Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2902

Chapter 2902 Collapsing Eternity (Part 4)

2902 Collapsing Eternity (Part 4)

"He's still alive." Lith looked at Thaymos' body with Life Vision, noticing that even without the pseudo core it still had a visible mana flow and life force. "I don't know what Tyris is going to-"

Right on cue, the figure of the Great Mother in her human form appeared in the sky accompanied by a gentle radiance that lit the night as bright as day.

A wave of her hand healed the scars on the ground left by the conflict and scattered the ashes of the dead monsters. A powerful darkness spell erased the smell of death from the air and that of sweat and fear from the living, making them feel like after a relaxing hot bath.

The living corpse of Thaymos was the only reminder of the fierce battle that had just transpired.

"People of Garlen. People of Jiera. Heed my voice." Tyris sent a telepathic impulse that triggered all the communication amulets on Jiera, forcing them to project her image and carry her voice.

"For a long time, you have lived in fear of the Black Tide and of the lost city of Thaymos, not knowing that they were one and the same." The amulets projected segments of the battle where the Eternal Fortress appeared in his humanoid form and fed upon the essence of the monsters.

"The Black Tide is no more." The images now showed a Golden Griffon unleashing a beam of light that had conquered the darkness of the night and exterminated the monsters.

Then, she let go of the crystal block containing the pseudo core of the Eternal Fortress. It merged with the mass of molten rocks, rebuilding itself with astounding speed as he sucked in the surrounding world energy and Tyris provided him more.

["Please, no."] The Eternal Fortress said the moment he had a mouth again. ["Don't kill me. I'll do anything you ask. I'll protect your people. Fight other lost cities. Anything!"]

Even though no one understood his words and Thaymos had no facial muscles that could express emotions, everyone could hear the fear in his voice and feel it in his trembling limbs.

He was double her height and his limbs were covered in deadly weapons yet he was the one backing away, his hands raised in surrender.

His pleas were met with a cold, merciless gaze. Thaymos knew he had no way out but he still had to try. He turned around and started to run when Tyris took out an ancient parchment and spoke the first rune of the self-destruct spell.

The mana flow in his body froze, his limbs flailing as he fell to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut. The Guardian chanted the rest of the spell even though she had no need for it.

Tyris wanted everyone to listen and understand what was happening. Every rune she spoke appeared in the air in front of her and then rushed into the Eternal Fortress, making him spasm.

Every rune that her fingers traced was a luminous sword that cut the white stones of his body open. The cracks started as small as her movements were slow but they spread as if the living city was made of glass.

His self-repairing enchantments flowed backward, making the slightest injury grow deeper and langer instead of closing it. Thaymos screamed in agony, his powerful voice echoing for miles and scaring the few animals left into a rout.

Tyris found no pleasure in his suffering but she kept chanting slowly.

She had no idea if there was an afterlife or if a living legacy possessed an eternal soul. The only way she had to be sure that Thaymos paid for his cruelty was to take care of it herself while he was still alive.