The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1556

Cloudy cried out once more before he began to shrink, his entire mass converging on the apex of Andar's staff, and so as the staff rose, Cloudy was continuously compressed into the spark on top of the staff, and with a burst of power that sent a shockwave throughout the Supreme realm and into Reality, Aetherius appeared on Andar's right hand where its shape took the form of a staff that was his height.

Now rotating on the head of the staff was a floating, ever-changing orb that resembled a miniature galaxy, alternating between blinding brilliance and all-consuming darkness.

This was a representation of Andar's Will, one that Rowan was extremely proud of, as it showed that Andar, more than any of his children, had inherited the principles of his existence.

As this staff entered Reality for the first time, there was a faint sound all across the Mage realm like the chanting of its name, "Aetherius… Aetherius…" This sound traveled into Reality as all of existence witnessed the birth of the Ruler of Aether. An accomplishment that even Rowan did not have.

Darkness began to pool around his feet, extending towards the sun below, appearing like massive umbral wings. Wings of light appeared behind him, reaching for the stars. The sheer presence of Aetherius had enough weight to shift the authority of the Magus Realm away from Andar, giving him a domain where everything was under his control.

It was unknown what the unveiling of Aetherius would change in Reality because it was already a Source-Level Treasure, yet it was still incomplete. Only this new age that was dawning could begin to hold the weight of a weapon like this.

Holding this staff, Andar could barely lift it, let alone use it to craft delicate spells. Aetherius was made for the end game. It was a weapon that Andar fashioned for the time he became an Old One, and it was not yet completed; there was still much to be done, so much so that he feared it would never be finished.

There were hundreds of millions of delicate spells and craftings that needed to be merged with the staff, and even then, it would not be entirely completed without the dominion of an Old One powering it, but in this situation, Andar did not require all of that delicate elements as are necessary for spells, he only needed power, and in this new age, power was his to take.

Andar raised the staff with both hands as he began to chant, using the runes etched on it as a conductor to his will. Reality shuddered as the presence of Aetherius was broadcast into its core, and following the meaning of its name, all of the Aether in Reality responded to its power.

His wings of light reached the depths of eternity, and the shadows beneath him thickened until they began to cover the light of the Supreme Sun under him. Such a commotion could no longer be blocked as all across the realm, mages who were still growing stronger began to flee the realm, heading into space.

They did not understand everything happening, but the clash between powers that rewrite Reality with their will was nowhere they wanted to be. If this were Andar alone, they would have stayed behind, but Endirius could not be challenged without repercussion, and his reach was mighty and terrible; running was the only option. _{freёweɓnovel.com}