The moment Andar broke through the final barrier to reach the palm of the Chained god, all the Archmages of the Black Tower erupted, and the air around their projection began to warp as their supreme will was shattered by incredulity.
Many factors led to this point for Andar to be able to reach this place, and it may not necessarily be able to be repeated. The Tome Rowan used to rebuild Andar’s body was from the essence of Six Ouroboros Serpents, and his flesh was remade using his Empyrean shell, he was unique.
He was not an Empyrean, but his potential was equal to one. The new changes inside Andar’s Spirit Matrix all combined for him to be able to make it to the hand of the Chained god.
Untold trillions of miles away, the four Archmages of the Black Tower were shaken, and those in their company who were powerful figures noticed the abnormality.
“Is there anything wrong, Khasos.” A genderless voice spoke, it was from the Oracle, and now this voice had a face, it was of a beautiful child with pink cheeks and short white hair who looked at least seven years old, but it was impossible to tell the gender.
He was standing before thirty-five powerful Archmages, and they were all in their real bodies.
Such a gathering was rare, and in tens of thousands of years, it would be quite difficult for this to happen. Each Archmage usually stuck to their Tower, and it would be quite impossible to push them away from their experiments and meditation.
They all sat on chairs carved from stone and metal on a floating meteoroid in space. This Meteoroid had a famed history and had existed even before the birth of this universe.
The two-headed Archmage grimaced, “Nothing to draw the attention of the council, we just had a minor matter during the Trials, and everything has been…”
Yet the meeting venue suddenly shook and as one, everyone looked towards the direction of the Black Tower, where the stars had begun to change.
This was a potent of considerable changes and all of them began to divine the direction of fate.
From so far away, a white pulse suddenly erupted from the Trial Ground of the Black Tower, but it could only be seen by those who had a certain level of power, as the light did not travel through real space but in dimensions greater than the present reality.
It spread far faster than light. A storm of such proportion that it would humble gods and Archmages.
It reached the gathering of Archmages and a stir went through their rank. It started as a disbelieving whisper until a storm exploded in their minds and as one they all turned to the Oracle.
“Can this be real?” An amazed voice called out. “Who would do this? Which Archmage tampered with the domain of the Supreme? Do they not fear her retaliation?”
Khasos growled in irritation, “None of us tampered with any candidate to reach the Supreme, after all this time, this is the result of pure talent that was born in my Black Tower.”
“Is that the case? Then this is a unique talent that would go against the heavens, it is a shame… she would never allow it.”
Another white pulse of potential and power erupted again, and a murmur passed through their ranks, “He already accepts the Legacy?”
To surprise an Archmage was a rare event, and as the white wave grew unceasing, the high heavens opened up and the Supreme Magus World was revealed.
It was a Star, so great in scope that it exceeded the bounds of space and time, even a god could not see its end, and could travel for countless years and never see its beginning or end.
A female voice snorted, and a spear of flames tore reality apart and pierced through the growing storm and it shattered. A scream of pain and rage resounded, it was Andar.
A Supreme power was about to rise, but it would seem it had been denied. 𝑜𝑣.𝘯𝑡
The Oracle went up into the air and called the storm that was unleashed from the Trial Ground, compacting it and gathering it, before the cold voice announced, “There was an attempt to shoulder Endirius Lament, but they failed.”
The Oracle turned to Khasos, “See to the young Acolyte, he failed but he has promise, give him a place and a Title, any Archmage here would be lucky to have a disciple like that, if he wants, he can choose any Great Tower of his choice.”
Khasos growled, “The Black Tower master would not take this well, he did not fail, he was sabotaged!”
The Oracle answered, “This matter is beyond you Khasos, you have no understanding of events of these magnitudes, leave any grudges you have to your Tower Master.” Turning back to the rest the Oracle continued, “Let us resume our discussion, the vote on the Covenant, should they be disbanded in the next century, or should more resources be allocated? The battle on the surface of Trion is heating up and it is crucial that this war should never cease, the Covenant has held the front for a million years, and they need to continue the war for another ten million more, suggestions and…”
The Archmages were all ashen, it was not an easy thing to see the light of a Tower Master, this was a 9 Star Archmage.
They knew a storm was coming, there was no way the Black Tower Master, a powerhouse who could shake the universe, would ever allow such a travesty to happen in his Tower, and this travesty was committed by another Tower Master, and although they all knew who she was, they were quiet.
Soon they returned to their meeting, but there were subtle changes in their ranks. There were six Tower Masters, Archmages with powers only beneath the Supreme.
There was fierce competition between the six of them, and the action of one of the Tower Masters to enter the domain of another and destabilize it was a recipe for conflict.
The vision of the Supreme World began to fade away, but it was possible to hear a cry of anger.
They all shuddered for it was from the Tower Master of the Black Tower