Supreme Magus novel Chapter 916

Chapter 916 Blood Ties Part 2

Lith froze, staring at Marth with his eyes wide open before Vastor’s voice forced him to turn around.

"I have to agree with Marth. If only we caught the disease earlier or if the child could survive even a few months after birth, then there would be a flimsy chance of success, but as it is, there’s nothing we could do." Vastor wiped a lonely tear from his eye.

Age had made him softer in more than one way. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

"Quylla?" Lith’s voice was so thin that it was barely audible.

"Professor Vastor is right, Lith." Quylla shook her head. "To not negatively affect the mother and the other children, it would take months of therapy. After birth, even with a dozen Healers providing the baby with life force, he can’t live without lungs.

"If we cure him fast enough to allow the child to breathe, his body will die because of the excessive stress the procedure requires. If we take it slow, he will simply choke to death."

Lith’s knees buckled and it was only thanks to his friends that he managed to sit on the porch instead of falling to the ground.

"This is in no way anyone’s fault." Marth said. "You and Tista couldn’t predict this would happen. Heck, no one could. Diagnosing a fetus is already hard because of the link with the mother, but triplets is a mess.

"To make matters worse, the lungs form late and the disease has progressed at an uncanny speed. Unless one cast Scanner on a daily basis, it was impossible to spot the Strangler in time."

"I’m sorry for your loss." Vastor opened a Warp Steps and disappeared, quickly followed by Marth.

Quylla would have done the same, but Lith was refusing to let go of her hand.

"I’m terrible as a grief counselor and if I stay here one more minute, Rena is bound to hear me crying." She said.

Just like the two Professors, Quylla wasn’t eager to leave out of indifference, but because she knew that nothing she could say would make Lith feel better. As Healers, they dealt with death on a daily basis.

Losing a patient was a feeling they had grown numb to, but when it happened to one of their own it was still as bad as the first time. It reminded them of their mortality and made them want to spend more time with their own families.

"Good, because I don’t need a grief counselor. The reason why I kept you here is that you’re more than a genius Healer. You’re a genius Healer who knows who I really am." Lith’s eyes were focused again and his voice was firm.

"I don’t see how being a hybrid might help your sister. Sure, casting silent magic is a nice advantage over us humans, but our spells still follow the same principle. I’ve known you long enough to recognize your ’I’ve got a plan’ face, but you can’t outsmart a disease." Quylla said.

"Maybe and maybe not. To succeed I need more information on the Strangler and four Healers. I know just the place where I can get both." Without letting Quylla’s hand go, Lith opened a Warp Gate while announcing his arrival via the communication amulet.

The exit point led them inside Faluel’s lair. The Hydra was intrigued by the sudden call for help and had prepared several spells to face whoever had dared defy her authority in her own turf.

A single young woman yelping in fear and awe at the sight of her majestic body wasn’t how Faluel had pictured the Council’s goons. On top of that, the unknown woman wasn’t even an Awakened.