Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2419

"Sounds like an insult to me." Lith mumbled under his breath.

"It's easy for you to tell me to be patient, Rena." Tista replied. "Awakened heal on their own in hours even from crippling wounds. Heck, even a fake mage by now would have regrown an entire leg with a spell. How can a few feathers take so long?"

"I don't know." Rena shook her head. "But I also know that worrying so much would do you no good."

"It's not just the feathers." Tista folded her wings into her back, incapable of looking at them any longer. "I feel like something precious has been taken away from me. Like I'm missing a piece of my soul and the phantom pain is driving me crazy.

"How did you treat your wing injuries, lil bro?"

"I never sustained injuries to my feathered wings." Lith replied. "In my Wyrmling form, I only had membranous wings. The feathers appeared at the deep violet core but by then I was already 20 meters (66') tall and weighed tons.

"Ripping even one of my feathers off required skill and strength above that of a monster. What I can tell you, is that back when I went completely bald at the academy, it took me a whole night's rest to get new hair after it had been burned to the root.

"Maybe it's the same for you."

"Maybe." Tista sighed. "Or maybe your Dragon blood helped you to hide your feathers until you were strong enough to protect them."

The dinner was joyful since the kids were happy to have their aunts back and wanted to hear everything about their travels. Tista did her best to smile a lot and don't worry about her wings, but her hands unconsciously moved to her back often.

When the following morning her condition showed no improvement, she started to get desperate.

"I've waited long enough! You do what you want, I'm calling Grandma." All the members of the Verhen family had Salaark on the speed dial and the Overlord answered immediately.

Even through the hologram, Salaark could feel Tista's anguish and desperation thanks to her Blood Imprint bloodline ability.

Once the Red Demon was done telling Salaark everything, the Guardian had already crossed the dimensional Gate from her palace to the mansion.

"You did the right thing calling me, Featherling." Salaark said. "You are not like your brother. My blood runs thicker into your veins and for a Phoenix, the plumes on her wings aren't just a decoration.

"They are our bond with the sky and the means through which even our newborns can conjure Origin Flames. Without them, we are crippled."

"Are you telling me that my condition is permanent?" Tista turned pale in shock.

"Don't be silly! Of course it's treatable. Growing new feathers is something that every Phoenix teaches their hatchlings before letting them fly for the first time. I didn't tell you about it because I thought you wouldn't need it.

"Turns out I was wrong." Salaark shrugged. "Happens even to Guardians."

"What would have happened if it was me instead of Tista and one or more of my Void Sigils was damaged?" Lith asked.