The Primordial Record

Andar had become suspicious of any activity from this Tower Master after he had compared the appearance he had now and the vision shown to him by Rowan, plus the lies he told everyone about the origin of this universe made Andar walk around the matters of the Tower Master as if the floors were made from eggshells.

Everything inside him was pointing towards this terrifying planet, somehow he knew that everything was tied up in this world of monsters.

He could not refuse the orders of a Tower Master and he went below. He had never fought in a major battle such as this, but he had partaken in many simulations of warfare that had transcended the universe that he was born into, but nothing prepared him for what he would discover on Trion.

Dominators were stupidly powerful, and what was most shocking was that all of them had the impossible Rank of Earth god, billions of Earth gods on a world was shocking but not too terrifying after you consider the effect of time and preparation but that was different when every Earth god was equal to a Rank 9 Mage!

An average Earth god outside this planet was similar to a Rank 7 Mage or even a Rank 6 Mage if the bloodline of the Earth god was poor, and so a Rank 9 Mage was considered invisible in the universe below an Archmage, but every Dominator here threw such concept aside like thrash.

What amazed him further was that if not for their nature that had reduced them to a race of bloodthirsty fiends they could be stronger, nevertheless, he was not disappointed in everyone he found on the planet not living up to their full potential.

Their six most powerful Earth gods which should be equal to Rank 9 Mages, had battled him to a standstill. Their bloodline power and control stunned him, and he almost felt as if he was fighting against six Archmages with different specializations.

They were old monsters having lived for tens of thousands of years, and had a seemingly inexhaustible amount of Aether and fanciful weapons and techniques.

Andar wondered in dumb shock if every single Dominator on the battlefield had been able to access this amount of power without the weight of madness and bloodthirstiness on their mind what would have been the outcome if they were allowed to spread outside Trion? Was this the reason the Tower Master wanted to destroy this world?

From the files he had read about this planet, it would seem that there was a bloodline lock on every Dominator apart from the six here fighting him, and Andar wondered if the price for breaking that lock was the madness of their civilization.

He needed answers, the curiosity burning in his heart had gone beyond the machinations of the Tower Master, and now he needed more data to work with.

Andar silver eyes shone like a star and a gargantuan pulse of pure Aether erupted from his body shattering every technique from the six Ancestors that surrounded him and pushing them back for miles.

A long gray staff emerged from his sleeves around eight feet in length and impossibly thin, not measuring past three inches in circumference. The head of the staff was in the shape of a Light Devourer, resembling a shrieking raven with wings folded around its body.

The entire length of the staff was made from the tentacles of the light devourer erupting from the back of the raven and curled around its legs, descending below and twisted around in a mystical fashion that boggles the mind, but still unerringly maintained the shape of a straight staff

Andar named this staff Aharis, which means Light Bringer in the ancient language of the Titans after he discovered that the Light Devourer was from the bloodline of Titans.

Unlike every other Mage who made their staff from the most powerful mystical item they could find that could fit their specialization, Andar did not need to look afar to discover his own.

When he reached Rank 3 as a Magus, he developed the ability to begin materializing part of the Light Devourer into reality, and like all good Mages who love to cheat the system, Andar found a way to make this process a semi-permanent affair that would let him control the powers of the Light Devourer without loosing his still fragile mind when using the powers of an extremely powerful Outer Universal creature like the Light Devourer.

A Magus Staff was one of the powers unlocked by the Spirit Matrix when they reached Rank 3, but none of them had ever constructed their Staff using the essence of their Meditation Art, it was not considered to be even possible.

His staff was still so thin because he had to be careful about the amount of the materialized Light Devourer he was bringing into reality, and at Rank 4 this was the most he could control. He should be able to fully materialize the Light Devourer in reality after he became an Archmage or perhaps even before then, Andar did not truly know his limit.

Also, due to the unique nature of a Magus Staff, he was essentially duplicating his Light Devourer inside his Spirit Matrix and was not truly pulling out the essence of his Light Devourer, and so by the time his Magus Staff was completed, Andar would essentially be controlling two Light Devourers.

The moment he brought out the staff from his Endless Vault, all light disappeared from hundreds of miles as Aharis laid claim to it, and the six Ancestors were frozen in place not even capable of moving a finger, six impossibly thin strands of winds, lightning, and darkness, moved around their bodies and squeezed them right, as Andar cast the Rank 2 Low Order Spell, Storm Clasp with a single word

This Spell, disregarding the low ranking that should not have been capable of holding individuals with the power of Archamages, was not even meant for the battlefield, it was built for the laboratory to assist the mage in holding several volatile materials in place while interfering with their makeup as little as possible.

Andar was a scholar at heart, and the few spells that were at the tip of his tongue were all related to studying reality and its mysteries, only he could use them as battle spells effortlessly.

Andar felt he had learned everything from these Ancestors, their moves were powerful but lacked originality or depth. They were used to being the hardest hitters on the planet and they never learned to fight with any degree of creativity, but they were oh-so full of delights, and he could not wait to unearth the mystery in their bloodlines.

Andar waved his hands dragging hundreds of Dominators from the six bloodlines on the battlefield towards him, already he had created a platform of ice and was incredulously going to begin experimentation on the Dominators.

Above him reality shook and shattered as the Gods of Trion battled against Archmages and Demon Princes, and below him were the cries of Mages and Demons battling against Dominator, and in their midst was Andar, who began his experiments.