Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1206

Chapter 1206 - Loose Ends (Part 2)

"The real question you should ask yourself is: what was Menadion trying to accomplish by fusing a dying person with a tower? Is her work really flawed or did she actually achieve exactly what she wanted?" Mogar said while absorbing the shade of the First Forgemaster who cried in shame and regret.

"Last but not least, the matter about your other half. Tell me, what does he want? Where does all of his rage come from? How much of your life and your actions have been influenced by his presence?

"How can two so different beings become one if they are incapable of sharing even the most insignificant aspect of tier lives?" The Rezar disappeared as well and so did Mogar.

The Mindscape suddenly turned so dark that Nalrond couldn’t even see his own hands. At least until he understood that the mind link had been broken from the other side and that he was still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

"How did it go?" Friya asked while performing a diagnostic spell to make sure that he was alright.

"Very oddly. Mogar asked me many questions, but I don’t think you would like them." Nalrond said before sharing with them his conversation with the planet. He glossed over the part about Solus due to Morok’s presence.

He already knew about Menadion and if they mentioned the tower as well, even someone as simple-minded as the Tyrant would discover her secret.

"Based on what it said, Forbidden Magic is the only way to fix Lith’s life force." Quylla shuddered at the thought.

There were few things that she wouldn’t do for her friend, but sacrificing human lives was among them. She had researched Arthan’s Madness under Professor Vastor’s supervision and she knew how reckless the procedure was.

Forbidden Magic would require dozens of victims and the slightest mistake would enlarge the cracks instead of fixing them if not even destroy Lith’s mind, replacing it with an amalgam born out of all the fused consciousnesses.

"What do you think Mogar meant with those questions about your other half?" Friya asked.

"Yeah, more like, do you even have one?" Morok shrugged. "I’ve been a hybrid until I became twenty, but I never heard voices inside my head nor did I have arguments with myself. More than any other teenager, I mean."

"Honestly, I don’t know." Nalrond shapeshifted several times, trying to feel if another presence inhabited his body, but to no avail.

Ever since he was a kid, his elders had taught him about the history of the Werepeople, of how being fused with Emperor Beasts had made them different from any other race. Yet he couldn’t remember a single time when he had felt anything but himself.

On top of that, after seeing Lith and Solus merge while fighting against Dawn, after spending so much time with them, he had witnessed what one living being split into two different halves looked like. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

Not only did they have each their respective mana core and life force, but they also had different dreams and goals. Yet it didn’t keep them from helping each other. Quite the contrary, they were so close that it was hard to tell where one finished and the other started.

"Wait a minute." He said after pondering the issue for a while. "The first time that I fought Dawn’s undead, fear paralyzed me. The only reason I survived is that my body acted on its own, attacking with a fury that surprised me.