Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2209

Tyris and Leegaain found a straightforward path to the Throne Room and reached it without encountering any resistance.

Once they stepped inside the great hall, they froze on the spot. Not because there was a deadly trap or ambush waiting for them. Not because the Mad King had prepared an anti-Guardian array that his daughter had further perfected.

What made pain run through every fiber of their beings and robbed their eternal bodies of any warmth they had was how familiar the Throne Room was.

Everything from the throne to the paintings had been replaced by copies that looked like the originals but were made entirely of cold, lifeless stone. Thrud sat on her seat and by her side, there was another holding a statue depicting her lost husband. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

Thrud wore Arthan's Armor and held the Sword of Arthan with both hands. Its tip touched the floor as she used the priceless artifact as a support to not double over due to the unbearable pain she felt.

Her breath was labored even though she was doing nothing, steaming in the coldness of the room.

'Order and Chaos, this is identical to your house.' Leegaain said via a mind link. 'Are you sure Thrud has never been there?'

'I'm sure. Back when Arthan was chosen as King, there was no test and my life was full of color. I made my throne room that way only after Valeron's death, one hundred years after Arthan's execution. By then Thrud was already in the wind.' Tyris replied.

'Then it must be your blood running thick through her veins to have bestowed her a mind so similar to yours.' Leegaain said.

'Indeed.' Just like Leegaain, Tyris was in her human form and she could appreciate how much the Mad Queen resembled her.

Tyris' beauty and Valeron's noble countenance had found the perfect balance in Thrud like it hadn't happened for most of the First King's daughters.

Thrud's Generals couldn't help but turn their heads dumbly from one woman to another, mistaking them for sisters at best.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here. The Guardians of the Garlen continent." Tears streamed non-stop from Thrud's eyes yet her voice was firm and clear. "Are you here to just gloat or have you come to finally put me out of my misery?"

"Neither." Leegaain raised his empty hands in a gesture of peace before joining his hands and giving her a deep bow in respect for her grieving. "I've come to give you my condolences and to renew my offer.

"Please, think about your son. Now that Jormun is dead, what do you think will happen to Valeron the Second if you lose the war?"

"What about her?" Thrud nodded at Tyris who had started crying as well.

She knew Thrud's pain better than anyone else and felt close to her despite their morals couldn't be more different.

"I've come to offer you my condolences and my compassion, child." Tyris' voice was calm and soothing despite the suffering that seeing her own reflection in Thrud inflicted upon her. "Know that you are not alone. Not now, nor ever."

The eyes of the Guardians fell on Protheus who was rocking Valeron in his arms. The Doppelganger had taken Jormun's appearance and was singing a lullaby with the voice of the Emerald Dragon.