The Primordial Record novel Chapter 752

Chapter 752 Do You Matter?

?Andar swallowed, not knowing what he was feeling at this moment. He had just partially resolved his lingering trauma with Rowan's departure and now another bombshell might have just literally dropped into his life.

The last time he had seen or heard from his mother she had been on the tumultuous path to becoming an Arch mage, a position that was harder to enter than a camel walking through the eye of a needle. She had sent him to his grandfather who had quickly handed him over to his master. _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}

He did not remember much about his grandfather, who did not even look him in the eyes the entire three hours he had spent with the man, but he did remember his mother.

She had spent even less time with him, according to his maids, when his mother understood his condition she had abandoned a newly born Andar, and he had been nursed entirely by maids.

Whether by accident or design, the head maids always insisted that Andar referred to them as Mother. So before he was six years old, he already had three different mothers.

He barely saw her growing up, only knowing she was a powerful Mage and a figure of great importance, leading the entire Black Federation was a vaunted position that only a few could ever manage.

The last thing he remembered about her was when she sent him out of their home when she finally decided to take the leap to become an Arch mage.

She had talked for a few minutes about what was required to become an Arch mage, and at that time he had not been listening very clearly to her, he had just been afraid of leaving the only home that he had ever known.

Andar recalled she mostly told him that the quest to become an Arch mage mostly led to madness, death, and even worse outcomes, and 99 percent of Rank 9 Mages would fail, so the esteemed Rank of Arch mage was held only by the few.

She had shared with him that becoming an Arch mage was the most important purpose in the life of a mortal, as anyone who was not an Arch mage was nothing but a fleeting cloud. In the grand scheme of things, they did not matter, and would never matter.

"Do I not matter…" Andar had shakily asked her, he had never called her mother and he did not know if he should.

She cocked her head to the side as if in deep contemplation of his question before saying, "We don't matter."

She turned away and left. This was the last time he had ever seen her.

His mother had neglected him because she wanted to focus on her elevation to the rank of Arch mage, and apparently, she had succeeded. She had chased power and true immortality her entire life, and she had succeeded.

Andar gritted his teeth as he struggled to adjust his posture, there were not many ways to fight against the Aura from an Arch mage who was physically present.

Presently he was using his physical body to resist the pressure and with a sudden onset of madness he wanted to pit his Aether against this pressure, but he held himself back, it was unreasonable to resist an Arch mage when he was still but a Rank 1 Magus.

He tried to glance at the position where the other Arch mages were sitting, while there were multiple Arch mages in the arena, these were not their true bodies and were only shells.

Most Arch mages resided in their towers because it was the best location for them to stay and their presence was much too powerful for mortals due to the nature of their power and Immortal Soul. They spent millions of years in experimentation and the elevation of their souls and power, and the best tool to explore the universe and reality was their Tower.

The fact that his mother was physically present here strikes him as shocking, almost as much as her successful ascension.