The Primordial Record novel Chapter 507

Chapter 507 The Seed Of The Black Tower

In a short while, Andar stood inside the Magus Tower of the Steward, but the difference between when he stood here a day before and today was stark.

Instead of the two mountains that towered before him, there were now two more, and his knees were immediately slammed into the ground.

Andar felt that although the pressure he was facing from these mountains was still soul-crushing, it might just be his imagination, but they were now smaller than before… The mountain that towered in his mental-scape previously that made it hard for him to breathe, was something that he could now see the edges of.

Inside his Spirit Matrix, the Light Devourer suddenly shrieked. There were hints of struggles in its form as if the pressure from the Archmages was an affront to it, there were signs that it wanted to struggle out of his Spirit Matrix and charge at these Archmages.

If this creature in its prime could battle Empyreans from several universes at the same time to a standstill and could still butcher some of them, then he could understand its rage at this affront to its dignity.

Andar broke out in a cold sweat, and with everything inside him, he suppressed this Entity from escaping, he knew that however powerful this Shade of the Light Devourer was, its root was still connected to Andar, and presently, he was nothing but an Acolyte, it would be incredibly foolhardy to show any signs of challenge to the Archmages.

Andar's head bowed a little lower, as the Light Devourer's shrieking escalated, but suddenly it went silent, and Andar sighed in relief, it was all he could do to hold down this Entity, and he was getting tired of holding it down. The only thing he was grateful about was that in his desperation he had finally found a method of controlling the Light Devourer.

He did not know that when the bird became too excited and nearly broke free from his control, a pair of golden eyes that were colder than the endless void peered at it from deep within Andar's consciousness.

Whatever arrogance and anger in the heart of the Light Devourer fled away, as a voice entered into its budding soul, "Soon my child, you shall feast. One so great it will place the excesses of your previous life to shame."

Andar was Rowan's creation, and this made whatever fruit that was born from him, also become a part of Rowan's blood. They were all his children.

One of the mountains spoke and Andar easily recognized it as Khasos, the Steward, as always the sound of his voice came like thunder that slammed against his consciousness with unrelenting fury,

"Rise, young Acolyte. You have performed a meritable service and showed that the faith our Tower Master placed in you was not in vain. Andar Erikson, as of this moment you shall no longer be treated as an Acolyte, but the Prime Seed of the Black Tower. Do you accept this charge?"