Supreme Magus novel Chapter 477

They all backed away from the threshold, each weaving their best spells.

Manohar came flying out if his cell at breakneck speed. The prisoners’ eyes turned blue as several Warping Arrays appeared throughout the room, trying to intercept the Mad Professor.

He dodged them all by continuously changing his flight path. He stopped at the last second in front of the door, avoiding the one which appeared where he would have been if he had kept flying straight.

"I beat you again, woman." He yelled in triumph while escaping. "I knew you would try to get me once I crossed the..."

His euphoria disappeared when he noticed there was no one behind the door. The Warping array had affected an area large enough to capture Lith’s team.

"Wait, did I say stay away from the door? I meant: stay as far away as you can. Dammit. What kind of world do we live in where a kidnapped man has to rescue his rescuers?"

For a second, Manohar thought about leaving on his own, but dimensional magic was sealed again and he had no idea how to get out of what was clearly a death trap. The real deal breaker, though, was that losing his companions or a fight was the same for him.

"I never lose!" Manohar yelled while preparing all the spells he could hold before walking back in front of the prisoners.

"Round 2, lady. Ready when you are."

Thrud was amused by his spunk and more than happy to oblige. A Warp array brought him in her throne room, where they were all waiting for him. She was sitting on a perfect replica of the royal throne, sipping red wine from a glass.

The throne was made to resemble a rearing griffon. Its hind lion paws were the chair’s legs while its front eagle talons made the armrests. She had a broadsword on her lap. The blade had seven magical stones of different colors on each flat side.

The ones closest to the hilt were bright red while the ones near its tip were bright purple. A white mana crystal went straight through the center of the cross shaped hilt, pulsing in unison with the other crystals.

Every one of those present was in shock from the moment of their arrival.

’Say that again.’ Lith thought, unwilling to believe his own eyes or even Solus’s mana sense for the first time since they had met.

’That woman is insanely powerful,’ Solus repeated for the fourth time with her voice flat in astonishment. ’and her mana core is rainbow colored, whatever that means.’

Just like the artifact on her lap, Thrud’s core had every possible shade of the known mana core ranks. Arthan’s Madness wasn’t as effective as Awakening. Even though it managed to strengthen her core over the centuries, the accumulated impurities prevented Thrud’s mana core from stabilizing.

Yet that didn’t make her any less deadly.

"That’s the Sword of Saefel." Jirni’s voice was barely a whisper. She was well aware of the powers of the weapon that once belonged to the Original King, Valeron Griffon.

"No, you are wrong." Thrud replied between sips.

"This is the Sword of Arthan. My father knew that people like you lot couldn’t be trusted. That’s why during his last years he took the precaution of having both the Royal Sword and Armor extensively studied.

"That way he could leave his full legacy to his descendants after you small minded, petty peasants destroyed decades of his hard work and sacrifices." Her voice was sweet, but full of poison.

Thrud laughed at his question, like a Queen at her jester’s joke. _{frёewebηovel.cѳm}