The Primordial Record novel Chapter 754

Chapter 754 The Purple Rose

The figure in the purple veil flew up to the Arch mages and their seating arrangements changed to a circular one, and she landed precisely in their middle.

Since the test had been shifted forward for six hours, the Arch mages would be deliberating among themselves, the concerns of the mortals below had no bearing on them.

The only thing they truly paid attention to was themselves, their experiences and accomplishments could not be shared with anyone else but those with Immortal Souls, this was what happens when you have the potential to live forever, you tend to disregard those who did not.

Arch mages were far more notorious than other immortals when it came to this issue because unlike the gods who could depend on their Divine Kingdom, faith, and the worship of the mortals, the Arch mage only required the commitment and the steady pursuit of the truth about reality in order to grow.

Except for outliers who treasured their families and special disciples, most Arch mages were isolated and only came together during certain special occasions like this one.

"That was certainly quite an entrance. I never knew we still made Arch mages like you again. The sheer madness of being this young again. You are here and with your Tower alongside you no less. Now that is either quite trusting or truly foolish, my bet is on the latter." Shemira Myrcelo, an Archmage of the Black Tower spoke aloud to the new figure that had entered their midst.

Before the arrival of Andar's mother, she was the only female Archmage here, and she was the first to address the new arrival.

Escaping the gaze of the mortals beneath, the veiled figure touched her head as if she was parting her hair, and the long veil that covered her body transformed into waist-length purple hair, and her true body was revealed to the Archmages.

Andar's mother had been a beautiful woman and her ascension to the rank of One-Star Arch magus had multiplied her charm to the extent that it almost looked artificial due to the extreme perfection of her figure and features. Wearing a purple robe with large black gems on her waist and back, she cut quite a dashing figure.

The only non-human trait she had were her large eyes that were entirely purple and bleeding black smoke, and on her forehead was the tattoo of a weird twisted tower that seemed to be built out of flesh instead of stone.

The true body of an Arch mage could be said to be their Tower, as it was the container for their Immortal Souls.

She opened her mouth to speak, and her voice was calm and collected, this was the voice of a woman who had experienced power and status for a long time, and although she was a One Star Arch mage and was most likely the weakest one here, her voice was strong.

"You would have to forgive my improprieties, my fellow Holder of The Flame," she smiled at the Arch mages present, "My son would be making history and for such an occasion, I fear nothing short of my presence would have to do, he has been without the company of his mother for so long, this is the least that I could do for him. In my rush and excitement to see my son, I might have been a bit rash."

"We are all aware of the movement of Ikaron V, now Ikaron II, and this elevation by all indication should be considered overdue and falls within your purview as the president of the Federation and we all know that with the accomplishment you and your son have made, it would be an easy thing to take your home world to the top, yet you chose to settle for second place. In light of your discretion, certain considerations can be made. Andar is the Seed of the Black Tower, and on this day he deserves the accolades and the inspiration he needs on his path forward."

There was no mention of the damages or the disruption that her abrupt flare of power had caused, as a new Arch mage and the president of the Black Federation, it was expected that she should display her might in some manner and to do so before the gaze of the entire Magus Worlds was a display of her confidence and strength.

Such an action would be frowned upon and even punished if she were to repeat it, but ultimately nothing essential was truly lost as every Arch mage here was just a shell and their true selves were pursuing their main goals, leaving a small portion of their consciousness on this matter.

No matter how amazing Andar's performance was, if he did not become an Arch mage, they would never focus their full attention on him because in a thousand years or a million years to come, without becoming an Immortal Soul, all his accomplishments would be nothing when he perished, it would at most be reduced to be mentioned in a book, placed inside the Ancient Library, forgotten for eternity.

Aeynid Erik, newly ascended Archmage walked to her allotted throne and she sat gracefully, soon a burst of Aether began to pass between the Arch mages as they began communicating faster than any mortal could comprehend.

Shemira stroked her chin as she contemplated the name of Andar's mother, "Erik… Erik, why is that name triggering my concern."

Above them, the planet drew nearer.