Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2437

"Night doesn't give a damn about the death of other living legacies. She is dragging our brethren into her personal mess to further her own agenda and you are falling for her deception like an idiot.

"Think about it. She is putting you against Verhen so that either you kill him for her, or by studying your defeat she can better understand his powers. No matter how the fight ends, Night wins and you lose." Dawn stepped forward, offering him her hand.

"The only way you have to win is to stay out of this. Tell me where my sister is and I'll personally take care of her."

"I can't do that." Windfell shook his head and lowered his eyes, incapable of holding her gaze.

"Why? What has she promised to you?" The Horseman knew the cursed blade well enough to understand that he had been aware of her sister's intentions all along.

Night was making a tool out of him, something that his warrior's pride would never allow. Unless she had made him an offer that he couldn't refuse.

"It's not that. I mean, not only that. I can't tell you simply because I don't know where she is. Night only contacted the family through a secure line. By the time we located her signal, she was long gone." Windfell clenched the scrolls, crumpling them.

"Because if you did find her, you would have used Mother's spell to paralyze her." Dawn raised an eyebrow in understanding. "What then?"

"Then we would have studied her. We would have cracked the secret of the Horsemen's ability to be upgraded without losing their individuality. After that, we wouldn't be forced to hide like vermin and we'd once again be capable of following the design of our creators!"

Windfell stared at the surface of his metal body in hatred, cursing the outdated runes that predated the Kingdom by millennia. A furious swing of the blade cut a nearby brick wall like it was paper, yet it made the cursed object even angrier.

What once had been an amazing feat was now something that even an enchanted steel blade could achieve. During his final days, sword and forge master Elmont Tarak had literally put his soul in his ultimate piece.

The powerful Awakened had reached the end of his long life without ever finding an apprentice worth of his trust to whom pass down his secrets. Tarak believed to have conquered magic and Forgemastery.

To have reached the apex of his craft and have achieved a level of skill that could be equaled, but never surpassed. Unwilling to let his knowledge die with him and with nothing to lose, he devoted the little time he had left to Forbidden Magic.

It had taken him lots of victims, but with his life force dwindling by the day, the Awakened Council was the least of his worries. He was animated by the self-righteous fervor of a man who believed that the end justified the means.

He couldn't allow his peerless knowledge to be lost to time due to lazy apprentices and bad luck. His masterpiece would be the heir he needed. In time, Windfell was supposed to find someone worthy of inheriting Tarak's legacy and ensure that their bloodline would thrive.

Mogar was supposed to be better for it, making it perfectly reasonable in Tarak's mind to sacrifice worthless humans for the greater good. His mastery over his crafts more than made up for the short life he had left and so Windfell had been created.

On the day of its birth, the cursed object was the most powerful weapon on Mogar, second only to Guardian-crafted artifacts and lost cities. Yet Tarak took considered his creation peerless since Guardians were filthy cheaters and lost cities were clumsy tools for pretentious tasks.

Windfell, instead, was capable of moving freely through Mogar and looking for a worthy owner. Inside the blade, Tarak had instilled everything he knew about magic, Forgemastery, and swordplay. _{freёweɓnovel.com}