Suriel was the first Angel to be created and he shared a unique connection with Rowan, making him the Angel with the fastest rate of growth among all the rest. At this time, his powers were equivalent to a Dominator of the Third Great Circle.

This was the reason Rowan spoke of his pride for his child. With his current capabilities, Suriel was capable of quelling any unreal act that may occur inside the Divine Palace, he could even hold back Vraeger if he ever went rogue.

Rowan had collected all the Essence that the dragon stole from him, thereby making it impossible for him to grow at an accelerated pace once more. If Vraegar was to be used as a weapon, it must be done in a very controlled manner or the consequences may be dire.

Suriel spread his wings, and he began to slowly vibrate each feather dozens of times per second. Golden spots of light like fireflies began to converge on his wings as the space around him began to crack like a shattered mirror. His wings were approaching 7,000° degrees Celsius when Suriel unleashed all the momentum stored inside of it.

The surrounding space around him quaked for millions of miles as his body vanished like a phantom leaving long cracks in space behind.

Suriel was especially talented in using his Angelic flight ability, and as he approached the speed of light, he folded his armor around his body making it more streamlined, and his body stretched as thin as a wire with his two long blazing feathers trailing behind him.

The location he was headed to was in a distant galaxy, and before he could reach it, he intended to scour any worlds he came across to find suitable candidates.

His search only ended when he reached his destination.

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Andar Erikson’s sudden death was unexpected, and if he knew at the very moment of his passing that it was avoidable would amuse him. Dying in the hands of the creatures you were supposed to be feeding was ironic in its sheer macabre nature.

The provider becomes a true provider, serving his host with a healthy measure of his flesh.

Andar Erikson was fourteen when he died. He was apprenticed to the sole Mithril Rank Alchemist in the entire federation, Jonathan Melbrooks, who decided to settle in their small town, and a great part of the reason for that was because of Andar Erickson. A once-in-a-lifetime genius or failure.

The federation was blessed in the universe as a place where geniuses grew like weeds, and for Andar Erikson’s talents to be acknowledged by the masses meant he was something special. He was born with a raging storm of Silver Aether around his body which filled him to a brim, and kept a constant storm of Aether around him.

He was three when he was first apprenticed to the Alchemist, who came all the way to settle down when he heard the stories of the boy whose body was loved by Aether.

Yet, the talents of Andar turned out to become his greatest crutch and he could not unlock his Spirit Matrix.

To become a Mage, the talented individual must unlock their Spirit Matrix, it was most advantageous to the prospective Mages to unlock their Spirit Matrix when they were still young for them to have a more malleable Spirit Matrix that could be molded into the proper channel for greater powers in the future.

A hundred-year-old mortal could unlock his or her Spirit Matrix, but they would hardly reach beyond the ranks of acolytes their entire life. Geniuses could unlock their Spirit Matrix from as early as five years old.

Andar was fourteen years old and had been trying to unlock his Spirit Matrix for ten years now with little to show for his efforts. Due to the dense amount of Aether surrounding his body, made the manipulation of his Spirit a hundred times more difficult than normal, and with every year that passed, the difficulty increased.

His master had tried every available Alchemical solution to ease the process for Andar but he did not succeed. The mockery from his peers increased daily as he was left far behind by all those who originally could only look upon him with awe.

Andar Erikson, if placed within a crowd of ten thousand, would be easily recognized. The ever-swirling storm of silver Aether around him gave him a presence of elegance and gravitas that could not be equaled, his charming features and his height as he grew up placed him on a pedestal that could not be matched by most people.

The Storm of Aether protected him against most physical harm; he had never gotten sick or injured in his life. However, Andar chose to forget the benefits of his talents and only focused on the fact that he might never unlock his Soul Matrix, thereby making him the most talented failure to ever exist.

Perhaps if he had chosen to focus on the positives and strive diligently to overcome his affliction he might have grown to become one of the great powers in the universe, but Andar Erikson did not.

His master usually supervised him when it came to feeding the mutated electric eels, and it was normally not a very dangerous job for the eels were quite docile when they were being fed.

His attention was not on his task as Andar distractedly deposited slices of treated meat that were spiked with concentrated Aether, his mind on the celebration taking place inside the mayor’s house as the representative of the Black Tower would be picking the candidates.

His hands slipped below the safety line, and his limbs were set upon by dozens of giant eels that dragged him into their enclosure. Any other person may have not faced this situation because the feed given to the eels was far more nutritious than what was contained inside the bodies of any person, but Andar was different. His body, even as a mortal, contained enough Aether to rival a mage.

His shielding by his Aether did not last long, and for the first time in his life, Andar Erikson knew pain, but thankfully it was short-lived as millions of volts galloped through his nervous system and ended his life, his last thought was surprisingly calm, and he only wished his mother would take the news of his death well, and she should not overly grieve his passing.