"Dangerous? So it is uninhabited?"
Tsugon shrugged. "Chances are, the Mahjarrat that originally inhabited the mountains are still there. It is only dangerous because of its monstrous storms, but those Mahjarrat use lightning, so they are unaffected. Why do you ask?"
"I want to go there," Azzanadra said. "Before we leave Freneskae."
"You can go now," Tsugon interjected. "My idea, sadly, will only work for Zaros. You two cannot take part in this training."
Azzanadra nodded. "I'll leave at first light tomorrow, then."
Sliske perked up. "I'll come too. We can't be too careful about rogue Xinadi, and you can protect me from the storms when we get there."
Azzanadra nodded.
Meanwhile, Zaros asked, "Master, what are you planning to do? How can we bypass the Phori-Khanu disagreement?"
Tsugon smiled. "That's the beauty of it. When Thaduka bestowed magic upon you when you were a baby..."
"How did you know it was him?" Zaros interrupted.
Tsugon frowned. "He was my brother. I recognized his magical signature the moment you walked through my door." Zaros cast his eyes downward. "Anyway," Tsugon continued, "When he did that, he partitioned off a part of your soul. If he had placed his Phori magic into your normal human blood, you would have washed yourself clean of it after a while. This way, it festered within its small share of your spirit and replenished itself, allowing the supply in your bloodstream never to run out. What I propose is that I fill the remainder, which I guess is around half, of your soul with my own Khanu magic. That way, you can control the side of your soul that you tap into during battle and choose your magical style. You can have both, but remember, you must keep only one type in your blood at one time. Otherwise, you will be defenseless."
Zaros remembered the strange second statue in his mind. That must have been Thaduka's section. The story added up, in its own strange way. "Sounds good," he replied. "When do we start?"
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