Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2115

Chapter 2115 A Frail Alliance (Part 3)

"If the Abominations fight in the open for the Kingdom, the Royals would no longer have plausible deniability and their alliance with some of the most wanted mass murderers would become public knowledge.

"At that point, the households who hold a grudge against an Eldritch would either flock to Thrud's side or withdraw their support to the Crown. We can afford neither." Xenagrosh said.

"The worst thing is that the other hybrids aren't having better luck." Kigan sighed. "Secrecy has always been the undead's strong suit and after being screwed up by us first and then by Meln, they've upped their game.

"On top of that, this time we cannot follow the money to discover the location of the secret base because there is no money involved. In other words, we are boned."

"We cannot afford to stay here for more than another few days." Xenagrosh paced around the room. "With all hands on the battlefield, the Organization has been forced to suspend its operations throughout Garlen.

"Without us, the black market can't operate. No black market means no money for Dad's experiments and no funds to keep this damn war going."

She sat on the luxurious king-sized canopy bed that had remained untouched since the day of their arrival, holding her head in frustration.

"Gods, I wish Bytra was here. She would have loved this place, the parties, and even though we would still be in the same predicament, at least she would have made my stay in Xaanth feel like a vacation."

"Me too." Kigan replied, making Xenagrosh's eyes go wide in surprise. "She and that kid Theseus are the best of us. I'll never thank you enough for bringing them into our fold. When I'm with them, I can almost forget about who I am and what I did."

Becoming a hybrid meant losing the hunger that plagued all kinds of Abominations. It gave them relief, but it also made it harder for them to live with the burden of their past.

Centuries of slaughter had desensitized them and their consciences, if any was left, were a whisper in the wind.

All ancient Abominations would forget about someone who they had killed just a few minutes after the murder, and the only reason they remembered some of their victims was due to the precious equipment the Eldritches had stolen from them.

Yet none of the hybrids could forgive themselves or forget about their first murder spree. The one happened after turning into an Abomination, back when they still had a conscience and someone they cared about.

Be they family or friends, they would become the first victims of a newborn Abomination, leaving a mental scar that only the hunger could repress. In Kigan's case, it was even worse.

He was one of Salaark's Firstborn and his cored had shattered while training to become a member of the Nest. It was the reason even Eldritches despised him. Yet no one hated Kigan more than Kigan himself.

An awkward silence befell between the two hybrids who aside from work had nothing to say to each other. The problem was that their hunt for the night was over and there were still a few hours before sunrise.

Due to the curfew, there was no thrall around that they could follow.

Breaking martial law meant days of imprisonment and interrogation. The members of the Undead Courts wouldn't risk drawing so much attention unless there was an emergency, but such convenient timing only happened in bards' tales.