the attention of the Universe."