"As soon as the enemy side weakens enough, the Fringe disappears and the Guardian regains the turf advantage, can call for help, or even run away if they want." Right now, you don't even have my help, little brother." Tezka said.
"Does this change your mind?" Lith handed the Ears of Menadion to the Suneater and explained to him the terms of the deal.
Tezka smacked his lips with an excitement that was quickly quelled as he assessed the mission's slim chances of success and the even slimmer chances he would be the one to rescue the girl.
"Depends. Bytra, do you want the Ears?" The Suneater asked.
"I do." She nodded. "Think what we could achieve if we all have one. If I succeed in updating and improving the Ears like I've done with the Mouth. Zor and I are going to ask the Master to participate in the invasion with the Organization's full force."
"In this case, count me in." Tezka replied. "But even I'm not enough to fill the huge gap with a Guardian. My last fight with the little sparrow proves it."
Lith remembered how no Fringe had formed during their fight. If it was because of the Phoenixes sealing the area or Salaark hiding her real strength Lith couldn't say.
"Bytra, please go contact the Master. Yaga, please see if your Firstborns are willing to participate. With Dawn's prism embedded in their chests, daylight wouldn't be an issue." He said.
"Everyone who can call for reinforcements, please do it. The rest of us will discuss a plan to extract the information we need from the Chronicler and attack the Yggdrasill's Fringe in quick succession.
"If anyone has ideas or suggestions, they are welcome."
"I do." Quylla wringed his hands, wondering if somehow her mother had predicted a scenario like that and Quylla was about to help Jirni further her agenda. "First, let's wait for Aalejah to arrive.
"There's no point to make plans just to explain them to her and have to start over based on her input. Second, if you are fine with fighting dirty and disregarding mercy entirely, I think you know a couple of people who can be of help."
"And who might them be?" Lith asked.
"Well, you need the expertise of someone who fought on his own against an overwhelmingly more powerful opponent and that's Balkor. He doesn't have his undead anymore, but you have your demons and he could teach you a few tricks." Quylla replied.
"Also, if you want to keep the Chronicler alive for the duration of the assault to keep the World Tree off their game, you need my mother."
"I appreciate the idea, Quylla, and I'm going to call Balkor but Jirni is no mage. Putting a pregnant woman in a cell with a violet cored Awakened is too dangerous. She can't help us." Lith dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand.
"Just call her. Trust me." Quylla looked as sure of her words as she was nervous.
Lith tried to conjure his communication amulet but to no avail, again. Frustration clenched his hands as he was reminded that his pocket dimension was lost.
"Please, call her yourself and then hand me your amulet."
Jirni answered the call immediately and once Lith was done explaining her what he needed, a soft smile formed on her lips.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Supreme Magus