Lith had yet to find a way to raise the Balorâs corpse as a lesser undead without the effects of the black eye amplifying the spell and turning the dead monster into a greater undead with a will of its own and a big grudge against him.
Kalla was a much better Necromancers, so her green wisp carried enough of her willpower to harness the full potential of the creature while retaining full control over its ever-growing blood core.
On top of that, Trouble-Kalla shared his thoughts with her original body, keeping the Healers updated about the events unfolding inside the Sapling.
"Thereâs no time to lose, we must go help them!" Marth said once he understood how deep was the Saplingâs betrayal.
"You will never make it in time." Trouble-Kalla shook his head. "Dimensional magic is sealed even to those with an acorn. Lyta?"
The Dryad tried to open a Gate leading to the city and failed. She tried several times, changing the destination, but to no avail.
"If you want to evacuate, you must do it by flight. Even the powers that Leannan bestowed upon me donât work anymore." She said.
"That, or we could move to the infected treehouses." Quylla said. "Professor, we didnât choose to stay behind just to run away. We did it to deal with any trick that Erlik might have left behind.
"If we stay here and the treehouses activate, whatever their purpose is, weâll never make it in time."
Marth nodded.
âAs long as thereâs hope for victory we cannot retreat. Yet I canât just fool around either. I need to warn the Kingdom about the threat that such a powerful being could pose to us if it sides with the undead.â
Marth sent a couple of mages away, to get out of Laruel and report everything to the Crown. Then, the mages in the lab split into three teams and moved towards the three known places where Erlik had left bundles of his tissues.
Kalla-Trouble took flight thanks to the Balorâs wings while appreciating how the black eye of the Balor naturally replenished the creatureâs blood core while the other two eyes were charging up with elemental energy.
âSuch a wonderful specimen. Too bad that Scourge is unwilling to give it to me.â Even a sliver of Kallaâs mind would worry about her research first and about her own impending death later.
As Manohar would say, first things first.
Leannan was having a hard time dealing with Erlik. The Draugr was inexperienced compared to her at handling the Saplingâs resources cost him a lot of focus. They had been standing still nearly for a full minute, yet no one had disturbed their fight and for a good reason.
Both of them were trying to use the Saplingâs wooden tendrils to attack the enemy faction, but due to their conflicting willpowers giving conflicting orders with almost the same authority, a vortex of squirming wood had surrounded them.
It blocked all kinds of magic and turned whoever came even close to it into shreds. Erlik was blocking dimensional magic within the entirety of Laruel for anyone but undead and manipulating the wooden tendrils, whereas Leannan was just manipulating the tendrils while trying to open a dimensional pathway for her allies from the other city-states.
In theory, having fewer things to control, and with her superior knowledge, she was supposed to overpower the Draugr. Unfortunately, the Saplings begged to differ. The ancient creature was slightly sided with the undead, tipping the scales in their favor.
âWhy are you doing that? Have I not upheld my side of our bargain for all these years?â Leannan wanted to curse and threaten the Sapling, but she knew better. Were the true ruler of Laruel to believe her, it could end the battle in seconds.
Even though she despised it for its betrayal, she had to parlay.
âYouâre only partly correct.â The Sapling replied. âYes, you kept providing me knowledge, but itâs useless. My days are about to end, I have barely a few more centuries in me.
âYou didnât find a single exceptional mage, nor did you persuade a single Awakened to live here, just like your predecessor. Erlik, instead, found a solution to all my problems in a matter of months.
âHis symbiote will prolong my existence, so that once I Awaken, those centuries will turn into millennia, giving me the time I need to find a way to pass my knowledge onto a new generation and becoming a second World Tree!â
âThatâs it? Youâre blaming us for your failure to Awaken?â Leannan was flabbergasted. âYou still have plenty of time to Awaken, plus you could just entrust your knowledge to us. Death is not the end, just the beginning of a new cycle.
âPlenty of us die every day, yet none of them sacrificed a whole city for petty reasons.â
âPlenty of time?â The Sapling sneered. âWithout the symbiote, even if I were to Awaken tomorrow, it might not be enough. With the feeble minds you lesser beings have, the population of the entire city can barely hold a fraction of the wisdom I gained through the millennia.
âAlso, itâs easy for you to speak about life and death since you are still young. Once I die, you just have to find yourself a new Sapling, whereas Iâll rot here, abandoned like trash.
âI wonât allow myself to just become a footnote in history! You should be grateful that Iâm still giving you the opportunity to prove me wrong. Erlikâs greed knows no bounds, hence I canât trust him fully.
âSure, his alleged ally in the Council will Awaken both of us, but how much of my knowledge theyâll demand in exchange? What if their method fails? In the past, Iâve discovered at my expenses that the same technique doesnât work for everyone, especially for those belonging to a different race.â
âIf you donât trust him, then why go along with his plan?â Leannan asked.
âYou are his last test. If Erlik doesnât manage to defeat you, it means that heâs too weak to succeed. I canât support a weakling, otherwise his Awakened master will just take what they want.â The usually strong voice of the Sapling was filled with doubt and desperation.
Leannan could somewhat understand their reasons, but not condone their methods. The World Sapling was just looking for an easy way out, something that would have a steep price and that would take much more than it would give.
Yet the Sapling didnât care because it wasnât the one paying the piper, otherwise it would have just asked to be turned into an undead.
âWho is this Awakened master?â Leannan asked.
âI donât know. Iâve clouded my mind to Erlik just like he did to me. I only know that itâs an undead and itâs very powerful, which is exactly the reason why I need Erlik to prove to me that heâs more than a brilliant mind. So far, he disappointed me.â The Sapling replied.
âOnly one way to find out!â Leannan cut off the mind link that the tattoos on her back had created and requested the Sapling to activate the ancient ritual of the Chosen. The vortex of vines surrounding the contenders grew in size and power.
Each one of them became covered in runes, suppressing all the artifacts within its premises and leaving the Sovereigns with nothing but their skill.