"It's brilliant!" Solus had sparkles in her eyes, pondering how she could to do the same for the Fury.
"Please, forgive me, Solus. I've learned from my own crimes." Bytra was afraid that the revelation would trigger another panic attack, but Solus remained calm.
"Thanks for the apology, but you have no need to. It wasn't you." Every word was like pulling teeth. "Feel free to share the method with me, if it makes you feel better."
Zoreth furrowed her brows at the blatant exploitation of the Raiju's guilt but Bytra didn't seem to notice and if she did, she didn't care.
"I would love to, but I didn't do everything by myself. I had the idea but the spell is Tezka's. See?" She pointed at the violet dimensional crystal that was now studded on the head of the Absolution.
'Too bad.' Solus inwardly sighed. 'I bet that this has aroused every nerd instinct in your body.' She said via the mind link with a chuckle.
'How is that?' Lith asked in confusion.
'Are you telling me that all that "Whoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor" didn't cross your mind? Not even for an instant?'
'Please, that's lame. There's only one Thor for me.' The thunder god of Lith's childhood had long red hair and beard, wore enchanted metal gloves, and a belt doubling his strength.
His hammer had a short handle due to sabotage during the Forgemastering process and its powers came from the owner, not the other way around.
'Still, it's a good idea to protect the Fury. We'll have to add it to Friya's to-do list. By the way, is it me or isn't just Zoreth's and Bytra's equipment that got stronger?'
'I don't know.' Solus replied. 'They wear a cloaking ring that shields both their cores and life forces. It's inferior to those guys' armor but more than enough to jumble mana sense's readings.'
'Dammit, we need to know if Vastor is getting closer to fusing their life essences like we did for Nalrond. I could try using Invigoration, but Zoreth was once an Awakened and she knows how having foreign mana flowing inside you feels.' Lith inwardly grumbled.
'Or, and I know it sounds crazy, you could ask her.' Solus' thought oozed sarcasm. 'Zoreth considers herself your sister, she is Elysia's godmother, and she's the one who bought our ticket to this fair. Why do you keep treating her like an enemy?'
'A rival. There's a difference.' Lith countered soberly. 'Still, you are right.'
"Is it me, or have both you and your equipment had quite the makeover?" Lith asked.
"It's not you." Zoreth smiled and ruffled Lith's hair. "But let's talk about this later. The children are coming." She pointed with her thumb at the members of the Hand of Fate.
"Nice to meet you." The white tiger sounded more fake than a three-dollar bill. "My name is Strider the Zouwu, of the Emperor Beast Yi dynasty." He offered his hand with his claws still extended.
"Not to be rude, but I've never seen one of your kind or even heard about their existence before." Lith shook it drily while taking a good look at his reluctant ally now that the white tiger stood still.
He had long curved horns coming out of his forehead and tusks from the sides of his mouth. What Lith had earlier mistaken for frills of the Zouwu's armor were small proto-feathered wings on Strider's elbows and knees.
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