Supreme Magus novel Chapter 736

Xenagrosh had been horrified discovering that performing just one more breath would have crippled her troll half, forcing her back to be just an Eldritch Abomination in a matter of a few decades.

The Master had used all of their skills to save her and forbidden her to use them in such a mindless way. Once she had recovered, Xenagrosh had then being forced to learn tier five light magic to keep her own life force in check.

After that, she had spent all of her time as Bytra’s furnace, gaining the Raiju’s eternal gratitude and the mockery of her peers. For a several centuries-old being feeling ignorant first, falling ill, and finally being a laughingstock was far from a pleasant experience.

"Is it good?" Xenagrosh asked.

"You tell me." Bytra handed her what looked like a set of dragon claws. "I made it so that you can use it in both your human and dragon form. They will grow in size with you."

The silvery glove had six purple magic crystals embedded on its surface, one for each finger and one in the middle of its backhand. It shone so brightly that Xenagrosh could hardly believe it wasn’t made out of pure Adamant.

As soon as she imprinted it with her mana, she could feel its several enchantments pulsing at her fingertips.

"Father of Dragons! This thing is better than my prized Adamant blade." Xenagrosh said.

"That’s the best compliment I could hope for." Bytra giggled like a little girl. "Where did you find it?"

"I bought it from a Forgemaster for the price of a small kingdom 800 years ago."

"Well, then it’s normal." Bytra said, turning gloom. "Back then runes were highly inefficient and if the Adamant hadn’t been purified, it’s likely to be crap."

Xenagrosh wasn’t stingy, but hearing her most powerful weapon, with which she had slain countless Awakened ones being called a piece of crap hurt her wallet deeply.

"I have a question. Even though I’ve recovered most of my abilities, I still can’t use Invigoration, Accumulation, and not even Life Vision. Is there something wrong with me?" Bytra asked.

"No, I’m in your same boat and I’ve got no idea how to fix this." Xenagrosh sighed. "How long before you can work on good stuff like Adamant and Davross?"

"Depends. How long before you can purify them instead of just melting them or even worse vaporize them?" Bytra replied.

"Oh, fuck me sideways! Again with this crap? Seriously, sister, we need a break."

"But the Master said..." Bytra wasn’t really interested in following orders, but after longing her Forge for centuries, she would use any excuse to practice her art.

"The Master can go fuck themselves for all I care. You keep crafting weapons for us hybrids, we must nip the rebellion in the bud. I’ll search for a solution to our common problem." Xenagrosh was tired of studying and learning about her new abilities.

The problem of having evolved was that she knew nothing about her new self, making her feel like a child again. With it, fear had returned. Back when Xenagrosh was just a Wyrmling, she had given up on her dragon half to avoid the hassle it implied.

Then, when she had later tried to achieve a purple core, she had failed miserably and had become an Abomination. Xenagrosh was afraid because the past she had run away from for centuries was finally catching up with her.