Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4383

Chapter 4383: War Against Time (Part 1)

"They are from Rathi, so I doubt you’ve ever seen an Ishara outside of books. Here’s what they look like." Fyrwal projected the hologram of a creature with a humanoid upper torso and a scorpion’s lower body, jogging Faluel’s memory.

"Of course! Those are the bastards who almost killed Solus. How could our clan let them in? The Isharas are dangerous, arrogant pricks, Mom."

"That could be said about all Divine Beasts, dear." Fyrwal furrowed her brow. "When did Epphy meet Isharas, and why would they try to kill her?"

Faluel used a mind link to bring her mother up to speed with the events that had led to the rescue of the nameless fungus folk.

"That’s it? I don’t see anything wrong with it. In the Isharas’ shoes, I would have done the same thing."

"What?" The younger Hydra jumped up in outrage, but her mother’s cold glare smothered the fire of her rage. "You’re not making any sense, Mom. How can you say something like that?"

"Gods, you’re so accomplished that sometimes I forget how young you are, Fanny." Fyrwal massaged her temples. "You are blowing this out of proportion because of your deep attachment to Epphy, but try taking her out of the equation for a moment."

She paused until Faluel calmed down and nodded for her to continue.

"What remains is one of the legendary Hordes and a bunch of Awakened who want to catch them to uncover the secret of the white core. Does it still sound unreasonable after I put it this way?"

"It is unreasonable, but I know that everyone in our Council would do the same, either in secret or publicly if they have even a shred of justification." Faluel sighed. "Like you said earlier, all powerful people are competitive when it comes to gaining more power."

"And that’s why the clan council wouldn’t have rejected the Isharas even if we knew about their clash with Epphy-"

"Solus." Faluel corrected Fyrwal, cutting her short.

"My bad, I’ll be more careful." The Elder Hydra raised her hands. "I told you, their primordial blood is thinning, and that’s the worst nightmare for all the descendants of the Guardians.

"Also, the Isharas have accumulated vast amounts of knowledge about evolution and are willing to share it with us along with their bloodline abilities. Imagine how much easier our research would become with unlimited Life Maelstrom and high-density world energy."

"I understand that, Mom, but I still think our clan council made the wrong decision." Faluel said. "The Isharas are-"

"Desperate, and so are too many of our fellow Hydras." Fyrwal returned the favor. "Fanny, the white core is not just a matter of power, but also of longevity. Why do you think everyone agreed so easily to invest so many resources in this project?

"Why no one argued for one second about Baba Yaga joining us and reaping the benefits of our research for her undead? Because Emperor Beasts die at 3,000 years of age while Divine Beasts can live up to 10,000 years!

"No one of our elders wants to die. No one of our youngest wants to see their parents, siblings, and grandparents die. This is not just a race for evolution, it’s also a war against time."

The last line stopped Faluel’s retort in its tracks, and the tone with which Fyrwal delivered it derailed it. She sounded too invested in the matter to be just empathizing with their relatives.

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