Aeynid Erik could remember the moment that Andar became a fourth-dimensional immortal, and how she had remained in place for a single year to allow the implication of what something like this could mean to sink into her consciousness.
Andar had become a fourth-dimensional Magus at one hundred thousand years of age!
Aeynid knew that there might have been other mages in the past who might have achieved such a feat; the problem was that she could not find any mention of any mage who could have done such a thing. Did that not make her son unique in all of the Magus World? Even placed against the backdrop of the entirety of reality, where would Andar stand?
She had watched him blaze through the ranks as a Mage and then he became an Archmage even before she could blink her eyes, surpassing her took decades, and when he became a fourth-dimensional immortal, Aeynid shock was only equal to her ambitions.
