Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4112

Chapter 4112: Equal Partnership (Part 1)

"Countless allies! The Black Throne had countless allies!" Salanoth said via air magic, and her host was allowed to regenerate. "And they all died of natural death or in battle. All of them!"

"The trinket is right." The Black Throne said. "There is an enormous difference between an alliance, no matter how unwilling, and coercion, no matter how rewarding. I want you to fight for us.

"If you fight for me, you won’t hesitate to betray me the moment things go south."

"That’s weird." Jorl said. "A while ago, Orpal used similar words to explain why he and Night work together even though they despise each other."

"That means your enemy is not as stupid as you think." The voice replied. "You need my help more than you think, little finch."

"Fine." Jorl sighed and took a step forward.

The pressure in the room disappeared, allowing him to reach the Black Throne with ease.

’What is this rancid smell, and why carve the keystone of a mighty mage tower out of something so undignified?’ Jorl pondered for a moment before sitting on the throne and finding the answers to his questions.

The armrests turned up, revealing themselves to be twisted arms that grabbed the Storm Griffon’s wrists. A howling skull emerged from the backrest and released dozens of tendrils of Spirit Magic that seeped inside Jorl’s head and mana core.

The Storm Griffon shrieked and thrashed, but the twisted, mangled corpse of Ealassor Rehin that fused with the remains of his equipment formed the so-called Black Throne, pinned Jorl down with the weight of his entire tower.

Strong of the Forbidden Magic that kept his remains alive and millennia of experience, Rehin used the tendrils to force a mind link to sift through the Storm Griffon’s mind.

He forced Jorl to reveal every facet of the events he had shared with the Black Throne without omissions. Once Rehin confirmed the Storm Griffon’s motivations to look for his help, he dug deeper in Jorl’s mind.

Rehin felt the Griffon’s determination, his drive to survive against all odds in spite of his family and Orpal’s obsession with Lith.

The channel he forced open, however, worked both ways. Jorl exploited the mind link to probe Rehin’s memories, learning about his so-called ally and searching for anything he could use against the Black Throne.

’This is a game two can play.’ Jorl snarled, discovering that Rehin couldn’t care less about the intrusion.

His mind was an open book, and so was his past.

Ealassor Rehin belonged to a time before Guardians, Magi, and Rulers of the Flames. He had been born back when Awakened were considered and treated as gods by the mortal masses.

Rehin had been considered an unparalleled genius and a master of all specialization, but even he was helpless against the passing of time. Rehin knew of the white core, but never reached the enlightenment necessary to achieve it.

He tried and failed until the lifespan he had left didn’t allow him any more failures.

That’s when he searched for answers in Forbidden Magic. As the human Representative, Rehin had hunted down many Forbidden Mages during his tenure and punished them for their crimes.

He had taken all their creations and Grimoires for himself to keep them away from those young or reckless enough to abuse such knowledge. Rehin wasn’t young anymore, but he couldn’t afford caution.

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