Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4113

Chapter 4113: Equal Partnership (Part 2)

With Arghon For and Indomitable Will at the lead of the Awakened army, the Black Throne suffered many humiliating defeats before he lost the war.

The god of gods fell less than two centuries after his rise to power and conquering but a fraction of Mogar. Even worse, by observing For’s masterpiece, the Black Throne realized the failings and short-sightedness of his own design.

’What does this mean?’ Jorl thought, suddenly engrossed in the mind link as much as the Black Throne. ’Why have I never heard of this For and how did he defeat the Black Throne? I need to know!’

Yet those memories were well protected, and all the Storm Griffon could see was the Black Throne’s escape. In the following centuries, the cursed tower had worked hard to improve his abilities.

The fusion of the artifact’s pseudo cores with Rehin’s mana core trapped him in a permanent near-death state, but it also turned the tower’s enchantments into the equivalent of spells kept at the ready.

The Black Throne was free to continue his research and replace outdated or poorly chosen enchantments with modern, more effective ones. Ealassor Rehin was still alive, after all.

He could learn, adapt, and change. The cursed tower was part of him, so it could do the same.

The Black Throne had suffered many a defeat throughout history, being captured more than once by a World Tree. The custodians of Mogar’s knowledge did not do it out of the goodness of their wooden hearts, but to study the Black Throne’s advancements and record them.

He was like a fish, periodically caught and released. The Black Throne didn’t dislike that routine, because as the World Tree studied him, the Black Throne studied the Yggdrasill. With every trip-

The connection ended abruptly, and Jorl found himself free from the restraints and still sitting on the ruins of Rehin’s body. The Storm Griffon wanted to learn more about his newfound ally.

He needed to know more, but like the rest of their relationship, the Black Throne dictated the terms.

"I’m sorry, kid, but I’m not sorry for my little prank." Jorl could now hear the moans of pain hidden beneath the rough, raspy voice of the almost-dead mage. "I needed to know who I’m dealing with. I needed to know if you can actually deliver on your promise.

"You have no idea how many incompetent fools manage to find me and ask my help to fulfill their idiotic dreams, promising me the world in return. Too bad that most of them lack the talent, the grit, and the willpower to achieve anything.

"They come to me hoping that I’ll do everything for them and run away at the first sign of trouble. I don’t waste my time with the likes of them. The moment they sit on the throne and I expose their lies, they die like the filthy dogs they are.

"Congratulations, kid. You are not like them. You have everything I look in a partner, and I’ll help you in your endeavor."

"Is Night payment enough, or do you require something more from me?" Jorl asked.

’I don’t care if Rehin raises the ante. It’s a risk I’m willing to take.’ He actually thought. ’I need to understand if I’m overplaying my hand or overpaying him without even knowing.’

"More?" The Black Throne laughed with honest amusement. "No, she’s more than enough. She’s perfect! Don’t you see my body?"

"Hard to miss it." Jorl’s beak twisted in disgust at the rank smell the rotting corpse emitted.

"You’ve seen my memories. My goal is to get back on my feet. Literally. If I can crack the enchantments Night uses to regenerate her hosts from scratch and use them on myself, I should be able to restore my body and survive the process."

"Survive?" Jorl echoed in disbelief.

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