Supreme Magus novel Chapter 282

Saying that the attic was furnished would have been an understatement. Tapestry, carpets, even the chair the man was sitting on were embedded with precious gemstones the size of a nut.

Piles of coins and jewels were laying in random spots of the room as if a creature composed of living gold had a tour of the place while having a bad case of diarrhea.

A magic eight pointed star inscribed in a circle made of pure white energy encompassed the whole room. At each extremity of the star, there was a small altar made of white marble.

The surface of the altars was covered with runes that Red and Lith both would easily recognize as the same light magic runes that were empowering the array below their feet, if only they managed to take a single glance at them.

If they did, they would have also noticed that on some of the altars there were dried up bodies, while the others had their pristine white surface tainted by an ashen powder. All the corpses were dried up like they had been dead for quite some time. _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

Not even the fact that the body on the altar right in front of them was rapidly collapsing on itself, like it was a closed paper cup being sucked with a straw could make any member of the unit take their eyes off their unwanted host.

The man literally sitting in the middle of that mess was on paper the embodiment of perfection. 1.9 meters (6’3") high, with black hair of such a light shade to almost seem blue. His clear blue eyes were rested on a face that seemed to have been carved out by an artist in love with their own creation.

His muscular body almost bulged out of his tacky clothes, like he could tear them up simply by taking a deep breath.

Yet no man of the unit felt the tiniest tinge of envy nor any woman thought about anything outside pointing their weapons at him and fire them at will.

He was too perfect to be natural. Each piece composing his body was flawless, but more than a person, he seemed like a patchwork of different humans assembled together. There was no harmony in his features.

’That guy looks like the handsome brother of Frankenstein’s monster.’ Lith thought.

After a split second of stupor due to the teleportation array, Captain Yerna pointed her wand at the man, quickly followed by all the members of the unit. They didn’t give orders or made demands, they simply shoot a barrage of fire, ice, and lightning bolts until the man was turned into an half charred half frozen corpse and the chair into a bunch of golden splinters.

’I have bad news and I have worse news.’ Now that they were inside the array, its mystical energies didn’t impede Solus’s senses anymore. With everyone busy and Red scared out of his wits, Lith was free to use his skills to get a grasp of the current situation.

’I think I know what this array does.’ Solus explained while Lith used Invigoration on the array and Life Vision on the man.

’It’s filled to the brim with powerful energies, yet none of them belong to the unnatural man. My mana and life sense perceive at least nine different signatures currently coursing through the array. I think they belonged to the people on the altars.’

The unnatural man was lying on the floor, but no one managed to relax. Despite its owner death, the light dome was still on.

Seargent Khran tried to open the door, but the array also worked as a barrier, pushing him back with a jolt of light. Khran yelped in pain, the contact had badly burned his hands.

"Who the heck was that guy? How do we get out of here?" He cursed.

"Is, not was." Lith pointed at the body on the floor. "He is still alive and well." He could see how even after so many attacks, the body’s life force was as strong as before.