The honesty in Lith's voice was the only reason Vladion answered with words instead of curses.
'Until the plague, I was born and lived in Jiera whereas the Tree was here on Garlen. I was too busy and had too many limitations during daylight to cross the ocean just in the hope to find their Fringe, get inside, and somehow obtain a branch.
'Doesn't Baba Yaga reset your stuff with Creation Magic if you ask her?' Lith was flabbergasted.
'Of course not. Just like Salaark, right?'
'Yep.' Lith replied a bit too fast and due to the mind link, Vladion could almost feel the blatant lie.
'I hate your guts, kid. Now shut up before I change my mind and break a sacred oath.' Scanning the Golden Griffon's power core was a task as boring as it was vexing.
They had to stare at it while also withstanding the mental pressure that the use of the tower's Eyes exerted. Thanks to the Monocle form and the tower's power core acting as an auxiliary brain, the strain was split in four but it was still a heavy burden.
Vladion took a few vials of blood out of his pocket dimension and drank them. He wanted to recover the strength he had lost by using Blindside for so long and from moving during daylight in case something happened before their escape.
Resisting the slumber caused by the abundant light element from the sun required a constant expenditure of the energy stored inside his blood core.
As for Lith, he shapeshifted into his human form to eat and use a tier one healing spell to speed up his metabolism. This way the food was digested and assimilated before the Unwavering Loyalty array could even detect him.
It quelled the hunger of his Abomination form and restored his stamina.
Thanks to the resonance between the artifacts and the Sage Staff, scanning the power core would require much less than Lith had initially feared. In a little more than an hour, they had reached over 80% of completion.
'Gods, it feels like a year.' If Lith had glands he would have been covered in a cold sweat. 'How long do we have to wait? Thrud or her Generals might return at any moment.'
'Relax, Scourge.' Kalla said. 'You've been on the frontlines. You know that battles take the whole day and the sun has yet even to start setting. Until that moment, we are relatively safe.'
Alas, they had all forgotten that just like its name implied, the Golden Griffon was an academy. The daily routine was dictated solely by the class schedule and was unaffected by the war.
Being left with a skeleton crew meant the need for all hands on deck, but both students and professors would take a break for lunch. Thrud had been adamant about giving the students humane hours and regular rest.
Even the criminals were allowed all the food they needed to endure the training and eight hours of sleep a day to reset Invigoration. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
Headmaster Sevenus Hystar considered her policy an insult to his work during the past 700 years, but the slave spell that Arthan had inflicted upon him didn't brook any form of complaint.
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