Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1770

Chapter 1770 - The Void (Part 2)

The last fragment of his mana core faded and so did the construct holding the last spark of his life force. The communication amulet fell to the ground, the many runes on its surface disappeared, leaving a clean slate.

Manohar could feel the pull from the chain that bound him to Lith, but he ignored it. He broke the link with his characteristic stubbornness that not even death had tamed and left Mogar to discover the final mystery.

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City of Derios, capital of the Distar Marquisate, at the same time.

Like the two Professors of the White Griffon, Lith refused to believe the images projected in the sky of the city. Krishna Manohar was the strongest and most annoying fake mage he knew.

Lith was certain that there was no way that someone like Orpal could defeat Manohar nor that death would assume on herself for all eternity the burden that was the god of healing.

Also, as long as the items that bore his imprint were fine, he had to be as well. Yet the moment he finished speaking with Jirni and listened to Manohar's message, he knew that it was all true.

"…and then live." The Mad Professor's voice said as his rune disappeared from Lith's amulet.

"No." Lith said, barely a whisper that only the customers of the Traveling Tavern with the finest hearing managed to hear.

"No." He repeated, this time louder.

Lith still refused to believe it. Just a few days ago they had traveled to the Desert together. Just a few hours ago, they had talked to each other and to the King and the Princesses. Manohar couldn't be dead.

Not like this. Suddenly taken away from him and tossed in the dirt like a band-aid.

"No!" Lith screamed in an inhuman roar that grew in intensity without ever stopping.

His seven eyes flared up with elemental energy as the shadows radiating from his body didn't just cover the walls anymore, they swallowed the entire Travelling Tavern.

The blackness erupting from him devoured all light, be it natural or magical in nature. It quickly expanded out of the restaurant and spread throughout Derios, blotting even the night sky.

For a few seconds, no one could see even their hand in front of their own faces. Then Locrias came out of his feather, joining the roar and so did countless shadows.

The black flame he emitted allowed Protector, Nalrond, and Haug to see countless chains bursting out from Lith's chest. Unbeknownst to them, the mystical bindings were scouring Mogar, in the search for Lith's lost friend.

For every Demon that rose, the blackness spread further like a disease, throwing the citizens of Derios and even the undead that had infiltrated the city into a panic. The only light in that darkness was the white eyes and fangs of the Demons.

It was a light that growled and glared, offering no solace, only terror.

Soon a cacophony of screams echoed through the city as the screams of the living joined the roars of the dead. Panic and fury complemented each other in a concert that only grew louder when the quake started.

"Where the fuck is Solus?" Nalrond asked as he tried to reach Lith, only to be grabbed and slammed to the ground by countless invisible hands.

"Back home. This was supposed to be a boys' night out." Protector replied, joining him and appreciating the self-cleaning spells of the floor from up close and personal. "Not that her presence would help. If Lith hears her cry, things would get much worse."