"I need a baseline." Lady Ernas replied. "You don't have Yggdrasill wood fused with your body, but by studying your physiology I can save a lot of time. When I get my hands on the Chronicler, I'll have to examine solely the parts where he differs from a normal elf to be able to do my job."
"What job?" Aalejah asked
"You are about to find out. You are also not going to like it." Jirni's voice was soft and motherly, but there was something in her matter-of-fact tone that gave Aalejah the creeps.
"What's next?" Crevan asked.
"The plan is quite simple." Lith replied. "I'm going to hurt this guy so bad that when we remove the dimensional seal, the World Tree will be overwhelmed by the sudden agony they'll experience through their bond with the Chronicler.
"This way, I will be able to sense Solus' presence via my Divine Beast side, and at that point, I'll leave the Chronicler in Jirni's hands while I fly to the nearest entrance to the Fringe with the rest of my forces."
"And what are our respective roles supposed to be?" Friya asked.
"Once I leave, I need you to keep the Chronicler from doing anything that could harm your mother or lead to his escape. Quylla, your duty is to keep him alive and conscious at all costs. No matter how badly Jirni hurts him, he must remain awake.
"The constant pain will keep the World Tree from hiding the entrance to the Fringe to my homing instinct until we get there and throw them off their game once we get in. I'm entrusting half of the battle to you three and you have to play your part to perfection or the mission will fail before it even starts."
"That's horrible!" Aalejah shuddered at the thought and tried to shake Jirni's hands off her arm.
"That's brilliant." Jirni held onto the elf with an iron grip. "You are staging a telepathic and physical attack at the same time."
"This way, instead, she is taking no part in my private war. Grandma is just offering me and my allies a place to stay. Also, this is a personal matter and I want to deal with it with a hands-on approach." Lith clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles popped.
"That's why we haven't moved from the Blood Desert." Lith nodded at Jirni and ignored Aalejah's remark. "Even if the Yggdrasill sends someone to stop you, they'll have to deal with Grandma's guards first. Not to mention it would be an act of war."
"Wait a second." Tezka said. "If it's pain you need, why don't we just throw this bastard inside the little sparrow's Pits of Agony? That accursed place prevents its victims from dying and inflicts them with inhuman suffering. There's no need for us."
"Yes, there is." Lith shook his head. "Don't forget the Guardians' no-intervention policy. Grandma lending me the Pits of Agony for a Chronicler who did nothing to her would violate her rules.
"This way, instead, she is taking no part in my private war. Grandma is just offering me and my allies a place to stay. Also, this is a personal matter and I want to deal with it with a hands-on approach." Lith clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles popped.
"Tezka, you and I are going to deal with the elf and force him to use all of his tricks until he has none left. Once we leave, Friya will know what to expect and take our place."
The Suneater was about to ask how she could fill such big shoes alone when he remembered that her hair bore all seven elemental streaks.
'I had almost forgotten that she is a dimensional mage with full elemental affinity. The kid is going a long way.' Tezka had never learned Domination himself but in his long life, he had faced multiple opponents that had used it against him once cornered.
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