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Chapter 495 Undercurrents
Andar lowered himself to the top of the ship, his breathing was a little labored, he had been ceaselessly engaging his mind for the last three hours and it was beginning to take a toll. He lowered his head and rested for three minutes, while everyone was silent as they watched him rest.
The members of the Limit Breakers had a lump behind their throat and even some of them began weeping. There was pride inside their hearts, but also a deep sense of awe. A battleship like this could not just be created by a single Mage, but a team of Mages specialized in nearly all the fields of study
Yet their leader was just an Acolyte, and he performed this marvelous act, also it should be mentioned that the methods he used were stunning, as he crafted this battleship using the raw power of the elements. What sort of monster was this?
Andar's audience had increased, and from the signs in the heavens, as their color began to change, even the Archmages themselves were beginning to pay attention.
This act was also unprecedented, an Archmage paying attention to the affairs of an Acolyte would be absurd, but that was the present situation. Andar was really living up to his Title, as the Number One Under Heaven.
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Details about Andar's life were being unearthed and shared, and deep in the underbelly of the Magus society, in places of dissension and saboteurs fighting against the rules of the Magus World, there came the rumor of a supreme genius that was robbed of his rights by the arrogant powers that be.
Andar may not have known this or perhaps he would have suspected it, but his image was being circulated in the world of Mages, and he was beginning to mean different things to different groups of people.
A silent change was beginning to sweep through the world of Mages, it was barely making any waves at this moment, but what it needed was fuel, and perhaps something truly shocking would erupt inside the Supreme World.
Inside a deep cave filled with a purple corrosive fog that could disintegrate diamonds in less than a second, the lovely figure of a woman with long black hair dyed with purple streaks was looking at the image of Andar that she created using the purple fog.
This image was not of the present Andar but one where he was much younger, barely eight years old. In the eyes of the woman, there was no hint of love or even fondness, just a general sense of goodwill towards the image.
For anyone who knew the Vice President of the Black Federation who was Andar's mother, such a show of emotion would have been surprising. The Meditation Art she practices is one where every single bit of emotion is discarded along the way, traded for power.
She sighed and closed her eyes. Her body had been slowly breaking down, and everything below her stomach had melded into the purple fog. On her Ascension to Archmage, if she did not successfully merge with this purple fog, then death was the only option.
As she merged with the Purple Fog she began to forget her name, her identity, and her dreams, even the young man whom she knew his name just a moment ago was forgotten.
Becoming an Archmage was like dying. If she survives it would be similar to a resurrection, and everything she had lost would be returned, if she failed, it would only mean she was not worthy enough.
She could not know love or joy or sorrow unless she became an Archmage, if she failed, her life would have been one of bleakness and silence, a life she lived as if she were a walking corpse.
But for ultimate power and immortality, this was a price she was willing to pay again if that was what it took.
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Andar did not need to draw Aether from his environment, his Spirit Body supplied more than he could ever need, if he wanted he could decide to push that excess Aether into his surroundings, but that would end up killing the poor Acolytes around him.
The changes Rowan made to his body made him incredibly robust and he wondered if this ability to store information inside his cells was a result of the changes Rowan made to his cells. He had investigated the users of the Endless Vault techniques, their core spells were hidden from the public, yet there was no mention of this function from the technique.
His body was perfect as far as he could tell and his only weakness was the strain on his mind when he used such powerful abilities. There must be a method to increase the tenacity of his mind, and he placed it as his priority.
Andar eyes opened and he propelled himself away from the ship, leaping directly onto the Cloud Whale hundreds of feet above who was looking at the battleship with disdain, Andar did not bother trying to figure out why the Whale was envious of a mechanical ship.
Andar heard a surprised gasp running through the crowd, they saw he did not use any spells or magical abilities to make that leap. Most here, except for the Mages did not understand the sheer power inside Andar's body, and they were not aware that he was only showing a small part of his physical capabilities.
The next stop was Talisman Crafting, and Andar had begun to make his strategies to clear it.
Formation and Puppet Creation are complicated but they mostly focused on the macro perspective, while Talisman Crafting was the opposite and focused on the micro.
Talismans were usually small, most were not greater than twelve inches, and crafting it requires delicate control and the ability to work in a small space measuring a few nanometers.