"Wake up, you idiot! We've landed." Raagu shouted.
"Finally!" A red light lit the eyes of a skull as it started floating and the various bones assembled themselves in the skeletal form of Inxialot, the King of Liches. "Are we there yet?"
"No!" She and the cat said in unison, rolling their eyes. "Thank the gods I've brought a Sealed Box with me. If I had to listen to that question one more time, I would have killed you myself, mission or not."
"Agreed." Inxialot nodded.
"On killing you?" Lith was flabbergasted.
"No, on the box part." Inxialot replied. "A nice, dark place where no idiot can disturb me is ideal for conducting my theoretical calculations. Besides, it's not like she could really kill me. She has no idea where my phylactery is."
"Yeah. No clue." Raagu clicked her tongue, pointing at the bell hanging from the cat's collar.
If bells were made of white mana crystals, the size of an apple, and encased in Davross covered by so many runes that the glimmer of the metal under the moonlight was barely noticeable.
"Don't be disappointed, sweetheart. You are a smart, amazing woman but I'm a genius. I've found a way to use part of the Darwen that's naturally mixed with the Davross as a magic insulant.
"Not only does it allow me to cut the costs of the perfect purification process since even a half-assed one works, but it also shields my phylactery from mystical senses and magical damage."
"Really?" Raagu raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
She used chore magic to attack the part of the phylactery left exposed by the metal of the bell, only for a black goo to intercept the spell and neutralize it with no strain for the metal or its enchantments.
"It sounds amazing. What's the secret?" She said with genuine enthusiasm and a flirtatious hint in her voice.
"Oh, that's easy. I discovered it by chance while looking for a way to improve on my technique to make magical metals capable of shapeshifting as a preparatory step for the Forgemastering pro-" Nero jumped on his skull, clawing at him like a rabid cat on steroids.
A single slash was enough to sever the head from the neck and cut the airflow from what was left of Inxialot's lungs to his vocal cords.
"Why did you do that?" The Lich King said in outrage with air magic.
Then, Nero flicked one of his toes against the bell, producing a silvery sound and making Inxialot gasp in astonishment when he noticed that everyone was staring at it.
"Right. I mean, meow. Meow-"
'Mind links, you idiot!' Nero said in righteous fury. 'First, you insulted my mother and then offered to bear my offspring.'
'Then I respectively apologize and respectfully take the offer back. I'm sorry, Nero. I just don't swing that way and it was cruel of me to play with your feelings.' Inxialot replied.
'For the gods' sake, we are both males! You can't- Never mind. Just whenever I meow, you shut up. Okay?'
'Okay, but you are worrying too much. I think I made a harmless blunder.'
'You think or you know?' Nero replied with a sneer. 'The difference lay in whether you remember what you were talking about or not.'
"I'm sorry for the interruption. What were we talking about?" Inxialot asked.
"Maybe a strike force of rogue Awakened. Maybe all of the above. I wouldn't be surprised if our cousins from Jiera's Council tried to share their burden with us. This way, they make their problems our problems from day one. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
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