"People like him?" All those present pointed at Lith with a tone filled with so much disbelief that it irked him to no end.
"People like you." Tyris giggled while waving her hand to encompass from Faluel to Solus.
"Lith Verhen, the destroyer of the Black Star, the youngest Spellbreaker and Archmage of his generation. You are a beacon of hope for all mages of humble origins and the drive that forced the ancient noble bloodlines to work hard instead of boasting their past glories.
"Your latest feat will stop the infighting between ancient and modern magical bloodlines, making them focus on achieving results that benefit the Country to not let their name be overshadowed by yours."
"Phloria Ernas, a valiant Captain that even after becoming a political scapegoat and falling from grace with the army, kept pursuing the good of the Kingdom. You will set an example for all those who have been wronged and show them that revenge is not the only path."
"Tista Verhen, a mage who aside from a glorious family name has little of her own. Your involvement will prove to everyone that what a really talented mage needs to shine is an opportunity and not a fancy title."
"Faluel the Hydra, an Emperor Beast who has taken as her disciples members of the human race to whom everyone else had turned their back..." Tyris pointed at both Phloria and Tista.
"...and with their help, she managed to destroy one of the horrors that plagued the Kingdom from ancient times. Your example will bridge between humans and beasts, making both factions realize how much they need each other, especially with the Undead Courts knocking on our doors."
"When you put it this way, it sure has a nice ring to it." Phloria nodded. Tyris’s version of the story, although fictionalized, would have brought fresh water in the stagnant swamp of Court politics.
"I’m very sorry to leave you as an unsung hero, Solus." Tyris said while looking at the stone ring on Lith’s finger.
"But there’s still no place for you in this world. Between the Lost Cities and Baba Yaga’s Hors.e.m.e.n, the existence of another powerful living relic like you would strike fear in the hearts of people rather than inspire hope."
"Did you know about me?" Solus asked with surprise.
"I knew about you ever since I first met Lith and I’ve seen everything that has happened inside Kolga." Tyris implied that she knew about the Hands as well.
’Yet I didn’t recognize you, Elphyn, and for that, I’m sorry. For what is worth, Valeron loved you like a niece. Be careful of what you do with your legacy and to whom you share your identity.’ She said to Solus via a mind link.
’Menadion survived as long as she did after revealing to possess a tower only because of her unmatched power and her influence as Commander of the Royal Forgemasters. Right now, you lack both the personal and the political prowess to resist the storm that Menadion’s name would cause.’
"Farewell." Tyris stepped through the Gate and disappeared before anyone could ask her another question.
"If Tyris knows about Solus, then it’s likely that the other Guardians know as well." Tista said after a while. "At least there is one trustworthy faction."
Then she remembered about Leegaain’s manipulation and Fenagar’s disregard for the suffering that Kolga had inflicted for centuries on two continents.
"I stand corrected, they are not trustworthy, just not as power hungry as the others."
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Supreme Magus