Supreme Magus novel Chapter 962

Chapter 962 The Enemy Within Part 2

"Arthan’s Madness?" Lith’s shock didn’t stop him from putting together the pieces of the puzzle.

"As always, Manohar was right." Vastor had finished his chants and continued in Marth’s stead, who had just begun. "Arthan’s Madness is a modified version of the Odi’s body-swapping machine with the use of modern tier five magic instead of the crap the Odi used."

"If Arthan really knew the Odi’s workings, then the light that attempted to merge with me might be an improved version of the slave device the Odi carved upon their victims’ life force." Lith completed the phrase for him.

"Exactly. It would explain why he attempted to force you to stay and how Thrud could control her army if she ever puts her hands on the Golden Griffon. We already have an Emerald Dragon at large that is likely to be enslaved.

"The Kingdom can’t afford a mage of your caliber with a clearance level as high as yours to be another Wanemyre. Now shut up and let us work." Marth snarled at the memory of Nalear’s betrayal.

The two professors worked relentlessly for over two hours, checking Lith’s life force for any kind of subtle alteration. Lith did the same, but he used Invigoration to boost his life force and Scanner to make sure it hid his hybrid nature.

His second energy signature was naturally eclipsed by the human life force, and even if one was talented enough to also perceive life forces as a melody, it was almost impossible to spot unless one knew what to look for.

"My diagnosis is that Lith’s life force is pure and unaltered." Vastor said while dabbing the sweat from his forehead. He was panting as if he had run a marathon. Despite his constant practice, body fat and age limited his stamina.

"I second your opinion." Marth sighed in relief. He was sweating as well, but unlike his colleague, he didn’t need to sit down.

"I had hoped that time and your growth spurt would have at least partially mended the cracks in your life force, but alas, I was wrong. Do they have any side effects you want to share with us?"

"No." Lith replied while watching at his two teachers with Death Vision. He had released it to gain the full focus needed to make only one life force visible and was happy to see that no one in the room was Awakened or undead.

Yet the fact that dying of old age was an unlikely end for all those present, saddened him. Marth and Vastor died in such gruesome ways that Lith was speaking to small mounds of flesh most of the time.

The Royal Guards, instead, died mostly of poison or blade wounds, filling the air with the sweet, metallic smell of blood mixed with chemical substances.

"I would clear you from all suspicions, but healing magic is different from other kinds of spells." Vastor sat on what was going to be Lith’s bed.

"It can have delayed effects so the quarantine will last a few days. Also, your cracked life force makes you more susceptible than normal to that kind of spell. Even an incomplete slave enchantment might work on you.

"We need to make sure you’re not a threat to yourself or others. Do you have any questions?"

"Yes. How long will quarantine last and will I be allowed to have visitors?" Lith asked.

"A few days, maybe a week." Marth said. "As for visitors, it can be arranged, but no direct contact will be allowed. You could speak with them through a glass."

"Why so long?"

"Actually yes." Marth took out his own and showed it to Lith. "The two disciplines have very much in common. Only blockheads like Manohar disregard all branches of magic but their own." _{fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com}