Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3442

Chapter 3442 Dominant Side (Part 1)

"What's the meaning of this?" Menadion asked. "I don't remember ever having a cult."

"I wish I know." Bhaz was as surprised as her while Cyrra looked at the Forgemasters like they had lost their minds.

"We are not a cult!" Pharo Blackroot, a Redcap, said. "You are a legend, First Ruler Menadion. You built your tower, the legendary set that carries your name, and you are the mother of modern fake and Awakened Forgemastery both.

"Meeting you is a dream that none of us ever believed would come true. Yet here you are, Master Menadion."

"I'm not your master." Ripha didn't know whether to feel flattered or creeped out by such unconditional devotion.

"In a way, you are." Barham the Wyvern said. "We can see far because we stand on the shoulders of giants and you are the first and greatest among those giants. We are all students of your teachings which makes you our master. Please, let me help you.

The Wyvern tried to pull Menadion's seat for her and the rest of the Forgemasters tried to beat him to the punch. Before Ripha could say anything, the room almost devolved into a brawl about who deserved the honor of serving water and steaming delicacies. "Enough!" Almost because Bhaz's roar put a stop to their antics. "Cease your antics and go back to your seats. The purpose of your presence is to act as representatives of the Awakened Council and reassure our guests of our sincerity, not make us look like a bunch of madmen."

The Forgemasters stared at the Dawn King in hatred and soon the build-up of mana from their spells became clear even to those without Life Vision.

"He's right." Menadion said. "Please, go back to your seats."

The violent auras burst like a soap bubble as the Awakened obeyed like a meek flock of sheep.

"Do you want to go first or I do?" Bahz asked, having a hard time hiding the

embarrassment of being so blatantly disrespected in his own home by the people he had hired.

"I'll start, if you don't mind." Lith said and the Dawn King nodded for him to continue. "The reason I contacted you is I want to know how the Undead Courts are reacting to the return of the Incontinent King and what you are planning to do about it."

"Yours is a reasonable concern." Bahz replied. "As everyone knows, the Undead Corts have long since been divided and each one of them is split into countless smaller factions driven by petty interests.

"To answer your questions, most of us are worried and a few of us are scared of your mad brother's return. No one is excited at Poopic's proposal and as far as I know, even

the Night Court's most power-hungry members have no desire to submit to him again." "Thanks for your kind words." Cyrra snarled. "I can confirm what Bahz said. My Night Court suffered the most under the Incontinent King's rule. Our numbers are at an all-time low and our resources depleted. First Poopie and then Thrud robbed us blind." "Is that the reason some of you are worried and scared?" Solus asked.

"No." Bhaz replied. "All Undead Courts are slowly recovering and now that we are united, we don't fear the Incontinent King. Or rather, we didn't. We are worried because the crystal-destruction spell proved useless.

"We are scared because of this." He tapped on the mana crystal with his hand, generating a scaled-down hologram of the fight between Othre's Night Court and Orpal's Chosen.

"I'll play it from the start and pause it at the pivotal moments. Watch carefully." The Chosen fought hard and dirty, but aside from that, there was nothing special in him. "This is when we used the crystal-destruction spell. Do you notice something we don't?" The Dawn King replayed the scene multiple times at different speeds and from different angles.