Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1866

Chapter 1866 Picking Up the Pieces (Part 2)

Vastor, Xenagrosh, Athung, and Aalejah called him often to receive status updates on the situation of his family and to offer him their help. The Abomination in particular was worried for him and Solus, fearing that distance and Salaark would destroy their relationship forever.

Xenagrosh wanted Solus to meet Bytra again above everything else, to let the two women talk instead of fighting and set aside their differences. The Fourth Ruler of the Flames' joy after being forgiven for her crimes had lasted shortly.

After a while, she had realized that she actually had no idea how Elphyn had spent the last 700 years, of what had happened to Menadion's tower, and what the reason for her amnesia was.

Bytra suspected that everything came down to her again, more crimes and senseless cruelty that her old self had inflicted upon the heir of Menadion without even knowing it.

She needed closure, real closure, and the uncertainty ate at her from inside, making it impossible for her to enjoy her life anymore. Lith reassured everyone but made no promises.

He was too depressed, too broken, and too tired to care about anything but his family.

Much to his surprise, even Feela the Behemoth called him.

"Why so surprised? I'm the Council representative of the Beast faction and you are one of our own." She said with a warm smile that would have raised the temperature of the room by several degrees if not for his sour mood.

"On top of that, you had also been designated as our liaison with the Royals. Those bastards knew it and dared to mess with you anyway." She said with a snarl, slamming her fit arms on her chair and making the long tress her hair was fixed into bounce on her perky bosom.

"I can't break the treaty, mind you. We are at war and in the big scheme of things, differences must be set aside. However, this doesn't mean that I can't raise the price for our help or use my influence to try and smooth things over for you."

She rose from her chair, pacing around nervously in quick strides that emphasized her long and shapely legs. She wore training clothes, not a cocktail dress, but they were tight enough to bring out her soft curves.

"Thanks, Feela, but right now I don't feel like coming back to the Kingdom. I'm still too angry and if I'm in the same room with a soldier or a noble, my fangs are the last things they are going to see." Lith said, completely oblivious of what was happening.

"Understandable." She swept her tress back, making it seductively slither around her hips. "If there's anything you need that doesn't involve materials and legacy secrets, you can count on me."

Feela wasn't really interested in someone so young for Awakened standards, but after hearing from Faluel about Lith's crippled life force and how it had been further reduced, she knew that there wasn't much time left.

She had even retained her youthful looks of a woman barely thirty years old, knowing Lith's weak spot for partners of that age.

'He's down and vulnerable. All I need is to remain alone with him during one training session. Then, I'm going to make things heat up by moving to a close-up and physical approach.' She thought.

'At that point, I should be settled and the Behemoth bloodline will finally have its chance. His Tiamat form already merged perfectly the Phoenix and Dragon bloodline so the chances that he can do the same for the Griffon bloodline are high.

'Worst case scenario, we could always give birth to a new species that possesses the traits of the Griffons and those of either a Dragon or a Phoenix.'

"Thanks for the offer, Feela. I could use both some company and distraction, but now I need to recover. We'll talk about this later." Usually Lith would have seen past her words, but too many things weighed on his mind already, slowing it down.