The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1548

The barrier that held back the storm had caused an accumulation of water in the sky, making it seem as if an ocean filled with lightning and green winds floated in the heavens, and the moment the barrier was broken, this ocean thundered to the earth with a momentum that echoed far across Reality.

As it fell, it brought with it a great wind that would have blown away cities, but a gesture from Andar broke the wind; he drained away its strength, and as the skies darkened, he spoke aloud to the people who came here to bear witness to his ascension, using the strength of the wind to become his voice.

His magnetic voice drew the attention of all, and it was as if no one was aware that an endless ocean of water and a fierce storm were descending upon them. Andar's silver hair was highlighted by the lightning above, making him appear more like a being of energy than flesh.

A silence swept across the realm; even the descending storm above no longer roared. It was as if something unexpected had changed, and no one here had any idea of what that change was, but in the depths of their souls, they could all feel it. A creeping dread, a potent force of change, and they could hardly breathe because it seemed as if that action was forbidden in the weight of what was to come.

Andar's voice drew them in, and as they listened, something in their heart began to transform,

"My fellow Children of Fire and everyone who can hear the sound of my voice, hear me now!"

Andar went silent, waiting for his words to sink into the minds of all who listened. Every Mage who heard his voice went quiet, including the countless other races and immortals in other dimensions who were opportuned to have access to the Aethernet.

As one of the most famous products to ever leave the Supreme World of Mages, the Aethernet had been adopted by countless races as a means of communication and trade, and its reach had silently infiltrated more realms in existence than most would believe.

It was this reach that made what was about to take place visible to virtually everyone in Reality. From the highest heavens of the Celestial Domain to the depths of the Abyss, there was a corner where someone or something was connected to the Aethernet and hearing the voice of Andar.

At this moment, as this mysterious storm was ravaging Reality, Andar, by this stroke of fortune, had become the center stage to shed light on this chaos, and for some unknown reason, those who saw his figure and heard his voice were looking at him for answers.

"The world around us is changing, and the old age is dead."

His words drew a sharp gasp from the crowd, but Andar continued speaking without waiting for the reaction from the crowd.

"You have heard my story, and it is the same with yours. In my trials to gain a Supreme Meditation Art, I was robbed of the opportunity by the house of Endirius, and my Meditation Art was given to others who did not deserve the prize. If not for the intervention of my mentors, I would not be able to gain another Meditation Art that had been cast aside as useless due to its bizarre nature."

If Andar's words were a flame, then the hearts of the mages who supported the house of Endirius, especially the higher-dimensional mages, were fuel.

There were some things that, when known, could not be spoken of. The House of Endirius could not be besmirched, especially by a Magus whose voice could be heard all over the Aethernet; the consequences of such a thing would be vast.