Supreme Magus novel Chapter 901

Chapter 901 Predator Versus Predator Part 1

"Verhen. Where did I hear this name again?" Dusk asked.

"He was among those who foiled our plan to take control over a World Sapling, my liege." Inxialot the Lich King, Ruler of the Kellar region for the Council of Awakened replied.

Liches didn’t actually have a king. The title was merely a consolation prize for getting the short end of the stick during the last raffle to determine who would represent the undead Awakened for Council duties.

"It’s the same funny guy I had fighting to the death in a Foul Moon ritual."

"What do you make of him?"

"A cunning, devious, untrustworthy young Awakened." Inxialot checked his diaries before answering. A brilliant man like him would write down unnecessary things so that he could afford to forget them and keep his mind busy only with the important stuff.

"He will make an excellent Lich and a fine addition to our ranks, if he survives the process, of course."

"Mogar is changing, Inxialot. Our eternal life has made us become accustomed to sitting on our asses for so long that by the time we get up we have more cobwebs than clothes covering us. We can’t afford that anymore." Dusk tapped his skeletal finger on his throne made of Davross.

He wasn’t so frivolous that he would waste the most powerful enchanted metal on Mogar for a chair. It was simply the shape that his prized equipment assumed during peaceful times.

"A lonely, downtrodden man has achieved for sixteen years what we could only dream about. Balkor kept the entirety of the Griffon Kingdom hostage, he forced the very society that chased him out to change according to his twisted beliefs.

"Not only did he refuse my little sister Night when she courted him, but he also ended up drawing the Guardians’ interest and now he works for them instead that for us. A Necromancer found us, his family, so untrustworthy to side with our enemies."

The Black Night had tried for a long time to bring Balkor in her fold, but had always failed. Just like Solus, cursed objects needed consent to bond with a host. Ilyum Balkor knew what Night was and trusted her even less than what he did the Kingdom.

Whenever she tried to lure him with promises of power, revenge, or even to give him back his family, the Lost Magus had simply struck her so hard that she ended up landing in the Gorgon Empire.

"Another loser, another pitiful not even Awakened human, in less than a decade has brought Abominations back on the path towards evolution, whereas we are still focused only on tearing each other’s throat.

"This Master brought fresh water to their pond, while ours remains stale. Is there any news concerning them?" Dusk asked.

"None." Inxialot took out another booklet before answering. He had no idea who they were talking about. "Some of their followers are more ancient than us and reacted to our inquiries with extreme prejudice."

"We need to take them out." Dusk said.

"The Mister?" Inxialot had forgotten about their unknown enemy’s name the moment his eyes had left the report.

"The Master, the Abominations, every single one of them. We have tolerated for too long those failures feeding off our prey. With Jiera gone, we can’t afford our munificence being mistaken for weakness.