"You can count on me." The Hekate charged Firefang with Cursed Flames and stored her most destructive spells in her Mouth of Menadion.
"I’m bringing someone too." Lith said. "Ripha?"
A deep breath, and the Demon of Ripha Menadion emerged from his shadow, bearing seven elemental air and pure rage on her face.
"A Chronicler? I ate plenty of those and killed even more. I can add one more notch to my kill count."
"Keep this for good measure." Lith handed her Ragnarök, and the angry blade fit into her hand like a glove. "If the Tree tries anything funny, and I mean anything, strike first and ask questions second."
Ragnarök didn’t like being wielded by anyone but Lith, but the rage and hatred burning inside the First Ruler of the Flames matched its own.
"Asking questions is not the second thing on the list of things I want to do to a World Tree." Ripha growled. "It doesn’t even make the top ten, but sure."
"We’ll get along." The angry blade said, keeping its seals together by the thinnest of threads.
Lith also connected to the mana geyser below Vladion’s camp to fuel all the pieces of the Menadion Set to their full potential.
"Bring him here, Le’Ahy." Lith said while conjuring a Hush spell. "I don’t trust a Chronicler enough to move to an isolated place. I’ll keep all advantages."
"Just give me a minute." The elf nodded awkwardly and Blinked away.
She returned a few seconds later, accompanied by a tall elf wearing a mottled green cloak and carrying a heavy wooden staff.
"Thanks for having me, Lord Verhen." The elf gave his hosts a bow. "I’m Zak’Nar Talesweaver, Head Chronicler of the first generation of new Chroniclers of the Yggdrasill."
"I understand you mistrust after being manipulated by two World Trees, Lord Vehren." Zak’Nar looked at the welcome committee and didn’t miss that every one of its members was out for blood and ready to strike. "Yet this was unnecessary."
"Why is that? Enlighten me." Lith dismissed Le’Ahy and activated a Mist spell to keep anyone from reading their lips after she left the Hush Zone.
The Chronicler cast a few spells of his own, but they were all meant to study his surroundings and gave him no tactical advantage. He was only making sure nobody could overhear their conversation.
"If the Yggdrasill wanted to hurt you, they wouldn’t have sent me. They would have exposed Solus as Elphyn Menadion and you as the owner of Menadion’s tower. That’s enough to prove my good faith."
"Please." Lith burst into a mirthless laughter. "That proves nothing. After two mad World Trees, no one would believe the new guy. Especially since they got the job after their predecessor tried to kill me, kidnapped Solus, and got killed by me.
"Everyone would just think the new Tree is trying to settle our score. There were hundreds of people with me when I killed the late Yggdrasill, and no one saw a mage tower. Why would they believe you?
"Also, even the maddest World Tree is not stupid. Provoking me in their current condition would be suicidal. I found one Yggdrasill, I can find another. Killing the new Tree would be much easier this time.
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