The Primordial Record

Inside that pillar of fire, the Magus responsible for it was on the verge of death; her bloodline powers could only hold this consumption for a brief moment before the last of it expired, and the pillar of flame vanished. Her soul was spent, and she had no higher-dimensional realm to call for support; still, the damage had been done.

A massive hole, millions of miles deep and a thousand miles in circumference, had been torn in the surface of the realm. At the bottom of it, glimpses of light from the sun below could be seen through the cracks. If the flaming pillar had not collapsed when it did, it would have melted a hole straight through to the sun.

Yet the ground was moments away from collapsing, and any heavy action made upon it would shatter it, but the figures of the Flame Guards kneeling or on their faces were not considering this matter.

Three of the ten Flame Guards that came for Andar were dead; they were fourth-dimensional Magus, but channeling all that power through their bodies had turned their bodies and souls to ash. The remaining six were stronger, all in the sixth-dimensional level, but they used all their recovery spells to regain fighting shape.

No one knew that the Flame Guard beside them had the power to control their armor, placing them in a situation where they had to battle for their lives. The biggest problem they faced in this capture was no longer their target but one of their number.

The silver sphere containing Andar’s body was gone, vaporized into nothingness from that moment of incredible heat. Andar was dead; he was a sixth-dimensional immortal, but this flame had been enough to destroy him in his entirety. His entire foundation was burned to nothingness, and the Magus that had stood before the dawn of a new age was no more.

At least that was the thought in the minds of the six Flameguards who were rapidly healing from their injuries, even as they looked at the last standing headless armor with hate in their eyes. It was a mistake bringing her for this mission.

Her talents was what made her become the first Mage in history to don the Flame Armor at just the level of an Archmage, but she was clearly too young to be entrusted with this power, the sheer devastation she had wrought in a single moment was more than any of them could answer for, and the person that should have stood for her crimes was on the verge of death.

Her head, which had been cut off from her neck, was grinning; her soul had been shattered into pieces, but her talents made her flesh to be aware of itself, and the knowledge that she killed Andar, despite perishing herself, was enough to give her comfort.

The insides of her head were filled with dying thorns and insects as the plantlike nature of her constitution struggled to keep her alive, even if it was for one more second.

If she knew that killing him would feel so good, she should have used the power of the Flame Armor to kill him a hundred thousand years ago, when she first became a Flame Guard and had to watch her achievement be deemed as nothing before the glow surrounding Andar.

Darkness began to crowd her vision, and she welcomed death, but something made the last of her consciousness flicker because this darkness was not normal.

It had wings and eyes that shone silver, and the horror in her heart took shape as she watched this darkness slither into her armor, and Andar appeared within.

“No…. No…. No…. No!!!!!”

Clad in armor that should not have touched his skin, Andar raised his gauntleted hands and admired them. He glanced at the dying woman’s head and nodded at her.

“Thank you for invoking a power like that; otherwise, I would never have succeeded. Your knowledge of this armor in the short time you have worn it is commendable. Let me take it from here.”

The head of the woman shook in anger, and her mouth opened as wide as an alligator, tearing all the last bit of flesh on her face as she screamed her previous cry of defiance, and then the red glow of her eyes faded.

In her last moments, she had seen that Andar had mastered the Flame Armor and surpassed her in control in a few seconds. The only achievement she had to her name was nothing before him, and with access to her armor, what more could he unleash before it was over?

“Hate… hate… hate…” The countless insects inside her head were screaming as they perished, and when the last of them fell, her life was over.

Walking up to the head, Andar regarded the disfigured face for a moment before crushing it under his armored heels, a burst of flame emerged from his foot that vaporized the remnants. Her talents were frighteningly perverse, and he could not be sure of her death until there was nothing of her remaining.

Anyone would think Supreme Talents were almost impossible to kill, like Andar, whose ability to “Refresh” himself using his Data-State, where he turned into pure Data, nearly made him unkillable. However, surviving that blast had cost him six “Refreshes.”

With only nine of these “Refresh” in his tank, if any blast like this happened, Andar was not sure he could survive it.

He glanced inside himself and saw that he had fifteen seconds at best before this armor locked into place and killed him. He was only driving it using the remnants of the cells from the nameless mage, and that would soon run out. He could not duplicate her unique constitution, only burn it up.

Turning towards the panicking members of the Flame Guards who had not yet regained their strength, he smiled and turned his palms towards them, where a million tiny sigils made from the armor’s material began to take shape.

The six mages barely had the time to recognize what was happening when the armor surrounding Andar shattered into pieces, but each piece shot towards the Flame Guards with crushing speed, and it sliced them into pieces, killing them all.

The weight of the Flame Armor meant that as it tore through their bodies, it also shattered their souls and dimensions. Their armor offered pitiful resistance against the same Supreme material, and they would not have expected Andar to destroy the suit he had paid dearly to claim.

But all of this was necessary if he was to claim his prize.

Inside Andar’s chest blazed Frost Mourne, a gray flame cultivated by the unnamed mage, but he knew this was another piece of the first fire.

Whatever was happening, Rowan was no longer acting in a circumspect manner, and when the opportunity to claim another piece of the First Flame came up, he took it. Endirius had no time to fully process what was happening because the Primordial Beast could not predict Rowan’s action of releasing so much Primordial Aether into Reality, and before he could begin changing his plans, Rowan had to gain as much advantage as possible.

Inside his chest, Andar felt the flame vanish, taken away by the unknown formation in his heart, and a road appeared in his mind that led to the depths of the realm.

It was time to face Endirius.

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