The Primordial Record novel Chapter 748

Chapter 748 Finding Inner Strength

The sound of a running shower stopped and light footsteps resounded as Andar walked up to the side of the wall and wiped the steam that had built on the mirror as he accessed his physical appearance.

His jet-black hair was wet with moisture, and his skin was pink from being hammered by a high-pressure shower for the better part of an hour… he had needed to clear his mind after everything that had happened and what would be happening momentarily and in the future that was to come.

He watched a drop of water run down his nose and hit the ground with a faint plop, and his mind calculated a thousand possibilities, from trajectory, heat, momentum, vector, and so many others.

Most Mages that were Rank 3 and below preferred the use of spells to keep themselves clean, considering the time spent on bathing to be nothing but a waste when with numerous Rank 0 Spells they could eliminate 99.9999% of germs on their bodies and leave them smelling of whatever fragrance they desired.

A Rank 4 Mage body would contain so much energy and would be very efficient in processing those said energies that they would not be able to release any waste, and no matter how much they exerted themselves, they would not even sweat a single drop.

Andar physique was superior to a Rank 4 Mage and he did not need to bathe but he always loved the experience and the vibration from the thousands of drops of water hitting his extremely sensitive skin every second was oddly relaxing.

Before he unlocked his Spirit Matrix he expected never to leave the ranks of a normal human, bathing had always served to calm his nerves and allowed him to deliberate on the issues that crowded his mind.

For the past few months, he had been living life on Autopilot, the countless congratulations he received from his peers and his teachers flowed around him, and he simply smiled.

He was now a Mage, and not just any other Mage, when he had returned he had battled with ten thousand Rank 1 Mages, a thousand Rank 2 Mages, a hundred Rank 3 Mages, ten Rank 4 Mages, and a single Rank 5 Mage, all of them in a powerful formation that could withstand even the might of a Rank 7 Mage.

Andar had won… with a single Rank 1 Spell.

Now he was set to perform another miracle, and not just in front of the Mages of the Black Tower, no this time, it would be in front of the entire Magic civilization. Countless trillions of eyes would be watching him from more than ten thousand worlds, not just in this universe, but in other universes as well.

He was to be proclaimed as a genius beyond comparison. The one that stood above all under heaven.

Yet, Andar could not help feeling like he was nothing but a sham, and instead of being here, he would rather be by the side of Rowan sitting beside a fire and listening to his words.

At 33 years old, life was moving by him so fast and heading in a direction that he could not predict, and although this was everything he had ever wanted, Andar wondered why he did not feel exultant, he only felt… hollow, as if what was happening was not real.

Andar looked at his striking silver eyes and whispered to himself, "What would he think about you when he realizes that this is how you respond to this gift he had given you?"

He had placed a bubble of air around himself instinctively, restricting every sound he was making from leaving his side. This application of energy was seamless to a ridiculous degree and it did not let the words he said escape.