Supreme Magus novel Chapter 241

Scarlett too recognized the signs of a world tribulation. It reminded her of Tyris’s words, sending a cold shiver down her spine.

’Damn my bad luck. Not only am I forced to face a Guardian, but I also have to undertake a tribulation at the same time. I don’t know what the world wants from me, only that my odds of dying just doubled.

Even if Salaark doesn’t kill me, the world could if I fail. Bah, too late for hindsight!’

Scarlett set aside her fear of death and charged forward. Her body started to swell and change, doubling its size. Her fur morphed into red scales as thick as a shield and a pair of feathered wings appeared on the Scorpicore’s back.

The muzzle became a fiery slate, only her eyes remained visible. Scarlett’s mane turned into a raging purple flame, hot enough to turn sand into glass.

Salaark’s interest was piqued, but she wasn’t impressed. The changes occurring during a tribulation were merely cosmetic, pointing out the nature of the potential guardian. Alas, the Scorpicore’s strength hadn’t changed.

Scarlett weaved ten spells at once, unleashing an elemental barrage. The ground was upturned, the sand turned into spikes, attacking the Guardian from all sides. Huge hands erupted from the ground, pushing Salaark down a pit that had opened below her feet.

Scarlett’s only hope was for the combined spells to swallow and bury the Guardian long enough for her to take Balkor’s life.

A hail of lightning and ice crashed on Salaark from the skies, darkness engulfed her sapping her strength, while molten lava erupted from the trench beneath her. Salaark was unfazed. All of Scarlett’s attacks were nullified by a wave of Salaark’s hand that turned the spikes and the hands back to harmless sand, closing the pit at the same time.

White flames surrounded her body dispelling the darkness engulfing her, consuming the lightning bolts and sublimating ice.

Despite Scarlett’s best efforts, an ant would still remain an ant.

Scarlett focused all the mana she had left in one final attack. Whole dunes floated mid-air, turning into flaming black meteors the size of a two-story house. Each one of them had enough destructive power to turn a medium-sized city into a crater.

They all crushed against the Guardian, who was forced to raise both her arms to block them all. Salaark was astonished by the attacking prowess Scarlett possessed.

’What a cunning opponent. If I miss or deflect even one of these darkness imbued meteors, I bet she will redirect it toward the Forgotten Plume tribe. I can’t afford to play anymore, time to get serious!’

Salaark’s battle cry sounded like an eagle’s screech, her white aura expanded in the form of spreading wings that engulfed the surrounding area with blinding light. Any other people would believe it to be a sign that the goddess of light had descended among them.

However, the Forgotten Plume tribe knew better. They fell to their knees, their foreheads touching the sand while worshipping the Benefactor.

The white flames and the black meteors fought for a long second before the light consumed everything in its path.

Salaark looked at her own palms in surprise. Even under her human guise, she was still a phoenix and yet her arms were covered in third-degree burns, bleeding from several wounds.

"You attacked me despite knowing who I am and managed to hurt me fighting fair and square. You have earned my respect. This time I’ll let you go, but if you dare to attack me again, I will end you. Now scram!" Salaark opened a Warp Steps, shoving the exhausted Scorpicore through it.

Scarlett had barely the strength to stand, so she offered no resistance. She found herself back in the forest surrounding the White Griffon academy.

’Damn Salaark!’ She inwardly cursed. ’How can Guardians be so aloof and self-absorbed? Yet her power is far beyond mine, a second attempt would be suicidal. It’s time for me to stop wasting time with humans.

The Council is useless, the Guardians untrustworthy. If I want justice, I’ll need the power to take it with my own hands!’

***

When Lith returned to the academy, his world was still upside down. The anger stemming from Solus’s lie and the bewilderment from the breach of their absolute bond of trust fought on equal ground inside his head.

He didn’t know what to think or what to do anymore. He had stopped grieving Protector from the moment he accepted his death, before leaving house Ernas. The trip to his grave served as a mean to deal with Lith’s sense of loss and accepting his failure.

Therefore, there was nothing preventing him from resenting his so-called old friend for his manipulation. Yet it had all been so sudden that he needed time to digest the revelation.

Lith went to Phloria’s room, to return the bastard sword. She remained shocked seeing his uniform tattered. His left sleeve seemed to have been almost turned to shreds, the uniform’s self repairing magic barely managed to prevent it from falling apart.

Phloria noticed that despite all the damage the magical cloth had sustained, Lith seemed to be perfectly fine. He was without a scratch and full of energy, yet his eyes were dead. He wasn’t even looking at her but at something past her.

His voice was flat, his mind was elsewhere, in a bad place.

"Thank your father for me. This sword truly is a masterpiece." He handed it to her with both hands.

"I will." She nodded. "Has something happened? Do you need to talk?"

"Many things, but none I’m willing to share, sorry. We’ll have to postpone our date. I need some time to think alone."

The following days were the worst Lith had lived since his rebirth in the new world. Before finding Solus, he had been knee-deep in his personal hell.

His new family was alien to him, but he had managed to accept that he was some kind of monster and that he would be forced to spend his whole life pretending. His true identity, his past, weren’t something he could share.

He had come to accept that he was destined to be alone even when surrounded by people, a shadow in a world of lights. Yet finding Solus also meant finding hope. During the last eight years, he had never been truly alone. _{freёwebnovel.com}