Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1184

Chapter 1184 Magic and Superstition Part 2

"By the gods!" That was all almost everyone managed to say.

Until that moment, Nalrond had always believed that the ritual allowed people to seek an audience with Mogar like a believer does with their god. That the blood spilled and world energy from the circle were an offering from the weak to the strong. _{freewebnσvel.cøm}

Yet Quylla’s circle had proved centuries of history wrong. A mind link meant to meet Mogar as an equal and the great number of circles served as a shield to protect the caster’s sanity.

"See? What are a few centuries of research in front of a true genius?" Everyone but Morok, of course.

He exploited the moment of amazement to praise Quylla and gave her a congratulatory hug that was returned instead of being rejected as usual.

’All according to plan.’ Morok thought while sniffing her hair but being careful not to be noticed.

"Pervert!" Friya broke the moment and pushed him away.

"What do you mean?" Quylla looked at her sister as if she had gone mad. NiceNovel.com

Morok had been a true gentleman ever since the trip had started.

"Look at that!" Friya pointed above his head, where his Soul Projection gave him the thumbs up and gestured Morok suggestions to grope her.

"Dude, too soon!" Morok snarled to the Projection before turning to Nalrond. "When we got here you said those things are no mind-reading. Then how do you explain that?"

"My only guess is that since you’re usually true to yourself, your soul has no message to express but the urges you’re currently repressing." He replied

"Couldn’t you tell me that earlier?" Morok’s Projection gave Nalrond the fingers and disappeared again.

"Don’t worry, I’m not angry. You can’t control your thoughts more than I can control mine." Quylla said while pointing at her own Projection.

"Thank the gods! I-"

"The important is that you don’t put them into action. Besides, there’s no time to waste. Shut up and let Nalrond concentrate. The earliest circles are starting to fade again." Quylla cut him short.

Nalrond looked at the emerald green circle and regretted not having the time or opportunity to redraw them all.

’To do that, I would have not only to waste another two days, but it would also mean to use so much life force that I might not have the strength left to perform the finishing step.’ He thought while sitting cross-legged inside Quylla’s improved circle.

The rest was easy. Nalrond only had to practice the same meditation technique he used to draw upon the world energy and hasten the recovery of his twin cores. With each breath, he could feel the Spirit Magic of the circle and the world energy mixing inside his body.

With his mind now clear from stray thoughts, Nalrond could see a blinding light shining above him through his closed eyes. He extended his consciousness toward the light just like he had done to cross over the Fringe’s barrier.

Once again, countless voices, sufferings, and experiences that comprised Mogar’s mind assaulted his consciousness, but thanks to the circles Nalrond only needed a thought to push the mental pressure aside while waiting for his host.

At first, the light was distant, like the sun on a winter day, but soon Mogar noticed him. Suddenly, Nalrond found himself surrounded by a white space that extended as far as the eye could see.