The Primordial Record

“I have no regrets.”

As a mortal, standing beside his father, Andar saw the end of a universe while still inside it. This event was one of the pivotal moments in his life, and it showed him the inevitability of the end and the decline of all things.

There were those in Reality who were blessed or burdened with the power to persist for eternity, but aside from these few, there was a limit placed on everyone, even Old Ones, and today, he had reached the end of his road.

In the beginning, Andar struggled with this concept for a while, and even Rowan could not solve the queries in his heart because after conversing with his father, Andar discovered a frightening side to Rowan: He had no innate understanding of death.

It was not as if Rowan did not know that death existed; he was one of the greatest dealers of death that Andar had ever seen, but something about him did not acknowledge the possibility of it, and Andar had sensed that even as a mortal.

He could have never known how correct he was in his assumption. It was not until recently that Rowan discovered death, and he knew that his immortal lifespan, no matter how obscene, still had a limit.

Old Ones would die, even if the time scale for their death could be referred to as an infinite period from now, but they would die in the end. Rowan’s lifespan would make Old Ones seem like mayflies before an eternal rock, but he would still perish.

However, when Andar walked with his father, he detected an understanding of a limited lifespan in his heart, and he automatically assumed that Rowan was among the few who would never perish.

Blessed or condemned to exist forever.

And this thought scared Andar. He wanted to live for a long time so he could discover what it was like at the peak of existence, but he did not want to live forever. Perhaps with his talent, it was possible for him to reach a point where he would exist forever, but something in him knew he would never take that last step.

That weight would be too much for him to bear.

Andar did not think that the end would come for him this quickly, but it was always inevitable, and he could not help but feel a bit of shame in his heart that he did not do enough before his time was cut short.

Nevertheless, there was no hesitation in his heart when he choosed to give his life up for Rowan’s dreams to exist.

Truthfully, Andar could not understand the full scale of this war; it was too big for him to wrap his mind around. Although he knew that Rowan wanted to speak to him about much of it, his soul was too fragile to handle that knowledge without corruption.

The same way the mere sight of an Old One could lead to corruption, knowledge about matters that exceeds the boundary of Old Ones would do much worse.

Andar chose to believe in Rowan because, unlike the distant and cruel entities who ruled over existence, his father still had a heart that could weep for those he loved.

Everyone, even the immortals in the highest heavens, had a god they all looked up to and worshiped, but the true god of gods that existed above all things was not benevolent; most were even cruel, but Andar had found a true god that could love.

It was enough for him to lay down his life for this god.

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Of the many ways Andar could have stopped this man from tampering with the plans of Rowan, death was the only option, and of all types of deaths that would succeed, the destruction of his soul was the only possible answer.

His soul was special; this was not something that took Andar long to determine when he began growing stronger as a mage. His comprehension talent, the ability to integrate two diverse concepts into his Will, his insane cultivation speed that could have made him an Old One in less than a million years if he had not held back and tempered his foundations, and so many other reasons that were almost too numerous to describe assured Andar of the nobility of his soul, and he did not forget who his father was, this more than anything was a sign of his soul’s greatness.

Before the might of this ninth-dimensional being, Andar’s attempt to disrupt his plans would be childish, like an ant trying to topple a mountain. He would see through everything that Andar was capable of, and only with the assistance of his special soul could he become a source of trouble to him.

Andar had no fear of death; the only thing that pained him was his regrets for the promises he would not be able to fulfill.

Even living a relatively solitary life, he had come to know many people who became close to him, and their bond was something that he could never have anticipated could grow to such great depths.

He had promised his brother, Vraegar, of their eventual battle in the future; he would have to break that promise.

That silly dragon had great potential, and in time, he could become extremely powerful. Andar wanted to be there; he wanted to battle his brother at the peak of creation before their father’s gaze.

“I am sorry, brother. I leave the care of our father in your claws, and you have to protect him. He can be careless sometimes, and he needs a friend. It is not fair for him to be alone for this long.”

Andar’s mind went to another oath. He had promised Mira that one day he would awaken her from death, find her soul, and give her a chance to walk upon Reality once again… he would be failing that promise. The green gem where she slept had been given to her father because he did not know how today would turn out…

‘My first love… I am sorry.’

The Promises to the Limit Breakers….

To his family… To his mother… To the countless mages and others who looked upon him as a source of inspiration…

All of these weighed upon his heart, and then there were those promises that were at the core of who he was, that had slowly grown to shape his character…

He remembered promising his father to grow strong enough to walk beside him,

“Ah… I am sorry, Father, I failed to live up to my destiny and never found it.”

The silent look in Staff’s eyes was a quiet promise to wait for him until he could settle the issue of Mira because she was a proud daughter of heaven, and despite the weight in her heart, she was willing to wait for him.

A promise of their future together that would be no more.

‘Cloudy… Let us meet again.’

Their souls were one and the same, and although this Cloud Whale had always stood by his side, that did not mean he had no consciousness of his own; Andar had never referred to Cloudy as it, not in all the time that they had known each other.

Cloudy accepted their death, and Andar knew that it would be an insult to his companion if he hesitated or felt sorry for dragging him to this point.

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