Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3845

Chapter 3845: Dimensional Crystals (Part 2)

Nalrond remembered Quylla’s wedding all too well. Especially how empty and sad the groom’s side of the aisle had been. Nalrond wasn’t a decorated Ranger like Morok, had no noble title of his own, and no family but the Fastarrows.

To make matters worse, Nalrond had none of the Tyrant’s aloof attitude.

Morok didn’t care if the entire Royal Court whispered behind his back, calling him a gold digger, and had no regard for his social standing, whereas the Agni was terrified of becoming a source of embarrassment for Friya.

"Agreed." She nodded. "How is your training with Dawn going?"

Nalrond met the Horseman almost every day, and the conversations between them had become almost civil, yet just hearing her name was enough to twist his expression in a disgusted grimace.

"It’s going well. She’s a great teacher." He admitted. "The hardest part isn’t learning her true Light Mastery techniques but forgetting everything I studied so far. Old habits die hard, but in my case, I shield them with my own body.

"No matter how small, every time I make changes to the Rezar legacy I feel like I’m betraying my people. That by letting go of our traditions, no matter how flawed they are, I’m condemning them all to oblivion.

"Dawn may have killed my tribe, but I’m destroying their memory."

"I’m so sorry, dear." She crawled close to him and wrapped him in a hug. "You are no traitor. Your people were... misguided, and you are adjusting the course. You are not relinquishing the Rezar bloodline legacy.

"You are improving it. Turning it into what it was always supposed to be."

"Yeah, too bad I’m also turning it into something that nothing has in common with the original." He sighed. "I’m afraid that by not using my old techniques, sooner or later I will forget their details until I remember nothing at all.

"Let’s be honest. The Rezar bloodline legacy wasn’t flawed. It was wrong and the deadly wrong kind at that. There’s nothing worth saving in it except as a cautionary tale about not biting the hand that feeds you."

"True, but it’s still your family tradition. Something the Rezars studied and treasured for centuries." Friya replied. "Wrong or not, it’s something worth remembering. So, don’t be a Lich. Write it down, make a recording of it, anything you want.

"Put all the time and effort you need to ensure that even if Dawn’s teaching replaces everything you learned as a Rezar, the memory of your people will live on. You will only need to open a book or listen to your own voice to remember the feats of your ancestors."

"That’s a great idea, Friya." He returned the embrace and gave her a sweet kiss. "I don’t want the Rezar traditions to die. I want our children to know about their origins."

"Gods, you’re going to be a great father." Friya caressed his cheek and then grabbed the leather bag for her life, quickly imitated by Nalrond. "Gods, you’re going to be a father and I a mother. Of two!"

Once the panic attack passed, Nalrond asked:

"What about you? How close are you to crafting a dimensional crystal?"

"I’m still at square one." She replied. "I have no idea what I’m doing wrong. Here, take a look and tell me if you notice what I’m doing wrong. I’m open to suggestions."

She picked up the white crystal, which soon shone with a yellow light.

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