The Primordial Record

"Let me show you something great."

Hashim manifested his thoughts and sent them to the Archmages here and they all investigated the viability of these memories before they delved into it. Having lived a long life, these old monsters were very careful in everything they did.

The first scene they saw was of Andar's Trial atop the hand of the Chained god. The child had brought together a group of ordinary individuals and led them to achieve a result that they would have most likely never achieved if they worked alone.

He had given this group a name, even when he was a hundred times more talented than any of them here, he did not show any pride in his dealing with them. This was very special, for few individuals had the heart to endure beside the ones who were less capable than they were.

They watched him endure the pain of breaking through the clouds, the scene of his flesh falling off his bones and his hands crushed to melted stubs, his unending resilience, and his roar of victory made them sit up. Already it was possible to see a hint of greatness, great power without control was useless.

What shook their minds was after he was robbed of his due, even with the suffering he endured to reach that point, when he awoke Andar did not wallow in sadness and dejection, but when offered a new challenge he seized the opportunity and pursued knowledge.

He was never chasing power, the sacrifices he made and the struggles he went through were for the benefit of knowledge.

Scene after scene of Andar's life in the Body Farm continued, the creation of his Named Item, the toils, and struggles he had to endure every day as he mastered his Meditation Art, and even though he tried to hide the pain of this Meditation Art from all those around him, how could he deceive the Archmages?

They saw the weight of his Meditation Art and they saw his great heart as he endured that weight, and not just endure it, he added more until he reached beyond what they all thought was possible.

Some of them had lived for millions of years now, and they were all shaken by his depths of Spirit.

They saw with his potential that Andar did not pursue power, was not arrogant or proud, he was focused on a pure path that over the endless years many Mage had forgotten, which was the joy of learning.

In all the years in the Body Farm, he had been contacted by outside forces millions of times, but he had never given in and checked their messages, even if he knew they would contain immense benefits and gifts to him, he focused on learning and pursued it with an intensity that left them in awe.

The Archmages focused on the Bone Prison built by Andar at this moment; they had previously dismissed it as a display of just vast powers, but with the knowledge of his character, a gasp of surprises erupted from their rank as they understood the intricate nature of this prison.

Andar had weaved multiple Spells together, and not just on the surface, he went deeper, ensuring the Spells melded with each other on a deeper level, drawing from knowledge of various fields that made a growing suspicion arise in their heart.

This little Acolyte was not just a powerful Mage to be, but he was a Master in more than one discipline.

When Andar stopped the Mage from the Alchemist Union without any difficulty, even Zyatt was impressed. Yet as he began to realize the true depths of Andar's talent, he began to reconsider his stance on this child, he knew the Tower Master of the Black Tower was ambitious, and now he feared that he might have the perfect carrier for his vision.

The Magus World would be inevitably shaken in the future if this child survives.

Hashim struck when he knew the moment was right,

"This is the entirety of his life, and you should judge the truth for yourself. This child is worthy of all your support, of all of our support. He will change the Magus World, and I know it will lead in a direction of prosperity and enlightenment for a thousand Eras, I can feel it. I believe in him. You all here are representatives of three Great Towers, plus the Alchemist Union here, I believe it is time for us to forge a deeper bond."

Silence fell among the Archmages before Zyatt coughed, "Well is this not interesting, while the rest of you were falling for his sweet words, and they are sweet, I won't deny that, I have much to think about, but I was still pursuing the real reason we were here, and wondering what would cause the Nyre Flower to be birthed this early, and would you know it, I found something suspicious."

With a grasp of his hand, the earth ten thousand feet below was crushed and a struggling figure was seized and brought before the Archmages.

It was the Berserker Clone of Rowan.

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The attack of the Archmage was as sudden as it was unexpected, the Berserker Clone had been feeling several waves of perception sweeping past and around him, but he was sure that with his nature, he would be taken as just one of the broken bones here.

Clearly, he was wrong, but this did not make him panic, he had faced dreadful situations before. He had planned on such an event occurring, as the clone doubted he would be able to escape the sights of the Archmages for long anyway.

His body was locked with an increasingly more crushing hold, and he did not need to give any signal before the Children of Ruin collectively spoke a word of power.

"Xrrchtikul"

A visible wave of force erupted from seven parts of his body, shattering the hold of the Archmage around him, and releasing so much power it was like a star was exploding.

There were five Archmages here, such a crude way of using power was nothing before them, and with a harsh wave of his hand, Zyatt crushed the massive shockwave and they collapsed into harmless smoke that covered the bottom of the Underverse.

The skies around them suddenly darkened as seven gigantic figures arose from the body of the Clone, thousands of feet tall with eyes revealing the desolation of countless worlds.

"Children of Ruin!" One of the Archmages suddenly laughed, "I have been looking for these creatures for millennia for my experiments, and now I have found not just one but seven."

"Do not be greedy Oshim," Another Archmage called out, "There is enough here to go round."

With the laughter of expectation, two of the Archmages arose from their thrones and charged at the Children of Ruin while summoning enough energy to crush worlds to dust in their palms.