Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1353

Chapter 1353 - Blood Imprint (Part 1)

"Protocol is boring and I don’t want to waste my time tussling with the others to get five minutes of my grandson’s time. You can all stand." Salaark said, forcing them to look her in the eyes as she examined them one at a time.

"I’m disappointed that you never visited nor did you even bother replying to my letter, Lith."

"There was no address to reply to and I don’t have your contact rune." He replied while giving her a deep bow. "I am grateful for your advice about my latest creation, but I think there’s a misunderstanding.

"I’m not from the Blood Desert and neither is anyone from my family. You shouldn’t waste your blessings on a stranger."

"Are you afraid that I’ll make you pay for them with interest once I learn that you’re not one of mine?" Salaark chuckled, guessing Lith’s worry on the first try.

He had spent his life staying away from powerful beings for an excellent reason. Once they got you in their pocket, there was no way out.

"I would never do something that distasteful. I simply gave advice to a fellow Forgemaster I respect. Besides, I’m here to clear this mess once and for all." Salaark stepped forward and took Lith’s hands in her own.

He inwardly thanked his paranoia for entrusting Solus’s ring to Faluel. He had no idea who he would have met that night and he couldn’t afford Solus being discovered by a touch of Invigoration.

"Human magic may fail, but Blood never lies."

"What do you m-"

Salaark’s eyes suddenly lit with an emerald light that spread to Lith’s, cutting him short. His body and mind resonated with hers, sharing Lith’s dominant feelings. The worry for his family, his love for magic, the love for Kamila’s tenderness, and the grief for Lark’s death.

"What the actual f.u.c.k?" Lith blurted out in surprise, with no care for etiquette.

His scales had turned into red-veined black feathers that now covered his wings as well. Yet it wasn’t that the reason for his surprise. For some reason, Salaark was crying and so were all the Phoenixes present, even those of the honor guard.

He felt as if he had shared his burden with many, making it lighter and yet heavier at the same time. Phoenixes were social creatures beyond what any other race could think.

"It’s called Blood Imprint and it proves that you are one of mine." Salaark replied while wiping her tears. "I renew my invitation to move to the Desert. As long as you accept to follow my laws and traditions, you’ll be always welcome there."

"Thank you very much, Grandma." Lith said while his feathers went back to scales.

Faluel shuddered at his lack of respect, but since Salaark herself had given him permission in the letter, no one else cared. No one except the rest of the Council, of course.

"Now come with me. We have much to discuss. Did you perchance prepare that cute flying car I requested of you in my letter?" Salaark took Lith’s arm, walking beside him as if they knew each other their whole life.

Now that the pecking order had changed, Faluel stepped back and moved to Salaark’s right side, letting them take the lead while the rest of the Guardian’s attendants rearranged their formation as well.

"Actually no." Lith shook his head. "I was making one for my dead friend, but he doesn’t need it anymore. It is yours to take if you want it."

’Guess she knows that the DoLorean is a team effort and even about Solus’s existence.’ Lith sighed.