'Solus! I missed you so much. Are you alright?' The shadows wrapped around her in a tender embrace while the thoughts that passed through the mind link now that they had made physical contact were filled with heartfelt longing.
'I was expecting a "status report" or "Solus, analysis." We are surrounded by enemies and we didn't see each other for a few hours, not days. Did you take a blow to the head or what?'
'That's mean of you. Do you have any idea how worried I was?' The Voidfeather said while pouting.
'Since when do you pout? Never mind. There's no time for shenanigans, look!' She elongated her form so that she could look past the balcony and share her vision with him.
Right below them, there was a circular room in the center of which there was a semi-circular table with several thrones where the representatives of each fallen race sat. At the extremities of the table, there were those like goblins and ogres who had reverted but failed to evolve.
According to Solus, they held the least authority, and their opinion was heard last since it carried little weight. The closer one got to the center of the table, the greater the importance of the representative.
'The Fomor sits on the right side of the King and in turn the Balor's representative sits behind the Fomor.' Solus explained. 'Based on what I understood so far, they are in charge of the equivalent of the Royal Army.
'Fomors possess the greatest physical strength, have access to all tiers of spells, and their eyes gave them plenty of bloodline abilities. They are the generals of the children of Glemos and their leader is called Warlord.
'The orc shaman sits on the left side and his species holds the same authority as the Mage Association and their representative is called the Warsage. Even though the orcs failed to evolve, they are the only ones among the fallen races who can Awaken.
'They have no elemental restriction and thanks to their ability to manipulate crystals the shamans have nigh-infinite mana and can control the world energy even better than the Fomors.'
'That I can understand, but I sure wasn't expecting a Hati to be the King.' The eyes of the Voidfeather went wide in surprise when he noticed the furred figure standing in the middle of the semi-circle.
The King was smaller than the Fomor on his right and his magical aura was insignificant compared to the orc shaman to his left. Yet everyone looked at him for permission before they spoke and once he nodded, they kept looking at him to make sure to have his attention.
At first sight, the King was no different from the rest of the Hati that Lith had met and slaughtered in Faluel's crystal mine and during the raid in Ne'sra. After a while, however, one would notice that even though his body still suffered from the constant shapeshifting of his species, it was limited to minor physical features.
His ears would change in shape, size, or number, the number of his fingers and toes varied as well, and his snout would become more and less pronounced. The number of his tails and limbs, instead, remained fixed.
No change in his body took place that would ruin the luxurious clothes of his office. A peek with the Voidfeather's Spirit Eye revealed that the Hati's life force was actually no less chaotic than that of his peers. ƒrēewebnovel.com
The difference was that the King had learned to feel its flow and somehow controlled it with sheer force of will.
'When did you learn this... Spirit Vision?' Solus asked.
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