Chapter 1185 Mindscape Part 1 (1/2)

”I want to know how to free Solus from her tower. How to fix Lith's life force. How I can turn from a hybrid into a complete being. How-”

”That's enough.” His Mogar double cut Nalrond short. ”Each question requires a complex answer and I doubt that your human mind can even grasp one of them.”

With a wave of Mogar's hand, three small spheres of light appeared behind its back. Nalrond moved to take them, but the doppelganger stood in front of him.

”That knowledge is mine and you didn't do anything to deserve it. Do you understand as much?” Mogar said.

”Are you going to stop me?” Nalrond asked.

”Of course not. It was just a friendly warning.” Mogar stepped away, leaving the path clear.

Nalrond had no idea what sphere answered what question so he started from the rightmost. The moment the Rezar extended his hand, the sphere shapeshifted into a man with sharp features, a well-groomed beard, and cruel silver eyes.

The unknown figure had both his hand and feet chained to his waist. He wore dirty rags that bore the insignia of a broken Griffon, the mark of traitors sentenced to death. NiceNovel.com

His body was dirtier than his clothes and it bore the marks of prolonged torture, yet the man stood as straight as an arrow. The authority the man emitted and his steel gaze intimidated Nalrond, making it hard for him even to meet the man's gaze.

”How dare a peasant attempt to touch the King?” Arthan said while slapping Nalrond so hard that the hit sent him sprawling on the floor.

Even though the Mad King had been dead for centuries and none of the events in the white space was real, Nalrond felt pain. In the real world, his lip split and his cheek turned purple as if someone had hit him.

With his sight still blurry from the shock, the Rezar approached the middle sphere. The moment it started to transform, he jumped back before what looked like a precious Forgemastering hammer bashed his skull open.

”You've got guts to try stealing my secrets, kid. Do it again and they will be all over the place.” The woman wielding the hammer was quite short, barely 1.56 meters (5'1”) tall, with hair of the seven colors of the elements that reminded him of Faluel.

Menadion was covered in wounds and blood, most of which belonged to her. Her disheveled head and ripped clothes made her look like she had just finished a fight to the death, yet the light in her eyes told Nalrond she was ready to start over.

”Let me guess…” He extended his hand toward the last sphere and dodged just in the nick of time before a clawed hand ripped his throat.

A Rezar had taken its place, but unlike the other apparitions, it didn't speak. A snarl conveyed everything it had to say.

”What does this mean? You agreed to answer my questions?” Nalrond said without taking his eyes off the spirits.

”When did I do that, exactly?” Mogar tilted its head. ”I came here because you called me and I asked you what were your questions because that's the only reason humans seek me. To take what doesn't belong to them.”

”For the last time, I'm not human. I'm a hybrid!”

”So says the man who literally thinks the world of himself and who can't even shapeshift inside his own mind.” Mogar shook their head, annoyed.