Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3740

Chapter 3740: Seize the Chance (Part 1)

As for Selia, she had conveniently asked Kamila to move their magical lesson to the higher floors of the Mansion for no reason in particular. Kamila pretended not to notice that they had a perfect view of the park from there.

"Thank you again for your assistance, Queen Syrah." Ryman said while focusing on the life forces of his children. "I don’t think I could have grasped the basics of my Life Eater bloodline ability without your help."

"Just call me Syrah, or I’ll start calling you Lord Ryman." The Hati Queen replied. "Also, I should be the one to thank you for volunteering to help with Quylla’s research. Without your help, there’s not much she can do for us Hati."

"No need to thank me. I owe you that much." Protector shook his head. "I’m really sorry for the circumstances we have met and shedding the blood of your people. I wish things could have gone differently."

"If wishes were horses, beggars would ride." Syrah replied. "I don’t regret our meeting because things went the best way they could, save for a miracle. It’s only thanks to you and your allies that we are all here today."

Her expression softened while looking at her children. They had been spared the visit to the Gardens of Time and were among the first generation of Zelex’s Hati who had not been forced to sacrifice their childhood for duty.

Whenever Syrah was invited to the Vehren Mansion, she gladly accepted because she could bring her pups with her. It was one more day the young Hati could safely spend under the sun without shortening their life span.

"I’m sorry, but do we get lunch?" Xagra asked, and his siblings nodded.

"Of course, you do. You are my guests and can have as many seconds as you want." Ryman nodded.

"Yay! We’ll eat until our bellies hurt!" The young Hati cheered in a way that left Protector’s children confused and wrenched his heart.

’Poor kids. Even though they don’t have to ration food anymore, a home-cooked meal is still a special event for them.’

"Behave, children." If not for her thick silvery fur, Syrah would have flushed in embarrassment.

’I must learn how to cook, dammit!’ She thought.

"Where is Ryla? We can’t start without her." She actually said.

"I’m here, Syrah, but today I’m just going to watch." The Fomor said.

"I’m the one who’ll help you today, Uncle Ryman." Garrik moved his yellow eye to his right palm, and his face turned into a mask of focus.

Yellow sparks arched around his hand, but there wasn’t enough golden lightning to empower even Solkar.

"Not like that, Garrik, remember what I’ve taught you." Ryla said. "Tyrants draw and emit elemental energy from their eyes, while Fomors can also absorb and filter the world energy through their wings.

"Use your yellow eye only to focus and amplify the air element. In from your wings, out of your eye." She gave him a practical demonstration, making her own yellow eye spark with electricity.

"Okay, Mom." Garrik’s Tyrant eyes competed with his Fomor wings for the elemental energy until he managed to shut the former down completely.

His pristine feathers turned into the six different elemental colors as the world energy filled them. Ryla guided him through a breathing exercise that closely reminded Protector of an Awakening technique.

A few seconds later, Garrik’s right hand was brimming with golden lightning.

’Lucky bastard.’ Syrah inwardly grunted, taking care her thoughts wouldn’t reach her children. ’In a few years, his life force will be perfect, and he’ll have the powers of a Tyrant and a Fomor both. Garrik will Awaken while we’ll still be confined in our underground prison.’

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