Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2952

Chapter 2952 Present Struggles (Part 2)

"He taught us Light Mastery and accompanied us to the Fringe.?He is *our* friend and the fact that Friya loves him should make you appreciate Nalrond more, not consider him a liability to your friendship."

"Fine, you win." Lith raised his hands with the palms out in surrender. "But if we are going to do this, we'll do it my way."

"What do you mean?" Nalrond asked.

"I mean that I'm going to do everything I can to ensure your survival." Lith scoffed. "I'm not going to put Solus' and Friya's happiness at risk just to be nice."

"I still don't follow you." The Rezar was getting more puzzled by the second. "You putting the most effort into the procedure is a good thing. I want to live. It's the whole point of me asking you for help. Why are you talking as if it's a bad thing instead."

"Because when I say everything, I mean everything." Lith replied, his voice cold and his gaze stern. "You are going to swallow a very bitter pill and you are not going to like it."

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Gorgon Empire, underground city of Lightkeep.

"Why are we here?" Friya had never been to the undead city and looked around in amazement.

The Tower Warp had brought them inside Vladion's house, a fine noble mansion that put even the Ernas household to shame.

"As I said, we're going to do everything we can to ensure Nalrond's survival. This is where the final pieces of the puzzle are." Lith pointed at the Hands of Menadion that they had borrowed from Faluel and the Mouth of Menadion that Tista had entrusted to them.

The Hydra had agreed to oversee the procedure.

She would wear the tower's Eyes so that her seven heads would take the full burden of the artifact. This way, she could study the data collected by the Eyes and relay the parts relevant to the procedure via a mind link, leaving the Healers free to focus on their spells.

Lith and Quylla were the only ones in the group besides Faluel to have reached such a mastery of the healing arts that they could hear the melody of the life forces. Having less skilled people like Friya or Tista around would just hinder them.

"I see." Friya nodded in understanding. "We have come to borrow the Eyes of Menadion from Kalla."

As if on cue, the Wight walked through the door and trotted toward them.

"It's nice to see you again so soon, Scourge." She was wearing a gold-rimmed pince-nez the size of a plate on her snout and a perfectly cut white crystal as big as an apple on her neck. "I love your company but you can't interrupt my work so often."

"Mom!" Nyka and Nok both slapped the back of the Wight's neck. "First, rude. Second, what do you mean, often? The last time you saw Lith was during the War of the Griffons!"

"My point exactly." Kalla grunted in annoyance. "He can't barge in here every other day and expect me to be happy. I can't drop everything whenever he feels lonely. If Scourge has so much free time, he should deal with Thrud or take care of his pregnant wife."

"Mom!" Nyka and Nok both slapped the back of the Wight's neck again while everyone else chuckled at their expenses. "That was over a year ago. Thrud is dead and Lith's daughter is five months old."

Nyka pointed at Elysia who was strapped to the baby carrier on Lith's chest. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}