Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1820

Chapter 1820: Into the Vurdalak's Lair (part 2)

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Leegaain asked.

"It's not about me. It's about my wife."

"You married and you didn't invite me?" He replied, his feelings hurt.

"Dad, she's an Abomination like me and the ceremony was held in the presence of the Master and my new siblings. Having a Guardian ready to annihilate us would have killed the mood." She replied.

"Are you happy? Is she treating you right?" While Leegaain worried about his daughter, Lith and the others had finished their preparations and were ready to go.

"One last question. How did you find Night's position?" He asked, as paranoid as usual.

"Baba Yaga put us in touch with Dawn's loyalist inside the Undead Courts. We don't trust them so we used our information network to check the rumor they passed us before starting this plan. We wouldn't send you in blindly." Feela tapped on Lith's pin.

Leegaain had once again outdone himself. The artifact not only worked as a small Soluspedia that provided the members of the assault team everything they needed to know about the undead's headquarters, but it also worked as a short-range Spirit Communication device.

The pins were connected to each other, creating a network of mind links that would allow a team to communicate silently as well as with other teams to exchange information in real-time.

Spirit Magic was invisible to non-Awakened and no sealing array would jam its signal.

"Is everyone ready?" Raagu asked, obtaining several nods in reply. "It's daytime so most of the undead will be comatose or weakened. Remember that if we fail, the next time the Dead King will be ready for us."

Her eyes blazed with bright violet energy and so did those of the rest of the Council representatives as they combined their spell for a long-distance dimensional spell.

Together they weaved a Spirit Warping Array that moved the assault teams to their respective positions inside the underground base of the Night Court located in the city of Panat, in the Gorgon Empire.

According to the intel they had received, Orpal steered clear from the Griffon Kingdom due to the seal that Baba Yaga had imposed Night. She couldn't attack anyone without first verifying that they didn't live in Lutia which grated on her nerves.

Tista looked around their arrival location, her jaw almost touching the floor. They had appeared inside a richly decorated room with windows, but plenty of light came from the enchanted crystal chandeliers on the ceiling.

The furniture was made of inlaid secular wood while the ornaments, from the flower pots to the book ends, were made of solid precious metals. The air was fresh and filled with the sweet scent of flowers, making it hard to believe that they were underground.

'Good gods, this is the most luxurious dungeon I've ever been into.' She said via the mind link. 'Yet why the fresh air if they have no need to breathe?'

'The undead like living large.' Lith replied. 'As for the air, usually I'd say that they do it for their Thralls, but if Meln really is here, then he did it just to satisfy his ego.'

'If?' Friya said while moving a curtain with the point of Thundercrash, to not touch anything before checking on the place.

The gesture revealed the presence of a painting gallery in the room to their right. Among the portraits, there was one depicting a half-naked Meln. He was sitting on a throne, his body as perfect as that of a Greek god, while several gorgeous naked women groveled at his feet like animals in heat.