Chapter923 923 Aezam’s Guardian


    ''We really did a number on this ce.'' Marcus thought as he scanned his surroundings.


    All around him was a hellishndscape that had been razed by the battle. Parts of it was a molten wastnd from Za''s mes, others were frozen over by Mrazivy''s ice magic, but most of it was justpletely shattered and looked like an earthquake of the greatest magnitude had hit.


    However, there was one area within view that had managed to escape being destroyed by the battle.


    The ck sand hill that the Font of Death was resting within had managed to avoid being damaged for the most part. Some of the sands had shifted but that was it.


    As a magical phenomenon born from the abrupt and violent death of hundreds of thousands, the Font of Death was an embodiment of destruction and would not be easily disturbed even by the most intense of battles.


    ''Marcus, if you have finished surveying the surroundings, I could use some healing.'' Roxene said, frustration evident in her voice.


    She was pretty badly wounded by Za''sst attack, and after going all out and using Soul Burst her natural recovery was not working nearly as fast as when she was in peak condition.


    Looking down, Marcus saw Roxeneying on her side and panting heavily. Her injuries were worse than he had thought, and it appeared that she was close to passing out from the pain.


    "Ultimate Refresh."


    Without further dy, Marcus descended from his position in the air an immediately used his Supreme Skill to not only fix Roxene''s wounds, but also recovery her lowered stats that came as bacsh for using Soul Burst.


    Once Roxene was recovered Marcus used telepathy to contact Mrazivy and ask her how she was doing. Last, he had seen of her, she had been smacked away by one of Za''s ming wings.


    ''I''m doing fine, just some minor burns. My regeneration skill has already nearly recovered all the damage I took. Just worry about Aezam''s Guardian. Who knows what kind of nasty aftereffects she is dealing with.'' Mrazivy responded.


    With confirmation that his wife was not heavily injured, Marcus turned his attention to Za who was still passed out after having the malicious magic item removed.


    Marcus examined her wounds quickly and noticed that they were barely healing.


    ''She must have exhausted most of her mana. At this rate she might die before recovering.'' Marcus thought, looking at the horrid wounds all over Za''s body.


    Normally this amount of damage would not have been able to kill a mythic grade beast, but Za had been forced to expend almost all of her power in her rampage.


    Luckily, Marcus had some of the best healing abilities in the world and with another use of his supreme skill he fully restored Za. Even the damage to her soul that he had been the cause of.


    The instant after Marcus had healed her, Za sprung back up, awake and on guard. Thest thing that she remembered was being ambushed by powerful assants.


    "Whoa! We are not your enemies." Marcus said after dodging a w swipe from Za.


    He immediately held up his hands to show that he was not threatening her and used telepathy to tell Roxene, Blitz, and Inten to stand down. Naturally the three of them had prepared to defend Marcus the moment Aezam''s Guardian had sent an attack his way.


    Za''s head moved around rapidly as she took in the situation and examined the unfamiliar individuals that were around her.


    "Who are you, and what are you doing here? I do not recognize you, but that does not mean you are not with that group that attacked me." Za said, clearly still on edge.


    And who could me her, she had been restrained for years in a paralyzed state. Left submerged in the Font of Death to be corrupted.


    "We are friends of the Sulb and Eazim ns. Surely you have a way to contact their grand elders. Just ask them about us and they will vouch for us." Marcus said, keeping his hands raised.


    After a couple more swift nces around to check her surroundings for danger, Za pulled out two sending stones from her item box and contacted Ghazi and Akeem.


    A lengthy conversation ensued once Za connected with the leaders of Sulb and Eazim ns. It had been a long time since anyone had heard from Za, and naturally Ghazi and Akeem were ted to learn that she was alive.


    "I am grateful for all of your concern, but I must get back to the matter at hand. I will contact both of you and the other grand elders at another time." Za said into both of the sending stones, before putting them away.


    her questions for hours.


    When Za turned her gaze back towards Marcus the hostility had Had she let them, the two grand elders would have gone on asking her questions for hours.


    When Za turned her gaze back towards Marcus the hostility had receded from her eyes, but she still held a degree of wariness.


    "Seems that you check out. Ghazi especially held you in high regard. Apparently, you defeated him and his brother in a match." Za said, her eyes ncing towards where Mrazivy was waiting in the distance.


    "It is true that we beat them. But that does not matter much right now. What I want to know is what happened to you. How did you end up out here and chained up in the Font of Death?"


    Za looked pained as she recalled thest events that she could recall, but she told Marcus what urred on the condition that he tell her everything that he knew as well.


    She had noticed a disturbance in the Deste ande to investigate, only to be ambushed by several dozens of individuals that had been waiting for her.


    Among this group Marcus only recognized the description of one of them which was the crimson skeleton. The other attackers Za described were unfamiliar.


    Of course, Za had put up a good fight and killed nearly eighty percent of those that attacked her before she was exhausted and wrapped up in chains that were strong enough to hold her. After that, all she could remember was pain and trying to resist the corruption of the Font of Death.


    "I see, you have my sympathies. I cannot imagine how much you suffered." Marcus said.


    He then exined about what he found when he and hispanions reached the Font of Death and the short sh that had urred.


    "Once they had fled using space magic, the five of us did all we could to free you from the berserk state that you had been forced into." Marcus said, exining everything about their battle.


    Za for her part looked aghast when she heard about the rampage she had gone on and looked around at the destruction around them. They had been lucky to be in the middle of a wastnd like the Deste Desert. Had they been anywhere near a popted area the damage would have been immense.


    "Please, allow me to give you my sincerest thanks and apologize for the trouble that I caused you, Without the five of you intervening, I very well may have destroyed the nation I am meant to protect." Za said, bowing her head to Marcus.


    For such a proud beast as a phoenix, bowing her head to anyone was a sign of great respect, and Marcus could feel the weight behind it.


    A few momentster Za''s form began to shift, and she soon took on the appearance of a young woman with crimson hair wearing a scarlet dress.


    "There it should be easier for us to converse with myself in this form. I understand the broad situation, but I would be grateful if we could have a more detailed discussion."


    Shrugging his shoulders, Marcus took out a table and chairs from his item box and beckoned his beastpanions and Mrazivy over to join their talks.


    Za looked on with interest as each of Marcus'' beastpanions took on their own humanoid forms, save for Inten who was small enough to perch on Marcus'' shoulder.


    "You are one of Gwyneira''s ilk, aren''t you." Za said, her eyes focused on Mrazivy and her expression not looking the least bit pleased.


    "Yes, Gwyneira is my ancestor. I am Mrazivy Borealia, Thirteenth princess of Borealia." Mrazivy said proudly, not showing any fear even under the weight of Za''s frown.


    Za looked conflicted about having a friendly conversation with Mrazivy, likely due to some bad blood with Gwyneira in the past.


    Nevertheless, Mrazivy had been a part of the team that had saved her from a fate far worse than death, so Za cast aside her animosity. She was smart enough to know it would get her nowhere.


    "Earlier you told me that you knew some of those that were keeping watch over me when you arrived. If it would not be too much trouble, would you give me their names and appearances? If they are still nning to cause trouble in my home, I will hunt them down."


    Nodding his head, Marcus told Za everything he knew, though finding out about a member of the Borealian royal family being involved did not help to improve Za''s view of Mrazivy.


    "It just had to be demons, didn''t it." Za grumbled under her breath.


    Among all creatures that appeared on Mirrion, there were none better at spreading chaos and death than demons. The only thing that kept them from destabilizing the entire world was the fact that they originated from another dimension and could not cross over on their own.