The Primordial Record novel Chapter 668

Chapter 668 Molding The Spirit

In the Underverse the raging sea of Blood Mort did not stop their assault on the Mages, but even from afar, it could be observed that their numbers were beginning to fall.

"I think they are beginning to dissipate Father" The relieved voice of Mayu speaking to the Archmage was all Andar could hear before he was dragged under by a frightening force that erupted inside his Mental Space.

He could barely hear the panicked cries of the twins when his body collapsed as if he had suddenly gotten boneless, nor would he have cared because his Spirit Matrix was presently occupied by the figure of a handsome man with waist-length hair that was like strands of starlights.

He was sitting on the head of the light devourer and he looked at the ephemeral form of Andar and he smiled, and for a moment Andar nearly swooned, he had never seen anyone more beautiful in his entire existence.

This beauty went beyond the skin, it was in every gesture he made. It was in the way the light from his many colored eyes shone like the countless stars in the skies. It was in his voice…. Andar struggled to focus his thoughts, the presence of this figure was enchanting beyond reason, and he suspected he was only seeing a small fragment of him, perhaps if he saw the entirety, his mind would collapse to madness.

"Andar, I don't believe we have ever spoken to each other," he waved a hand and gestured for him to sit beside him, "sit with me," he smiled.

Andar was beset by confusion, fear, adoration, and many other emotions that were rapidly flickering through his head,

"Oh, I see you don't know how to conceptualize your Spirit and take a corporeal form, let me teach you, it is very convenient when you can shape your Spirit the way you want while inside your Mental Space."

Andar felt a gentle hand guide his Spirit, and effortlessly mold it using a manner that was quite simple, but with deeper introspection contained endless complexities.

This gentle hand guided his form out of the nothingness of his Spirit and gave it a structure that became filled with life. He felt his heart begin to beat, he could feel the blood rushing in his veins and when he breathed in, his chest rose and he could sense his ribs expanding to accommodate his rising lungs.

For the first time could smell his own Aether. It smelled like metal and the breeze blowing off the shores of a vast ocean.

Andar was stuck in awe, and he did not know how long he remained in this position while luxuriating in the sensation of experiencing something new, his body recreated once more, and everything was perfect.

When he opened his eyes, he saw himself sitting beside the amazing figure and there was a fire burning in front of them, he chuckled when he saw that the wood of this 'fire' was made from feathers pulled from the wings of the Light Devourer, and there was a lump of mystery meat hovering on top that was emitting a scintillating scent that made his stomach rumble.