Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1768

Chapter 1768 - The Last Word (Part 2)

The Dead King glossed over his failed attempt on Zinya's life and moved on.

"Mom, Dad, I hope you are watching. I'll show you that you chose the wrong son. You shouldn't have favored that monster over me. By doing that, you have created another monster that will take away from you as much as you have taken from me.

"Today you could have been sitting at my table, enjoying the riches and the safety of the Dead King of the Undead Courts. Now, instead, you'll tremble in fear of my reckoning inside your pathetic little home just like the rest of this wretched Kingdom.

"That's why I never sent you a card. I plan to leave you for last and savor your screams after I destroy every single thing that you have built upon my misery!"

'Enough ranting!' Night warned him. 'Someone is coming and in your current state, they are too powerful even for Moonlight.'

Orpal hung up the projection and reached for Manohar's equipment to take them as his spoils of war. Yet the figure of living light that until that moment had stood there listening to his speech, took them away while slow-clapping him.

"No one touches my stuff!" Manohar disappeared along the horizon in his final act of defiance, leaving the Dead King empty-handed.

Orpal cursed his bad luck and escaped via a Warp Steps that Night had weaved for him. The Royals alternated opening their Warp Steps, moving to the farthest coordinate they could see, but once they arrived, only Manohar's corpse was left.

The Dead King had left in such a rush that he had had only the time to engrave with magic the word "Past" on Manohar's back. Aside from that and the missing head, the corpse was intact.

"Dammit!" Sylpha roared, emitting a burst of bright violet energy that made the people in Zeska tremble, fearing that the Dead King was coming for them. "Manohar wasn't just one of our strongest mages.

"He was the greatest Healer we ever had. Without him, a single plague can decimate our forces, leaving the Undead Courts unscathed and tipping the balance in their favor. How could we let this happen?"

"We didn't." Meron embraced her, forcing her to calm down. "Our enemy hid in the darkest place of the Kingdom like a cockroach and attacked only when he was sure to win. We did everything we could, it just wasn't enough.

"Now, however, we know his name and the source of his powers. Orpal may have taken Manohar from us, but he has also lost his greatest advantage, anonymity. I promise you that it's a mistake that buffoon will pay dearly."

***

At the same time, dozens of kilometers away, Manohar could feel his Avatar of Light growing weaker so he took his communication amulet. He noticed the disappearance of his mother's rune and even though he no longer had a heart he could still feel his chest tighten.

"I'm sorry, Mom." He sighed as golden sparks trickled from his eyes. "At least you have all the time in the world to scold me once I join you. Before that, I've still got a few things to do."

He pressed the contact rune of Zogar Vastor, the most mediocre, arrogant, and stubborn man that the god of healing had ever known. Yet he was also the man that he considered to be his only rival and his friend.

"Manohar, thank the gods! That loser in the sky pulled a good stunt, but I knew that you were alive. Your rune-"