Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3383

The hole Phloria’s death had left in Lith’s heart had become smaller over time but there was no way to fill it. Phloria had a special place in his mind, right beside Carl among the people Lith believed to have failed.

"Here we are." Quylla cleared her throat and opened a heavy, enchanted double door that separated the magical labs from the rest of the house.

The hardwood was studded with Adamant plates filled with magical runes and white crystals that powered the various enchantments.

A long corridor separated Quylla’s quarters from Morok’s, ensuring their insulation. A single line of gold-veined white marble bricks traced the border between the two magical labs. Stay connected via freewebnovel

Without such precautions, unleashing different kinds of powerful energy at the same time might have had disastrous consequences.

"The sad part is that this is the smallest wing and yet it costs much more than the rest of the house." Being born a poor orphan, Quylla hated spending money almost as much as Lith. "I envy your tower so much."

"I’ll take it as a compliment." Solus nodded.

Quylla knocked on the closed door before entering. She didn’t want to startle Morok and the others in the middle of an experiment and risk someone getting injured.

"Come in." Morok’s voice was transmitted by one of the door’s many enchantments.

Lith and Solus found Morok, Ryla, and Garrik sitting in a circle with their hands joined. They were in their real forms, each one of them with their six eyes open. Ryla activated one of her elemental powers at a time and then passed it on to the others.

"Stop training, you oaf." Quylla said. "We have guests, and they didn’t come here to watch you practice."

"We’re almost done." Morok’s and Garrik’s fangs were clenched in effort, the light in their red eyes flickered as it became dimmer.

Morok failed first, the mystical red fire went out and he started to pant heavily. Garrik lasted a bit longer but was also much more tired.

"What’s this smell?" Solus sniffed an unknown pungent scent.

"Sweat." Ryla cleaned her son and the Tyrant with a pulse of darkness magic. "This is harder than it seems."

"Uncle Lith! How are Aran and Leria?" Garrik’s eyes lit up and he tried to stand up from the floor but his knees failed him.

"Not so fast, young man." Quylla helped him to sit back safely and then handed him a glass of fresh juice and some cookies. "You need to regain your strength."

"What about me?" Morok grumbled.

"Not so fast, old man." She gave him a sweater and a walking stick. "You don’t want to catch a cold."

Morok glared at her until Quylla burst out laughing.

"I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist." She gave him a sweet kiss before handing him honeyed tea and his favorite snacks.

"Thanks. I needed some sugar." Morok winked at her before taking the food. "How are you doing, guys?"

"That should be my question." Lith replied. "I have missed quite a lot of practice sessions. To answer you, though, I’m fine. Better than ever."

Lith told them about his recovery and the changes in Death Vision.

"Nice." Morok patted Lith’s shoulder while eating. "If it’s of any consolation, I’ve made little to no progress. Watch."