Mira’s eyes became set in intense concentration. At this level, you could begin finding Mythical Grade Meditation Art and if she was not wrong, there should also be a single Heavenly Fate Meditation Art here, but she did not care for that one, her father had already given her the list of all the Heavenly Fate Meditation Art that could be found here and the one most suitable for her was on the last level before you could get to the hand of the Chained god.

The Heavenly Fate Meditation Art to be found here was called the Revolving Core Meditation Art, and it was the most common Heavenly Fate Meditation Art that could be found, as 99 out of every 100 candidates who collected Heavenly Fate Meditation Art would select this one.

Among the many reasons why it was chosen was because it was very powerful even though it was the one that was relatively easier to reach, it was still beyond what most candidates would ever attain.

Although it appeared relatively simple for Andar and Mira to reach this area, not every mortal could have the capacity to carry dozens of Rank 0 Scripts and the ability to use them in the best manner to enhance their effects.

What Mira did might seem easy but it was anything but. If someone else were in her shoes and tried to do the same thing, they would have to expend five times the amount of rank 0 Script before they could reach this place.

Mira had to practice a lot on how to use the Scripts properly, and she did that hundreds of times every week until she perfected the right force to use to achieve the best resonance and force to push through the clouds.

To reach her true goals; however, they would have to dig deeper and she was counting on Andar to achieve that. She had seen the complex Script on his arm, and it amazed her that he was able to utilize a Script of that level. This Script should be at least Rank 1.

He had already proved his dominance by using just his body to blast his way through a level, she had utter faith that he might succeed, even if they failed to reach the Supreme Grade Meditation Art, at least they might be able to get to the Heaven Fate Meditation Art.

At that last level, there were only two spots, and they held the highest grade Heavenly Fate Meditation Art in the entirety of the Black Tower. This was the Meditation Art that had been fought for by the founder of the Black Tower, Erick Black, and it was to be the foundation of his Great Tower.

They were the Star Odyssey Meditation Art and the Dark Fate Meditation Art. These were two Meditation Techniques that were enough to look down on the entire universe and in the entire history of the Black Tower, only eleven people had been able to master these Meditation Techniques. Nine of those became Archmage.

Another important reason to fight for that top spot was that whoever used those two Meditation Arts was guaranteed a spot in the Supreme Tower of Endirius.

This was a chance to study and grow in a Supreme World!

Andar nodded at her, a sign that he was ready. He went on one knee, raised his fist, and carelessly punched the ground. The loud thump was like the footstep of a giant, Mira had to widen her legs to steady herself.

What sort of Spirit Body did Andar have? She thought in astonishment, this sort of body strength was as great as Rank 1 mages who focused on Body Modification, and he was just a Mortal.

The second blow caused the ground to begin vibrating and the third blow tore a wide hole through the cloud. The hole was at least ten feet wide and Andar frowned a bit, as both of them descended, something was wrong, the force from his blows seemed to linger on his body long after it should have dissipated.

They were now on the fourth level, and Andar did not rush to break through to the next floor, he kept his hands on the clouds below their feet and he seemed to be in deep thought.

Then he suddenly strikes like a viper, the sounds strangely soft and the hole that was made was barely five feet across, and he nodded in satisfaction.

Mira rolled her eyes in equal amounts of astonishment and annoyance, it was clear that pushing through the clouds even at this level was no challenge to Andar, instead, he was taking the time to refine his body and understand his strength.

She was right, even now Andar did not understand the true strength his body was capable of unleashing after his long rest. He found out that his awakening also took a bit of time to be completed and now he could review his full capabilities.

He did not use any battle technique for this last blow, he simply used his strength ingeniously, so he did not waste any single bit of it.

Except for those freaks in the Bodily Modification Sector, most Mages did not see the need to have powerful bodies, instead, they wanted bodies that were sufficiently attuned to Aether. Andar also had no wish to go towards the route of body strengthening. That would be a useless effort, for there was no way this body could ever become as strong as his main body, what he needed to do was pursue in the opposite direction. Creating a body of energy.

Bracing himself for the next attack, he poured his will into his fist and punched. The sound was like hitting a bell, Andar felt a blinding pain rush up from his arm into his spine. The hardness from the clouds had suddenly multiplied by a factor of ten!

If the previous level could be likened to being made of soft foam, this level was made from hardwood, yet he still noticed another discrepancy, the pain from his blows lingered.

The pain seemed excessive as if the cloud was multiplying his sensation of touch. Andar gritted his teeth so hard it began emitting a loud grinding sound and he began to whale on the ground, one, two, ten, fifteen punches before the ground began to vibrate.

The last punch opened the way and both of them fell through it. Rowan allowed the normal responses of child-like Andar to take over, and his body began to shiver as tears began to roll from his eyes.