Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1595

Chapter 1595 - Waves And Ripples (Part 1)

"The voices remind us of our purpose just like eating and sleeping allow you to keep track of time and remember about your origin. Without them, in a few centuries, your mind would turn into a broken mess, just like it happens to Liches."

By the time the Guardian of Might was done talking, they had arrived at their current residence. Yet while Zagran gently shapeshifted before her landing, touching the ground with the grace of the flying squirrel she once was, Scarlett plummeted like a brick.

She fell head first, opening a small crater on impact.

Zagran's lair looked like a Greek temple from the outside. It was a simple rectangular stone building with a sloped roof and protruding side walls. The inside, however, was much bigger.

The building had been decorated akin to a noble household that extended for hundreds of meters and had multiple floors. Even the entrance was filled with high-end furniture from all past eras of Mogar.

Each one of them had been engraved or inlaid with decorations that depicted the story of the Guardian of Might, including her brief time as the ruler of the entire Jiera continent.

In her human form, Zagran looked like a bulky woman in her mid-twenties, over 1.8 meters (6') tall, with shoulder-length blue hair, brown skin, and purple eyes. Zagran usually wore shoeless monk's clothes, but to honor her latest guest and apprentice she had replaced them with a comfortable adventurer's set.

It consisted of a saberist leather jerkin over a fine linen shirt, brown pants, and leather shoes.

The butler offered to each one of them a flower-scented towel soaked in warm water to clean both their faces and hands from the dirt of their recent battle. The man was actually an Awakened and was dressed like a warrior, not as a servant.

His steel gaze and the long sword hung to his back made his expression unsettling rather than welcoming, but Zagran didn't seem to notice. She was one of the few Guardians that still took in disciples and the butler was one of them.

Scarlett was in her human form as well. She felt embarrassed noticing how only her towel had turned brown whereas Zagran's was still snow-white.

"I don't get it. Why the servants?" She asked.

"Not servants, apprentices. They want to become stronger and maybe reach the white core while I need to remain sane. It's a win-win." The Garuda replied.

"Do you really know the secret of the white core?" Scarlett had already tried asking Leegaain, but he had refused to share it with her until she got accustomed to her new condition.

"Yes, but I don't just teach it to anyone. I guide my disciples during their training and offer them my insight. The rest is up to them. I've met enough Awakened who reached that level to understand the danger that such knowledge poses to any living creature, even to a Guardian." Zagran said with a nod.

"Danger?" The Sekhmet echoed.

"Yes. The voices in our heads aren't a cruel leash that Mogar burdens us with to keep us in line. They are the means we have to find those who really need us and to spot the danger before it escalates to the point of being dangerous to the balance.

"Eldritches, white cores, and Guardians are very similar between them, that's what makes us so powerful. Eldritches are the rulers of death, yet being cut off from the world energy there is a cap to the power they can reach.