Supreme Magus

iolent conflict between the different life forces.

“This is all wrong.
You are incapable of shapeshifting into any form, your hunger is barely lessened, and now you need to both eat food and absorb life force.”

“How do you know all that?” Theseus was flabbergasted.
It had taken him several trial-and-error experiments to learn what Vastor had understood from a glance.

“I studied Paquut and I made you, boy.
Or better, I made your other half.
Which confuses me since a kobold core was supposed to be the perfect fit for your unique black core.” The Master said.

“What Kobold?” That day surprises seemed to never end.
“I’m not half gnoll, I’m half Meneos.”

His head turned into that of a lion covered in brown fur and with an emerald mane of the same color as Theseus’ eyes.

“Great Mother almighty!” The members of the Organization said in unison.

“What’s so great about that?” Lith and Solus knew what a Meneos was because it was a peculiar kind of monster that lived in Leegaain’s biomes.

The Council had ordered Lith to fight one back when the human and the beast Council were arguing about who should be his mentor, Faluel or Raagu.

“You don’t understand, my boy.” Vastor replied.
“Meneoses are the stuff of legends.
Very few are still alive and they are very hard to come by.
My hypothesis is that the kobold-Paquut fought and lost against one of them.

“Then, his powerful Abomination life force must have conquered the new body and that’s how you came to be, Theseus.
It’s no wonder that your original lost to you.
He had no chances against a Meneos.”

“I still don’t get it.” Theseus and Lith said in unison.

“You will, believe me.
This is actually a blessing in disguise.
Everything you have suffered until now is nothing compared to what you’ll gain once I’m done fixing your life force.

“Bytra, put your hand on my right shoulder.
Lith, on my left.
This is going to be one of my best lessons ever.” Vastor had reverted to his demeanor as a Professor of the White Griffon academy, making Solus squeal with joy.

“I’m not your thing.” Theseus slapped away the Master’s extended hands.
“Whatever you are going to do, you should at least ask for my permission.”

“What I’m doing you is a favor, boy.
You should just thank me.” Vastor replied.

“Thank you for what? For playing with my life? For fixing a mess you have created? You made me against my will so I owe you nothing.
You, instead, owe me a lot.
I went through a lot of shit because of you so the least you can do is say please and thank you, father.” Theseus said.

The last word was filled with spite and sarcasm, yet it still struck Vastor harder than a punch to the guts.

“You are right, son.
I’m sorry.” He said, making the Bastet gawk.
“I’m sorry for playing god with your life, but I’m trying to be better.
Will you allow me to fix my own mess, please?”

Theseus was at a loss for words so he just nodded.

The Master placed his left hand on the Theseus’ head and the right above the mana core before activating his breathing technique, Beyonder’s Eye.

‘Bytra, this will be of great help for your research.’ He said with a mind link as the details of the body and mana core of the hybrid started to appear in front of his students.
‘Meneoses have the unique ability to draw world energy simply by touching the ground.

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