Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2963

Chapter 2963 What’s Left Behind (Part 1)

"I'm sorry, but my method to reach the violet core is a family legacy." Faluel said. "As much as I like you and consider you a friend, Nalrond, I can't betray the Hydra bloodline and expose its secrets. I hope you understand."

"No need to apologize." He smiled at her to show his sincerity. "I'm not even your disciple and even though we have helped each other in the past, you owe me nothing. Rather, I'm in your debt for hiding my existence from the Council and supporting me all this time.

"Even if you can't share with me your bloodline technique, you are lending me your Hands, your heads for the Eyes, and your great expertise in healing magic. If I survive, it will be in no small part thanks to you."

"Thank you." The Hydra shook his hand, hoping that everything would go well.

"Kalla's lab log. Rezar's experiment. Final addendum before the procedure. The specimen is healthy, arbitrarily optimistic, and emotional." The Wight said inside her recorder.

"Even though I don't believe there is a correlation between the mood of the subject and his odds of survival, it seems to ease the mind of my colleagues from the worry of his imminent potential demise.

"The subject is now staring at me. His unblinking gaze suggests deep thought process, difficulty processing visual images, or sudden brain damage."

"Do you have to be here?" Nalrond asked.

"Of course not." Kalla moved to a different corner.

"I meant in my room. With me. While I get ready for the procedure."

"I don't have to but I want to." Kalla spoke like she was talking to a small child. "The subject is sighing, showing minor signs of emotional distress, probably due to the approaching of the scheduled procedure.

"He is the last of his species and in the case of his passing, his tribe's legacy would be lost with him. A tragic eventuality that makes his sacrifice in the name of science admirable. Even though he might be only remembered for his failure, he won't be forgotten.

"He is now briskly walking toward the door, probably to finish saying his farew-" As Kalla followed him, she was hit on the nose by the door that Nalrond slammed on his way out.

She had managed to upset him with her rude words and the worst part was that everything the Wight had said was true. More than the concrete chance of losing his life, it was the idea of leaving no legacy behind that scared him.

His obsession with finding a cure for his condition had prevented him from having a child. Even worse, his unwillingness to share the secrets of his people with someone outside the Rezar bloodline had caused him to never train a proper heir or even have a disciple.

'If I were to die today, nothing would be left of me but the memory of a bitter man who achieved nothing his whole life. I would be forgotten in a single generation and with me my entire tribe.' Nalrond's mouth said his goodbyes to Selia, Protector, and their kids, but his mind was elsewhere.

'The only person alive who'd have more than generic knowledge of my people is Acala, cursed be his name!' On the back of his head, a small voice pointed out that the Rezar culture would actually survive since Dawn was its original founder.

Yet the thought that everything that mattered to him would remain in the hands of the two people he hated the most made Nalrond so angry that if he focused on it for too long, his will to undergo the procedure wavered.

"Don't worry too much." Selia gave him her best motherly smile, trying to appear serene and give him confidence. "When Lith saved this wolfhead, he didn't have a fraction of his current skills and tools.