Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1021

Chapter 1021 A New Path Part 1

Thanks to the crystals, Nandi stabilized his body and quickly repaired his weapon.

’Follow me, dammit. I don’t want to be trapped in here forever.’ He thought.

With no other choice left and with Phloria’s condition getting worse, the Ernas followed the Minotaur through a short maze comprised of crystal veins of growing purity. Soon they were surrounded solely by violet and white gemstones.

In the middle of such a treasure that would have made any mage go mad with greed, there was what looked like a hunting cabin. The small wooden house had a pitched roof, only one door, and one window on each side.

A clothesline filled with small clothes of different sizes was located in front of the hut, giving the impression that a large family had somehow found their way there.

Quylla and Phloria recognized the oppressive aura surrounding the place as that they had perceived all the way up to the surface, yet now it seemed to be no longer hostile to them.

Phloria suddenly felt much better. The pain stopped haunting her, her face regained its color, and she was now able to walk without help.

"What’s happening to me?" She was half relieved and half scared witless.

"Come on in." After opening the door, Nandi had to stoop to enter.

Phloria and the others quickly followed him, discovering that what was waiting for them was even more amazing than the crystal veins.

"Oh gods, it’s bigger on the inside!" Quylla blurted out noticing how spacious the room was.

The living room they had entered was over ten meters (30 feet) long and fifteen meters (45 feet) wide. There was a huge cauldron over the fireplace, filled with some unknown bubbling food that smelled delicious.

A huge rectangular wooden table, longer than the one they dined at during social events held at the Ernas household, had been set with enough plates and cutlery to feed a small battalion.

On top of that, even though the living room itself was bigger than what the hut looked from the outside, there were several doors and corridors leading to other rooms that seemed to be even bigger.

The most astonishing thing, however, was the vision of an old lady, sitting on a simple wooden chair while surrounded by over twenty children. She was reading from a book while they jotted down her every word to learn how to write.

The old lady had grey hair and expressive black eyes. Her nose and ears were long, her face full of wrinkles. Age spots covered her skin, making her look weak, but her voice was melodious and kind.

The children were a melting pot of all ages ad races. Some were barely four years old while others were nearly ten. All of them were hybrids. A girl had silver hair and the red light of undeath shining in her eyes.

A boy who was barely older than Aran had webbed hands, scales of his cheeks, and gills kept appearing and disappearing on his neck. Some had fur instead of hair on their head, others had leaves and an odd colored skin.

Even Morok was so flabbergasted that no odd remark found its way out of his mouth.

"You’re late, Nandi. The kids finished their spelling test for a while and had to take an extra lesson while waiting for you." Baba Yaga, the first Awakened to have ever achieved the white core of immortality, closed the book, but the children kept writing.

"Are some of those children really half undead? Does it mean that undead can have children?" Quylla’s brain had stopped working for a while, but the implications of such a discovery snapped her out of it. _{frёewebηovel.cѳm}