Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3544

"Who… are... you?" Chyrsha took the first deep breath in months, her lungs free from the liquid they had drowned in until a moment ago.

"I’m Supreme Magus Verhen." Lith shapeshifted his helm away and opened his five extra eyes to prove his identity. "Rolam is okay now. I’ve sent him outside and many healers are taking care of him. You have nothing to worry about.

"I’ll have you-" Lith broke the straps binding Chyrsha’s arms and she put a hand on his mouth.

"Thank you." She gasped, clenching her teeth in a desperate effort. "Please, tell him-"

The last spark of blood-red mana in Chyrsha’s core died out and so did she. Her head fell and her body slumped forward.

Chyrsha of Zeska died of relief in Lith’s arms.

Her tortured body had long outlived itself and kept going on thanks to sheer willpower.

Lith knew Chyrsha was beyond saving the moment he had examined her, yet he had allowed himself to hope. To hope that after years of practice and countless hours spent training, he was strong enough to make the difference.

Strong enough to save just one more life.

Chyrsha’s body had been too weak to deliver her final message to Rolam but her soul had lingered enough to tell Lith everything she needed to say before moving on.

Lith saw her memories as a young woman when the local healer of Zeska told Chyrsha that she would never have children. Lith heard her cries and experienced her despair after she realized that no normal job would earn her enough money for the procedure.

Everything changed the day someone left a wicker basket outside her door. Inside there was a baby boy wrapped in a warm wool blanket and nothing else.

Chyrsha had thanked the gods for their mercy and adopted the baby as her own. She had named him Rolam, which meant blessing, because he was the only blessing she had ever prayed to receive.

Mother and son led a simple but happy life in Zeska until the War of the Griffons. Chyrsha never trusted Thrud’s sweet words and escaped at the first opportunity, afraid that her son would become another victim of the Mad Queen’s experiments just because Chyrsha was poor.

She had come to Kophar, where she had started a new life, hoping to be safe. Chyrsha had endured the fear and coldness of her neighbors. They thought her a spy and showed her no kindness.

Chyrsha ignored them and worked hard to give Rolam a roof over his head and food on his plate. Then, Kugoh’s thugs had come and the nightmare had begun. Continue your adventure with freewebnovel

Lith experienced Chyrsha’s suffering, her days of agony and worry as she struggled to keep her baby boy, her miracle baby as she called him, alive for just one second longer.

Lith felt her relief and joy upon seeing the face of her savior. Upon Chyrsha realizing that her suffering was finally over.

His body tensed like steel as his own memories flashed in front of his eyes. Carl’s corpse on the metal stretcher of the Morgue. Raaz’s maimed body on Hogum’s dinner table. Phloria dying in his arms. Elina lying in bed after the attack.

Lith’s emotions stirred, his rage burned, and his old wounds ached like they had never healed. He took everything and sealed it deep inside of him. Everything still seethed but the lid was closed, letting it simmer.

Lith took another deep breath and a violent blast of Origin Flames flooded the room. The Knight Guard’s members raised their arms to protect themselves but the fire was cold to the touch.