Supreme Magus

Chapter 3620: A Straightforward Path (Part 1)

It was a small piece of knowledge that had cost Faluel countless tries and extensive agony to learn, but she was now sure that waiting past the three-minute mark would bring no new development, only prolong her suffering.

She cut off the extra mana flow, and the pain abated instantly. Faluel waited to feel the now familiar itch behind her eyes again before sending the mana to the secondary sunspots.

ʼGods, yes!ʼ The itching spread to the rest of her brains and then down her necks. ʼWait, why my necks? Of course! The spinal cord and the cerebellum must also play a role-ʼ

Her eyes shed blood tears while her throats tightened, making every breath a wheezing gasp. Bone spikes erupted from her spines, piercing her flesh open with wounds.

ʼGods, no!ʼ Faluel lost her proto-Dragon Eyes and felt an immense bloodlust rise in her gut. The newfound insights about the arraysʼ runes faded at the edges of her consciousness, replaced by a violent hunger.

ʼNo, no, no!ʼ Then, her own lab became a scary and unknown place as every form of magic above tier three became a blurred mess she could no longer understand.

Anger clouded her vision, followed by the desire to escape from that underground prison and hunt until her stomach burst.

While she still retained her sanity, Faluel cut off the flow of the Hands and activated the safety protocols. The arrays drained the world energy from her body and readied to send a distress signal to Lith, Solus, Friya, Ajatar, and Fyrwal.

The signal contained all the information they would need to find her, access her lab, and fix her life force.

Luckily for Faluel, it wasnʼt necessary.

The changes in her life force were only due to the vigorous flow of mana, not due to the stable alterations caused by a Body Sculpting spell. The moment the arrays grounded Faluel and established a Sealed Space around her, the bubbles and the sunspots started to fade.

The bone spikes left gashes in her flesh, but she welcomed the pain as her mental faculties became as keen as usual. The itch disappeared, and with it her nascent form of Dragon Eyes.

Faluel first used the Life Sculpture to ensure her latest failure had inflicted no permanent damage on her life force. After that, she used light fusion to heal her wounds.

Her body was on the verge of collapse, and she didnʼt want to increase its burden further. Lifestream wasnʼt an option either. It would erase the effects of her experiment before the arrays could record them in their entirety.

”Good gods. I went this close to being the first fallen Hydra on Mogar.” She panted heavily, feeling her stomach grumbling as if she hadnʼt eaten in days instead of hours. ”Just my luck. The thing I chose as my last try was the right one. Next time-

”What is it now?” A small alarm pulled at her consciousness, alerting Faluel that someone was at her door.

A tendril of mana connected her with the enchantments comprising the security system of her secret lab, which gave her access to those of her home despite the distance separating them.

”Ajatar?” The holographic camera showed Faluel a colossal sapphire-blue lizard standing in front of her doorstep.

The horn on his snout took up most of the hologram due to perspective, but left enough space for her to recognize her friend.

”Why is he here? More importantly, why am I talking to myself out loud like a crazy person? How long has this been going on? How long have I been holed up in here?” After waiting a while, Ajatar pressed the rune again, pulling at her consciousness.

”Gods, Iʼve spaced out like a Lich!” Faluelʼs voice quivered with shock. ”Even worse, I canʼt stop talking to myself. I need to get out of here!”

Faluel Warped back to her home and lifted the rock wall covering the entrance to her lair before another stream of consciousness turned into babble and spilled out of her mouth.

”Good morning, Faluel.” Ajatar noticed the bloodstains on her necks, the still-open wounds, and the clear signs of exhaustion written all over her seven snouts, but he didnʼt so much as furrow a brow. ”May Leegaainʼs favor be with you today.”

”Wait, what?” Faluel recognized the traditional greeting between Dragons that she and Ajatar had slightly altered in a passphrase to ensure the other wasnʼt held prisoner or under duress.

ʼWhy does he think Iʼm in danger? This is my house and…ʼ Only then did she remember she had yet to clean up her body and fix the consequences of her recent experiment.

”I mean, no more than usual, Ajatar. Please, come in.” Had she used ”dear friend” instead of his name, it would have meant someone was listening to them, but there was no immediate threat.

Had she called him with his full name, it would have meant ”run for your life and call for help”. The rest would always remain the same, following tradition so as not to alert her alleged enemies.

”Thank the gods! You had me worried for a second. You look like shit.” Ajatar cast a quick Life Sensing array anyway, just to be safe.

”Thanks. Always the charmer, I see.” Faluel grunted. ”Do you want to come in, or do you also want to pat me down and insult me some more?”

”Iʼm sorry, I meant no disrespect with the array.” Casting the Life Sensing spell in another Awakenedʼs home was no different than telling your host you donʼt trust them. ”But you really look terrible and have yet to offer me an explanation for your sorry state.”

Ajatar pointed at Faluelʼs many still-bleeding wounds.

”You caught me in the aftermath of a failed experiment.” She replied. ”Iʼm still collecting data, so I canʼt heal myself yet.”

”Was it dangerous?” The Drake stepped inside, doing his best not to stare at her like a fascinating specimen.

”No. More like humiliating. I made one mistake after another and learned very little from my ordeal.” Faluel sighed deeply, leading him to the Hydra equivalent of a living room. ”I donʼt only look but also feel like crap.”

A massive pile of gold and platinum coins formed a makeshift chair where she sat, while the guestsʼ seats were comprised of silver coins mixed with just a few gold ones.

The table between host and guests was a raised stone plateau covered with gold and metal ingots forming a checkboard design.

Masterfully cut gems the size of a watermelon decorated the edge of the table, forming a pattern that followed the elemental sequence from fire to Spirit.

”Then Iʼve come at the right time.” A smile appeared on Ajatarʼs reptilian muzzle. ”Iʼve just what you need to cheer up.”

Asking about her experiments would have been considered a rude attempt to steal or, at best, copy her research. Among mages, knowledge could only be freely offered, not requested.

Faluel clearly had no intention of saying more, so Ajatar dropped the subject and conjured a vast assortment of dishes from his dimensional amulet with a wave of his scaled hand.

Each plate was the size of a Lesser Divine Beast and filled with an equally big serving of real food.