Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2625

To make matters worse, according to the arrays surrounding the Parliament of Leaves, the Abomination didn't even exist. The magical formations were still locked on the group of outsiders but were unable to detect the threat of the Soul Projection and defend the Parliament guards.

The black mist was seeping inside the bodies of the soldiers and the representatives on the first row of seats, draining their vitality. The elves were falling onto their knees one after the other, suffering from fits of cough while bleeding black blood from their eyes and ears.

That while the Dragon Lord had yet to move a muscle or cast a single spell.

"Stop! I admit my mistake and apologize for my words." M'Rael said. "I'll tell you what you want. Just let my people go. They are innocent."

"And how do I do that, exactly?" Lith had been trying for a while now to rein the Void in before it triggered a war but to no end.

The Abomination laughed in triumph, feeling the power of the Fringe flooding its ethereal body and giving it substance.

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Meanwhile, a few miles away, the preparations for the ritual to speak with Mogar were almost complete.

The group had followed Quylla's improved design for the magic circle, placing the runes for the light and darkness elements at the opposite sides so that they would channel the life force of the supplicant through the other elemental runes and form a Spirit Array.

To complete the magical formation, Solus had to spill a drop of her blood but even that proved to be quite difficult. Between her mass and the toughness of her skin, it took a purified Orichalcum blade to prick at her finger.

"Are you ready?" Nalrond asked her once all the circles in the room glowed with emerald light, amplifying both Solus' consciousness and willpower so that standing in Mogar's presence wouldn't kill her on the spot.

"No, but I doubt I'll ever be." She was wielding the Sage Staff in her left hand and the Fury in her right, hoping that the clarity of thought the former granted would be passed on in the Mindscape as well.

The hammer was just for emotional support. Once it had been Menadion's Fury but after Solus had confronted Bytra for the first time during Vastor's marriage, Salaark had turned it into Solus' Fury according to Menadion's wish and Lith's plea.

Solus knew that the challenge that waited ahead of her was intellectual and spiritual in nature but the Fury's presence gave her comfort anyway. It was the only link she had left with her biological mother, a gift made out of love whereas the tower was one made out of necessity.

A simple means to an end.

On top of that, the ruined state of the tower was a constant reminder of how Elphyn's behavior had spelled ruin for her father first, herself, and lastly her mother. What Elphyn had destroyed, Solus was slowly and painstakingly rebuilding.

Yet the burden from the actions of her old self heavily weighed on Solus' conscience because they were the same person. Her amnesia didn't absolve her any more than it could fix the tower.

"Remember that unless you grasp something that we missed the last time, fighting the echoes that Mogar conjures is a waste of time at best and a suicidal act at worst." Nalrond said. "Take your time, study the echoes, and try to understand their significance."

"And don't try to undress them with your mind." Morok added. "It doesn't work and it pisses Mogar off."

"Why should I attempt something so stupid and more importantly, how do you know this?" Solus asked.

"When it was his turn with the ritual, the jackass tried to see me naked via my own echo." Quylla hid her face in her hands in embarrassment.

"I think that the echoes are the bait and she's the real prize." _{free𝑤ebnovel.com}