Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2319

Fyrwal fell to the ground, sobbing. The hole she felt in her chest was no smaller than Phloria's. It shed no blood but it made her feel empty as the pain from losing her friends rose anew.

Inside the Golden Griffon, Thrud burst into a belly laugh while dancing through the Throne Room with the small Valeron the Second in her arms.

"Idiots! All of them, even the Ernas girl. I told her that I'd reunite her with Verhen by the end of the war and I'm going to keep my word. Once I kill him, I'll bury them together!

"I mean, seriously? What kind of forever did she expect? With the academies down, I no longer need her. Phloria's stupid friends should have learned their lesson by now.

"Once I can't keep something, I have no qualms about discarding it. Just like I couldn't stop Verhen from taking my cities, I couldn't stop him from rescuing Phloria. So, I just tossed them away!

"I would never betray Verhen's secret because I can't risk someone killing him first and taking that priceless tower for themselves. I can't have him living either, because his life will be my compensation for Jormun's death while his tower will be Valeron's."

"Best of all, now Verhen knows my pain. He has killed a woman who he had loved and who loved him with all of her heart in the same way he killed my husband." Thrud kept dancing and spinning while Valeron giggled, unaware of the tragedy orchestrated by his mother.

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Lith was still in front of Phloria's corpse, bawling his eyes out. He didn't want to cry nor could he afford the time to. A few kilometers from there, the two armies were still fighting and dying.

Among them, there were the few people he treasured and who he called friends. They needed him yet he couldn't muster the strength to stand up.

His mistake had been to conjure a drape from his pocket dimension and use it to wrap Phloria and cover the gaping hole in her chest. It was then that it had happened.

The figure of Phloria lying on the ground had overlapped with that of Carl lying on the obituary table. Both cold, their skin paled from death, and covered from the neck down to make them presentable.

Yet this time it was much worse.

This time it wasn't a stranger or an enemy to have taken Lith's loved one away. Phloria had died by his own hand and guilt was tearing him apart.

He had failed his best friend in the most horrible way possible. He had come to rescue her and had ended up killing her instead. His mind kept spinning, replaying the fight from start to finish and finding no mistake.

Yet the result of his perfect plan that he had perfectly executed was right in front of him, dead.

Phloria's rune was gone and so was her sword.

'How could I mess up like this? What will I say to Jirni and Orion? How can I explain to them that everything went fine yet Phloria died anyway?' Lith thought over and over, his agonizing wails audible for kilometers.

War lay by his side, wailing with him. The grieving blade mourned the loss of its twin and of the person it had been crafted to protect. It refused to use Phloria's blood to form a scabbard and to be put away as well.