After two hundred thousand years of experintation and striving, it was enough for Revah to determine that this treasure she had found was the opportunity granted by the highest heavens to push her to the peak of Reality, with it, she could beco an Old One.
No longer hesitating, Revah Endirius crafted a dinsional ship that resembled the treasure she had found. This was to deceive others about its actual status.
With the real treasure, she began rging it with her Magus Tower. Revah determined that using this treasure in any other way was a waste, and only by integrating it with her Magus Tower would it beco truly her own.
This rger went more smoothly than she had ever anticipated. Her Magus Tower had already reached its limits, and Revah was simply gambling on the fact that the advancent given to her by the potion might allow her Magus Tower a chance to rge with so of this unknown treasure.
The process took hundreds of thousands of years to complete, and her power never stopped increasing during that ti. She was glad that she had decided to rge this treasure with her Magus Tower; now, it would never run out, and her enhanced comprehension talent would beco permanent.
The wisdom born of great age made Revah hide this fact from everyone, including her great ancestor, the Supre Magus Endirius, because she knew her status would directly challenge his reign.
Her Ancestor did not look favorably on challenges to his power. Other magi may not be aware of the depths of cruelty possessed by Endirius, but she was in his line, and the stories they told about him were nowhere near the level of cruelty he possessed.
Revah returned to the Magus World less frequently as ti passed and her powers increased. The flas of ambition in her heart had beco lit, and she would return the day she reached the level of Supre Magus. This fact almost seed inevitable with the rate of her growth.
That day ca much quicker than she expected.
After Revan fully rged with the mysterious stone statue, a few thousand years went by, and she smoothly beca an Old One. Her Tribulations, done far away from the Supre World of Magus, shook Reality as an Old One was born, yet the knowledge she had acquired over the years allowed her to create a separate dinsion that covered the eruption of her ascension; otherwise, the entirety of Reality would have known about the birth of an Old One.
Even with the expectation of her inevitable ascension, Revah felt imnse shock in her heart. For a while, she stayed in isolation, mastering herself and her new powers over Destiny. When the preparation she had made was complete, Revah headed back to the Supre Magus World, ambitions burning in her heart, but even as an Old One, she was unaware of the golden eyes in the depths of her soul.
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Inside a throne room made from gray frozen flas and otherworldly tals, a group of immortal mages sat around a burning white fla and watched the events happening on the surface of the realm.
Their presence burned the area around them with the sheer power each contained, as each resembled a burning universe in the shape of n.
There were seven figures here, all from the bloodline of Endirius, which made them gods among Mages; all were seventh-dinsional Mages and were ancient beyond belief.
Few had seen them because they dwelled inside the Supre Tower, hardly leaving except for important tasks, but it was rare for all of them to gather for anything that was not extrely important, but the event of this day seed to be worth their presence.
"He is a fool," a cold voice seemingly erging from the depths of the Abyss erged from one of the Mages, and because their shapes resembled a bunch of burning stars, it was impossible to know which of them had spoken.
"But an extrely powerful fool, his talents are troubling," another voice spoke, and this one was feminine. For those who were deeply aware of these ges, they would recognize that this was the voice of Revah Endirius. Sohow, she had found her way to beco one of the mbers of this esteed council.
"I do not care for his talent as much as his character," the cold voice spoke once more, "He does not have the mind of a Mage, and despite how great his talent is, they are worthless before the weight of Reality. Such a sha that this seed would perish before accomplishing great deeds for our civilization."
A strange voice replied to this mage, and it must have been so unexpected that these seven powerful mages froze in place. "I doubt that to be the case…" the voice said, "This child has more promise than you would think. Why else did I give him a Supre Title?"
As one, all seven mages rose and turned towards the end of this space, and they bowed towards the figure that had appeared out of thin air.
Resembling a man in his forties with salt and pepper hair, his stature was unassuming, not showing any hint of power, and appearing like a mortal man.
He wore gray robes that appeared to be torn in certain places, and his fingers that tapped the side of his thigh were black, as if he had frostbite.
If he walked on the surface of the realm, most would think of him as a mortal man, maybe one who was a bit out of touch with reality.
Rowan had never looked at soone’s shape to determine who they were because the truth was always in their eyes, and it was in the eyes of Endirius, the Thief of Fla, that he saw the truth of this man.
Behind him was a small figure in the shape of a child whose appearance was the sa as the Lost Flas. To all the Mages, this was The Oracle, the central figure inside the Aethernet and the voice of Endirius.
With a wave of his small hand, the Oracle created a throne out of flas, and Endirius sat on it with a smile on his face as he gestured to the rest.
"Sit and watch, I am sure sothing spectacular is about to happen," bringing up his black fingers to show the Mages, he grinned, "I woke up today to see that my fingers are tingling, and the last ti it happened, I was before a Primordial."
The seven mages here went mute with shock at the realization that sothing unexpected was about to take place.
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