“Let me guess.” Menadion’s body slowly reformed while her equipment had already completed its self-repair. “You protected Epphy from that monster of a spell only because Lith would have died if the tower drained him to keep her alive.”

“Correct.” Leegaain shrugged. “It’s also the reason Azith managed to escape. I could have protected Lith while chasing after Azith, but I couldn’t protect Solus as well.

“That Blade Spell was very powerful, and I couldn’t risk Azith pulling another trick while I was too far away to intervene.”

“No matter the reason for which you saved my daughter, you have my gratitude.” Menadion checked Solus’ legs, arms, chest, and face for injuries, and then wrapped her in a tight embrace.

“And mine.” Lith gave the Guardian a deep bow.

“I’m happy to be alive as well, but this explains nothing.” Bytra sighed in frustration. “Who’s Azith, and why have I never heard of him? More importantly, how can he be that powerful?”

“He is, or rather, was my son. One of my firstborns.” Leegaain replied, Warping everyone back to the secret lab’s location. “It’s no wonder you don’t know Azith because he was born over fifty thousand years ago.