Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2635

"That's ridiculous!" Friya snarled.

"Really? Then tell me one thing you have achieved on your own."

"Dimensional magic!"

"Wrong. That's thanks to Rudd's teachings and that happened only because Lith and Quylla changed his mind about non-magical bloodlines. You just rode their coattails." The Friya-answer replied.

"What about this, then?" Friya took a deep breath and plunged into the despair, self-doubt, and sense of failure that had plagued most of her adult life.

The answer was comprised of her memories and the pain from the flood of negative thoughts brought Friya's replica to her knees.

"Yeah, my life sucked and I got help. Big deal." Friya reminded herself of the day of Phloria's death and the void that it had left in her heart, making the answer cry and wail. "I've overcome too much to waste my time listening to the same shit I told myself while growing up.

"I know my limits. I've accepted my faults and I'm trying to be better. Nothing a knock-off like you can say can hurt me like Phloria's words did. She knew and loved me whereas you are me and I've never loved myself.

"So shut up and let me study you." Conjuring her intrusive thoughts paralyzed the answer but resisting them kept Friya from mustering the necessary focus to spot important details of her alter-ego's appearance.

It took her a while and a few more trips on the memory lane to shut the answer up before noticing that even though the snakes-hair had a mana flow and carried spells, they were nothing like a Hydra's heads.

They had no mind of their own, unfolding into regular hair every time the psychic onslaught brought the apparition to her knees.

ραΠdαsΝοvel.cοm "Nice try. I almost bought it, bitch." Friya found herself panting, the Mindscape was slightly distorted. "I guess the magic circles are running on fumes. Thanks, Mogar. I hope to never see you again."

"That's rude!" Mogar-Orion snarled. "Why does no one ever stop just for tea or something? I'm trying to be nice here!"

"Are you serious?" Friya wanted to say something but it was too late, her consciousness was already on its way to return to the real world.

***

A few miles away, the Parliament of Leaves, at the same time.

Aalejah, Faluel, and Ajatar had taken turns explaining Jiera's recent history without omitting anything. After learning about the plague, the monster tides, and the rampaging lost cities, the Council's offer didn't sound so alluring anymore.

The representatives of the six major clans seemed ready to back out, prompting Faluel into throwing them a bone.

"I realize that we can't offer you the safety of the World Tree and losing people in battle means a great deal to you. Yet we are not sending you to your deaths. You'll fight along the Council and your lost cousins.

"Also, since we are already working on the Harmonizers for the Svartalf and the…"

"Dvergalf." Aalejah completed the phrase for her, reminding the Hydra of the goblins' ancestral name.

"The Dvergalf, with a few adjustments we could try them on you as well. I can't promise anything, but Harmonizers have already succeeded in Awakening people who were supposed not to.