To Lith, the lily pendant was a memento of his oath to Phloria and of his determination to save her.
To Kamila, instead, it was a memento of his past relationship and of all the risks that saving Phloria implied.
"I have three Guardians watching over my womb. I'm the last person on Mogar you should worry about." She said with a thin smile. "I meant that if you execute your plan, people will start asking questions. At first to themselves and then to you."
"What choice do I have?" Lith shrugged. "Thrud already knows everything. If she wanted to ruin my life, she would have already told the whole Mogar about Solus and Menadion's tower.
"She's going to instruct her army according to the information she has and if I keep playing dumb, they'll kill me in a jiffy. Holding anything back is pointless. I might as well go all-out and do everything I can to make sure that Thrud dies bringing my secrets with her.
"This is not only about saving Phloria, but also you, me, and the rest of my family."
"What about that, then?" Kamila pointed at the pendant.
"I've spoken with Quylla and Jirni about the effects of slave items. The victim can't break free from the spell, but they can fight it. My hope is that there's still enough of Phloria to react to the lily and make her hesitate.
"I need but one second to knock her unconscious and with a bit of luck, the pendant will do the trick." Lith replied. "I've lost so many people already. Carl, Yurial, Trequill, Mirim, and Manohar.
"I don't want to lose Phloria. I don't want to lose anyone anymore. Never again. That's what I promised myself."
"Never again." Kamila nodded, giving him a short kiss. "I believe in you."
***
Griffon Kingdom, Nestrar Region, outside the city of Zeska, the day after.
The entire region had fallen into Thrud's hands right after the death of Krishna Manohar, the Mad Professor, yet the city of Zeska held a special significance to Lith.
It was the place where his friend and colleague had died. Taking it back meant not only weakening Thrud's hold, but also avenging Manohar and honoring his memory.
"I finally get to meet you again, kid." Crank the Hyperion was in his honey badger form, trotting toward Lith the moment he had recognized his smell. "Your damn trips to the Desert make you hard to find and no one wanted to give me your rune or address.
"Don't think that I've forgotten your promise. You still have to teach me how to conjure holograms with Light Mastery."
Crank was expecting a snarky remark or to be just sent off.
He was aware of how the kidnapping of Archmage Ernas personally affected Lith. Also, thanks to the authority bestowed upon him by the Council and the Royals, the Tiamat could have ordered Crank to go fuck himself and he would have been forced to obey.
'I don't know when we'll meet again and I must remind him of what he owes me. I did my job and deserve my pay.' Hyperions were stubborn and daring creatures, traits inherited from their primordial ancestor.
"Fine." Much to Crank's surprise, Lith stopped and took his communicator amulet out, offering to exchange his rune. "I don't have the time now, but we can set an appointment for a later date."
"Sure, mister…" The Hyperion didn't waste time looking the gifted horse in the mouth and took out his own amulet.
"What?" Crank burst out in surprise drawing the attention of every Awakened present. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
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