Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1181

Chapter 1181 Inner Demons Part 1

Unluckily for Tista, her companions had enough energy to not miss what had just happened.

"First, I don’t even know who or what he is. Second, I’m too tired to even care about him. Gods, this day has barely started and I can’t wait for it to end." She replied, feeling the energy Olua had given her being drained by the second.

Once inside, Solus assumed her tower form to boost everyone’s recovery ability, but to not get noticed by the arrays protecting Reghia, the transformation required much longer than usual.

Tista fell asleep on the ground as soon as one last diagnostic spell confirmed to her that her brother was fine while Phloria went to the nearest fountain to fill a few flasks with the nutrients potion from one of its taps.

’I’m too tired to eat anything, but we need to recuperate, especially Lith. It will be easier making him swallow something that tastes like honeyed milk rather than like crap.’ She thought, wishing that Faluel had allowed Quylla to teach her the IV spell.

Once she returned home, the tower was finally ready.

"Thank you for your help, Phloria." Solus carried both their unconscious friends with Spirit Magic in their respective rooms while dripping the first potion in their mouths.

"Are you sure you can afford shapeshifting? You’ve gone through a lot as well. Maybe you should remain a ring until you haven’t fully recovered." Phloria said with a worried look on her face.

The tower looked as big and strong as usual, but Solus appearing only in her wisp form made Phloria aware of how tired she was.

"Don’t worry about me, I’ve seen worse." Phloria could have sworn that despite being just a wisp, Solus had just made one of the sweetest smiles she had ever seen.

Phloria gulped down a couple of potions and went to bed, too tired for arguing even a second longer. The moment she disappeared behind her door, Solus entered Lith’s room to check on him one last time before going to her bed.

She rolled over his chest, feeling reassured by its rhythmical breathing and falling asleep without even noticing.

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Blood Desert Fringe.

The Dewan tribe did its best to make Nalrond feel as one of their own so they didn’t take it well when he refused to share with them any detail about the Rezar’s ritual to commune with the planet and preferred to ask for the help of the humans instead.

They would even use Warp Steps to reach a location away from the village so that no one might "casually" stumble upon the ritual.

"I get that you must still be grieving your tribe, young man. I also understand that seeing a bunch of strangers living in your village mustn’t be easy for you, yet I want you to remember that all Werepeople are part of the same tribe." Kimo, the village elder said.

"Thanks for your kindness, but I beg to differ." Nalrond shook his head. "Our ancestors share their origins, but that’s not enough to make us family. Besides, I’m not planning to stay. There’s nothing for me here."

"How can you say that?" Kimo could barely hide how upset he was.