This force around him was powerful, and it squeezed against the barrier of Aetherius, shrinking it until it was only a few ters away from his body. His staff could channel power on the level of an Old One, and yet the pressure that Andar was experiencing was this great.
It ant the nature of this space was so dense that it must surpass what could be found on the surface of a Primordial Domain, and he suspected that a space this durable could only be found in the depths of a Primordial Domain.
Andar could tell from the connection he had with the outside world that he was inside the core of the Magus Supre World and had not been transported to a Primordial Domain; how, then, did Endirius make such a powerful space? Did it an that the Magus Supre World, if fully unveiled, could be equal to a Primordial Domain?
Looking upwards, Andar noticed that the skies were nothing but fire, but a barrier he had just passed through held back all those flas. He had just entered the core of the Supre Sun, and unlike what he had expected, it was not hot; instead, it was colder than the depths of a freezing abyss.
This was the true face of the Magus Supre Realm, not one of fire but the coldest of ice. Endirius had hidden himself well. He had claid himself to be the master of fire, but he had never truly owned it; it was simply a facade.
Why would he need to own the flas when the power in this place surpassed anything that any Mage could ever comprehend?
With the chill of this place being held back by the Aura of Aetherius, Andar finally looked at the wounded Mage in front of him, who was in the form of a massive beast that had the appearance of a goat with the head of a lion and the tail of a serpent—the Gatekeeper of the Flaming Throne.
'What flaming throne, this should be called the throne of ice!' Andar cursed within himself.
Through the eyes of the Light Devourer he had sent ahead, he saw this beast standing over the barrier. Then he watched as it defeated the Light Devourer in an instant, tearing it apart with a burst of incredible strength that sent a trendous shockwave that shattered the beam of darkness Andar had been using to travel to the core.
This thod of destruction should be a unique power of this beast, who should be at the eighth-dinsional level. Andar was standing before an Old One.
With the power of Aetherius, Andar was able to absorb this force, enhance it, and send it back to the beast in the form of a circular blade. It was this blade that tore this beast in two, and it was barely held together by a few strings of flesh.
Usually, such wounds should be nothing to an eighth-dinsional immortal, but the unique power of Aetherius, a Souce Level Treasure, shattered the soul, mory, and Fate of the beast, and its blood that could fill an ocean, poured onto the ground and was frozen into mountains.
With the strength of an Old One, it should have been possible for this beast to burn its vitality and heal itself of these grievous wounds, but the force from that blade had pushed this beast into the barrier, and this frozen realm and its environnt were killing it.
Andar also suspected that this beast's coming death was caused by sothing it should not have seen inside this realm.
He did not know where this thought ca from, but sothing told him it was important.
Andar knew little about this beast, who was also a mage and was now dying here. He had read about him in the Mages Vault, and the information he had been able to gather about it was minimal. He was not even aware that this beast had reached the level of an Old One.
Unlike most Mages who took the general form of a human, although this was not strictly the case, there were many nonhumanoid Mages. However, their shapes generally tended to be humanoid; it was a unique structure of the Magus power system that would only work for beings with humanoid features. There was a connection between the ditation Art they practiced, and the ntal Space of humanoids, and this connection could not be found in other alien life forms.
However, there was a single case of a being who went outside the norm and beca the first non-humanoid individual ever to beco a mage
It was this creature here. Its na and race were unknown. It was said that to prevent the secrets of the Magus power system from spreading, Endirius set out to kill the beast, but later, he captured it and placed it as the guard to his gates.
Andar did not think eting this beast here was a mistake; this was both a test and a ssage from the Supre Mage, and it was not hard for Andar to discern the hidden aning.
Rowan had stolen two parts of the first fla from Endirius and was coming for more. At the core of their plan was to seize all the scattered pieces of the first fla.
Andar could almost hear the voice of the Supre Mage in his head, telling him to rethink his actions as he would not warn him again. His gaze went cold when he discovered this was not his imagination—it was real. Endirius was speaking in his head!
"Look at what I did to this beast for the cri of stealing a useless technique from my coffers. What more do you think I would do to you who have aided an intruder to steal my flas? This is your last chance to surrender yourself to . This is my rcy, Andar, or I shall make you suffer for every..."
With a burst of pure consciousness power, backed by the power of Aetherius, Andar shattered the voice in his head. He thrust the staff towards the Frozen castle ahead as he chanted a minor spell of transfer. This spell could have carried Andar across hundreds of dinsions, but in this place, it was barely enough to bring him to the frozen door of the castle.
Andar did not move, but the massive, hundreds of feet tall frozen door rumbled open.
Within was a hallway that seed to stretch for miles, and at the end of the hall was a man sitting on a throne made from ice; around him were the dead bodies of seven mages.
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