Supreme Magus

Chapter 2540  No I in Funeral (Part 2)

”Good idea and amazing work, Lith.” Ajatar said while studying the arrays protecting Zelex and its access points. ”Iʼve already spotted the access from the surface to the south entrance and discovered how to deactivate the caveʼs protections.

”We can all enter from there without wasting time and energy with Domination and dimensional magic. We have everything we need for an extermination raid but Iʼm not confident that a peaceful resolution can be reached that easily.”

”What do you mean?” Faluel asked.

”Put yourself in their shoes. After everything theyʼve just gone through, comes a young Tyrant whoʼs much weaker than Glemos and doesnʼt even look like him.” The Drake pointed at Morokʼs multi-colored scales.

”Sure, the smell works in our favor, but what about everything else? They are bound to ask him a lot of questions like what happened to Glemos, why they have never heard about Morok, and why he didnʼt come to their rescue sooner.

”To make matters worse, heʼs going to ask them to throw all their sacrifices into the gutter and follow a complete stranger to an unknown location where he claims they will be safe. It just smells fishy.”

”I think you are right.” Faluel nodded. ”They are grief-stricken and have no reason to trust Morok. If we send him to Zelex without a foolproof plan, the monsters will treat him as a scapegoat instead of a savior.

”Theyʼll take their pent-up aggression against Glemos on Morok and kill him on the spot.”

”Even worse, if the Queen is as smart as she sounded, she might exploit the rage of her people and kill Morok just to disprove Glemosʼ divinity.” Lith pointed out. ”This way, she could finally disclose the truth and free her son and the rest of the senate from following Glemosʼ cruel dogmas.”

”Then what do we do?” Quylla asked. ”Morok is still our best shot. The monsters are never going to trust any of us. Faluel and Ajatar are as strong as Glemos but even if they shapeshift into Tyrants, their smell and life forces will give out their real identity.

”Also, they know nothing about Glemosʼ cult so they will never manage to pass for his reincarnation or something. If he has taught them a secret phrase or gesture to recognize him however appearance he took and we fail the test, we wonʼt get a second chance.”

”Let me get this straight.” Friya said. ”We need a surefire way to earn their trust and gain free access to what they consider holy ground: Glemosʼ lab. If we fail at any point, weʼll have to run away and call the Council.

”At that point, the monsters will all die, the Harmonizers will be lost forever, and if we are unlucky, theyʼll set off the self-destruction mechanism and Morokʼs legacy will be destroyed as well.”

”Correct, but thatʼs assuming that the Council doesnʼt deem Glemosʼ legacy not worth the hassle and triggers the self-destruction spell just to end things quickly without a fight.” Faluel paced around, thinking about a way to solve things without involving the Council.

”What if…” Tistaʼs idea was briefly considered and rejected. The same happened for every scenario they could think of.

No matter how rational and well-thought a plan was, at some point, there was always a critical flaw that would cause the negotiations to fail. The children of Glemos were a highly superstitious group of grief-stricken people who were in a desperate situation and had no reason to trust strangers.

Telling them the truth was out of the question while using a convenient lie would arise questions that in turn would need more lies to make sense once questioned, creating what Faluel called the Hydra effect.

”For every piece of bullshit you spout, you need to come out with two more or everything falls apart. We canʼt send Morok either because heʼs not that good a liar and wouldnʼt be capable of keeping track of everything he says.

”Everyone else would be attacked on sight, especially Lith due to his appearance. Which is a shame since he is our resident expert in straight-faced lies.”

”What if I bring him along and he suggests to me what to say?” Morok said. ”If he shapeshifts into a Tyrant, he can keep six eyes out of seven and fool them.”

”Itʼs too dangerous.” Ajatar shook his head. ”If for any reason you two get separated, youʼd be in hot water. Even a small distance would be enough to reveal the mind link and screw everything over.

”Besides, if they inspect your life forces, theyʼd discover the ruse in an instant.”

”Lith?” Protector asked after noticing that his friend was staring at the ground with an expression that he knew all too well.

It was the face that Lith assumed as a kid while calculating if the bounty of a wanted man was worth the hassle of chasing him. He was so focused that Protector needed to tap his shoulder to gain his attention.

It was then that Lith said something no one would have ever considered possible: ”I think that Morok is right. We can do it, but only if he and I work as a team.”

”If your plan is to throw me to the wolves while you reach the vault and rob them blind, count me out. Thereʼs no I in team but no I in funeral either.” The Tyrant said after noticing that Lith was measuring him up with Invigoration.

”You read my mind.” Lith patted Morokʼs shoulders as if the Tyrant had just enthusiastically agreed. ”I think I have a plan but to make it work, I need to know everything about the monstersʼ lore regarding their fall, Ajatar.”

”You can count on me. Itʼs one of my many fields of expertise.” The Drake nodded.

”Also, before wasting my and your time with a pointless lecture, let me share my plan. Iʼm pretty sure you guys are going to hate it, but if itʼs to the point that you donʼt want to put it into practice, just let me know.

”Of course, I any of you has a better idea, Iʼm open to suggestions.”

***

Underground city of Zelex, Queen Syrahʼs apartments, about one hour after Lith and Solus had left the senate palace.

The rites of passage hadnʼt lasted long. Each member of the senate had barely taken one minute to entrust their last words to their loved ones and say their goodbyes. Any longer and their determination would have faltered.

Syrah would have liked to have days to recover from the trauma of losing her husband of robbing her own child of his childhood on the same day. Sadly, time and food were two resources that the inhabitants of Zelex had in short supply even before Glemosʼ disappearance.

After the ceremony had ended, the Queen had gone to snap the Hati of their grieving and informed them that now it was her they had to supply with their mana and life force until Xagra became an adult.

She could have done it via the hive mind that the members of the warg race shared, but Syrah preferred to do it in person and lead by example. She couldnʼt let them mourn and weep more than she could let herself.

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