The Primordial Record - Chapter 1112: Memories Of Fire (Final)

What happened next was hard to follow exactly, because it was impossible to easily grasp for any mortal or immortal, despite how special they may be. However, what they witnessed was simple, it was an entire universe going against one man and they were losing.

The first clash involved trillions of creatures whose powers would place the gods to shame, their number could almost equal every star in the night sky. They all rose up against a single man, and they all fell, and not even their bodies were left behind.

Even from a distance, Andar could see a sort of a ripple that passed through the endless hordes and they collapsed to ashes, such a casual display of power on such a scale was mind-boggling.

If he calculated the energy required to do just a fraction of what he had just witnessed then it would reach such a ridiculous number that before now he would think of something like this to be impossible.

That was only just the start, the battle that followed brought him to his knees, and when he thought it could not get any crazier when he saw Demon Kings slaughtered like ants and Archmages swept aside like dust when entire armies fell with a single swing of his creator’s hand… the music began, and Andar understood the terror behind beauty.

The music began slowly like a leaf being carried gently by a breeze, and then it heightened as if a gust of heavy wing had caught hold of the leaf, thrusting it higher into the air, and then it lessened as the leaf fell to the ground, but the moment the leaf was about to touch the earth, another wind picked it up and pushed it up into the cloud and this time it did not come back to the earth anymore, it just kept going and going and when you thought there could be no more, that this leaf could not go higher, it entered into the wide open universe and it kept ascending.

Andar was aware that if this was a symphony with a million notes, he was only hearing one of those notes, and yet that alone held him spellbound.

Enraptured! That was the word Andar could find for the state of mind he found himself under. A very tiny portion of his soul was telling him that he was gaining a massive amount of benefits by listening to this song as he was distantly aware of his body transforming into that of the Light Devourer and his level as a Magus increasing exponentially. He felt his soul expand until it felt like it was about to burst and then it did burst, and although this brought him pain, but also relief. For the wounds in his soul healed and he felt his soul becoming more resilient under this unknown baptism of power.

Despite the pain, he could not stop himself from listening to the song. He was vaguely aware of the Empress and Fury screaming in pain by the side as their bodies were consumed by an ethereal flame, and he became aware that that flame was also upon him and the girl, Staff.

The flame emerging from the Empress was red, Fury’s was nine-colored, the white-haired girl’s flames were colorless and his own was silver. However what was peculiar was that the shadow here Malakith had no flames burning around him, in fact, the opposite seemed to be happening, his body was shrinking.

Andar was vaguely aware that these flames came from their souls.

After their soul had become filled to the brim, the excess was being burnt out, and although the loss pained him, he knew that holding on to more of this gift would lead to his destruction, he was already gaining benefits that should be extremely rare even in the outside universe and if he had any dream to reach the height he was seeing above, then he needed every advantage.

He idly wondered what sort of creature was this Malakith, and why he did not have a soul to burn.

As one of the eminent geniuses of the Black Tower, Andar had been briefed about the nobility of Trion so he could easily identify the Empress and Fury. He was also aware of this shadow around the Empress, Malakith, but he was deemed as unimportant, it was only standing here now and noticing the peculiar nature of this shadow that Andar knew that the report about Malakith was wrong.

There was something deeply wrong about this shadowy figure.

However, all of this was just idle speculation by the side while nearly the entirety of his attention was focused on the song, and when it suddenly stopped, Andar’s body transformed back to its human form and he collapsed to the ground alongside everyone here.

The soul flames surrounding their bodies slowly receded and Andar was aware that he was not the only one who had benefited from this process.

Andar did not waste time dwelling on the changes within his body and he hurriedly glanced at the edge of the universe because he feared that if he looked away, he might not be able to find that bridge anymore, despite how powerful his soul had become, it was still impossible for him to see the universe in its entirety and the battle that was being fought above it if he could not find the light of his creator to guide him.

Like the music that emerged from the bridge that kept rising and rising as if it would have no end, the battle that followed was similar, reaching heights that were unfathomable, and despite his enhanced soul and power, Andar could only follow a bit of what was happening, all he knew was that Rowan was now fighting against beings that would make his Tower Master appear like little children, that was after he had already killed so many other powerful combatants on that bridge.

Aware that the presence of the creature behind them was what was keeping them safe from whatever madness might have taken over their minds from witnessing such a high-level battle, the constant shield of force it kept above them filtered what they could see from the battle and Andar was determined to comprehend and remember as much as he could. Suddenly the wings of the creature closed up, shielding their sights from the battle and Andar nearly went ballistic, he looked around and discovered that he was the only one still on his feet, the rest including Staff had all fainted, and Malakith was now the size of an infant and was shivering on the ground, a massive paw came over and seized the shivering shadow and kept it to the side,

“Why… why, did you stop me from seeing the battle.”

“Be thankful for what you have seen,” Malik growled, “What comes next would only hurt your mind. You were given this vision in order to plant a Memory in your Mind. One day it would be needed, and at that time, you would draw it out for your creator to witness.”

“Why would he want to witness something that was created by his hands?”

“That is not for you to know at this time. In the future, use all the gifts and the opportunities you are given and then there may be a chance for you to know the significance behind my words.”