Supreme Magus novel Chapter 713

"Thank the gods you’re still alive." Yondra said between gasps and stuttering. The wound being cauterized had prevented her from bleeding out, but she still experienced all the pain such a wound implied.

Yet it wasn’t the tennis ball sized hole in her chest that struck Lith like a fist in the stomach, but her collapsing mana core. He refused to surrender, using Invigoration to replenish both her stamina and mana, but to no avail.

Her blue mana core kept leaking everything he gave her and was already turning cyan.

"I’m sorry. We should’ve run away like you wanted." Tears of pain and regret streamed down her cheeks while all he could do was ease the pain of her last moments.

"No, there were Flesh Golems waiting for us. The moment we Blinked they would have trapped us with their arrays. We could only fight." Lith replied.

Yondra raised her hand in an attempt to reach his cheek. Lith bent down to make things easier for her while supporting her hand with his.

"Please, tell my children that I didn’t abandon them and that my last thoughts, even this last caress was for them. Tell them that I’m sorry I could never be the mother they deserved. I wasted my life, always giving priority to the wrong things.

"In the end, I let everyone down. My family, Rainer, even you. If only I could have one more..."

Year? Chance? Breath? Lith would never know what Yondra Mefaal was about to say, nor did he care. All he cared about was that she had died in his arms, crying, after everything she had precious had been taken from her.

Not even death could make despair disappear from her eyes or face. Lith stored her corpse inside his pocket dimension before going to Morok’s side.

"Are you done playing possum?" Lith asked.

He knew that such an amount of blood was not enough to kill an Emperor Beast and when he had looked at both his fallen comrades with Life Vision, the Tyrant’s vigor wasn’t what Lith would expect from a dying man.

"Yes, and thank you for nothing, jackass. While you were playing the hero, I was working my ass to bleed enough to fool that moron without dying. I guess he mustn’t know that Tyrants have two hearts. Losing one is painful, but not lethal.

"By the way, I need food or I’ll die for real. To heal these wounds, I need energy and that fucker has stolen everything I had but my weapons." He showed Lith the two holes in the metal blades. Jiira had left them thinking that they had been damaged beyond repair.

Yet Morok only had to sheath and unsheathe them again to return them to mint condition.

’Normally, I would point out to Lith that the trick behind Morok’s apparently indestructible blades lies in their scabbards. As he told us back in the camp, they are part of his enchanted weapons, so both the mana crystals and its pseudo core are actually there.

’The blades are just an extension that can be regenerated as long as the sheaths remain intact. Yet I don’t think that Lith cares about that right now. Yondra’s death shook him quite badly.’ Solus thought.

Lith gave the Tyrant lots of foods while his mind couldn’t stop replaying Carl’s death, Nana’s death, and his own. The look in Yondra’s eyes was the same Lith had when he had looked at Carl’s corpse through the obituary glass for its identification.

The memory of his own reflection still haunted him to this day.

"Our deal his off." Were the first words Lith said once he snapped out of his own memories. "Without the wand, there’s no way out unless we rescue Phloria. She won’t leave without Quylla and neither would I.