The Primordial Record

A sleek purple spaceship approached the Black Tower, its speed was astonishing traveling at twenty-three times the speed of light, it slowly decelerated until it was a few million miles away from the Black Tower, although this ship was heavily protected by Taboo Level Spells and built with Divine Treasures, it would not be able to withstand the enormous gravitational forces of the Aether Geyser that surrounded the Black Tower.

The Aether Geyser was throwing out millions of streams of condensed Aether that resembled streams of rainbows millions of miles in length. A spectacular sight that would lead a mortal to madness if they witnessed it because looking directly at the Aether Geyser was like staring at the heart of a million stars.

Black Holes were naturally a storeroom for Aether gathered from the universe over countless billions of years and Supermassive black holes like the one used by the Black Tower contained more potent energies beyond what could be normally found in a black hole.

Usually, it was considered impossible to exploit the vast amount of Aether contained inside a black hole, but a Tower Master was deemed by most to be near omnipotent and they were able to achieve the impossible.

This Aether Geyser was created by the Tower Master of the Black Tower, Silas Black by using a supermassive black hole as the base and manipulating the event horizon around the black hole, freezing it in place.

This caused enormous turbulence within the black hole as two massive forces were set against each other. The unceasing compression of gravity, or the frozen event horizon of the black hole produced a sort of grinder.

This grinder pulled the compressed Aether that was deep into the black hole in a violent surge that shot out for millions of miles creating an Aether Geyser. This also created a unique space inside the Aether Geyser where the Black Tower was then situated.

The power and the precise calculation needed to achieve this was mind-boggling, as a single component out of place would destabilize the entire system., scattering the Aether Geyser and crushing the Black Tower until it would be smaller than a grain of sand. It almost felt impossible for the Black Tower to exist for a single second, yet it had endured for millions of years.

The purple ship patiently waited outside the Aether Geyser, having sent a pulse of light that contained information about its occupants and the entire manifesto of the ship directly at the Black Tower.

The process for verification did not take long because there were just ten people inside the 400m ship, and it was carrying an extremely important guest. The space in front of the ship rippled and a circular portal opened up, a burst of intelligible sounds passed between the ship and the portal for a few seconds before the ship slid into the portal and vanished, taken directly into the Black Tower.

Billions of miles behind the ship, three massive celestial bodies were moving towards the Black Tower, and the surging light from the Aether Geyser revealed that the massive celestial bodies were a planet accompanied by two moons.

Andar would have recognized this planet, this was Ikaron V, his home world, it appeared to be coming closer to the Black Tower, and in a few hours, it would be visible enough to be seen from the surface of the Black Tower.

His entire planet and its moons were being drawn closer to the Black Tower using a series of arrangements laid down by the Tower Master to determine the position of a planet in the Black Federation, which was the multiple worlds surrounding the Black Tower where prospective Acolytes were summoned.

Ikaron-V had just been promoted to Ikaron-II. All of this progress was thanks to Andar's standing as a Mage as well as several other factors.

On the surface of the planet, billions of people cheered, and it was not strange that in every town, village, and city, there would be a sign of Andar's presence, either a statue, pamphlets, or various other memorials, all in celebration of the greatest Magus to ever emerge from their world, and whose status was bringing about an elevation of all their collective status.

The planet traveled through the void at great speeds protected by spells laid down by the Tower Master, what was harder to notice however was the long series of battleships hidden behind one of the moons. They numbered in the thousands and they were also cloaked with a Taboo level spell rendering them effectively invisible.

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The purple ship alighted in an exclusive hanger and a port opened near the center of the ship, a faint purple fog emerged from the opened hatchway.

A couple of Mages from the Black Tower who were about a dozen hurried over to the ship casting a Rank 1 Spell Red Cloak that covered the ground with a thin red film for thousands of feet. This red film ascended into the air in the form of a staircase that led directly towards the top of this arena where only Arch mages could stay.

They hurriedly lined up by the side of the open door and clasped their hands in a sign of respect as they waited for the inhabitant of the ship to exit.

Their wait was not for long as a couple of loud metallic footsteps resounded. Five heavily armored warriors holding large pulse rifles with a long wand strapped to their waists emerged from the ship.

They were followed by a figure covered entirely in a purple veil that was so lengthy it extended for more than twenty feet, this figure was hovering in the air and followed the armored warriors while gliding behind them like a specter. The remnant part of her veil did not touch the ground but flowed around in the air like a cloud.

The armored warriors scrutinized their surroundings including the spell cast by the mages of the Black Tower that received them before bowing to the cloaked figure when their inspection was completed and they returned to stand behind the figure.

The figure began to move and the cloak pressed against their body revealing a feminine figure underneath. In a short while, the hidden female began ascending towards the top levels of the arena, her presence already drawing the attention of the millions of eyes inside the arena and all the eyes in the Aethernet.

Suddenly, a purple flare rose as if a sun were beginning to be born in midair, the entire arena was silenced and except for all the Arch mages that rose from their seats, everyone else including Andar was pressed to the ground. The flying puppets were crushed, nearly half of them becoming nonoperational.

Most of the Mages present were sprawled flat, the pressure cracking bones, but Andar was able to stay standing but his back was hunched as if he was carrying an entire mountain. He was very familiar with the pressure that came from the true bodies of an Arch mage.

His eyes were wide open in shock because he recognized the Aura from the purple sun, 'Could or be her?… Surely, it cannot be my mother.'?