Supreme Magus novel Chapter 544

"Four. You believe Ratpack?" He asked.

"Yes. From your description, she reminds me of an old friend of mine who passed away long ago." Lith nodded.

Then, to Zolgrish he asked: "How can he see ghosts? What kind of creature is Ratpack?"

"It would be nice if he could." The lich sighed.

"It would mean that at least he isn’t a complete failure. Ratpack is a chimera, I made him by assembling the corpses of an elf child and a Balor. Then, I used necromancy to raise the corpse as a vampire.

"He was supposed to be the ultimate being. An immortal, natural shapeshifter vampire in perfect tune with the world energy like an elf, and with a Balor’s Evil Eyes, capable of amplifying each of his spells.

"Instead he kept the build of the child and the inability to handle the world energy of the Balors. Becoming a vampire messed things up even more because neither elves nor Balors usually become undead. That’s why Ratpack is Ratpack.

"That said, ghosts do not exist. They are just a superstition, whereas undead are magical creatures, and magic is science. All undead can be killed and need to feed, but ghosts? What could they possibly eat?

"How could you destroy something that has no body? If ghosts were real, with all the people that die every day on Mogar, there would be more undead than living. Believe me, Snart, there is no return from death." The sadness in his voice surprised Lith

"Whoever she was, no matter how important she was to you, she’s gone. The sooner you accept it, the better. Ratpack is funny and loyal, but he is not the sharpest tool in the shed."

Yet Ratpack’s words triggered something inside Solus.

For a moment, she spaced out as unknown images and sounds flooded her mind. At first, she was running away from something. She had no idea what it was, but she knew that stopping or stumbling meant death.

The vegetation of the woods kept whipping her face and a few pebbles had gotten inside her sandals, hurting her feet with every step she took. Her chest felt heavy, her breath was ragged yet she didn’t dare to slow down. _{frёeωebɳovel.com}

Then she was watching the sunset together with a woman so tall that she seemed like a giant, someone she called "mom". Solus barely reached her hips, and was clinging to the woman’s hand that was much bigger than her own.

"Stop daydreaming, child." A cranky feminine voice said.

"You can’t become the next Ruler of the Flames if you don’t focus on the Forge."

"Yes, Master Menadion." Solus’s voice replied as the purple flame in front of her shattered, returning her to Zolgrish’s underground lab.

Lith shared all the fear, the love, and the admiration she felt as the fleeting memories passed, but had no idea what was causing them until she shared her visions with him.

’Are you thinking what I’m thinking?’ She asked.

’Yes. As I’ve always told you, you are a person, not a thing. No matter if you were born human, beast, or tower. The moment you gained feeling and self-awareness you were a person to me. The only real revelation is that your memories aren’t entirely lost.’ Lith replied.

They both had hoped that, since she still remembered what the complete tower looked like and the passing of time after her late master’s demise, Solus could recover part of her past together with her powers.

Yet after so many years with no sign of improvement, they had relinquished that thought. At least until that day. Now Solus could remember picking out a dress among many and the feeling of a silver hammer in her hand.