"Don't worry, Mom. Once I'm done with all that, I'd like to take it easy. You know, spending time with you, Dad, and the kids."
Aran and Leria cheered at the idea.
"What about me and the babies?" Kamila asked.
"You can tag along." Lith shrugged.
"Sounds like a plan." She nodded.
The dinner was delicious and pleasant.
After they were done eating, Lith and Solus told the story of the battle for the Fringe with the help of holograms. They kept things relatively clean to not scare the kids or their parents.
At the same time, Menadion, Baba Yaga, and Silverwing left for the mana geyser.
"How could you name your tower after yourself, Lochra?" Menadion said while taking a good look at Silverspire with Invigoration. "Not only is it a self-absorbed choice but that thing is an ugly patchwork"
"Yaga named hers after her children and Lith after my daughter. Take a page from their book and get yourself a life."
"Ha, ah! Said the woman who is so trustworthy that if you were in control of Starforge instead of Epphy, I'd have Warped my tower far, far away from here not to let you snoop at my enchantments with the Eyes."
"Calm down, Lochra. Baba Yaga said. "Ripha has a point. You also made a good one, though. Ripha, play anything funny and I'll punch you in the nose."
"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" Menadion asked.
"Until it's sincere." Silverwing grunted. "Also, I know Silverspire is ugly but we had little time for aesthetics, and without a tower, fighting the World Tree would have been suicidal. I have never forgotten my promise to you Ripha."
"I know and I thank you for that." Menadion said. "Also, thank you for coming here. There are a few things that I need to take off my chest."
To avoid being heard or recorded by Starforge's log, they entered Baba Yaga's tower. The Red Mother poured a liquor so strong that only a white core or an undead could drink without getting instantly drunk.
"Be careful, Ripha." Baba Yaga said. "I don't know how Demons work, but even though most of their organs are just for show, my Firstborns experience the same effects of inebriation when drinking my Red Moon.
"Of course, they don't slur their words or stagger since it's energy and will that move their bodies, but the danger of lowered inhibitions remains.
The liquid smelled like vodka but had the color of blood.
"I guess Lochra already tried it." Menadion said.
"Yes, and works like a charmed booze." She nodded.
"If it's dangerous, why do you even make this, Yaga?" Menadion asked.
"Because with the passing of time the emotions of an immortal become dull. We get so set in our ways and so stiff in our behavior that we don't have a stick up our asses anymore. We grow a gods-damned World Tree!" The Mother's voice was filled with self-loathing.
"The Red Moon allows me and my children to loosen up. To stop calculating every move, even what kind of bread to eat for breakfast, ten steps ahead. The Red Moon is dangerous because it makes me act stupidly, but it's only because of that I am still human."
"Is it that good?" Menadion raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
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