In a short while, Andar stood inside the Magus Tower of the Steward, but the difference between when he stood here a day before and today was stark.
Instead of the two mountains that towered before him, there were now two more, and his knees were immediately slammed into the ground.
Andar felt that although the pressure he was facing from these mountains was still soul-crushing, it might just be his imagination, but they were now smaller than before… The mountain that towered in his mental-scape previously that made it hard for him to breathe, was something that he could now see the edges of.
Inside his Spirit Matrix, the Light Devourer suddenly shrieked. There were hints of struggles in its form as if the pressure from the Archmages was an affront to it, there were signs that it wanted to struggle out of his Spirit Matrix and charge at these Archmages.
