Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3403

"Undeath makes people equal. It allows a pipsqueak like Ilthin who weighs 65 kilograms (143 pounds) soaking wet to fight against dozens of tons heavy Divine Beasts.

"It gives talent and power to those who were born poor and helpless. If you don’t see it or agree with me, I don’t care." Baba Yaga took a few furious strides forward until she was alone.

Despite her age, wisdom, and power, she hated it when someone put her life work into question, especially if it came from someone she considered a friend.

It took the Mother a few deep breaths and a little introspection to calm down and walk back to Solus’ side. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

"As for your question about Night, you deserve an answer, Solus, and so does Lith." She turned to look him in the eyes. "I want you to understand me, even if you might end up considering me a monster. I want you to know there’s a reason I do what I do."

"You owe me no explanation." Lith shook his head. "Believe me, I know all too well that things are rarely black and white. Sometimes life gets so grey that everything is a blur and when you finally meet someone really good, her light blinds you."

He held Solus’ shoulder, making Ripha brim with motherly pride.

"On top of that, I don’t think you are a monster. Were you one, the Guardians wouldn’t have taken you as their apprentice. Ripha and Silverwing wouldn’t be your friends. I mean, Elphyn Menadion knew who you were and what you did and she considered you her best friend."

That remark made Solus feel guilty for doubting Baba Yaga.

"You’ve saved my friends more than once." Lith continued. "You’ve helped me and Solus every time you could. If you are a monster, then welcome to the club."

"Thanks." The Mother giggled. "But still, allow me to explain. You know that I created my Horsemen after I failed to find a solution for the unintended flaws in my children’s blood cores, correct?" She asked, and Lith nodded for her to continue.

"My three Horsemen are not just three living legacies. They are my flesh and blood no less than my Firstborns. I infused each one of them with a fraction of my essence and power to better suit their task.

"They are my assistants, my apprentices, a spark of my genius that has grown into its own person. I made them dependent on a host because just like for the undead, I didn’t want to create a master race.

"The weaknesses of my Horsemen served not only to preserve the balance but also to give them struggles and limits. They are living beings and as such they needed to overcome challenges to grow or they would have learned nothing, no matter how long they lived.

"Did my Horsemen commit atrocities? As always, in history, the answer depends on who you ask the question. Some consider my Horsemen heroes, others monsters, and a few sages. Bluntly, yes, they did bad things, mostly Dawn and Night, but no more than a tyrant or an Elder Awakened would.

"In a world where people live up to ten thousand here if not forever and can extinguish countless lives with a single spell or a royal decree, my Horsemen are just a drop in the ocean of blood that life is.