Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3615

"You thought wrong." Nalrond cut him short. "I've almost lost the woman I love because of you. The least you can do is shut up and answer my questions."

Salman opened his mouth but immediately closed it without saying anything. Then, he lowered his gaze and waited.

"How did you survive Dawn's attack?" Nalrond asked.

"Please, don't make me relive that nightmare." Salman went pale at the memory, his body became covered in sweat.

"How did you survive?" A violet aura burst out of Nalrond's body, replacing Salman's fear of the past with a more immediate concern.

"Your fiancée, Ishil, took charge of us weaklings and had us helping those too young or old to fight to evacuate the village." Salman's voice became hoarse and his eyes watery as if he was back in the Rezar's village on the day Dawn escaped.

The smoke and blinding light conjured by his memory were no less real than Faluel's lair to him, assaulting his senses through his trauma.

"Your father, Nakaro, I saw him only for a moment. He charged at Dawn with the rest of the veteran warriors. He wasn't like me. He didn't hesitate one second, he just yelled Ishil to hurry up and bring everyone to safety."

Salman stared at his hands as they shapeshifted nonstop from human to Rezar. No matter their form, he was disgusted by his own helplessness.

"Then, Dawn attacked." The Rezar swallowed hard, his whole body curled up in a ball of scales in fear. "I don't know what it was. I've never seen a spell like that, and I hope never to see it again.

"She became a goddess of light, and the sun seemed to have descended from the sky to do her bidding. She wrapped the veterans in limbs of light and fire. She consumed our elite guards in her darkness.

"All while laughing. She never stopped laughing. I can still hear her." Nalrond recognized the Daybreak spell from the description but remained silent, nodding for Salman to continue.

"Then, she saw us weaklings Warping toward the borders of the Fringe. I swear it to the gods, Nalrond, I stayed behind. I let the women, the elders, and the children go first, but it didn't matter.

"Dawn just extended her hand, like this, and the sun was upon us. We burned, Nalrond. No matter what side of the Warp Steps we were, we all burned the same."

"Then how the fuck are you still alive?" Nalrond asked through clenched teeth, his voice a low snarl.

"Because of this." Salman took his shirt off and turned around, revealing an old burn scar that covered most of his back. "We first burned as Rezars, and when our bodies couldn't take it anymore, we shapeshifted back into humans."

Rezars had two different and almost separate life forces. The wounds inflicted upon one weren't passed onto the other, giving them a thin lifeline in case of emergency.

"I'm a weak mage, Nalrond, but my body is strong. While old, small, and thin human bodies burned, I endured by turning around like a coward at the last second. I was burned to a crips, but life fusion kept me alive.

"Dawn smelled the burnt flesh, saw the charred bodies in the distance, and didn't bother with a second shot. I hid under the corpses and refused to heal my wounds, using darkness fusion to dull the pain.

"I lay there until she was gone, Nalrond. I had to listen to the people I knew all my life fighting and dying, knowing that I was too cowardly to help them. Once the noise stopped, I Warped to the edges of the village and left.