Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1806

Chapter 1806 - Burning Rage (Part 2)

"Hello, pot. My name is kettle and I'm black." Quylla glared at Tista with fury. "I can afford patience even less than you. Orpal already killed me and soon he is going to kill my parents whereas he promised to keep yours for last.

"To make matters worse, Phloria is now dealing with the Council, proving her worth. Friya is helping Faluel craft her new equipment, learning how to use both the Hands and the Hydra bloodline's Forgemastering techniques.

"What am I doing, instead? I'm watching you train from the sidelines. I'm tired of being the eternal third wheel. Tired of being a burden. Tired of always being left behind when dangers approach because of my weakness."

Nyka and Tista looked at each other, not knowing what to say aside from hot air that would only make Quylla angrier.

"You know, your sister wants me to become the Warden of the group." Tista sat beside Quylla, hugging her slim shoulders. "Yet I hate arrays. They are so slow and dull compared to flashy tier five spells."

"Yurial thought the same." Quylla smiled at the memory of her lost friend. "Gods how I miss him. He would have loved true magic. I can almost see him hit on every woman in the Council before begging Raagu to take him as her apprentice."

Neither of the other two women had ever met the heir of the Deirus Household but since his memory seemed to console Quylla, they both nodded enthusiastically.

"Why are you training bare-handed, Tista?" She asked after she calmed down. "Your brother is a great Forgemaster and he just got heaps of Adamant. I can't believe that Lith is so stingy that he wants you to fight unarmed."

"I never received formal training in the army and no matter how many weapons I try, I suck with all of them." She replied. "Luckily, I've been beating people ever since the academy. Mom, Lith, Faluel, they all taught me self-defense."

"Oh, yes. The curse of being beautiful." Quylla replied with a tinge of envy in her voice.

"After defeating Syrook, Lith got his hands on Sunder. Claws are the thing I'm most skilled with and thanks to its blades being an extension of my fingers, I proved to be a decent swordsman."

"I suck with weapons too." Nyka sighed. "That's why Auntie Scar gave me a mace. She said that with my monstrous strength I don't need any technique, just to swing and hit."

"Was she right?"

"Yes. My opponents can only dodge my attacks. Even if they manage to block, their weapons bend and their bones crack."

Suddenly, their communication amulets lit up and the hologram of the King celebrating the recapture of Mandia appeared.

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Vastor Household, at the same time.

Unlike Lith, Vastor had spent those last few months traveling across the Kingdom, taking back cities in his role as Highmaster. His armor allowed him to ignore the city arrays and once inside, he could take on Thrud's forces alone thanks to his Chaos spells.

Yet Vastor knew that not even that was enough to kill the army of Awakened. No matter how many he destroyed, they would always be regenerated at the Golden Griffon.

For each city that he captured, two more fell. It disheartened him and made Zinya worry to death. After the marriage, even when he was home, he would spend most of his time in his secret lab, supervising the work of his hybrids.