The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1112

Chapter 1112 Memories Of Fire (Final)

What happened next was hard to follow exactly, because it was impossible to easily grasp for any mortal or immortal, despite how special they may be. However, what they witnessed was simple, it was an entire universe going against one man and they were losing.

The first clash involved trillions of creatures whose powers would place the gods to shame, their number could almost equal every star in the night sky. They all rose up against a single man, and they all fell, and not even their bodies were left behind.

Even from a distance, Andar could see a sort of a ripple that passed through the endless hordes and they collapsed to ashes, such a casual display of power on such a scale was mind-boggling.

If he calculated the energy required to do just a fraction of what he had just witnessed then it would reach such a ridiculous number that before now he would think of something like this to be impossible.

That was only just the start, the battle that followed brought him to his knees, and when he thought it could not get any crazier when he saw Demon Kings slaughtered like ants and Archmages swept aside like dust when entire armies fell with a single swing of his creator's hand… the music began, and Andar understood the terror behind beauty.

The music began slowly like a leaf being carried gently by a breeze, and then it heightened as if a gust of heavy wing had caught hold of the leaf, thrusting it higher into the air, and then it lessened as the leaf fell to the ground, but the moment the leaf was about to touch the earth, another wind picked it up and pushed it up into the cloud and this time it did not come back to the earth anymore, it just kept going and going and when you thought there could be no more, that this leaf could not go higher, it entered into the wide open universe and it kept ascending.

Andar was aware that if this was a symphony with a million notes, he was only hearing one of those notes, and yet that alone held him spellbound.

Enraptured! That was the word Andar could find for the state of mind he found himself under. A very tiny portion of his soul was telling him that he was gaining a massive amount of benefits by listening to this song as he was distantly aware of his body transforming into that of the Light Devourer and his level as a Magus increasing exponentially. He felt his soul expand until it felt like it was about to burst and then it did burst, and although this brought him pain, but also relief. For the wounds in his soul healed and he felt his soul becoming more resilient under this unknown baptism of power.

Despite the pain, he could not stop himself from listening to the song. He was vaguely aware of the Empress and Fury screaming in pain by the side as their bodies were consumed by an ethereal flame, and he became aware that that flame was also upon him and the girl, Staff.

The flame emerging from the Empress was red, Fury's was nine-colored, the white-haired girl's flames were colorless and his own was silver. However what was peculiar was that the shadow here Malakith had no flames burning around him, in fact, the opposite seemed to be happening, his body was shrinking.

Andar was vaguely aware that these flames came from their souls.