Supreme Magus - Chapter 736

Chapter 736: 736
Xenagrosh had been horrified discovering that performing just one more breath would have crippled her troll half, forcing her back to be just an Eldritch Abomination in a matter of a few decades .

The Master had used all of their skills to save her and forbidden her to use them in such a mindless way . Once she had recovered, Xenagrosh had then being forced to learn tier five light magic to keep her own life force in check .

After that, she had spent all of her time as Bytra's furnace, gaining the Raiju's eternal gratitude and the mockery of her peers . For a several centuries-old being feeling ignorant first, falling ill, and finally being a laughingstock was far from a pleasant experience .

"Is it good?" Xenagrosh asked .

"You tell me . " Bytra handed her what looked like a set of dragon claws . "I made it so that you can use it in both your human and dragon form . They will grow in size with you . "

The silvery glove had six purple magic crystals embedded on its surface, one for each finger and one in the middle of its backhand . It shone so brightly that Xenagrosh could hardly believe it wasn't made out of pure Adamant .

As soon as she imprinted it with her mana, she could feel its several enchantments pulsing at her fingertips .

"Father of Dragons! This thing is better than my prized Adamant blade . " Xenagrosh said .

"That's the best compliment I could hope for . " Bytra giggled like a little girl . "Where did you find it?"



"I bought it from a Forgemaster for the price of a small kingdom 800 years ago . "

"Well, then it's normal . " Bytra said, turning gloom . "Back then runes were highly inefficient and if the Adamant hadn't been purified, it's likely to be crap . "

Xenagrosh wasn't stingy, but hearing her most powerful weapon, with which she had slain countless Awakened ones being called a piece of crap hurt her wallet deeply .

"I have a question . Even though I've recovered most of my abilities, I still can't use Invigoration, Accumulation, and not even Life Vision . Is there something wrong with me?" Bytra asked .

"No, I'm in your same boat and I've got no idea how to fix this . " Xenagrosh sighed . "How long before you can work on good stuff like Adamant and Davross?"

"Depends . How long before you can purify them instead of just melting them or even worse vaporize them?" Bytra replied .

"Oh, fuck me sideways! Again with this crap? Seriously, sister, we need a break . "

"But the Master said…" Bytra wasn't really interested in following orders, but after longing her Forge for centuries, she would use any excuse to practice her art .



"The Master can go fuck themselves for all I care . You keep crafting weapons for us hybrids, we must nip the rebellion in the bud . I'll search for a solution to our common problem . " Xenagrosh was tired of studying and learning about her new abilities .

The problem of having evolved was that she knew nothing about her new self, making her feel like a child again . With it, fear had returned . Back when Xenagrosh was just a Wyrmling, she had given up on her dragon half to avoid the hassle it implied .

Then, when she had later tried to achieve a purple core, she had failed miserably and had become an Abomination . Xenagrosh was afraid because the past she had run away from for centuries was finally catching up with her .

'I'm a fucking dragon again and I've to study again . This doesn't bode well . What if I fail? I've always failed in everything I did . The Master considers us Eldritchs to be the top of the evolutionary scale, but to me, we're just the kings of losers .

'We've lost our bodies, our Awakened powers, and even Mogar has turned its back to us . I hoped to never have to do this again, but if there's something that I've learned after spending decades with the Master, is that there's nothing wrong with asking for help . '

Xenagrosh flew for hundreds of kilometers until she found a small island in the middle of the ocean . Then, she cast all of her best arrays to prevent anyone from following her signal or pinpointing her position .

Only then did she take her communication amulet out of her omni pocket . What Lith called 'pocket dimension' was referred to by other creatures as an omni pocket .



Unlike common dimensional items, once someone had imprinted an omni pocket, they could access their storage dimension even though they didn't carry it on them . It made their owner unpredictable and usually only ancient, powerful beings like Xenagrosh had one .

They were so rare that even Xenagrosh had not found nor bought her own . It was her coming of age gift, the only thing she had left from her past together with her amulet . Her eyes became watery when she saw that only a handful of communication runes were left .

Her mother's had disappeared first, then her friends, and even some of her siblings . She hadn't used her human amulet for centuries, too many memories were linked to it .

She activated the first rune she had ever imprinted it with, which belonged to the one who had gifted the amulet to her, along with her omni pocket .

"Hi, Dad . It's me, Zoreth . How are you?"

"Sugar plum, you're alive! You've no idea how many times I've attempted to call you over the years . " Leegaain said . He hadn't heard from Zoreth in a long, long time . She was one of his firstborn and Leegaain considered her to be one of the biggest failures of his life .

She had rejected his legacy first and then his teachings, walking a path of self-destruction before breaking her mother's heart .

***

Commander Berion's Office, City of Belius .

"I've already listened to the reports of all the survivors of Kulah, at least to those which make any sense, except for yours, the Ernas's, and Ranger Verhen's . " Commander Berion said, drumming his fingers over his desk .

He was a man in his early thirties, standing 1 . 8 (5'11") meters tall with pitch-black hair and eyes . His pale blue uniform could barely contain his muscular body, giving to each of his movements an impression of strength .

In front of him sat Morok Eari, the Ranger ranked first among the veterans and ready to get honorably discharged to return to civilian life .

"You are the one who fought by Verhen's side the most and you're the only one who didn't get himself captured or killed . Hence your report is of the utmost importance for both evaluating Ranger Verhen's worth and the danger that Kulah posed to the Kingdom . "

Morok told Berion his side of the story . Omitting parts like his nature as a Tyrant Emperor Beast, Lith's secrets, and Quylla getting the drop on him by kicking him in the nuts, of course .

"My final conclusions are as follows: all the Odi ruins should be classified as danger zones . We got this close to having those madmen infiltrate our country and I doubt that anyone would have noticed until it was too late .

"As for Ranger Verhen, the earlier reports about him greatly underestimate his talents . I've seen him destroying Golems stronger than anything I've ever faced before as if he was squatting flies .

"Don't get me wrong, he bleeds just like you and me, plus a well-planned ambush can put him in a corner . Yet give him one bit of advantage and he'll turn it into a kilometer . Also, at the cost of sounding repetitive, Golems!"