Chapter 134: Book 2: Sinking_Die. Respawn. Repeat.

Chapter 134: Book 2: Sinking

 I can''t stop it.

 The thought intrudes on my mind, foreign and not my own. There''s a distant part of me that appreciates that Gheraa makes it clear that these thoughts are his way ofmunicating with me. He could have disguised them, I assume—made me entirely unaware of his intrusion—but he''s instead left me aware.

 Presumably, though, there are limits. Otherwise he''d just be speaking with me directly. The fact that he can''t is just another reminder that despite his presence here, he''s dead.

 What remains of him still acts to show me exactly how out of my depth I am. I can feel my senses being guided, forck of a better term. They pierce through the veil of the Intermediary''s door, a hint of Phaseslip''s power allowing me to cross that threshold, and...

 I sense it. The raid boss.

 There''s an asteroiding.

 It''s enormous—probably the size of Isthanok all on its own. If it were just an ordinary piece of rock, I''d be confident in Whisper and Guard''s ability to stop it, but it''s not. That thing is full of enough Firmament to incinerate all of Isthanok on its own, and something about that Firmament is... wrong.

 It''s twisted the same way Gheraa''s Firmament is twisted. Someone''s death is fueling it, and at the core of that death is something entirely unlike Gheraa''s more protective bent.

 It''s raw, unstoppable hatred. Anger. It burns so brightly that it scalds my mind just to sense it, and I withdraw almost immediately; Gheraa''s presence wraps protectively around me in the same instant, preventing further bacsh."He''s right," I say out loud. "I can''t beat it."

 There''s no one here to hear me. My voice echoes into the empty Intermediary—Bimar, Tarin, Miktik and Guard are all back in the outskirts of Isthanok, past the gate. They can''t hear me. I doubt they can even sense what I''m doing.

 "Not yet," Ahkelios supplies quietly. He forces himself into being. It''s clearly a struggle for him. The Firmament of the Intermediary is intense, and manifesting for him is like forcing himself through ayer of thick, sticky tar. I can feel the strain of it through our shared bond, but he''s forcing himself out anyway, just so he can be here for me.

 I reach out for him, and he climbs into my hand. "Not yet," I echo.

 I still have one option, and I''ve never been anywhere more perfect for it.

 A secondyer phase-shift is best performed in an area of heavy, dense Firmament. The storm outside of Whisper''s castle would have been almost perfect for it, but that storm is gone now, and Whisper isn''t really in a position to provide it again: but that''s fine, because I have a source of something even stronger.

 So strong it''s going to be dangerous to attempt my phase-shift here. So strong it might be safer to just hide here, beyond the threshold, where Gheraa can bend his remaining power to protect me.

 I recognize those thoughts as Gheraa''s vestige reaching out to me again, making me an offer. Hide, it''s saying. It can make sure I stay safe, away from the impact, no matter what happens to Isthanok. It even presents an argument: if I stay within the Intermediary, if I live through the impact, then anyone who remains alive after the asteroid impact will stay alive. If I lose the raid, even those survivors will be gone.

 But how many people are going to survive an impact like that?

 Guard and Whisper, maybe. One or two of the Arena''sbatants, the ones with strong enough defenses to survive an impact of this magnitude. But even those are stretches—I doubt this impact is going to leave any survivors within the Great Cities, let alone within Isthanok.

 No. The choice the vestige is trying to give me isn''t a choice at all, and it knows that as well as I do.

 I need to try to grow now. Even a phase-shift isn''t necessarily going to be enough, but the conditions here are optimal, and Gheraa can bend his death to my benefit. He can twist the corridors of time here, stretch things out so that I have all the time I need. My core is strong enough to withstand a level of pressure that Miktik and Bimar can''t.

 But in order to really benefit from this environment—in order to push this shift as far as it can go...

 I can''t wear this armor. I need to expose myself to the full force of the Firmament here. I need to let it tear away at my core, to force me to confront the core of my power.

 My hands reach for thetches on my suit.

 "Are you sure you know what you''re doing?" Ahkelios asks. He doesn''t stop me—instead, he hops from my hands onto the ground, watching. There''s undeniable worry in his voice, but also... faith. Hope?

 "No." My answer is pretty simple. I thumb thetch, hesitating for a moment. "But I have to try."

 I flick thetch. There''s a series of clicks, a hiss as the armor pops open like a shell—it''s designed to be easy to move in and out of, I''ll give it that.

 Then there''s a fraction of a second where nothing happens. A fraction of a second where I let myself believe that it''s not going to be as bad as everyone has led me to believe. That I''ll be able to push through this shift with no furtherplications.

 That fraction of a second, it turns out, is just the world holding its breath.

 PRESSURE

 The ground beneath me cracks, a physical manifestation of the metaphysical sh that''s suddenly emerged between my soul and the full force of the Intermediary''s Firmament. I stumble, partially copsing, barely noticing Ahkelios''s arms slipping around me as he tries to support my weight. There''s a tang of metal in my mouth.

 A thick, crushing power surrounds me, washing awayplexity of thought with the sheer weight of its presence. I can hear my heartbeat thumping in my ears. For a long moment, it''s the only thing in my mind—the only thing I can process.

 Thump.

 Thump.

 Thump.

 My vision blurs with red. That same red sshes onto the ground beneath me, soaking into the dirt in a puddle that seems... rminglyrge. Ahkelios''s grip around me tightens—I feel him shaking me. I hear him shouting, saying words I don''t have enough capacity to process.

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 But the fear and urgency in them? I understand that all too well, and the part of me that struggles to hold ontches on to that piece of understanding, reminding me of what I''m doing and why I''m doing it.

 Firmament Control.

 Just the process of thinking feels like trying to swim through mud, but I force my Firmament to bear. I reinforce the edges of my soul, my core—build up walls of power,yer afteryer to defend myself against the onught of pressure that''s trying to crush me into nothing.

 Further within, the engine that Gheraa gifted me burns. It draws in every scrap of excess power, almost reveling in the sheer density of Firmament within the Intermediary, exhibiting a greed that isn''t unlike the Void Inspiration in its intensity.

 Mine. This power is mine. All of it will be mine.

 "Ethan!" Ahkelios''s voice is sharp, and I realize distantly that I''m saying those words out loud. The Void Inspiration isn''t silent—it''s roaring, reaching out for the engine in my soul, pouring its power into it like it''s discovered a kindred spirit. The echoes of its greed reverberate in my mind, and I grit my teeth.

 Not now. I have enough to deal with already. I scramble for control in the chaos, feeling the situation slipping through my fingers, and finally, desperately, I call out. Don''t forget our deal.

 Something... changes.

 My words aren''t reinforced by Firmament, but they''re weighed down by something. It feels for a moment like I''ve tapped into a new power source, something that isn''t Firmament, something that reminds me of that gap that the Void first exposed me to.

 Whatever it is, the Void quiets when it hears my words. I can feel it considering them, and then I can feel it bend, changing its mind. It still lends the engine within me its support, but it''s no longer seeking control.

 It''s... trying to help.

 I don''t have time to think about what just happened, about what power I was just able to ess. With the Void now actively supporting me, the pressure is a little more bearable.

 But it still isn''t something I can live through. Not yet. I can feel the physical stress it''s putting me through—once or twice, I swear I can hear a crack as a bone snaps under metaphorical weight turned physical by the force generated in the sh between my core and the full weight of the Intermediary.

 No time to think about that, either. I can''t feel it, anyway. Every cell in my body is focused on survival. One step at a time, one second after the next, moment after agonizing moment...

 I live. My core grows. I can feel the edges of my Firmament, defined more clearly than they''ve ever been before. Any difficulty I might have had sensing the shape of my own power before is gone now. The Intermediary acts like a harsh, unidirectional light, and my resistance to it creates a clear shadow.

 A shadow I can sense growing, adjusting, aligning...

 Shifting.

 [ Firmament base attunement: 100%

 Progress to next phase shift: 99.9% ]

 I''m right at the cusp of change. I feel it building up all around me, the entire essence of my Firmament brought to bear. It''s different from my first phase-shift—there''s no vision, no pir of Firmament I have to fight. The challenge so far is just the intensity of the environment I''m in.

 And then something changes. A threshold is crossed, but... farther than it should be. The sheer depth of power I''m surrounded in forces me deeper into my own Firmament than I''m ready for, and I''m suddenly overwhelmed with the sensation of—

 Drowning.

 I can''t breathe. I''m buried within my own Firmament. Worse, I can''t tell where my Firmament ends and where the Intermediary begins—my connection with my power has deepened, but it''s deepened more than it''s supposed to, and now my power is greater than my self.

 That''s what the questions are for. With every phase-shift, the self needs to grow in tandem with the Firmament, or it gets overwhelmed. And I...

 [ You havepleted your second phase-shift! ]

 [ Anomaly detected. Please report to your designated Integrator— ]

 [ You havepleted your third phase-shift! ]

 The entirety of the Intermediary is unstable, pulled out of alignment with the weight of what just happened. Ahkelios is still holding on to me, only now his eyes are wide. He''s shaking me, shouting, trying to get my attention.

 I can''t move. I imagine this is something simr to what happened with Guard—too much power, not enough self—but the fix I applied to him won''t work here. It''s not the raw quantity of Firmament that''s the problem, it''s the fact that I''ve delved too deep without shaping enough of myself.

 I need... I need to fix this. How do I fix this?

 Start with an answer.

 Gheraa told me what the second shift demands: a definition not of who I am, but who I want to be. With that answer, I shape the direction of my Firmament and my growth. I remember the answer I gave him: that I want to be strong enough to be kind, to have enough strength to risk mercy andpassion even if it doesn''t grant me a calcted advantage.

 That answer hasn''t changed, but it needs refinement. It needs to fit what came before and what wille after.

 The storm of power within me begins to settle, just a bit, as I reassert myself.

 The firstyer. I am whatever I want to be. I allow nobels to define who I am.

 The secondyer. I will be strong enough to define a future on my own terms. Fear will not define my choices. I will choose kindness and mercy andpassion, weather the risk, and I will win regardless.

 Because that''s what the Trials are about. It''s what Gheraa has shown me—it''s what I''ve seen, even, though Teluwat and Whisper and Naru. The Trials aren''t just designed to connect the Interface to each. Like Gheraa told me, they choose who goes to each Trial.

 The notion of randomness is a lie. The Trials corrupt their participants, prey on their worst traits, turn them into soldiers for the Integrators that are happy to ept the power offered even at the cost to themselves, their family, their loved ones.

 They be obedient. Gheraa was right: selfish desires are easier to prey on, and the Integrators build on that.

 I ept no such deal. I will take the power I need to build a future I can believe in.

 My soul solidifies a little against the onught: if nothing else, I feel a little more like myself, and I''m no longer just a speck in the sea of my own power.

 But it isn''t over yet, because the thirdyer still calls to me. It, too, demands an answer. The first and secondyers define the self: what exists in the present and what will shape the future.

 And the third...

 Define your truth.

 I prepare myself to answer, but before I can, something in me cracks, and I feel my soul begin to crumble.

 My core isn''t ready for this. I shouldn''t be at the thirdyer. I''ve only just aligned myself with the second, as much as that''s helped, it isn''t enough. The secondyer exists to guide and direct the growth of Firmament, and it hasn''t had the chance to take effect.

 And so the thirdyer has no purchase. Instead of finding something to align with, it drives a stake into my core, destabilizing everything I''ve built, cracking the foundation I established with the firstyer.

 I know who I am, and I''ve chosen who I will be. But the thirdyer demands sess in the second.

 Right now? It considers me a failure.

 And the penalty for failure is death. True death. This will destroy my Firmament on a fundamental, permanent basis.

 If I die here, I''m noting back.

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Chapter 134: Book 2: Sinking