Supreme Magus novel Chapter 936

Chapter 936 Friends and Enemies Part 2

"When Dawn comes back for her revenge, call me and I’ll come to your aid. You’ll get rid of her forever and I’ll get my omni pocket. Everybody wins." Xedros said.

"You want to merge with Dawn? Do you realize what does it mean?" Lith was flabbergasted.

"It means acquiring endless power, millennia of knowledge and resources. Do not fret. If Mogar considered Dawn a threat, she wouldn’t have survived inside the Fringe for so long. Humans fear cursed objects because they have both weak minds and bodies.

"I’m older than any of them will ever be and I’ve trained my willpower through centuries of magical practice. There’s not a single speck of weakness in my whole being." Xedros said.

’No humility either.’ Lith thought.

"Fine by me. If Dawn shows up, I’ll call you. Same in the case I find that hybrid again." Lith’s answer pleased the Wyvern, who in exchange offered his help with the Council.

Lith left first, resuming his patrol and hoping the three months of military service he had left would pass uneventfully.

***

Blood Desert, Forgotten Plume tribe, the same month when Lith’s leave took place.

Winter was a meaningless word for the people living in the desert. The climate was always hot, clouds were nigh non-existent, and they would see snow only as pictures in illustrated books.

Like all of the desert tribes, the Forgotten Plume was nomadic. They were forced to relocate periodically to let the oases refill and follow the animals that represented their main source of food.

No one besides Overlord Salaark, her fake Awakened, the Feathers, and the merchants they traded with knew the position of each tribe. Moreover, the Blood Desert was the largest of the three great countries.

Those two factors made unexpected guests something more fabled than snow itself.

That day, however, a lonely figure came walking and puffing as he crossed one dune after another, visible for kilometers thanks to his white robes shining under the sun akin to a precious gem.

The children of the village spotted him first and alerted their parents. Even though Salaark and her fake Awakened kept the desert at peace, criminals still existed. Sometimes a small tribe of marauders would follow a migrating village and attack it the moment its Feather would leave.

On top of that, the people of the Forgotten Plume tribe were wary of strangers because their Feather was one of the most wanted men of the Griffon Kingdom, Ilyum Balkor.

The alarm bell resounded the second after a small boy pointed his finger at the approaching figure dressed in white and gold.

"What in the Great Mother’s name is happening?" Balkor walked out of his tent with a cruel smile already on his lips.

"Who could be mad enough to attack my tribe knowing that I’m here and that Salaark can join me any second?" A wave of the god of death’s hand bent the light, allowing him to see the intruder as if they were mere centimeters away.

"Me and my big mouth." He cursed. "Evacuate the village and reach the first safe point. I won’t allow them to harm a single one of you, but I need to buy time until the Overlord arrives."