Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3844

Chapter 3844: Dimensional Crystals (Part 1)

"Eww!" Tista shuddered at the idea. "I mean, I know I can pluck my feathers, but it’s extremely unpleasant. Also, to cover the wings of my armor, I would need to pluck them all. It’s the same as self-mutilation."

"I know." Salaark nodded. "That’s why I said you can get all the feathers you want, not that it would be easy."

"What is not easy?" Lith said while checking the crystal case where he had stored his old scales for the Spark to refine.

Tista told him everything, and he furrowed his brows at the news.

"Grandma, I have a question." He said, and the Guardian nodded for him to continue. "Unlike Tista, my feathers stay where they are unless I get wounded. Can I expect them to molt as well?"

"Yes. Is it a problem?" She asked.

"Well, yeah. What about my Demons?" Lith replied. "What will happen to them if their Void Sigils one day fall off? Losing any one of my Demons would be a huge blow for me, but losing Ripha would break Solus’ heart."

"I wish I could reassure you, but the truth is I don’t know." Salaark tormented her lower lip. "You are a new species. Your body makes its rules, and there’s little I can do about it. Yet I have a theory, if you are interested in hearing it."

"Any theory is better than nothing." Lith said. "A theory from someone as knowledgeable as you is almost a certainty, Grandma."

"Thank you, Featherling." She ruffled his hair. "I don’t think you have to worry about your Demons. Their essence is bound to yours, and the change in the runes inscribed on your feathers when you bond a Demon to a Void Sigil is the proof of that.

"If my theory is correct, that bond is permanent until either of you or an external force severs it. Molting is no external force, just a biological necessity. I believe that when you molt your Void Sigils, the new feathers will still carry the rune belonging to the Demons bound to them."

"Thanks, Grandma. I hope you are right." Lith said.

"And so do I." Salaark caressed his back, forcing his feathered wings to pop out so that she could examine them. "Losing Ripha would sadden me as well."

"Little brother, do you need all those precious, huge scales?" Tista looked at Lith while fluttering her eyelashes and using her patented puppy eyes stare.

"Actually, I do. Why?" Lith’s reply was cold, his heart hardened after suffering countless such stares from mischievous yet adorable little children.

"Because I hoped you could lend them to me for my armor." She pointed at the ugly thing that Ishka’s Honor was. "Pretty please, little brother."

"My answer is yes, you can have scales, but also no, you’re not getting mine." Lith replied.

"You’re making no sense, Lith. How can I get one without the other?" Tista asked.

"Easy. I’ll replace most of the scales on the Voidwalker armor with those I have shed. You can have Syrook’s scales for Ishka’s Honor. A Black Dragon or a Tiamat makes no difference to you."

"I see." She nodded. "By replacing Syrook’s scales with your own, you add an amplifier that will enhance the Voidwalker armor’s enchantments and channel your mana like an extension of your own body. Good thinking."

"If I’m lucky, it will also grant my armor better resistance to all the kinds of Flames I can produce." Lith said. "It’s a pity I don’t have enough scales."

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