Supreme Magus novel Chapter 927

Chapter 927 Ruin and War Part 1

"You know, Lith, back when I crafted Ruin, there was a reason for its name. Wherever you go, shit happens and people die, yet you always thrive. The Kingdom almost gets destroyed by a plague and you get rich.

"The academies almost fall because of Balkor first and Nalear later, yet you survive and everyone makes a hero out of you. No matter if the shit rains or pours, you always come on top, fresh like a daisy.

"Back then, I considered you a scourge, someone who destroys everything he touches, the harbinger of Ruin. Hence the sword." Orion sat back on his chair, his voice was now calm.

"How dare you say such cruel things to my son? I thought we were friends!" Raaz stood up in outrage. Orion could probably break him in half with only one hand, but what stopped Raaz from jumping at his throat was their bond, not fear.

"We are, Raaz. I’m sorry, but those were my thoughts back then. I was angry about what had happened to my baby girls and I was looking for someone to blame. It took me a while to realize that no one is at fault but the goddamn Odi and the twice goddamned power games of the Royal Court.

"Lith isn’t bad luck. Whoever says that is envious, scared, or both. Your son is neither a monster or a hero, just a survivor. Living for too long in peaceful times makes people forget how the lives of those like me and Lith are akin to war.

"War does not determine who is right. Only who is left. Your new sword will ensure that no matter the situation you are in, Lith, you’ll be the last man standing." Orion pushed War toward Lith, who hesitated for a second before imprinting it with his mana.

The grip of the blade reacted to the imprint by shapeshifting its surface into small spikes that prickled even Lith’s hardened skin and made him bleed. The grip sucked the blood along with the mana and then the entire sword started to change.

The red droplets flowed through the metal, activating the pseudo core and revealing the runes hidden under the silvery surface. The blade turned crimson while the hilt blackened and the guard shapeshifted from a simple cross into upward hooks.

The round pommel turned into a spike while the blade became wider and the runes rearranged themselves along its surface before becoming invisible again.

The entire process lasted barely a second, yet once it was over, the only thing unchanged about War’s appearance was the position of the mana crystals aligned on its fuller.

"What the heck?" Lith said after noticing that the wounds on his hand were already healed.

"War is not like any other sword." Orion said. "It changes its appearance to match its user and doesn’t tolerate being wielded by anyone else. The enchantments I’ve imbued it with and the Adamant of the blade allow War to always find both its marks and its master, but beware.

"Never leave it around because the safety protocols don’t discriminate between friends and foes. Never unsheathe War unless you plan on using it, because it will refuse to return to its scabbard until it draws blood."

"What scabbard?" Raaz stared at the blade in awe, yet his feelings turned into horror when he noticed that War was exuding a red liquid that engulfed the blade before turning solid.

"Are you sure you’re not going to get in trouble for this?" Lith asked.

"Damn sure. Not even I knew what War would look like after you imprinted it. Only three people know about its existence and all of them are in this room right now. Now let’s go back to the Ballroom before my missus starts to wonder what the heck we are plotting." Orion said.