Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1863

Chapter 1863: From the Rubble (Part 1)

"I have an army." Lith's voice was calm as he conjured his Golems, his Demons of the Darkness, of the Fallen, of the Flames, and all those who answered his call.

With every breath he took, the tower filled with new angry Demons yet it also increased the burden on his already battered body.

"Men." Salaark sighed while gently touching Raaz's forehead and then Lith's.

They both fell asleep, their minds finally at peace.

A snap of the Overlord's finger Warped them away, leaving the rest of the family flabbergasted.

"There's no need to worry, I just moved them to their respective bedrooms. Solus, Elina, stay with them and don't leave their side for even one second. Thanks to you, sleep will be a safe haven where their minds will find solace and process their respective traumas more quickly.

"Without you, it would be a nightmarish land where the events of today repeat themselves in a loop, aggravating their mental condition." Another snap of her fingers sent the two women away.

"Tista, I can feel that your trauma is quite severe as well. Do you want me to call Crevan, Bodya, or Aerth? Any of them and of my children will be glad to keep you company for the night, in whatever way you like."

"I'm not going to sleep with any of them!" Tista replied, her Red Demon becoming redder.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, big sis." Aran hugged her. "I always sleep with Onyx and when I have a bad dream, I sleep with Mom and Dad." _{freewёbnoνel.com}

'That's a different kind of "sleeping with", little imp.' Tista thought. 'You are just too young- Oh, shit!'

Tista suddenly realized that the sudden heatwave and the knot in the stomach she felt had nothing to do with embarrassment. She had given her all against the Hogum's Mansion, putting a great strain on her core until it was almost depleted.

Now, the combined effort of her painstaking training and the countless hours spent practicing Demon Grasp were finally paying off, triggering her breakthrough. A silver pillar descended from the sky, looking like the giant finger of a god.

The light engulfed her, pushing everyone away before the final impurities left in her body came out. Her physical pain eclipsed even her mental trauma as both her human and Red Demon body were turned inside out.

Once the process was over, the red scales that covered her body had become bigger and the feathers on her wings thicker. She still had a single set of wings, but now two small horns came out of the crown of her head.

They were slightly curved, pointing toward the sky. Also, her fourth eye finally had the strength to manifest itself. A black eye had opened on her forehead, right above the silver one.

The four eyes looked around the room, before closing all at once.

"This is the worst day of my life." Tista said while falling headfirst onto the ground with a thud.

***

The Verhens had arrived at the Desert while it was still midday in the Kingdom, but midnight in the Overlord's lands. They were all mentally exhausted and fell asleep the moment they touched their pillows.

Usually, they would have had a hard time relaxing under such circumstances, but the tower was a place of power that eased their worries while Salaark's warm aura and her Blood Imprint soothed their minds akin to a mother's embrace.