Andar breathed in deeply, smelling the tangy smell of his blood straightened his head, and looked ahead, before cupping his fists and bowing, "I pay my respect to the Steward and the other Majesty, I apologize for my rudeness of not recognizing your eminence."
The Mountains replied to him and Andar heard the voice of the Steward and he gasped in pain, it was like thunder blasting beside his ears but he could keep his thinking clear and understand the words being spoken,
"Andar Erikson, I'm aware of the reason you came to me, and I will permit it, not only that, I will reward you if you can take the first position in all the tests. You should also know that if you succeed you will elevate the prestige of our Tower among all the rest, and your title as Number One Under Heaven would not be contested."
Andar bowed to the Steward, and the other Mountain in his perception spoke, "Andar Erikson, my name is Archmage Shemira Myrcelo Holder Of The Crystal Rose. I know your mortal master and you also know my disciple's servant.."
That was all the voice said before falling silent, Andar bowed towards the voice and retreated, the moment the door of the cottage closed, Andar collapsed to his knees.
There was a sensation in the back of his mind like an angry roar, it was as if something in his bloodline was rebelling against the thoughts of going to its knees, even if they were facing the very high heavens.
Andar silenced that voice, it came from a being without limits, if he thought he was the same, he would die without even understanding how it happened.
Andar had avoided checking all the blinking lights on his messages since he awoke because he did not want to complicate his life. Already there were thousands from close associates, and an unknown millions from all over the world, perhaps from other Great Towers as well.
There was no way he would be sorting all these out in time, and even though he must be disappointing some people who were close to him with his silence, he expected them to understand that this period of time was the most important for him.
He did not want to be burdened by any outside troubles, even when it was hinted to him by an Archmage, he did not forget the sacrifice of his master, but he would be failing that sacrifice made on his behalf if he did not live according to his master's wishes for him.
His master paid with his life for Andar to shine bright. To become the greatest Mage that ever lived. Andar would fulfill this promise, even if it meant he had to be cruel to those close to him. He was too weak to play such high-level games.
Andar was not fond of those areas of research, he focused on acquiring knowledge, yet with this knowledge he gained and the unreasonable amount of Aether he could unleash and control, he was undoubtedly the strongest Acolyte in the Body Farm.
He did not need spells for every element was seemingly under his control, and with every day that passed, his control of Aether grew deeper.
He was wearing all black, with silver buttons, and a long black jacket that reached his knees completed his attire, the jacket had a hood but Andar did not use it.
The test would begin in seven minutes, and Andar opened his door and began to run, leaping over his railing he began to fall, the pyramid was more than 35,000 stories tall, which was about twelve miles tall, and Andar could not survive this sort of fall, but his left hand lit up and a deep roar like a foghorn resounded in the air, so clear it reached the entire Body Farm and everyone outside looked up as the Silver body of the Cloud Whale appeared in the skies.
The Cloud Whale had evolved from the enormous amount of Aether inside the Aegis Scripts in Andar's arm. Like a bolt of silver lightning, it flashed through the air leaving rumbles like thunder behind.
Andar stayed on one knee and held the fin of the Cloud Whale as it reached three times the speed of sound in twelve seconds, just enough to reach the first test zone, which was for the Introduction to Formations test.
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