Chapter 391 Cry of Anger and Despair
Andar was at the edge of his endurance, unlike his main body, the recovery capability of this body was abysmal and he could only maintain his life, although he would heal in time, if he did not receive proper magical assistance, he would be maimed.
He was at the limit that his new Mental state could bear and with reluctance, he released the hold of the mystical swirling dust that covered his Spirit Matrix, and it settled into a triangular-shaped clump of dust that was smaller than his fist.
The pain that came was welcomed. As this was just a normal sensation from his body, the screaming soul of the god was now silent, and this pain he was feeling was now his own.
It turned out to be far less painful than he imagined it to be.
After going through all the pain he just felt, Andar knew his endurance for discomfort had increased drastically, his body was in such bad shape that he feared that he had lost most of his skin and nerve centers, and he needed to hurry up and finish his mission because he was dying.
But the grin on his face showed nothing but happiness.
With his one single eye, he looked around him. The fingers of the god were like five mountains, and as he was this close, he discovered that the color of the hand was red, not because that was its skin color, but because it had been flayed.
The feeling of the flesh below him was warm, and it was almost weird how perfect the temperature was, as it was incredibly soothing to his bleeding flesh, he almost wanted to lie down on it and sleep.
'Either men or gods, the fate of the defeated is never their own.' Andar mused, this god had suffered a tragic fate, he shook his head, pushing exhaustion aside, he shall not fail again on this pivotal moment.
There were enough instructions going around on how to access the training manual and Engrave your Meditation Art on your Spirit Matrix.
You simply opened up your Spirit Matrix and connected with the Chained god using a medium, most preferably, you used your blood.
Andar was already bleeding well enough that a small pool of it had gathered around his leg, remembering his experience from so long ago when he accessed the Records for the first time, he sat cross-legged on the palm, grunting a bit about the pain when the skin on his calf and knees tore open.
He would not fall and break his skull open due to carelessness again.
Andar opened up his Spirit Matrix and sent a wave of Silver Aether downwards like tendrils and touched the flesh of the Chained god.
His vision changed and he saw a new sky. He heard a sigh and saw a world of the distant past.
There was a god on his knees, and his blood washed all the stars around him until an entire galaxy was red. His skin had been peeled away and it was used to make a foundation for a world that was as massive as Trion.
A man with white and black hair walked up to the kneeling god and as he did his size began to grow until an entire star could fit on one of his fingernails.
He stopped before the god stretched forth his hand and placed it on the head of the god, he muttered an old phrase that Rowan was able to understand, "SUNDER!"
The god's body was torn into six pieces, his four limbs and torso were pinned to five bright stars, and his head was taken away by the man with white and black hair.
As the gigantic man walked away, the eyes of the god slowly closed, but a message was left behind,
"Cleave my bones… Eat my heart… My Will shall ever remain. The stain that shall stay."
The vision passed and Rowan saw the Meditation Art, and the name of it was strange, it was called Frostmourne.
A growing pressure began to erupt in his Spirit Matrix, as nine hundred and ninety-nine Icy slabs that were attached into a single whole appeared inside his Spirit Matrix.
For him to begin his journey as a mage, he would need to engrave each of those 999 Icy slabs or 999 Engraving Sockets into his Spirit Matrix, the silver Aether inside his Spirit Matrix was fuel to begin engraving the Supreme Meditation Art inside his mind.
He did not know how many Engraving Sockets an Ordinary or Heavenly Fate Meditation Art would require, but he should have more than enough Aether to begin building it.
Andar's body shook in excitement, there were countless streams of information waiting for him to devour, but he left all those to his main body, and he began to vibrate his Spirit Matrix, as he began his first engraving of the Frostmourne Meditation Art.
The knowledge of how to do so was instinctive.
The moment the first Engraving Socket was made, a tremendous force blasted out from his body that made the entire hand of the Chain god vibrate, the massive fingers began to contort in different positions, each movement seeming to hold endless mysteries.
For those that were attached to the clouds and accepting their Meditation Art, they were pushed out and the entire Trial Ground began to shake.
It would seem while Andar was receiving his Supreme Meditation Art, no one would be able to do the same, they would all have to wait.
A formless pressure seized every candidate in the Trial Ground, and screams of astonishment erupted from everyone else when they saw the Aether Geyser far in the distance beginning to vibrate and shoot out millions of Aether streams that for a short time, turned all of the surrounding spaces into a world of colors.
The pressure continued to increase, and then it abruptly ceased, and a bitter cry filled with shock and despair resounded.
The cry came from Andar, and it carried a pain that was hard to describe.
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