The Primordial Record

Nezrakim and Dora had separated from the Dominator they came with on the battlefield months ago after crossing no man's land and entering the continent where the Great War was being fought for a million years, they were now alone not because of any choice on their part but because their other companions had either been killed or acquired enough benefits and then they left.

They could have waited for fresh blood, but their mission was time-sensitive and they had spent too long as it was.

This was their seventh month on the battlefield, and they had escaped death countless times, only their mystical abilities had saved them from death. Each of them brings various abilities to the table to aid each other, and they have slayed Mages and Demons in their thousands.

They were getting closer to their target with each day, and with their current pace, in a fortnight they would reach her. Yet they could not help but pause when they looked at their target's location ahead.

Three hundred miles ahead was a field of entrenched missile batteries that could shoot seventy-foot-long Davross alloy-tipped slabs of iron, more than fifty tons in weight.

Each of them was being shot at Mach 8 and could be delivered to their targets with pinpoint accuracy.

The area these missile batteries covered was more than three thousand miles in length and they could shoot more than 800,000 missiles every hour. This entire section was called the Tiberius family Lance of Destruction.

It was created with the assistance of both the Volgim Family and the Boreas Family recently, which was three hundred years ago and a suitable counter had not yet been found for them due to various reasons. There were fifty of such Lances of Destruction spread across the battlefield and with this new push in the war effort, there were plans to create another fifty more of these.

To understand the full power of this Lances of Destruction, a single volley from it was enough to tear a Minor World to pieces. Only a Peak Major World like Trion could handle weapons of such caliber to be used on its surface with no restrictions.

"How can we find her across this entire section?" Nezrakim frowned, his eagle-like eyes sweeping across the distance, he watched as the skies vibrated and thousands of missiles flew from the ground leaving air shattering shockwaves behind them.

Three thousand miles was not a great distance for an Angel, but this stretch of the region was incredibly perilous, and it was very possible for them to fail their mission if they were killed halfway. Countless Demons and Mages attacked this location to destroy these Missile Batteries, for they had reaped a frightening toll of death since their operation began.

"There would be traces," Dora replied, both of them were in the bodies of Tiberius family Dominators at the Incarnation State.

The region they were in, it was rare to find Dominators at such a low level of power, this area was strictly for powers at the second great circle and beyond.

They looked at each other, ahead of them the battle raged white-hot. They nodded to each other and entered battle, they needed to find Maeve, for according to the creator, she was an important piece of the puzzle to unlock his past.

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Andar had been sleeping for the past eight hours. He did not necessarily need this amount of rest, but he noticed that his body had not yet finished its upgrade.

There were many minor kinks to iron out, and in order to increase the speed of completion, he rested and allowed his cells and physique to go to town. Frankly he enjoyed the chance to sleep, what his main body experienced could not necessarily be called sleep, his condition was rather hard to describe.

He opened his eyes and felt a sense of fullness as if his cells were satiated and filled with unlimited energy. The silver veins that shone through his skin were especially bright, it would appear as if it was not blood that flowed within his veins but pure energy.

He sat up and brought his right hand to his face, there he saw tiny silver grains swirling around like a mini tornado. It would seem that finally his body could no longer contain his Aether and now it was beginning to manifest outwardly.

He sighed and pushed the excess Aether into the Aegis Script. The Cloud Whale gave a pained roar that was filled with both happiness and despair. This beast needed a lot of Aether to grow, but still, too much of everything was bad. It was beginning to drown in Aether, as the fog of Aether inside the Aegis Script had turned to a lake.

He would just have to bear with it, Andar thought. Even though it was hurting the beast, it would be good for it in the long run.

He found out that this Cloud Whale was a male, and the Aether was not just nourishing it, for it had grown to nearly two extra feet for the past seven days it was inside, which according to the growth rate of Cloud Whale this was a ridiculous number, but also it was beginning to change.

The deep blue color of its skin was slowly transforming into a lighter blue, and there was a budding growth just below its fin.

A soft knock interrupted his musing, and before he could ask who it was, although he already knew, the door was pushed open and a girl entered followed by two other people.

The girl who entered had piercing blue eyes framed by dark hair. Her face was almost childlike but her body was especially voluptuous.

Her name was Mira and among many things, she was the daughter of an Archmage, and the two who followed behind her were her two minders.

She sat beside him without any invitation, Andar had become used to her domineering ways and he adjusted so he could fully place her within his sights.

"So, the castle gates would open in the next hour, and the Trial Ground would be unlocked. Let's go over our strategy once more, as we would have competition for the best spots." She said and brought out a glowing map that spread to cover the room with two taps from her fingers.