Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2540

Chapter 2540 No I in Funeral (Part 2)

"Good idea and amazing work, Lith." Ajatar said while studying the arrays protecting Zelex and its access points. "I've already spotted the access from the surface to the south entrance and discovered how to deactivate the cave's protections.

"We can all enter from there without wasting time and energy with Domination and dimensional magic. We have everything we need for an extermination raid but I'm not confident that a peaceful resolution can be reached that easily."

"What do you mean?" Faluel asked.

"Put yourself in their shoes. After everything they've just gone through, comes a young Tyrant who's much weaker than Glemos and doesn't even look like him." The Drake pointed at Morok's multi-colored scales.

"Sure, the smell works in our favor, but what about everything else? They are bound to ask him a lot of questions like what happened to Glemos, why they have never heard about Morok, and why he didn't come to their rescue sooner.

"To make matters worse, he's going to ask them to throw all their sacrifices into the gutter and follow a complete stranger to an unknown location where he claims they will be safe. It just smells fishy."

"I think you are right." Faluel nodded. "They are grief-stricken and have no reason to trust Morok. If we send him to Zelex without a foolproof plan, the monsters will treat him as a scapegoat instead of a savior.

"They'll take their pent-up aggression against Glemos on Morok and kill him on the spot."

"Even worse, if the Queen is as smart as she sounded, she might exploit the rage of her people and kill Morok just to disprove Glemos' divinity." Lith pointed out. "This way, she could finally disclose the truth and free her son and the rest of the senate from following Glemos' cruel dogmas."

"Then what do we do?" Quylla asked. "Morok is still our best shot. The monsters are never going to trust any of us. Faluel and Ajatar are as strong as Glemos but even if they shapeshift into Tyrants, their smell and life forces will give out their real identity.

"Also, they know nothing about Glemos' cult so they will never manage to pass for his reincarnation or something. If he has taught them a secret phrase or gesture to recognize him however appearance he took and we fail the test, we won't get a second chance."

"Let me get this straight." Friya said. "We need a surefire way to earn their trust and gain free access to what they consider holy ground: Glemos' lab. If we fail at any point, we'll have to run away and call the Council.

"At that point, the monsters will all die, the Harmonizers will be lost forever, and if we are unlucky, they'll set off the self-destruction mechanism and Morok's legacy will be destroyed as well."

"Correct, but that's assuming that the Council doesn't deem Glemos' legacy not worth the hassle and triggers the self-destruction spell just to end things quickly without a fight." Faluel paced around, thinking about a way to solve things without involving the Council.

"What if..." Tista's idea was briefly considered and rejected. The same happened for every scenario they could think of.

No matter how rational and well-thought a plan was, at some point, there was always a critical flaw that would cause the negotiations to fail. The children of Glemos were a highly superstitious group of grief-stricken people who were in a desperate situation and had no reason to trust strangers.

Telling them the truth was out of the question while using a convenient lie would arise questions that in turn would need more lies to make sense once questioned, creating what Faluel called the Hydra effect.