The Primordial Record novel Chapter 657

Chapter 657 Unveiled

"Let me show you something great."

Hashim manifested his thoughts and sent them to the Archmages here and they all investigated the viability of these memories before they delved into it. Having lived a long life, these old monsters were very careful in everything they did.

The first scene they saw was of Andar's Trial atop the hand of the Chained god. The child had brought together a group of ordinary individuals and led them to achieve a result that they would have most likely never achieved if they worked alone.

He had given this group a name, even when he was a hundred times more talented than any of them here, he did not show any pride in his dealing with them. This was very special, for few individuals had the heart to endure beside the ones who were less capable than they were.

They watched him endure the pain of breaking through the clouds, the scene of his flesh falling off his bones and his hands crushed to melted stubs, his unending resilience, and his roar of victory made them sit up. Already it was possible to see a hint of greatness, great power without control was useless.

What shook their minds was after he was robbed of his due, even with the suffering he endured to reach that point, when he awoke Andar did not wallow in sadness and dejection, but when offered a new challenge he seized the opportunity and pursued knowledge.

He was never chasing power, the sacrifices he made and the struggles he went through were for the benefit of knowledge.

Scene after scene of Andar's life in the Body Farm continued, the creation of his Named Item, the toils, and struggles he had to endure every day as he mastered his Meditation Art, and even though he tried to hide the pain of this Meditation Art from all those around him, how could he deceive the Archmages?

They saw the weight of his Meditation Art and they saw his great heart as he endured that weight, and not just endure it, he added more until he reached beyond what they all thought was possible.

Some of them had lived for millions of years now, and they were all shaken by his depths of Spirit.

They saw with his potential that Andar did not pursue power, was not arrogant or proud, he was focused on a pure path that over the endless years many Mage had forgotten, which was the joy of learning.

In all the years in the Body Farm, he had been contacted by outside forces millions of times, but he had never given in and checked their messages, even if he knew they would contain immense benefits and gifts to him, he focused on learning and pursued it with an intensity that left them in awe.

The Archmages focused on the Bone Prison built by Andar at this moment; they had previously dismissed it as a display of just vast powers, but with the knowledge of his character, a gasp of surprises erupted from their rank as they understood the intricate nature of this prison.

Andar had weaved multiple Spells together, and not just on the surface, he went deeper, ensuring the Spells melded with each other on a deeper level, drawing from knowledge of various fields that made a growing suspicion arise in their heart.

This little Acolyte was not just a powerful Mage to be, but he was a Master in more than one discipline.

When Andar stopped the Mage from the Alchemist Union without any difficulty, even Zyatt was impressed. Yet as he began to realize the true depths of Andar's talent, he began to reconsider his stance on this child, he knew the Tower Master of the Black Tower was ambitious, and now he feared that he might have the perfect carrier for his vision.