Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1766

Chapter 1766 - Light Vs Darkness (Part 4)

"I swear that I didn't want it to come to this." Manohar gripped his blade with his right hand and removed the cork from his latest concoction, Awakening number 87, with his left.

"Me neither!" Orpal roared as he extended his hand.

A black dimensional fissure opened and Moonlight galloped out of it. The Horseman's steed was made out of a single gigantic white crystal that had turned pitch-black after being attuned with the darkness element.

Orpal's rage and envy consumed him at the idea that a mere mortal had forced him to conjure his tower. After he had reached the deep cyan core, Night had ordered one of her Chosen to turn Orpal into a Thrall and give him a blood core.

This way, both his mana core and life force had the time to adapt to their undead counterpart. When he had reached the deep blue core and awakened his dormant Guardian bloodline, it had swallowed the undead energy, giving birth to something completely new.

Alas, even though what Orpal had self-proclaimed Vurdalak, the Father of all Undead, had an intimidating appearance, it was no different from Lith's Wyrmling form. It didn't make him any stronger, it just gave him bloodline abilities.

To make matters worse, being a new life form also meant being unknown. He had immediately tried to access Origin Flames, discovering to have none. Night had learned from Dusk how the Guardian's abilities worked and she had passed that knowledge unto Orpal.

Yet he had failed to discover a single bloodline ability aside from Domination. Too bad that Night had no idea how it worked and she had no one that could teach it to them.

Orpal had turned into a Vurdalak in the hope to shock the god of healing and buy the time he needed to use his breathing technique. Manohar had seen way worse in his life and he had learned from a young age to never give an opponent the time to recover.

Orpal's deep blue core was almost depleted, his body suffered from mana abuse due to the repeated use of abilities way beyond his level, but he refused to let Night fight his battle or to let Manohar go.

The moment he got into the saddle, Moonlight filled him with new energy and healed his wounds.

"Any last words?" Orpal said while focusing his mana into Thorn, to finish the enemy in one blow.

"My name is Krishna Varaja Manohar. My mother Sitri gave me life and that's the only choice I'll ever let others make for me. I might lose today, but I'm the only one that decides how I live or die."

The god of healing swallowed Awakening 87 without ever taking his eyes off the enemy. His hands weaved new spells as small tendrils of light held the sword, the wand, and the vial for him.

Manohar and Balkor had spent the days after Lith's visit discussing the newly acquired information. He hadn't said much, but to them, it was more than enough. The two most brilliant minds of their generation had concocted a potion that would grant anyone Awakening.

At least in theory.

From his previous inconclusive experiments, or failures, like the rest of Mogar called them, Manohar had learned that the process would kill anyone whose mana core was strong enough to cause a too violent body refining.

'Lith told me that a violet core is supposed to degrade to blue upon Awakening, but that's only because the body isn't trained to circulate so much energy. By waiting the moment when my mana core was almost empty, I should have solved half the issue.

'I can use Spirit Magic to channel the excess magic out of my body safely so that once the Awakening finishes, I will retain my violet core.' Manohar thought.