Manohar had them brought to the City Hall, the most secure location in Zeska.
The Royal Seal also granted him full control over the arrays and the enchanted prisons in the underground dungeons. Manohar was confident that only an Awakened might escape from there and only if they knew Spirit Magic.
According to Lith, however, Skinwalkers couldn't Awaken without dying so they had no way out. The god of healing had them watched 24/7 by multiple guards at the same time, just to be safe.
"What a cunning daughter of a bastard!" It had taken Manohar a lot of time to find the runes of the slave spell hidden under the folds of the Skinwalkers' life force. "This is without a doubt the longest diagnosis of my life. freewebnøvel.com
"Almost two hours to identify the problem, one hour to devise a spell to spot the runes, and two more to dumb it down enough for everyone to use it."
A lot of time according to his standards, of course.
"Yes, fine. You are the greatest Healer of Mogar, Manohar. We get that." Queen Sylpha sighed in annoyance at the painstakingly accurate retelling of his most recent feat that had taken most of her afternoon.
"Now if you're done preening your feathers, I'd like to know how many Skinwalkers you found and who they replaced."
"Of the over two hundred nobles that Quaron imprisoned, only 163 have been replaced by Skinwalkers." Manohar said. "You have no idea how terrible it was when I examined the first subject and found no anomaly.
"For a second I almost doubted my talent, but after moving on to the next, I understood that I had just been unlucky and that the guy was actually human."
"Gods, it must have been heart wrenching." The Queen said with all the sarcasm that her voice could convey. "How bad is the intel leak?"
"Well, you are thoroughly screwed, Sylpha. Thrud's goons had access to every database and vault of the region. By now they must have taken whatever they wanted and learned everything they needed.
"You need to change every access code and-" A rumble of thunder accompanied the explosion of the wall behind the City Lord's chair where Manohar sat.
The violence of the blast and the heavy debris flying through the room like bullets would have been enough to kill an ordinary mage, but nothing about Manohar was ordinary.
The moment he had perceived a distortion in the arrays, he had used his chair as a framework for a hard-light construct, turning it into an impregnable shield. At the same time, he had activated the Featherwalker armor he wore so that it would cover his ears.
The shockwave that was meant to send him sprawling on the floor and to damage his sense of hearing left him unfazed.
"Dammit, you are still as good as I remember." Said a feminine voice while performing the impossible.
The City Hall was surrounded by dimensional and air sealing arrays, yet the armor-clad figure rode atop a thundercloud while walking out of an emerald fissure in space.
"I had many stalkers in my life, but you are definitely one of the craziest and most stupid." Manohar said. "Do you have any idea how arrays work?"
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