The Primordial Record

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.

Disbelief and rage filled their hearts, and they would have all erupted and silenced him, but there seemed to be a force holding them back.

The higher dimensional mages among them recognized that force and knew it to come from the Supreme Magus himself, so they remained silent.

However, inasmuch as rage filled these mages’ hearts, others also felt the opposite, and this sentiment was not only echoed in the hearts of mages but by all lifeforms in Reality whose lives’ worth depended on what could be extracted from them.

The inequality that besets every corner of a Magus’ life was a tale as old as time.

Reality never favoured the weak, and the strong were the law. In a fair macrocosm, the heavens should have a mechanism to protect the weak from the crushing strength of the strong, but that did not seem to be the case.

A balance had long been broken, and nothing seemed to be able to halt this relentless tide.

After countless years, the strong were able to leverage their position to gain as much advantage as they could possibly get away with, and for every royal Magus house to rise, countless minor houses had been drained of their essence to bolster it, and the same thing could be found all over Reality.

Andar’s story was the same as all of them; the only difference was that they did not have the talent to rise again, even when the opportunities to do so were taken away.

“I am now a Rank 6 higher-dimensional mage, while the mage who was given my opportunity is merely a Rank 7 Archmage. How pitiful. But, I do not say this to edify my talent above others, I am only pointing out that the Magus who took my legacy would not even be a Rank 1 Archmage at this time without it. This is the central core that binds all of Reality, taking from others to elevate your authority. All existence is ruled by the laws of the jungle.”

Andar gestured around him in a sweeping motion, “This world and all its empires were built on the backs of the suffering, of the plundered… My story is all of your stories, because this is the fundamental truth of Reality. The strong take from the weak, and the heavens are not fair.”

The silence that followed was profound, because as inflammatory as the words spoken by Andar were to all who heard him, everything he said was acknowledged as the truth, although one that most would only dwell upon in the silence of their heart.

All of them here had experienced it and were also a part of it, because as those above them took, they did the same to those below them.

What brought about this silence was the pervasive notion in their heart that this great genius was leading to something else with his words, that, as shocking as the words he said, what he was about to reveal next would be monumentally more surprising, and Andar, with his following words did not disappoint them,

“What if that were to change? What if the strong no longer had to take from the weak, but advancement was left to the will of the individual? What if by the strength of our hands we can reshape Reality?”

He smiled, and existence became silent. His beauty and light became almost unattainable. “If the heavens are silent, we would create a voice for them.”

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