Chapter 865 Losses And Despair
Chapter 865 Losses And Despair
Chapter 865 Losses and Despair
The death of the Watcher was not peaceful, or quick.
For a long time, the sound of feasting continued as the Watcher, a powerful Rank 9 Archmage, a step below the Supreme Magus and holder of a powerful Will that should have guaranteed her forever immortality, was slowly devoured, body, spirit, soul and Will. Nothing was being spared.
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A teleportation wave brought Andar and Khasos to the field of unending bodies resurrected by the Tower Masters.
Andar had not recovered from experiencing the strange energy that had rippled through the universe and his skin was red as if he had been boiled, and pain filled every inch of his body but his pain-filled eyes looked around in search, and paused when he saw her. It became the only thing he saw.
Mira hung naked in space as if held by an invisible hanger, her limbs were splayed outward and her eyes were vacant. Her beautiful black hair that she had allowed to grow out surrounded her body, giving her a hint of decency.
Flashes of memory from the moment they met until this moment blasted through his mind, and with his perfect memory, he could recall everything in aching details.
Andar choked back the cry that threatened to escape from his chest. He wanted to go to her but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He looked up in confusion at Khasos, the Warden of the Black Tower, who shook his head and motioned to the three Tower Masters ahead, who seemed to be in deep discussion.
"Hold on until they are done with their deliberations, I know you wish to see her, but it would be foolish to distract the Tower Masters, their powers are mighty and if anyone would be able to save her, they would be among them. You should take the time and heal, don't forget, we are still in the midst of a war, and as this present event has proven, none of us are safe."
Andar nodded stiffly, his mind racing as he allowed himself to see the full scale of the devastation before him, he did not care about healing, his body was far more potent than it appeared on the surface. There were so many horrible events happening around him to consider pain as important. Although the Tower Masters had resurrected only a few of the casualties, they still numbered in the billions. He shivered. How could life be so cheap?
Growing his power as a Mage had always been fun and challenging to him, and even though he knew that such abilities could be incredibly destructive, there had always seemed to be enough safeguards in place to prevent something like this from ever occurring. How did it all go to hell so quickly?
The guilt in his heart could no longer be held back. He should have never allowed Mira to follow him on this expedition to madness. Although Andar knew denying the fierce Mage was most likely a journey of futility, he could have easily placed her to sleep before he left. Why did he ever think she could be safe in a war zone?
"This war is not going the way that it should." The Watcher spoke to Andar and she smiled as if that thought was amusing, "We cannot let the talents of our next generation go to waste. You shall return to the Black Tower and further instructions will be given, you are to leave this universe, but other preparations need to be accomplished before you leave."
Andar's mind was working a thousand miles a second, fear and desperation clouding his thoughts, he felt as if he was being pushed towards death, but he had no way to stop or resist.
The moment he argued or resisted this order, Andar knew he would be killed immediately, this was a truth he felt deep in his spirit, and the only thing he could decide was if he was going to die now or later.
He opened his mouth and said, "Thank you for your consideration Tower Master, but I hope to ask for a favor."
The eyes of the Watcher tightened for a fraction before she smiled, "Of course child, what is it you want?"
"Can I bring her body with me? Mira, she was my companion."
"Oh, that, sure... with her physique that lump of flesh can live for another four hundred years. I know how you young things are still ruled by the urges of the flesh."
Andar gritted his teeth and he bowed towards the Tower Master, and he waited for a few seconds before turning and leaving.
If his senses were more capable, he would have seen that at this moment, Silas and Aeris were not even focused on him, but were busy devouring the Watcher, who had begun releasing cries of pain.
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The three consciousnesses of Rowan appeared inside the Great Nexus of Trion. Like every time he entered this space, he always appeared in a new location. He had not figured our how that was possible, but this space was indeed strange.
It had all the appearance of a three dimensional world and yet it contained an unknown number of beasts that controlled Will and the red moon overhead was a dead Supreme World.
The death of the Watcher was not peaceful, or quick.
For a long time, the sound of feasting continued as the Watcher, a powerful Rank 9 Archmage, a step below the Supreme Magus and holder of a powerful Will that should have guaranteed her forever immortality, was slowly devoured, body, spirit, soul and Will. Nothing was being spared.
®
A teleportation wave brought Andar and Khasos to the field of unending bodies resurrected by the Tower Masters.
Andar had not recovered from experiencing the strange energy that had rippled through the universe and his skin was red as if he had been boiled, and pain filled every inch of his body but his pain-filled eyes looked around in search, and paused when he saw her. It became the only thing he saw.
Mira hung naked in space as if held by an invisible hanger, her limbs were splayed outward and her eyes were vacant. Her beautiful black hair that she had allowed to grow out surrounded her body, giving her a hint of decency.
Flashes of memory from the moment they met until this moment blasted through his mind, and with his perfect memory, he could recall everything in aching details.
Andar choked back the cry that threatened to escape from his chest. He wanted to go to her but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He looked up in confusion at Khasos, the Warden of the Black Tower, who shook his head and motioned to the three Tower Masters ahead, who seemed to be in deep discussion.
"Hold on until they are done with their deliberations, I know you wish to see her, but it would be foolish to distract the Tower Masters, their powers are mighty and if anyone would be able to save her, they would be among them. You should take the time and heal, don't forget, we are still in the midst of a war, and as this present event has proven, none of us are safe."
Andar nodded stiffly, his mind racing as he allowed himself to see the full scale of the devastation before him, he did not care about healing, his body was far more potent than it appeared on the surface. There were so many horrible events happening around him to consider pain as important. Although the Tower Masters had resurrected only a few of the casualties, they still numbered in the billions. He shivered. How could life be so cheap?
Growing his power as a Mage had always been fun and challenging to him, and even though he knew that such abilities could be incredibly destructive, there had always seemed to be enough safeguards in place to prevent something like this from ever occurring. How did it all go to hell so quickly?
The guilt in his heart could no longer be held back. He should have never allowed Mira to follow him on this expedition to madness. Although Andar knew denying the fierce Mage was most likely a journey of futility, he could have easily placed her to sleep before he left. Why did he ever think she could be safe in a war zone?
"This war is not going the way that it should." The Watcher spoke to Andar and she smiled as if that thought was amusing, "We cannot let the talents of our next generation go to waste. You shall return to the Black Tower and further instructions will be given, you are to leave this universe, but other preparations need to be accomplished before you leave."
Andar's mind was working a thousand miles a second, fear and desperation clouding his thoughts, he felt as if he was being pushed towards death, but he had no way to stop or resist.
The moment he argued or resisted this order, Andar knew he would be killed immediately, this was a truth he felt deep in his spirit, and the only thing he could decide was if he was going to die now or later.
He opened his mouth and said, "Thank you for your consideration Tower Master, but I hope to ask for a favor."
The eyes of the Watcher tightened for a fraction before she smiled, "Of course child, what is it you want?"
"Can I bring her body with me? Mira, she was my companion."
"Oh, that, sure... with her physique that lump of flesh can live for another four hundred years. I know how you young things are still ruled by the urges of the flesh."
Andar gritted his teeth and he bowed towards the Tower Master, and he waited for a few seconds before turning and leaving.
If his senses were more capable, he would have seen that at this moment, Silas and Aeris were not even focused on him, but were busy devouring the Watcher, who had begun releasing cries of pain.
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The three consciousnesses of Rowan appeared inside the Great Nexus of Trion. Like every time he entered this space, he always appeared in a new location. He had not figured our how that was possible, but this space was indeed strange.
It had all the appearance of a three dimensional world and yet it contained an unknown number of beasts that controlled Will and the red moon overhead was a dead Supreme World.