The Primordial Record

This color was the white of a moon, and it seemed to carry a cold air that was shaking the surroundings.

Everyone here inside the Hall knew the meaning of that color and an uproar was generated inside the crowd. Rumor of the event transpiring inside the Hall was beginning to spread throughout the Town, and people from all over were starting to flock over to understand what was causing the fuss.

The buzz of an earth-shaking genius born inside their town was spreading like wildfire, and all gazes were beginning to turn to the Town Hall.

The people on the platform were not much better. Livia Bolfrey held the edges of her father's robe with a death grip, her eyes wide open in excitement and joy, for such a talent to be born from their small town meant great news for all of them. Who could it be? Was it anybody she knew?

In her mind, she could not shake the thought of one solitary figure. If there was anyone who could awaken a White Rank talent, it would be him.

Nevertheless, she had checked, and Andar was not here, she would have easily noticed his startling presence, like a silver crane standing amid chickens.

Daniel was chewing his lips with consternation at the ongoing events, even when it began to bleed he did not notice. Could someone with the talent of his Elder Disciple be found here? No that's impossible, no one could have such a talent in such a place, there must be a mistake.

It was a good thing then, that he did not know about Spirit Bodies. He was infatuated with the talents shown by his elder disciple sister, if someone of equal talent to her was to be found in this backwater, it would be unfair.

Silas who was beside him began to shake, his mouth went dry and he started to furiously examine the hall, with magical techniques. A Rank six Spirit Matrix at the White Grade was enough to draw out the old monsters inside their mountain.

Yet what if they knew that it was not just a Rank Six Spirit Matrix, but a Rank Six Spirit Body also?

He had never heard of a Spirit Body of such a grade before, it did not seem possible for one individual to be so blessed!

The only reason Silas was not going outwardly mad with excitement was because of the cold disposition of Mages of the Black Tower and the Spirit Formula he practiced, yet he was at the edge.

The Alchemist beside him did not show any outward sign, but Silas could hear the rapid taping of a foot within his voluminous robe. A White Rank talent was guaranteed to become an Archmage in the future, a Spirit Body at that rank could go even higher and reach heights that could not be imagined.

This talent was closer to the peak of this world.

In the entire Black Tower, it would be strange if there were more than a hundred thousand such individuals. This number becomes more ridiculous when you understand that this was calculated based on a span of ten million years. I.e. there had only been one hundred thousand White Ranked talents ever in the Black Tower, in the last ten million years.

None of those if he recalled were Spirit Bodies. This could most likely be the first time something of this nature had ever happened.

"I have to… have to contact my Master right away, this is too much… it has gone beyond my level, only an Archmage can handle this matter," Silas muttered as his shaking hand retrieved a communication amulet, he wanted to trigger it but he kept failing.

"Eh, Senior…. Senior." Daniel poked him in the side.

"What?" Silas cried out, "Don't you see that I'm making contact with our master before the news escapes this place."

Daniel dumbly pointed to the Bead, his eyes were manic and Silas paused as he saw the raw shock on the boy's face, and it calmed him a little bit.

I am a Mage. He thought to himself. I should keep my emotions in check.

Yet, the sound of the Alchemist standing up in shock prompted Silas to look up, his eyes automatically falling towards the Orb, and he only saw black.

At first, he thought that the Spirit Matrix Orb had returned to its basic black color and that whatever happened was just a fluke, but then he realized the blackness emanating from the bead was different. It was expanding.

The blackness was sucking in every light in its surrounding and it resembled a black sun. The communication amulet fell from Silas' nerveless fingers. His carefully constructed Spirit Matrix nearly cracked into pieces, if that happened, except for the Alchemist, everyone here would perish.

"This is absurd! How can this… how can someone like this be around this tiny town on Ikaron IV? This should not…"

He turned to the Mayor and screamed, "These are the signs of a recent awakening! Such a talent must not be unknown, you have the records of every birth and death in your head, so think fast. Who among your people is this talented? Why do I not have any knowledge of it?"

The flustered mayor stammered, "I can't say, I'm confused as well, are you certain this is not a malfunction of your Spirit Matrix Orb? Most of the talented youth in the past three decades have already been documented." Then as if he realized something he turned towards the Alchemist, "Except…"

The mayor trailed off in shock as he collapsed on his knees, the glowing Black Bead had turned Silver. Was there a color that exceeded the Supreme grade?

Jonathan Melbrooks gasped as he came to a realization, "Andar!"

He was suddenly covered in lightning and he vanished, the crowd above parted as he pierced through with speeds many times faster than sound.

Silas looked at the spot that had been vacated by the Alchemist, his face went white and he turned to the kneeling Mayor, and seized him by his robes, screaming in his face, his spittle liberally coating the poor man's face "Who is Andar?"