《The Grand Weave》 Chapter 1: Stuck in the Void I didn''t know how long I had been floating in the void, but it felt like it had been years. Despite my slowly deteriorating grasp of time, I still vividly remembered what happened before I got stuck in the endless black. Sam and I were about to leave for the Halloween party when a loud noise suddenly disrupted the sounds of laughter and trick-or-treaters. The noise grew louder, drowning out all other sounds, and we exchanged a brief glance of worry before it abruptly stopped. The world fell silent, and a flash of violet light took away our vision. The only thing I could think of was that we had been struck by lightning. The static noise and violet light just reinforced my theory even more. Running with the idea of the heavens smiting us, I could only come up with one conclusion. I was in a coma. I couldn''t feel anything. All I could do was think. I had always read stories of people losing their grasp of reality the more untethered they became from physical sensations. Was that what was happening to me? Was I trapped in my brain for who knows how long? Strangely enough, I didn''t feel any worry or panic. You would have thought I''d be stressing out over the idea of being permanently trapped inside my head, but I wasn''t. Instead, my thoughts turned to the party that Sam and I were missing. I''m not sure how Sam managed to do it, but she was able to convince me that dressing up as a demonic chef would be a unique and creative costume idea. We put together a costume using fake blood, a cheap rubber cleaver, a slightly ripped chef''s outfit, and silly pouches filled with various seasonings, which made for a pretty convincing butcher. However, Sam felt the ensemble needed something more, so we added some red face paint, fake horns, and a pair of uncomfortable contacts to complete the look. If it weren''t for the fact that she was dressed in full combat leathers, I would have complained about how annoying it was to get ready. It took us fifteen minutes to argue about bringing her oversized larp hammer, but she eventually settled on an inflated rubber one, grumbling all the while. Sam''s health limited our outings, but we always put effort into doing something special for Halloween, a holiday we both enjoyed. Even if the next day was a literal hell for her, she deserved to feel like a normal person now and again. After a while, thoughts about Halloween and Sam went down a rabbit hole of random thoughts. I floated between ideas of cooking only with candy and what kind of food a five-star demon restaurant would serve. The food recipes started as high-class fantasy grub to an increasingly strange menu that would weird out even the hardiest of foodies. Just as I started my breakdown of medusa hair spaghetti with kraken venom, a flash of light startled me from my thoughts. As I focused on the light, it faded to an image of a glowing stone door. When I looked closely enough, the door had endless runic symbols etched all over the surface, with occasional tiny pulses of color highlighting the lines. I couldn''t make out the shapes. Every time I focused on them, they began to blur until I looked away. Is this my brain telling me I finally snapped, or perhaps an exaggerated dramatization of me returning to the real world? The door started to slowly open as I stayed still, waiting to see what the door would show me on the other side of the frame. I thought I braced myself for just about any possibility, but when the door opened to a barrier of gold and a yellow tentacle began to slither out, I blanked. If some Cthulhu-esque mind eater started worming into my head to eat me, I preferred staying in the void. First, one tentacle stepped out, then two, and then five. By the time I finished counting, I was staring at thirteen rubbery appendages. They were lemon yellow with bands of neon green. The bands grew thicker and thicker until they reached the main body they were attached to. I was right; it was some kind of annoying mindeater. Giving the sour candy-colored monster another look, I was surprised to see that it had two normal arms ending in claws instead of tentacles. The face was exactly what you''d think it''d be, with a tentacled squid head and two giant orbs of black staring at me. The creature suddenly crossed his arms and tapped its tentacles. Huh, the abomination seemed annoyed at me for some reason. Maybe it was disappointed that it spent all the effort for that dramatic entrance just to find me floating in the dark. "I wasn''t being dramatic, whelp! That is just the door that I have to use to enter these spaces," a loud voice suddenly rang out. Surprisingly, it sounded silky smooth, the kind of voice I would want to fall asleep to as it read me a story. Gah! It was probably just trying to lure me in before it devoured my mind. I wasn''t sure how I was going to resist the alluring-sounding monster, but being lulled to oblivion sounded much better than screaming pain. Being trapped with my thoughts for so long probably has made me off-kilter. Now that I thought about it, I didn''t even know if I had a body. For all I knew, I was just a floating orb in the middle of nothing. "That''s exactly what you are right now. A small soul floating in a sea of nothing." The mind flayer leaned in closer and cocked its head. "Hmm, silver streaks? A high-tiered soul, eh? Hah! Zuldraea is not going to be happy having to sponsor you. I told her she couldn''t afford to play around with the rituals with her low resources, but did she listen to me? No. I might as well inform her of the new debt she owes. She will make such a lovely sour face." The silky voice started rambling, not making complete sense. I''d hoped for something else if this was the afterlife. A rambling anthropomorphic calamari was destroying any confidence I could muster in the situation. If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. From what I could understand, my chances of being in a coma were frighteningly slim. A sponsor didn''t sound too bad. It seemed I got my ''blasted to oblivion restitution gifts.'' The squid man suddenly looked to his right, staring into nothingness with rapt attention. Nothing happened for a good while. The silence dragged on long enough that I could have mistaken the mind flayer for a statue. "Uh, are you still there, Mr. Squid-man? Is everything al¡ª" my voice cut off as a new door phased into existence. The new door was similar in that it was made of stone, but it was darker, and the runes seemed to swirl more than the first one. The door opened silently and out stepped a man in a silver suit. He wasn''t human. Out of his head grew spiraling black horns, and there seemed to be a crimson-furred tail swinging behind him. His eyes glowed a mixture of red, orange, and gold that stood out amongst his pale skin. Waving a clawed hand, he made his way towards us. He looked older, maybe early forties, young enough but not too young. "Why are you here and not Zuldraea? You''d have no reason to bail her out," the squid-man said accusingly. "I managed to convince her I was doing a small favour and took the soul debt off her hands. And before you ask, let''s say I''m working off a hunch. I plan on offering a deal to our new soul here," said the man. His voice was deeper but equally smooth. "The weave hasn''t even finalized his legacy yet. You have no idea if it will even be good enough for what I think you''re planning on doing," scoffed the squid man. "No worries, Eraztis, I know what I''m doing. Besides, he hasn''t even accepted my offer yet, so nothing is certain," the suited man said confidently. To that reply, Eraztis just snorted while shaking his head. The suited man turned towards me and walked closer. I didn''t feel anything from him, no aura of evil, and he wasn''t looking at me like I was some snack. I was instantly curious about what kind of deal he would offer me, and the tidbit about some Legacy had me equally excited. If getting isekaied came with perks from a god, then I wasn''t going to complain. Even if Cthulhu squid and a fox demon should have blasted mental warning sirens, I didn''t feel like I was in danger. "I know you probably have a lot of questions. I can''t answer everything; there are certain rules in place, and we don''t have that much time. So, getting to the point, you''re dead. You got hit by what we call an ether storm. Zuldraea, the goddess who was originally supposed to be here, caused the storm to breach into your realm and zapped you and your friend. Thankfully, the Grand Weave has a system in place for when this happens. You are now known as a reborn. Your original body is destroyed," he explained. After dropping the entire info dump, he paused. His shoulders slumped slightly, and he grimaced. The suited man sighed before continuing. "In order for the Grand Weave to integrate you back into our system, you will be given a new body. It''s usually random, but it will, about eight times out of ten, make you a race native to the world you are being put into. "Along with the new body, you are given a Legacy. Think of it like a brand on your soul that provides benefits to those who have it. Everybody wants to get one, and it provides a plethora of effects that help put you above everyone else. Are you with me so far?" he paused, staring at me with a strange expression. I didn''t think I could nod yes, but for the most part, I understood things so far. He seemed to understand my thoughts and nodded before explaining further. "In addition to what the system gives you, the deity who zapped you must also provide you with a skill stone and a perk. The skill stone must be of high rarity, and the perk requires a significant amount of our power to channel. I have committed to fulfilling this obligation, regardless of whether you agree to my offer," he stated. The strange, suited man gave me a reassuring smile. My mind briefly went blank at the mention of the skill stone and perk. I was mostly joking about the idea of being isekaied, but it looked like this "Grand Weave" was about to make those thoughts a reality. I felt like I should be feeling something other than excitement about all this, but I didn''t. This was a fantastic opportunity. People dream of precisely this sort of thing happening. The man grinned as he waited for me to get my thoughts together. If he could indeed read my mind, then he knew he had me. "I said the race change is usually random, but I can force it into a specific choice. I don''t have any worshippers or devotees. I am not a name you see in temples; frankly, I don''t want to be. I have no need for another follower or sycophant. So make no mistake, I am not asking you to become either of those things. However, I am asking you to become a¡­ Chosen, of sorts. Don''t worry. I''ll be more of a mentor to you rather than a master. There are many reasons why I am doing this, and I can''t explain most of them. Suffice it to say; I am doing this because it has been a long time since I had a scion. And I was told by a dear friend of mine that today there would be a soul I was looking for, and¡­ well, here we are. If you agree, you''ll take up my main species, and I''ll upgrade the rarity of skill stone and perk that will be given," he said seriously. His smile was still there, but his eyes were complex and encompassing. I took a while to think about everything I was told. The idea of being beholden to some unknown god rubbed me the wrong way. Looking at the god, he didn''t seem evil, and he did say he wasn''t looking for a worshipper. A thousand things were screaming "danger" to me in big flashing red letters¡­ Yet, I was offered an improved boon rather than what was normally given. I had no idea what I was heading into, but I knew I would need any benefit I could get. Besides, the god wasn''t some monstrosity, so the idea of becoming like him wasn''t bad at all. Inner nerd me was honestly kind of giddy about becoming some fox-tailed demon-looking thing. It sure beat being a squid-man with lemon skin. The other god glared and his tentacles writhed but he kept silent. I looked at the demon god, deciding to stare him in the eyes, and accepted the offer. He broke out in a huge grin, showing a look of both relief and happiness. Without saying another word, he looked at the squid-man and waited. Eraztis stared once more at the other god while they both froze like statues, neither making even a twitch. Finally, after a brief eternity, Eraztis held up his claws palm side up. Without wasting a beat, the other god pulled out a dagger and placed his left hand over Eraztis'' claw before slicing it into his own. The blood pooled out of the cut hand, forming a small congealed ball over the claw. It was a vibrant crimson mixed with streams of gold. Reaching into his suit''s breast pocket, he pulled out a shimmering green crystal the size of a child''s fist and placed it into the other claw. Eraztis glided towards me with the orb made of blood and the crystal. As he stepped close enough, the silky smooth voice rang inside my head. "DEAR NEW SOUL! THE GRAND WEAVE WELCOMES ANOTHER REBORN INTO ITS TAPESTRY. YOUR LIFE IS SET ANEW, AND ANOTHER LEGACY IS TO JOIN THE RANKS. THE SOUL DEBT OWED BY ZULDRAEA HAS BEEN PAID BY CALSTRAX. TAKE THESE BOONS, YOUNG ASCENDED. MAY YOUR THREAD WEAVE A GRAND STORY!" The proclamation shook the void around us and made the world vibrate with each new word. Right as the vibrations reached their peak, Eraztis plunged his claws into me, causing horrific pain. Just as my vision faded in a blinding white light, I saw text appear before me. SYSTEM INITIATED: SOUL BEING THREADED INTO THE WEAVE SOUL REFORGING COMMENCED. BRACE THYSELF FOR IMMENSE PAIN Chapter 2: Meeting Our New Selves At first, the pain was nothing more than a faint static. The static quickly shifted into pins and needles. The feeling felt like my entire body had fallen asleep, and now somebody was pressing against my skin. Soon, the needles turned into fiery pricks that jabbed liquid heat into me. It hurt like hell and didn''t stop. If I had a mouth, I''d scream until my throat bled. After what felt like an eternity, the fire cooled, the heat disappearing. Suddenly, it felt like someone had dipped me in an ice bath. Instead of hurting, the cold soothed my soul as a frigid balm to the heat. Next came a pop, and sounds returned in a cascade. A faint rustling in the wind made me think I was next to some trees. Throughout what felt like minutes, my senses all came back. I tentatively opened my eyes, unsure of what to expect. I found myself in a forest. Everything seemed normal, except the leaves were tinted a light blue. I looked down at myself and found that I was completely naked. It made sense, assuming that everything got destroyed by the storm. My skin seemed normal, but my nails were sharpened to a point and were black as coal. Right, I''m not human anymore. Remembering what the suited man looked like, I instantly turned around and tried to see if I had a tail. Strangely, there was none. I expected a swishy fox tail. I raised my hands to the top of my head and felt something smooth. Running my hands up and down, it seemed I had two horns jutting out. They seemed about as long as my hand. It was weird that they were smooth instead of spiraling, yet another divergent detail. As I checked out the rest of my body, a crisp crackle forced me to turn around. "Wow! Gotta say you''re looking good," said the suited man as he hovered before me. "Uh, hi there uh¡­" I led. "Just call me Cal." "Right, hello, Cal. Thanks for paying my soul debt and all, but I thought you said you''d make me like you. Why are my horns different? And no tail?" I asked the floating god. "Well¡­ the answer to that is complicated, but I can simplify," After I nodded he continued with an easy smile. My tail and horns are because of my evolved race. When you evolve, you probably won''t look like me." When I opened my mouth to ask the obvious question, he held up a hand. "Sadly, I don''t have a lot of time to explain all that." Just as he finished, he started coughing. "You all right? I didn''t think gods could get lung issues," I asked, slightly baffled. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and stood straight again. "Normally not, but to make you my scion, I had to give up a lot, and I was already weakened. It''s exactly for this reason that I won''t be available for a good while. I will have to rest and recuperate until I''m stable again. I''ve got minutes before I have to leave since this body can''t handle the lower ambient mana." This body? Does he have more? "So listen to me. First, your friend Sam is nearby. She was reborn first by about 3 hours. Head west from here for about fifteen minutes, and you''ll find a cave. Do yourself a favor and call out first. You both have completely new bodies that look different from your original. Well, you don''t look too different. She does so brace yourself." He then opened a small red portal about the size of his head. He reached in and pulled out three sets of identical clothes. The clothes were simple. There were rough black leather boots and three baggy, black cotton pants with matching underwear. Included were also three grey long-sleeve shirts made of the same material. "Take these. I can''t honestly give you much since there are stupid rules about how much help we can give early on. I know you haven''t looked at your menus yet, so tuck away the extra pair when you do. You can never have too many spare sets of clothing. After all, dressing well makes you feel well." He straightened out his suit with that statement and wiped some invisible dust. Honestly, I wasn''t surprised at the idea of dimensional storage. I was excited to learn that I had one of my own, which was another benefit of this situation. Cal suddenly came closer and grabbed my left wrist. Turning it around to expose my palm, he pressed his thumb right where my hand connected. I felt a brief flash of heat before he removed his thumb. A small crimson symbol appeared. It looked like an upside-down triquetra inside of a circle. "Hmmm¡­ It looks like you are going to be one interesting individual. Honestly, I gave you a higher-tiered healing skill stone. I didn''t think your legacy would change it so drastically. I can''t wait to see what it''ll do," he said. Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon. I looked up at Cal to find his eyes practically glowing, his grin exposing an impressive set of canines. "I suggest you don''t activate it until you can get your friend to watch over you. Little tip, when you''re there, try to channel your mana. Go with what feels right to you," he warned. Before I could ask him what he meant, he started coughing again. This time, I saw some blood spittle out. "Urrgh, I haven''t felt this bad since I fought Grelakus. Okay, only a little time left. Look in that bush over there when you''re picking your clothes up. You''ll find the storms left you with a couple of items. Don''t worry about them until after you settle in with your friend. Whenever you guys feel ready, walk northwest, it''ll take you about four days. Thankfully, the Weave didn''t send your souls too far from a settlement." He approached me until he was close enough to touch my shoulder. His expression was strange as his eyes softened. "It''s been a while since I''ve had a scion. You''ll learn more in due time, but know I''m excited to see what you''ll achieve, Cyrus. No matter what, you''ll make me proud, boy." With that, he vanished with a loud pop. I didn''t know how to feel by the sudden tenderness of the words. I didn''t think agreeing to become his scion would be so personal. His expression and gentle touch honestly made him feel fatherly. It was not how I imagined my relationship with a god to feel like. Giving one last look around me to ensure I was safe, I finally addressed the tiny blip at the very corner of my vision. If the stories were anything to follow, I''d just have to think of the word status. As I mentally thought of the word, text appeared in front of my face again. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn (Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills: Passive Skills: Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood Honestly, I wasn''t sure if I expected more or less the magic character sheet. I was now something called a Felkin, and my age was up in the air. None of it made sense, but that only created a seed of excitement. You have magic now. Hah. And all it took was a little dying! Looking at my active skills, the healing skill I got from Cal was a summons. The Legacy sounded interesting, and it seemed Cal was a demon. He didn''t seem evil, so perhaps demons were different from what I knew back on Earth. I was about to focus on the skills and see if I could get a description when suddenly I heard a small snap far to my right. Deciding that I''d save figuring everything out after I met up with Sam, I went over to my clothes. Lacking socks made putting on the boots feel weird, but I couldn''t complain. Honestly, the clothes were super comfortable and fit me perfectly. I''d have to thank Cal next time for giving them to me. They sure beat running around a forest naked. Looking near me towards the bush Cal mentioned, I walked over and bent down. I rummaged around till my hand closed around two small round objects. Pulling the items out, I saw that I had grabbed a pair of small pouches, both fitting comfortably in my hand. One was orange and had a small jack-o''-lantern face stitched into its surface. It had a black ribbon tying it closed. The other pouch was an unblemished white with gold thread. Resisting the urge to open them and see what was inside, I took them to the clothes and laid them on top of one of the shirts. I searched the bush one more time but didn''t find anything else. I stared at the small pile of stuff and tried to see if I could activate the magic. Initially, there was no visible response after I attempted to activate the skill. However, I focused once more and envisioned it. It took twelve seconds, and I sensed a refreshing sensation in my chest, akin to water coursing through my veins. Woah. Before me, motes of light gathered in a hungry swarm before congealing together. I blinked, and a creature apeared. It looked kind of like a derpy, dragon baby--If you took a baby but gave it a large dragon head and a tail with tiny, leathery wings. It had four black stubs resembling baby horns and huge all-black eyes. There were no pupils or irises, but I could tell they were still staring at me. Its scales were a mix of purple and black. "Uh, hello there, little one," I awkwardly greeted the dragonling. It kept staring at me for a few long seconds till it waved a small little claw. Again, something about the situation scratched at the back of my thoughts. This whole situation felt like a dream, maybe it was. But even if that was true and I wasn''t dead, what changed by playing along? "Right, so are you my dimensional storage? I kind of need to store those clothes and the two small pouches. If that''s alright with you." The little dragonling moved closer to the pile until its head was mere inches away. It opened its maw without any noise, and a small vortex seemed to suction everything in. It closed its mouth with a loud CHOMP. It gave me one last glance before it flew and disappeared into my chest. Well, that was weird. With another scan of my surroundings, I tested the boots and stomped the ground before I began heading West. I hoped Sam was okay with whatever race she got. I was more concerned about her health. If magic could transport our souls into a whole new world, it could get rid of her old body''s problems. It took fifteen minutes for me to exit the treeline and find myself staring at a gray mountain. There was a small opening to a cave slightly to my left, and I saw some smoke coming from somewhere above the cave. I walked over and stopped at the entrance. Sitting around a small fire was somebody wearing brown-colored clothing similar to mine. The woman wasn''t human. Blue skin matched the even deeper blue hair. And jutting out from the center of her forehead, stood a pearly white horn adding an adittional four inches of height. I shouted out loud, not wanting to scare her by suddenly walking up out of nowhere."Sam? Is that you? It''s me, Cyrus." Immediately, the person stood up and grabbed a giant branch from her side. I stared at crimson eyes lit up by the fire. If this was Sam... She was terrifying. Gone was the petite woman I knew, and in her place, a muscular amazon stood before me. She lowered her improvised club and let it drop. "Cyrus?" It was familiar, and I smiled, but it was deeper, and held more life than I had heard in months. "Yeah, him in the flesh. I''m apparently part demon, now," I managed to reply before she rushed up and hugged me. She didn''t just hug me; she picked me up and held me like I was no more than a child. I could feel corded muscles underneath her clothes. Whatever her race was, she was strong and well-toned. "Alright, jeez, you can put me down now. It looks like somebody went crazy on the muscle slider. That and tall as shit," I commented warily. She gave me a giant smile that exposed thick fangs bigger than Cal''s. "Yeah, well, while I''m over here, well over six-feet of beefy meat, somebody had to go and stay a short fuck," she taunted. "Damnit" Chapter 3: A New Familiar "So, you got adopted by a demon god?" Sam asked. "Pretty much. Not sure what it means. I don''t think it''s anything horrible; if anything, it should be a pretty good thing. Never hurts to have someone powerful in your corner," I replied. "Well, I hope you know you definitely won in the looks department. You look like an elf, just an elf with black nails, horns, and silver hair. Oh, and your eyes are kinda creepy but cool. All black, with no pupils, just faintly glowing pink orbs. I''d say killer contacts, but I know they''re real." "Uggggh, I became a demonic pretty boy, and you turned into a blue she-hulk. I hope I''m considered good-looking in this world," I complained light-heartedly. She paused for a bit, staring into the fire as she thought about everything I said. "Hey Cy, did you notice something weird when you were in the void?" she asked carefully. Her question made me raise my eyebrows. "If you''re talking besides the whole weirdness of the gods and us being disembodied souls, then no. I don''t think there was anything too weird outside of that," I said sarcastically. "From what you described, it seems you and I experienced it. Don''t you think it''s weird how we acted during all that? Looking back on it now, the lack of fear is strange. It wasn''t just a lack of fear but how cavalier we acted about the situation. Even if you usually just roll with whatever''s happening, there''s no way we would be so nonchalant about a mind squid just showing up. Especially not while trapped with nothing but our thoughts. I mean, we weren''t harmed or anything. But still..." I frowned. I remembered everything clearly, but it did seem strange the longer I thought about it. "I¡­ you''re right. It does seem strange. I don''t know if I''d have changed my mind about accepting the deal, but yeah, that''s concerning. A demon and a squid god really should have made me pause and think things through much more carefully," "I guess it doesn''t matter much right now. You could probably ask Cal when he can talk to you again. Honestly, he sounded way better than Zuldraea. The lady just came in, shoved things into Eraztis'' hands, and then left. If adoption is on the table, I''m picking someone else." "Yeah, I got lucky, I suppose. Which, speaking of, what goodies did you get from all this?" She didn''t reply. Instead, I suddenly got a blip in the corner of my vision again. Mentally selecting it, her status popped out. STATUS Name: Samantha Race: Reborn (Oni) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills: Passive Skills: Perks: Legacy of the Ocean''s Hammer Wave Rider Elemental Heritage The first thing to unpack was her race. It might explain the horn and her new muscles, yet I only knew that it was some kind of Japanese demon. Her muscles might be intimidating, but she didn''t seem too demonic. Then again, I didn''t even know if Earth''s lore meant anything in this world. Her dimensional storage didn''t have a modifier after it, so that was something special to me. Her legacy and other perks point towards something water-based. It was good to know at least one of us seemed to get some sort of attack skill. I''d hate for us to die before we even got to the settlement Cal told me about. "Hey, any idea what your legacy does?" I asked her. Another blip followed, and I got the description of her skill and perks. Legacy of the Ocean''s Hammer: Elemental Heritage Wave Rider Tidal Fist: "So, what yah think? Pretty cool, right?" Sam asked as I finished reading the descriptions. "Yeah, it sounds pretty awesome. I''m not going to go and find that you became some sort of pirate queen a few years down the line, am I?" I asked jokingly. "Ooooh, that sounds like a pretty fun idea. Maybe that''s the backup plan," she grinned. Then she paused before grabbing the treebranch by her side. "I think I prefer using big bonk weapons to swords, though." "Swords are impractical anyway, right? Or at least that''s you''ve told me a few hundred times," I said, shrugging. "Eh, it''ll make me more unique. Now, come on! I showed you mine. Now show me yours," she said while wiggling her eyebrows. I rolled my eyes. "I haven''t even got a chance to look at the descriptions yet. Give me a second," It took a thought and the screen popped into view. Even though it looked game-like, I continued to marvel at how awesome it all was. A bit of focus pulled up my status and the descriptions flashed into view. Legacy of the Obsidian Crown: Scion of Calstrax: Demonic Blood Summon Familiar: Verdant Healer: (N/A) (Currently no spirit contracted) Racial Skill: Dimensional Storage: Star Whelp After reading through everything, I shared my status with Sam. There was just the crackle of the fire for a long while as she read. I stoked the flames and waited. Stolen story; please report. Apparently, when reading your status, you look like you''re staring off into nothing. Her eyes slowly regained focus and she shook her head. "Wow. Not gonna lie. Your legacy sounds kinda edgy. I mean, Ocean''s warrior just sounds cool, but a spirit lord seems a tad much. Hmmm¡­. If all your skills shift into summons, then you could have a whole plethora of different element types. Your versatility would be off the charts. I''m apparently stuck with water and punching things so far, not complaining, but I seem to have my niche," she said. "That''s actually a great idea. Just get different familiars, so I''ll never be screwed in a scenario. Do you think I can get myself something that''ll serve as a mount? Though thinking about how our Legacies work, does that mean you can''t use a fire-based skill stone? Or do you think it''ll shift it into something like boiling water? If anything, you could, at the very least, find a good skill for making nice hot baths. Actually, scratch that. We are definitely getting you a hot bath skill," I teased. All the novels and stories try to paint being an adventurer as some grand, awesome thing. In reality, they never mention all the less-than-amazing details. Being reborn in a world without toilet paper honestly sounded like a nightmarish situation. And spending days or weeks on the road means you would struggle to find a way to bathe regularly. Nobody thinks about how medieval towns stunk. Though, that''s only if we''re actually in a pseudo-medieval fantasy world. Maybe everything is high-tech and modern? She just shrugged her shoulders. "Eh, I guess we will figure it all out eventually, and boiling water sounds dangerous as fuck. So I won''t complain if I get it as a skill. Another thing, how come your summon said no contracted spirit? Do we have to go hunt a spirit for you to beat into submission? Unfortunately, I don''t think we have any pokeballs." Being stuck in her room most hours of the day, reading and gaming were some of the hobbies we equally shared. It was nice to nerd out and find some grounding to fall back on. And while Sam''s new body looked stoic and tough, I could see the edges of worry on her face. Blue Sam or normal Sam, she kept the same facial cues. I leaned into her and nudged her sidde. "Haha, very funny. At least, I hope that''s not something I need to do. Cal told me I should wait till I had you watching over me when I use my skill. Might be dangerous. Think you can help me with that right now?" "Yeah, sure, I haven''t seen any wildlife so far, and if anything, I''m not afraid to use my big stick. Go do your thing. I''ll protect your squishy arse," she teased. I gave her the finger as I prepared myself. I wasn''t sure what would happen, so I moved further away from the fire and sat down with my legs crossed. No reason to waste time. I activated my skill, and then my world turned black. My conciousness fought to stay grounded but it was impossibly slippery. It was as close to the feeling of falling asleep and desperately jerking your body in attempt to stay sitting. But the feeling grew and lost all sensation before I slipped away. Opening my eyes, I found myself in a forest. Everything looked weird, like nothing was in focus, and more colors than green surrounded me. Looking down, I found a circle a few meters wide, closing me in. The world was strangely mute, even though I could see the trees rustling with a faint wind. Nothing happened as I kept staring at the surreal landscape. I sat up and stared at the edges of the circle. Everything about the circle screamed in my guts that trying to move beyond its lines would be dangerous. Alright, focus Cyrus. What did Cal tell you to do? Cal told me to channel my mana and go with what felt right. Lacking any other ideas, I decided to start with just that. I closed my eyes and tried to remember what I felt when I used my dimensional storage. Soon, the same cooling effect ran through me, and my mana flowed. I opened my eyes to find the circle around me glowing a faint green. The glow was so dim I could barely see it. Closing my eyes again, I pushed even more into the ground. Cool transitioned into cold winds until small waves were hitting my veins. It clawed at my sides and took what little warmth my blood could conjure before even that froze over. On shaky breaths, the flow stuttered and I eased the flood of the frigid waters. I could barely keep myself standing. Exhausted, I kept my eyes closed while panting and shivering. Minutes passed and the feeling didn''t fade. Slowly, I looked up and jumped in fright at what I saw. The first thing I noticed was the circle. It was almost painfully bright. Beyond the glow, I also saw a ring of vibrant flowers and plants growing next to the outer edge. Gone was the blurry fogscape, and in its place stood crystal clear glass. Those things, however, were almost forgotten when I stared at all the creatures surrounding me. I saw thirteen creatures in all. Most seemed to be an animal of some type, while there were four humanoid-looking monsters spread throughout. Notably, there were three figures that loomed above the rest. There was a giant wolf who made of roots with amber eyes that seeoed glistening sap down its snout. He was about as tall as a minibus. The other two were an emerald-furred gorilla of the same size and what looked like a treant. The giant root wolf howled into the air, silencing all the other creatures. The treant nodded to the great wolf while stepping forward. A deep, gravelly voice rang out. "Young Lord, we are the three guardians of this forest. These little ones have heard your call and have come to answer. What is it that you seek?" I wasn''t sure how to properly address the creatures before me, so I bowed. I must have done something right because the gorilla gave me an approving nod. As I opened my mouth to speak, instinct guided my thoughts and knowledge clicked into place. I cleared my throat and spoke as calmly as possible. "Greetings, great protectors of the forest. I have come to make a contract with a spirit. I am looking for a Verdant Healer." The treant turned towards the smaller spirits next to it before speaking again. "Those who do not wish to walk the healer''s path stand beside Guldalas. If you still seek to enter a contract, step forward," he commanded. I was a little disappointed when all but three walked away and stood next to the gorilla. My heart dropped a little more when the third, a small grass-coloured owl, also stepped back. The two that remained were what looked like a fairy, except her skin was a pale green. She had two purple orbs as eyes. And on her back was a set of beautiful butterfly wings. The other spirit was what looked like a living rose. There were two black eyes just below the petals, but other than those humanoid features, it looked like a flower. It stood on two thorn-covered vines. "Two younglings remain, young Lord. Now, choose who you wish to contract with," he thundered. I wasn''t sure what exactly I was looking for, but Cal told me to do what felt right. I tried to see if I felt more inclined towards one of the others, yet I didn''t feel anything different even after flaring the dregs of what was left of my mana. Asking which one the treant thought was better seemed rude, and I felt I would anger the great protectors. Once again, I tried to see if my mana would help me. Channeling it, I tried to searched for the strange feeling from before; when the knowledge slid into place. Seconds passed, nothing changed as I used my mana, at least at first. A slight tugging sensation pulled my focus. It was so faint I would have thought I was just playing tricks on myself, but the feeling persisted. I walked towards the fairy and stopped at the edge of the circle. I looked up at the treant to see if he had any thoughts about my choice. The tree didn''t move or make a sound and instead seemed to be waiting for me to voice my choice out loud. "I would like to make a contract with this spirit," I said. The living flower stepped back towards Guldalas, leaving me with just the tiny fairy. The treant raised a hand and grew a small splinter the length of my pinky. He tossed it towards me before he spoke once more. "Use the splinter to prick your finger and share your blood with this small one. You must give this spirit a name, for she is too young to have one. Your blood will complete the contract and forge a binding of your souls," he instructed. I chose not to hesitate and did as he said. I winced at the small poke and squeezed a drop of blood out. Lifting my hand towards the very edge of the circle, my finger passed the line, just barely enough for the small fairy to touch it. She floated up and placed her dainty hand on mine. She couldn''t have been more than ten inches tall. The blood flowed into her as she stood still. I realized that she was probably waiting for me to name her to complete the contract. I said the first word that came to my head, and it felt right. "I name you ¨¢ine." Just as I finished uttering her new name, I could feel a sudden weight on my soul. I didn''t know how I knew, but I could tell that it was my new connection with ¨¢ine. The circle flashed a blinding light before I once more felt myself fading to black. Slowly opening my eyes, I found myself lying on the floor. The fire curled higher than before. I took in my surroundings and saw night outside the cave''s entrance. I sat up slowly and cringed as my muscles stiffly responded. "Finally awake from your sudden power nap, huh," came Sam''s voice from behind me. "Bleh, I miss my bed already. It seems like I was out for a good while." I replied. "You were gone for four hours and twenty-seven minutes." "Wait, how do you know exactly how long I was gone?" I asked in confusion. "Query your system about the time. This thing is pretty cool. It seems that we still work off a twenty four-hour day. If we''re lucky, the seven days a week will still be valid as well," she said. "What are the odds of that?" "No idea, but I''m not complaining." I thought time to myself while bringing up my system menu. Out popped a small number counter to my top right. It was apparently seven in the evening. "Cool," I said nonchalantly. "So, spill the beans. Did you manage to get a spirit or something?" she asked excitedly. I smiled at her and gave her a thumbs-up. Channeling my mana, I activated my skill. "Meet ¨¢ine, my new familiar." Unlike when I summoned the dragonling, the motes that appeared were shades of green that ranged from grass to emerald. As the fairy formed, she spun and hovered midair her wings flapping lazily that didn''t match with how she stood afloat. Sam slowly approached the flying spirit and gave a slight bow. "You look adorable, and your wings are beautiful." ¨¢ine gave a small twirl before floating up and giving Sam''s nose a gentle boop. I could see Sam gushing at the cuteness. ¨¢ine then floated towards me before, also giving my nose a boop, and then disappeared back into my chest. After audibly making an aww sound, Sam flopped to the ground. "Well, that was extremely cute. And she isn''t screaming at you to listen! so what were you doing during your impromptu coma?" I made my way towards the fire and sat down again. Then, I told Sam everything. She thought the wolf sounded cool and was curious that big protector spirits were shepherding smaller ones. "It seems you made a good choice, and besides, a mobile flying healer sounds better than a ground-locked one. I wonder if you have to do the same thing every time you get a new summoning skill." "I''m gonna assume so. I''m glad Cal gave me a heads-up on what to do. Does the amount of mana I used correlate with who and what shows up? In the future, when I''m stronger, I can get something even bigger and more powerful." "That''d be nice. I mean, I''m all for you getting more spirits to support me. After all, I''ll need my own pocket healer since I''m obviously the muscles of the group." She gave me a shit-eating grin as she finished saying ''pocket healer.'' "Yeah, yeah. I''ll keep you alive. If you D.P.S. like you do in games, I''m afraid you simply won''t survive a single fight without me," I teased back. She stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry. I took up watch for the rest of the night so Sam could get some sleep. Hopefully, in the morning, we could finally start progressing towards civilization. Another, smaller part of me scratched its way into my chest. The excitement, the wonder. Magic was real, and I couldn''t wait to see what it could do. Chapter 4: On the Hunt for Food The night went by smoothly with no disturbances. The forest was strangely quiet. I kept expecting a bird, or even the racket of crickets, but nothing. Only the crackle of the dwindling fire kept me company. Strangely enough, the new body had another hidden quirk unlisted on the status screen. With the minimal light from the moon above, and the fire, I found the dark wasn''t nearly so bad. I could make out the shapes and see the world in what I suspected was some form of night vision. It wasn''t exactly see in the dark-levels of awesomeness, but I wasn''t blind by any means. Despite the eerie silence, I found comfort in the absence of danger. I wasn''t entirely alone either, as I called upon ¨¢ine after two hours of keeping watch. We sat silently near the cave entrance, with my shoulder providing a comfortable spot for her to overlook the dark landscape in front of us. In the morning, when I went to wake up Sam, ¨¢ine retreated into my chest. I tapped her lightly on the shoulders to not startle her. "Hey, wakey, wakey. It''s morning already, and we both agreed on an early start. Besides, we''re going to be hungry soon, and frankly, we need to find food and water," I said as she opened her eyes. She glared at me before yawning loudly. "I''m up! Geez. Even in a new body, I don''t think I''m made to be a morning person," she said while grumbling to herself. Luckily for me, Sam didn''t take very long to get ready. It helped that we didn''t have anything to grab or put away. Sam led the way through the forest with her giant stick in one hand. After some time walking in the still, silent forest, I deemed it safe to start a conversation. "So, I never asked, but how did you have a fire going when I found you?" I asked her. She carefully stepped over a large root before replying without bothering to look back. "Being bedridden means you have a lot of free time. With nothing else to do, I watched a lot of how-to videos. That being said, I''d never have the patience to rub some wood together if I didn''t have this new body." "Yeah, I suppose you wouldn''t," I said. I hesitated, unsure if I should bring up Sam''s family. I slowly started the conversation again and softened my voice. "I know your new body is a hell of a lot better than your old one. Hell, the change you went through probably feels like the difference between heaven and earth. But... Do you think your family will take our deaths well?" Sam stopped and stood still for a short while. She visibly exhaled and squared her shoulders before resuming our journey. A few minutes of silence passed before she finally replied. "Don''t think I can be blamed for not thinking of my family yet. With everything that has happened in such an extremely short timeframe, I haven''t put any thought toward our deaths," she said. She exhaled again and flexed her fingers. "Considering I pretty much had a life expectancy shorter than a year, I don''t think it''ll be too problematic. Don''t get me wrong, I know they''ll weep for me, but they have been expecting me to expire for a while now." Sam... We continued in mutual silence. Our journey through the forest ended up being completely uneventful. We found a small river that continued in the same direction as our destination. Without any containers to store water in, we just drank our fill before moving on. The night followed the same pattern as the previous one. Sam kept watch while I slept for around six hours. Since there was no activity, we continued this routine for most of the next day. By lunch, we were both craving a good meal. Drinking water alone wasn''t enough to satisfy our hunger. There weren''t even any random nuts or berries, just an endless expanse of blue-tinted leaves. In a few hours those leaves would start to looking tempting and chewy. Everything changed when we started to hear the telltale signs of life sometime in the afternoon. "Didn''t think the world was so loud until we''ve spent so long walking in a land of silence," I commented while watching a small red bug crawling on the nearby tree. "Not going to lie. I already miss my phone and my playlists." Sam grunted. "I''m not going to complain about the change. Sounds mean life; if there''s life, there''s food. If we don''t find something to eat here shortly, I''m afraid I will end up desperate enough to eat bugs." "Hey, bugs are good protein. I bet if we roast them over a fire, it''ll taste pretty good." I laughed. She scrunched her nose. "We''ll cross that bridge when we get there." It wasn''t till another hour of walking that we finally heard something large up ahead. We shared a look of excitement before we slowly shuffled our way closer. A minute later, we finally found the source of the noise. I spotted what appeared to be a wild pig with half of its face buried under some roots. It was roughly the size of a great dane and didn''t have tusks. However, it had crimson fur and a faint red glow emanating from its nostrils. Despite the omnious magic and massive size, my heart started to thrum. Excitement bled into my veins, and itched my muscles. Taking a few steps back, we crouched down behind a thick tree. "I don''t know about you, but pork sounds amazing right now," Sam whispered. "Any idea how you want to do this? All I have are my fists and ¨¢ine. And while I believe she can heal us somehow, we both aren''t fit for fighting anything," I asked while waving my very empty hands. Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. To that, Sam gave me a wide grin and flexed her biceps. "Don''t worry. I think I''m currently packing enough muscles for the both of us." "Don''t remember you being such a showboat. Now, get serious. The only hunting we''ve ever done was for a good iced coffee." "Fine, sorry. I''m just feeling good. It''s hard not to feel excited about seeing what we can do. And we have cool magic powers now. You can''t seriously tell me you''re not excited about using magic!" She was right. The feeling was hard to describe, but it was like there was some itch. My body didn''t seem to want to feel fear. I may not have been nearly as pumped as Sam was, but overwhelming need to use my magic pulled at my thoughts. I sighed before looking Sam in the eye. "Let''s just try to be careful. If we are lucky, maybe we can kill the pig quickly." Some minutes later, I slowly creeped behind a tree. The plan we concocted was simple, possibly dangerously so. Sam would throw a rock a few meters away to grab the pig''s attention. We were betting on it charging at her in retaliation. While it fixated on her, Sam was to dodge behind a tree and then use her skill to strike the beast as it recovered from its charge. Dozens upon dozens of warning signs shouted that we were being stupid, but a far more overwhelming voice in my head crushed the complaints. Things could go wrong, and our knowledge was half-baked at best. For all we knew, glowing red pigs could fly or teleport. I could only hope that if anything went wrong, I could use ¨¢ine to heal us afterward. Our tale would be pretty crappy if we underestimated a magical pig and died. I activated my Verdant Healer skill and summoned ¨¢ine. She seemed to understand what she needed to do because she gave me a nod while turning toward the beast. Sam''s eyes flicked to my position. I gave her the signal and she returned it with an excited grin before before she picked up a large rock and cocked her arm back. The rock hit the back of its head with a loud thunk. "Shreeeei!" "Come on, Porkie! There''s more where that came from," Sam shouted while bending down and picking up another rock. Not giving her a chance to throw another stone, the pig charged. Despite its large size, it was fast. Sam managed to dodge to her left, but the pig still clipped her ankle, sending her spinning. "Sam!" She moaned as she landed, and pushed herself up. My adrenaline spiked. The beast slowly shuffled toward Sam, slamming its hooves into the dirt. "¨¢ine! Heal Sam!" I shouted to the fairy as I rushed forward. Sam favored her right leg and leaned to one side. I grabbed a fallen branch on the ground and ran towards the angry pig with my arms held high. As it finally noticed me and turned around, I brought the branch down hard on its back leg. It emitted an angry squeal and thrashed its snout toward my face. Despite the force behind my swing, the beast stood on all fours, looking no worse for wear. When it snorted, a small plume of fire erupted forth, scorching my hands. I backed up as flames crawled around each leg, burning the grass underneath. With one last puff, it lowered its head and charged. "No you don''t!" Sam shouted. She launched herself onto its back and wrapped her arms around its neck. The beast bucked once before a meaty, water-covered, blue fist smashed right between its eyes. Blood splashed, coating the ground. Bone crunched underneath her fist, and the water tossed the blood aside as it fountained into the air. Sam rolled off before the dead creature collapsed onto the burnt ground. She wiped some of the blood off her face and pumped the air. "Ha-ah. Take that, porky... Aaah," she sighed. With the battle over, I found myself lying down, staring up at the canopy of leaves. My arms screamed in pain, but it was dulled. Probably the adrenaline. I should be screaming right now. My vision was soon replaced by a small fairy hovering just above my nose. "So, uh, can you handle this?" I asked her while holding up my roasted hands. I received a firmer boop on the nose from the tiny fairy, followed by her gentle descent onto my leg. She placed her hands on mine, and an emerald green glow enveloped them, along with a scent that filled my senses. The aroma blended pine and newly cut grass mixed with berries, and even after the light faded, the fragrance lingered for a few moments. I lowered my hands to my face and saw they were completely healed. There wasn''t anything that would have shown that mere moments ago, they were covered in blistering burns and blackened skin. "Damn. That''s cool." Turning my head towards the fairy, she seemed relieved I was ok. "Thank you. It didn''t even hurt at all," I complimented. She reached down to give me another small boop before she disappeared back into my chest. Sam walked up, and I noticed that her limp was also missing. "Seems like she healed you as well," I said. "Yeah, I''m pretty sure I fractured something in my leg. That damn pig hit hard," she said after crashing to the ground beside me. "Wasn''t exactly how I wanted it to go, but damn, I''m loving myself more and more. I crushed its skull with one friggin punch! That felt amazing!" When she mocked kissing her biceps, I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, that was pretty cool. I could have done without the whole getting roasted, though," I grumbled. "Stupid meat thought it could cook me instead. We both burst into laughter in the middle of the forest floor, feeling a bit strange and far too excited now that the fight was over. However, a small part sobered me. Our reaction to this wasn''t onrmal. Old us would have looked at new us like we were psychopaths. "Sam, have we gone insane?" I asked. She frowned but shook her head. The blood adorning her skin looked almost cartoonish against her blue skin. "I don''t think so. But probably? I know I''m hungry but we just killed something." "Yeah," I sighed. "We''ll figure it out later. Now get up." I stood and made our way towards the corpse. There were small pieces of bone poking through the shredded skin. Blood had started to ooze from all of its orifices--what remained of them. Yeah, I don''t think I''ll be pissing her off anytime soon. I wasn''t about to find out what being on the other side of such devestation would feel like. "Let''s grab this and camp near the river tonight. Might as well have a source of water to wash up." Before Sam could say anything, I activated my Dimensional Storage, and the little dragon whelp appeared. Opening its jaws again, it suctioned the whole pig towards its mouth. The sight was damn comical. As it got near my dragonling''s mouth, the body slowly shrunk until nothing but blood remained. My dragonling gave a loud burp before disappearing into my chest. I turned towards Sam with a smile on my face. Sam''s jaw was hanging open as she stared at where the corpse used to be. "I didn''t expect the little guy to be able to swallow the whole thing." Picking her jaw off the ground, she closed her mouth with an audible snap. She shook her head and walked away. "Dude, that was weird. I get a portal, and you get some Kirby-esque little dragon." "Better than some boring portal!" She flipped me off and started walking away. Thirty minutes later, we stood next to the river. Both of us stared at the pig''s body lying before us. On a whim, and an errant complaint from Sam, I experimented with summoning items from the skill. To a happy surprise, the pig''s body flopped onto the ground without requiring the little dragonling to barf it up. All I had to do to pull items from my living storage was some will and a flex of mana. I''m not sure if I''m dissapointed or not that the little guy doesn''t spit them out. I turned towards Sam, who had her arms crossed. "So, uh, did you ever watch videos on how to skin a corpse?" A brief look of horror dawned on her face. "Shit! We don''t even have any knives to cut into it!" We were going to be hungry for a bit longer. Chapter 5: To the Village Apparently, my new nails were sharp enough to pierce the pig''s hide. Since I had absolutely no idea how to properly dress a kill, I simply cut off some meat from the belly. Not wanting to waste our only food source, I stored the body back in my dimensional storage. Strangely, I didn''t feel as squeamish as I thought I would. The closest thing I''ve ever come to seeing a dead animal were rats caught in traps. It brought to mind what Sam said about how differently we acted in the void. I should have been hesitant about cutting into anything alive or dead. And Sam was never this excitable. We were city folk through and through. Being eager to hunt something down and smash its skull in was not normal for us. My concers were erased as I smelled the pork roasting over the fire. It smelled like bacon; juicy, delicious meat that made me drool. Our stomachs roared in protest as the meat cooked. Finally, after an agonizingly long wait, Sam pulled the meat skewers off the fire. They were too hot to eat, but we didn''t care. I bit down and chewed. Eventually, I swallowed and sighed. "It''s not as good as it smells," I said. Sam lowered her stick and glared at the offending skewer. "It''s better than nothing, but this isn''t bacon. This world better have spices." It was honestly not the best bacon I''ve ever had. Without the seasoning or curing process that would be typical of store-bought meat, it had a gamey taste that was just slightly off. None of that mattered much when, at that moment, the charred pork belly filled our stomachs. After a reluctant wash in the river, we resumed our usual routine, and I went to sleep first. Despite finally being around wildlife, nothing disturbed us during the night. We did what morning ablutions we could and continued our long walk through the forest. The only amount of excitement that day was when a bird the same size as me showed up. With vibrant yellow feathers and menacing black stripes, the giant bird froze us in our tracks. It cocked its head, but it must have deemed us unimportant because it flew off in the next moment. I shared a look with Sam, and we decided to be more discreet as we trudged through the undergrowth. When we camped for the night, we discovered silver-scaled fish swimming in the river. As much as I wanted to try grabbing some, we didn''t have any tools to help us catch them. Sam briefly entertained the idea of spearfishing with a sharpened branch, but we just ate some more meat from the pig. It tasted worse the second go around, but it kept us full. Although, I did notice the faint hint of spiciness now that I was able to slow down and chew the meat properly. After washing up and adding more sticks to the fire, I leaned back and stared at the sky. The canopy above blocked the sky, but the moonlight bathed the area. Turning my head, I saw Sam sitting down while staring into the distance. "Did you ever think the start to our new magical lives would just be a brief camping trip?" I asked. She refocused her attention on me before giving me a small smile. "No, I don''t think I would have predicted this. But it''s nice. I always wanted to go out and hike up a mountain somewhere and camp. Maybe take a flight to Alaska and enjoy some cold air," she said. Sam took in a deep breath before spreading her arms wide. "I don''t regret growing up in a city. Yet, this is a dream fulfilled so far. I''m finally able to explore a world through my own eyes instead of through a laptop screen." "I''d at least like a tent or something. Sleeping on the ground is too much for frail old me," I complained. "Eh, I''m sure we''ll look back on this and say that it helped build character." I glared at the blue-skinned woman before letting out a short laugh. If living in this world meant I had to learn to rough it, I wouldn''t complain too much. Well, perhaps just a little. Grass and dirt just aren''t the same as my old bed. In the morning I stretched and took care of buisness. As we prepared to start the day, two shadows came rushing out of the forest. I only had enough time to yell at Sam before I was knocked off my feet. A small scream escaped my lips as a sudden sharp pain shot through my left arm. I stared at glowing amber eyes that glared at me as the creature bit down harder. The beast looked like a cross between a ferret and a wolf. I couldn''t examine much else as it continued to draw blood from my limb. There was a small yelp of pain to my right, but I wasn''t able to pay it any attention. There was nothing around me that I could turn into an improvised weapon. There was no time to think. I used the only thing I had available to me. The beast was angled just far enough that I couldn''t shove my fingers into its eyes, but I managed to bring my nails down its snout. The ferret-wolf didn''t release my arm and instead clamped down harder. I managed to get another swipe across its face before it yanked me forward. It started to shake its head like a dog playing with a chew toy. "Aaagh. Let go!" I shouted, attempting and failing to dislodge the beast. My arm felt like it would rip apart if I didn''t do something soon. Salvation came in the form of a very sudden and meaty fist rocking the wolf''s ribs. The beast released me as it shrieked in pain. Unlike the pig, there was no instant kill. I stood up quickly as Sam circled to the beast''s right. It stared at the both of us, eyes darting between its targets. It leaned away, looking ready to run now that it was outnumbered. As much as I wanted nothing more than to slit the creature''s throat, I was inwardly relieved when it turned around and dashed into the brush. My legs collapsed and, and Sam followed suit. Looking over, I saw that she had claw marks crossing her calf, but other than that, she was no worse for wear. "You okay, Cy? Your arm looks like it went through a shredder," she said with concern as she stared at my mangled arm. I merely grunted before I channeled my mana and summoned ¨¢ine. Thankfully, I didn''t it wasn''t as painful as it looked. A burst of green energy and everything was as good as new. It seemed to take her slightly less time than it did when she healed my burns. After giving me one last inspection to ensure she finished the job, ¨¢ine flew over and began using her glowing hands on Sam''s leg. "Whatever the hell those things were, I''m going to come back and hunt them until they''re endangered," I growled. I glanced at my arm. Even healed, the blood remained as did the bits of dirt I picked up from flopping to the ground. "If my arms and hands being damaged is going to be a reocurring theme, I''m already tired of it." Standing up and testing her newly healed leg, Sam walked over and offered me a hand up. I reluctantly accepted, not quite ready to go back into the forest. We made our way over to where the other wolf creature''s corpse was. Much like her previous use of her skill, the skull was smashed in. Kicking the corpse, I turned towards Sam. "Why didn''t you use your skill when you punched the one attacking me?" I asked her as she examined the damage she inflicted. She grimaced. "Not sure, to be honest. I tried using it again and felt the cold feeling you get when you channel your mana. But it felt like I twitched and messed up somehow. I think I could have, but I must have flubbed it. Sorry, Cy." She looked like she felt bad about the whole situation, which was silly. I shuddered at the thought of the creature managing to tear my arm off. There was no telling if ¨¢ine could fix missing limbs, and I really didn''t want to tests those waters. I put a hand on Sam''s shoulder and smiled reassuringly. "Don''t be dumb. If it wasn''t for you, I might have remained a chew toy. Besides, you''re doing pretty well on the whole, protecting my squishy butt and whatnot. Just, continue being my mean, blue wall of muscles." If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. She smiled back. "Fine, I can do that. So, you want to pocket the body and continue on?" "You don''t want to put it into yours?" "Hell no, first of all, it''s weird to carry dead animals around." She then held up two fingers. "Second, your little dragon buddy can just suck them up like a vacuum. You don''t have to touch it if you don''t want to." "Fine, more loot for me anyways," I grumbled. Before I could summon my scaly storage creature, we turned around and heard a soft thud. ¨¢ine kicked the second corpse a second time before landing on its nose. She gave it one last stomp before crossing her arms and flying up back to eye level. "Everything alright there, ¨¢ine?" I asked the small, angry fairy. She merely nodded before uncrossing her arms. "Well, if you say you''re doing alright, I''ll trust yah. Thanks again for healing us. It''s nice to be able to keep my arm." ¨¢ine proceeded to boop both of our noses before giving one last glare towards the wolf and returning to inside my body. "Gotta say that was kinda cute. At least you know your summon cares for you," Sam said. I nodded in response. Knowing that my familiar liked me enough to get angry for me was comforting. Activating my skill, the little dragon inhaled the wolves into its mouth and promptly left. There was something to be said over the fact that I was already getting used to the bizarreness of it all. We bathed again to get rid of the bloodstains and quench our thirst. After, we made our way cautiously through the trees. Our terrible morning start must have been an omen because, within an hour, it started to rain. At first, the canopy of leaves above our heads protected us. But the further we continued, the smattering of raindrops turned into a downpour that soaked our bones. The heavy rain forced us to slow our march, as the ground soon turned to mud. Every step was an act of resistance as our boots fought the suction of the wet ground. Nothing else came to take a bite out of us, probably because they were smart enough not to walk through a muddy forest during heavy rainfall. While I was soaking wet, I noticed I wasn''t cold. Looking at Sam, I saw she was covered in small scratches she had slowly accumulated during our hazardous walk. Looking back at my own body, there wasn''t a single scratch. Inspecting a small area above my right knee, I noticed some blood hadn''t yet washed away. The small cut on my pants revealed there was no scratch that indicated I was bleeding. Thinking back on my perks, I pulled up the description for Scion of Calstrax. Scion of Calstrax: Being adopted by a god had some benefits. I never noticed the regeneration before because ¨¢ine healed me whole sale whenever I got hurt. Being able to heal even when I couldn''t summon her was an amazing thing to have. I stared at the small abrasions on Sam''s limbs before focusing on my steps. Even if she didn''t have my perk, I doubt someone so attuned to the water element would be feeling cold over some rain. Considering that she never shivered once, I was sure I was correct in my thinking. Looking at the system time, it was about five in the afternoon before we started to see some lights ahead. Ten minutes later, we finally managed to emerge from the tree line. Ahead of us were stone walls that surrounded a bunch of buildings with wooden roofs peaking through the top. They were twice the height of Sam and were utterly smooth, made of gray stone. To our right, a large wooden gate stood open. Underneath what looked like a small tent were two men in leather armor carrying spears. Human. Not funny-skinned or horned like us. They stood in position guarding the entrance to the village and managed to stay out of the rain while doing it. Sam met my gaze. We didn''t say a word to each other. At this point, we both just wanted to get somewhere dry. As we approached within twenty yards, the two guards finally noticed our approach. "HALT! Who goes there?!" shouted the man on the left. They lowered their stances and brandished their weapons. We both stopped in our tracks and put up our hands. "Just two people looking to get out of this cursed rain!" I shouted back, trying to be heard over the splatter of water. The two guards shared a look before turning back towards us. The guard who spoke before lowered his spear. I noted that he still had kept his grip around his weapon. "Approach slowly and keep your hands up, travelers. Make any sudden moves, and we will be forced to run you through," the guard said, waving for us to come closer. As we got within five feet, we were made to stop. The talking guard nodded to the other man, and the other guard slowly came closer. "And who are you two? We have never seen you people here in the village before. Especially you," the guard said while pointing a finger at me. "Why me specifically?" I said while narrowing my eyes at the man. "I have never seen an elf with horns before, and especially not with eyes like yours," said the other guard with an increasingly deep frown on his face. "Hey! We''re just tired travelers who want to sit down somewhere out of this rain," Sam yelled. She clenched her fists and was obviously in a bad mood. The guard, in response, took a step back before crossing his arms. "Be that as it may, I will have to get the Captain before I let you in. While you haven''t done anything wrong yet, letting two strangers inside, especially when one is a race we don''t even recognize, is not how we manage to keep the village safe," the other guard said while scowling. He proceeded to walk back into the village and disappear around the corner. We were left staring at the first guard while we continued to get drenched in the pouring rain. The man no longer looked like he was ready to spear us, but his eyes remained narrowed and suspicious. A few minutes later, the other guard appeared, walking in front of a large man. The man in question was, without a doubt, the guard captain. He was taller than Sam and equally muscular. His armor was metal, while the others wore leather. It was sleek silver, and on his right arm was a blue armband with a gold symbol stitched in. It was two spears crossing over what looked like a flaming tree. With glowing red eyes and straight buzz-cut blonde hair, the man had a significant presence. "These are the two strangers who want to enter the village, Captain," said the other guard while motioning towards us. The Captain didn''t say anything as he stared us down. Whatever he saw in his examination seemed to be enough because he turned to the two guards and told them to lower their weapons. "Let them in. I recognize the shorter one. He is a Felkin, very rare to see around our side of the kingdom. Not surprised that you couldn''t recognize him," the Captain said. He turned and examined the both of us again before turning back towards his guards. "Not sure what an Oni and a Felkin are doing here, but they look harmless enough. They don''t even have any armor or weapons. I''ll be back at the guardhouse if you need me for anything else." The man promptly left and disappeared back inside the village walls. "The Captain says you''re good to go. Just don''t cause any trouble in the village and you''ll enjoy your stay here. If you''re looking for a warm bed and a good meal, head over to Oleander''s Inn. That''s just down the road. Look for the sign with the pink flower," the guard said as the guardsmen resumed their watch. We didn''t bother asking the guard questions lest they decide we were being problematic and headed past the village gate. The village itself looked decent enough. It was obviously not large, but I counted at least twenty different houses on our walk to the inn. The roads, despite being muddy, were mostly clean and even. Stone was the go-to material for building things around here. Every house used the same gray smooth stone that comprised the village walls. "I''m surprised they look so uniform," Sam muttered. "What?" I nudged. "The buildings. The stone''s smooth. Do you think they use magic?" Now that she mentioned it, she was right. It wasn''t just most of the buildings, but all of them. The same grey stone, smoothed down without blemish. "Probably. I don''t see any machinery." It wasn''t hard to tell which building was Oleander''s Inn because it had a massive sign shaped like a mug of ale hanging in front accompanied by a bright pink flower behind it. I hesitated to step inside when we were dripping wet, but the prospect of hot food and somewhere to sit was too enticing. Stepping inside, we tried to rub as much mud off our shoes as possible on the doormat in the foyer. Pushing the small wooden saloon doors open, we were instantly hit by the smell of freshly baked pie. It smelled like warm apples covered in cinnamon. We must have been drooling because there was a loud laugh before a voice called out to us. "Come on in! Just finished baking a fresh hot pie!" came a cheerful, motherly voice. Focusing on where the voice came from, a large woman was waving us in behind a bar counter. She looked three inches taller than me and had large, curly red hair. Her face was warm and inviting as we approached her slowly. "Oh, you poor things, you look absolutely miserable, all soaked to the bone like that!" she tsked while shaking her head slowly. "Come sit. We''ll get you warmed up in no time and I''ll have a hot meal out for you soon. ," she said while winking and preparing to head towards a door that probably led to the kitchen. Sam and I sat down carefully, noting the empty room. I wasn''t feeling the most comfortable about getting the bar stool wet. "Uhm, as amazing as that sounds, we don''t have any money," I said hesitantly. Sam glared daggers. The woman paused briefly before giving us another wink. "No worries, the first meal and drink is on me. You''re obviously new here, and I''m not going to let some coin get in the way of fixing your miserable state." Before we could say a word edge-wise, she turned and left while humming a tune. We sat down, and I basked in the smell of the pie that still lingered. Sam dropped onto her chair but not before smacking me in the leg. "Hey!" she whispered furiously. "You didn''t have to say that." I smacked her back. "And I''m not about to get us thrown in jail just because your hungry!" Sam grumbled but we settled in and rested my head in my arms. In no time at all, she returned with two bowls of steaming hot soup and some warm loaves of bread. She quickly set down two large mugs filled with drink and handed us spoons. "Now eat up!. When you''re done, I''ll grab you both a slice of my famous grimble pie," she ordered All the trepidation I felt was soon washed away as the first spoonful of hot soup hit my tongue. It was deliciously spiced and instantly made the pig bacon feel like eating dirt by comparison. The innkeeper''s eyes twinkled as she watched us dig into the soup. Her eyes briefly turned into orbs of green smoke. "Don''t eat too fast, or you might get sick." Chapter 6: Meeting the Guild Master When her eyes changed, it was so fast that it might as well have been the lights playing tricks on me. I wasn''t given time to give the eye flash any thoughts because some of Sam''s drink splashed my front. I glared at her, to which she unapologetically smiled and shrugged her shoulders while continuing to eat more of the soup. I finished the hot meal and sipped slowly at the cool water provided. Nothing could bribe me to stay anywhere else if this was the expected fare we would receive at this place. As we finished, small plates loaded with steaming pie replaced our bowls. "It looks like I have some fans. Nothing better than when people enjoy your cooking," said the innkeeper as she handed us our forks. "Now savor these more slowly; no point in scarfing the thing down faster than you can taste it." We nodded hungrily and dug in. The pie truly was delicious. It was more than just the taste of sugar and apples. It felt like every apple pie I''ve ever eaten was more of a cheaper imitation. After finishing the pie, I noticed an increased warmth in my chest. The feeling slowly dispersed throughout my body and left me feeling floaty. In fact, I felt like all the tiredness from walking endlessly through the rain was gone. I looked up and noticed the innkeeper smiling. "So now that you are no longer suffering from the rain''s chill, how about you tell me what brings you guys to the village?" she asked while she put the plates away behind the counter. She began wiping down the bar, cleaning up any of the mess left from our frenzied eating. Sam ended up being the first to speak. "Well, to be honest, we were lost in the forest. Had a vague idea there was supposed to be something here, and slowly followed the river this way," Sam said. She raised her eyebrow a little. "Oh? How did you end up getting lost in the woods? It''s too early in the month for the caravans to be making their way here." Sam looked at me to answer her question. I inwardly sighed. The woman seemed friendly, and the delicious food she served us without asking for money was a plus in my book. I just wasn''t sure if I should be announcing that me and Sam were Reborns. We might get ourselves in trouble if we aren''t tolerated in the world. It might be for the best if I told a lie working around our lack of knowledge. If the woman minded the brief lapse in conversation, she didn''t show you. "This might sound ridiculous, but we honestly don''t know," I said hesitantly. Her eyebrow raised skeptically. "We are both suffering from a strong case of amnesia. Nothing to us but our small clothes and familiarity with each other." Sam gave me a weird look but otherwise didn''t say anything. You come up with a lie on the spot! The woman paused her cleaning and tilted her head. She regarded the both of us with slightly narrowed eyes. Whether the lie was believable or not, the lady returned a comforting smile, seeming to accept our words for now. "That sounds terrible. Can''t say I''ve ever had issues with memory loss before, but I doubt it''d feel nice to not be able to remember anything," she replied without a hint of insincerity. "We got pretty lucky. Only a little scratched up and miserable, but we''re happy to find this place," Sam said. The woman hummed a small tune while nodding at Sam''s response. She casually and quickly topped off both our drinks before removing the cleaning cloth and leaning on the counter. "I''m glad to hear that. The Yidelwoods tend to carry a higher-than-average amount of beasts with elemental attunement here. All sorts of dangerous creatures call the forest their haunt. If it weren''t for the guard patrols and adventuring teams that pass through, we would have a problem keeping the village safe," she complained before smirking. "Well, let me be the first to try to welcome you to Edolus, the frontier village of Emberlake. We''re new and small, but don''t let that fool you. With the dungeon we recently discovered and the forest''s bounty all around, we''ll grow to be a proper town in no time!" I grinned. Whatever happened these next few days, knowing we were welcomed in this place was comforting. It turns out the woman''s name was Beranellia, to which she promptly told us she would only ever respond to Bera. We spent another half hour making small talk and asking her questions. Despite our seemingly endless wave of inquiries, Bera answered them in stride. The reason why we were the only ones currently sitting was due to pure coincidence. The guards didn''t typically enter till past seven, and all the usual folk were most likely caught indoors till the rain lifted enough. If we waited long enough, the slow trickle of the night crowd would slowly roll in. We did end up finding out an answer to one of our most important questions. There was indeed an Adventurer''s Guild building in the village. Whenever a town had a dungeon nearby, there was always a building filled, at the minimum, with essential staff. The building was only four buildings down and just as recognizeable as the inn. Apparently, adventurers loved inns. Bera must have been able to tell just how excited we were over the prospects of adventuring because she gave us a wide grin and told us to hurry on over. We thanked her once again for the meal and information, to which she winked once more and said she wasn''t worried since she was sure we''d be back. Sam bumped me with her shoulder, nearly making me trip into the mud. "Hey!" I complained. She rolled her eyes and continued walking on like she didn''t do anything wrong. "Amnesia, huh? I doubt she believed that. At least we were ignorant enough to somewhat play it off." "You put me in the spotlight, and there was no other way to ask obvious questions without the dumb lie. You come up with a better excuse next time," I grumbled good-naturedly. Sam responded by sticking our her tongue. We picked up our pace, not wanting to spend any longer in the rain than we had to. The building we arrived at had no outward signs to indicate it was the correct place. Instead, the dead giveaway was how, instead of the smooth gray stone, it was made out of a black marble material that reflected the moonlight. The doors themselves were made out of solid iron in place of wood. I took the lead and pushed the door. It was surprisingly easy. Despite being made of metal, the doors swung open without resistance. The inside wasn''t much to look at. There was a set of tables and a couple of chairs in the corner. One guy, a human napped with his head tucked between his arms. Across from the sitting area stood a thin counter with what looked like an elf reading a book. He had typical features one would expect: long, straight blonde hair, pointy ears, and his eyes were a piercing blue. His outfit was simple blue robes with gold embroidery. And to the side of the counter was a set of stairs heading to a lower level. While eyeing the sleeping man, I walked over and made my way to the counter. Hearing my footsteps, the elf put down his book and looked in my direction. He blinked once then straightened up and tugged at his shirt. As I approached, he smiled. "Hello there. I''m surprised to see new faces around here. I thought I knew all the current adventurers and locals staying in the village," he said. His demeanor was friendly enough, nowhere near the levels of Bera, though. "Ah, we just arrived tonight. My friend and I didn''t want to waste time and came here after a nice meal at Oleanders," I responded. Sam stepped behind me and waved to the elf when I mentioned her. He smiled back while steepling his hands on the counter. "Well, what can I do for you two this dreary evening," he said. "We''d, uh, like to apply to the guild. Not sure how this works, if I''m going to be honest," I said truthfully. The guild receptionist stared at me and then flicked over to Sam for a few seconds. I could tell he was curious but seemed professional enough not to outright ask. "That''s perfectly fine. That is what I''m here for. Usually, the people who come to this building are generally already signed up as adventurers," he said politely. "But we''re always happy to have people join our ranks. If you''d like to sign up right now, we can get started on it right away." "That''d be great." He proceeded to pull out a big, leather-bound book. It was blue like his robes, but the edges were inscribed with faintly glowing golden runes. The next object he pulled out was a hand-sized white crystal with a flat side. "If you''d put your hand on the crystal, we can record your information and get you two set up, "he said while motioning to the white crystal. He narrowed his eyes when I hesitated and looked at Sam. "We have to record basic info when registering anyone as guild adventurers. Without the information, we would be unable to complete your registration and issue your guild badge." Damn, he sounds suspicious. "What exactly does the stone do, and what about the book?" I asked. I was hoping we wouldn''t have to reveal our status this soon without even knowing if we would get in trouble. He looked me in the eye with suspicion before sighing and taking on a practiced tone. "It reads basic info about your status. It tells us your name, age, race, and tier, along with how many skills you possess. All info is completely confidential and is only ever used when we need records for specific events or jobs. The information must only be updated when you receive a new rank or five years have passed. It will not harm you and will not be used to harm you. The Adventurer''s Guild has and will always stand as a neutral entity. We never prosecute our own unless it is under guild law." I turned towards Sam and got close. "Do you think we risk it? If this all goes wrong, we better run like hell," I whispered. "This seems like a perfect opportunity for us. Might as well make a leap of faith. As you said, if this turns south fast, we book it," she whispered back. I stepped back up to the counter and apologized. He waved me off, saying it was perfectly acceptable. Slowly, I put my hand on the crystal and felt a small sucking sensation. It took me a second to figure out what was happening, but I realized it was slowly draining some of my mana. The cool sensation that I felt when activating a skill appeared on the palm of my hand. The drain wasn''t large in any way, but the crystal gradually started to glow red. After a dozen seconds, the drain stopped and the crystal flashed. The book opened up to a new page, and black text appeared. When the page stayed the same without any new words, the crystal slowly dimmed and turned back to the opaque white from before. The guild receptionist shifted over and began reading my status. As he kept reading, my heart sunk. He froze, eyes wide. He looked up at me, then the book, then back to me, and then the book again. He constantly looked up and gave me a double, then triple take as he re-read the page. Eventually, he stood up and straightened his robe before asking Sam to repeat what I did. His expression was impossible to read, but he looked uncomfortable. After the book started writing down her own page, Sam retook her position behind me. I bit my lip. "The man behind us is sitting differently," I whispered. Sam discreetly glanced over, and nodded. I don''t like that he''s pretending to be asleep. If we need to run, this might be dangerous. The guild receptionist finished reading Sam''s page and closed the book. Putting away the crystal, he tucked the book under his right arm. Straightening once more to help regain his composure, the elf gave a small bow. "I would like to apologize for treating you with suspicion regarding the status reading. I¡­ wouldn''t have guessed that this was why you were reluctant," he apologized quickly. He stood up once more. "I''m sorry for delaying your application even further, but I must bring your case to the guild master." Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. I scowled at the new turn of events. Someone who was a guildmaster would be powerful. And if our magic so far has been any indicator of how things stood in this world, then we''d have absolutely no chance of escaping if they wanted to keep us here. Sam visibly tensed, and her hands slowly balled into fists. Seeing this, the elf apologized again and told us to wait while he disappeared downstairs. I blew out my breath that I didn''t know I was holding. "We''re so screwed if we have to fight some dude strong enough to run this place," Sam put her hand on my shoulder and gave a weak smile. "Hey, they might just be someone who is completely administrative. Maybe they''re no more powerful than you or me." Yeah, fat chance of that. Thankfully, the elf didn''t take long. He emerged from the staircase and apologized once more before he had us follow him down. The stairs were short and led to a hallway with three rooms. Two were on the left and right, while the third final door was at the very end. He quickly explained that the door to the left led to a storage room, while the door to the right led to the appraisal room. The third door was where the guild master''s office resided. Knocking once, the receptionist told us to head on in and then scurried up the stairs. I clenched my fist and pushed the door open. The room was of medium size. There was a decently sized bed in the back, along with a nightstand. Around the room were paintings of various designs, with tiny blue crystals providing light. Towards the front of the room was a large desk made of black marble, with multiple stacks of paper and the blue book from before. Sitting behind the desk was a large man in a basic white shirt, brown pants, and a green silk cloak around his shoulders. His hair was a dark blonde, and his eyes were the colour of emeralds. I wouldn''t call him model perfect, but he was ruggedly handsome. I half expected to find a giant scar running across his eye, but there was none. Beyond the well-groomed beard, his skin was unblemished. "Come sit. There''s no need to be afraid," the man said in a deep voice. We sat down, and I examined the man again. His smile didn''t look forced, his demeanor was open and friendly. Besides the well-defined muscles that showed even underneath his clothes, he didn''t feel dangerous. That changed the moment I looked into his eyes. His emerald-colored irises showed power. Behind the easy smile was what felt like the vastness of a great tree. I could easily imagine his hands like ironclad vines I could never escape. His presence loomed over me, much like his physical height. I don''t know how he brought such images to my head just by looking him in the eyes, but I was right. We wouldn''t escape this man. He held his hands up. "Before we begin, I want to make it clear that you two are safe. I have no intention of hurting, maiming, or killing you. This is all procedure," he said in a nonthreatening tone. "There is actually a protocol to whenever one of your kind shows up. For some strange reason, you guys always manage to make your way to the Adventurer''s Guild or the temples first." His words put us at ease. Now that we knew we weren''t going to be killed, I saw Sam relax her shoulders as I did. "Are Reborns common then? If you guys have a protocol, it must happen often enough," Sam asked. He rubbed the scruff of his face for a moment before answering back. "No, not really. I''ve only ever met one Reborn, and I''m pretty well-traveled. They weren''t fresh like you. They had lived in this world for about a century. It''s not that you people are common enough of an occurrence, rather that we always pay attention when new ones show up." He paused, then continued. "There has never been a Reborn that remained small and unnoticeable. Even those who go on and choose less combat-inclined paths always find that the world shifts around them. Whether you last mere decades or centuries matters not. Interesting times forever follow where you tread, "he said. "You''ll find out all this in due time. First, let me welcome you to the world of Inoria. My name is Brelten Giltollo, current guild master of Edolus." Breltan made a seated half-bow before resting his hands on the black desk. "Thank you, Guildmaster. I''m Cyrus, and this is Sam," I said. Brelten nodded at our introductions. "So, are we allowed to become members of the guild?" His smile widened. "Yes, most certainly. Having Reborns join us here in Emberlake will make this boring post worth it," he said with a glint in his eye. "I''m sure you guys have plenty of questions, and frankly, so do I. If you don''t mind, may I see the Legacy mark on your wrists?" Seeing no reason to deny his request, I held up my left wrist. He stood up and held my wrist up, and he faintly traced the lines of the upside-down triquetra. He released my arm gently and repeated the same process to Sam. When he was done, he sat back down. "Lesser known fact about Reborns; the symbol is supposed to have the triangle tip pointed up instead of down. Only Reborn have the inverted symbol," he said with excitement in his voice. "If I may, I''d love to know what your Legacies are. You don''t have to answer if you don''t feel comfortable sharing. That knowledge is highly personal." I frowned. While I trusted the man so far, the book didn''t seem to write down what our skills or perks were. The information could easily end up meaning the difference between life and death if we ever had to worry about other people. Sam seemed to share my thoughts since she didn''t readily offer up her marks description. The man sighed before leaning forward. He reached to his right to open a drawer in his desk. His hands came out from behind the desk, holding an ivory box wrapped in blue silk. "How about this? For telling me what your Legacy means, I''ll offer you both a mid-tier skill stone from my personal collection. In addition, I''ll even answer as many questions as you want for the next hour." Another skill stone would be immensely helpful. And if I wanted to ever be able to take care of myself, I needed to get something other than a healing skill. There was just one minor blip. "Why do you want to know, and why would you offer us something so valuable for them? Are skill stones not as valuable as they would seem? We have no idea how anything works in the world. Something that can give you magic powers feels like it should cost a lot," I questioned. His eyes widened then he nodded slowly. "Sorry about that. I still have to adjust to your lack of common knowledge. Let me address your last statement first. Skill stones are very valuable. While you''ll find skills used everywhere, the common rabble would be lacking any skills themselves. The higher the skill, the more it costs. Even artificial skill stones that we create for common skills are usually priced in gold. And we can get to tiers later. I''ll give you two a specially made primer that will hold the basic knowledge needed for Reborns to begin the adventuring life," he said. Brelten leaned back in his chair and made himself more comfortable. "To answer your other questions, it''s simply a matter of curiosity. You have to understand that what you have is beyond rare. Our current kingdom only has eight families with a Legacy. Amongst the guild, there is only a smattering amount in the higher ranks. Any chance to find more knowledge about this subject is seen as important. A single Legacy can affect so much, and everyone everywhere is always striving to find how to acquire it more easily." He paused to let what he said sink in. "I know it doesn''t say so on your status, but there is one critical detail left out," he said before sighing. "That lovely little mark on your arm is something that you and your next five generations of children will share. Your children inherit the same Legacy. Needless to say, if you ever find yourself in the royal capital, prepare to fend off marriage requests with a firm stick. After all, you''re now an extremely sought-after stud. A piece of meat noble families will be clawing at each other to acquire," he finished with mirth in his eyes. Brelten laughed when he saw the growing look of disbelief on both of our faces. "Uh..." "So, what do you say? Would you like to make a deal?" Brelten asked once more. Being a prized bachelor aside, I knew I would accept. I doubted Sam would mind, either. I schooled my face and looked him in the eyes. "I accept. Would you like me to send you a description of it through the system?" "Yes, that way, there is no need for traceable records. I''m ready whenever you are." I mentally selected the specific information and sent it over. This Grand Weave conveniently facilitated the process. Sam must have sent over her status because she gave me a brief nod. Her eyes showed excitement, and I couldn''t blame her. More magic was never not going to be an exciting prospect. After committing the info to memory, Brelten sat back in contemplation. He was silent for a full two minutes before he finally looked back at us. "Sam, you''ll make one hell of a woman someday. Few manage to experience the sea in this kingdom being that we are in the middle of the continent. I''ve been on a couple of voyages in my time, and the waters of the world are nothing to underestimate," he said while nodding to Sam. His emerald eyes switched to mine, and I saw a faint flicker of light shine through before fading. "You might just become an absolute terror. If it works the way the description implies¡­" Brelten cleared his throat before he slowly undid the silk on the ivory box. "Thank you for sharing that with me. Even if nothing comes from the new information, there''s always the basic pleasure of acquiring such limited and unique knowledge, "he continued. When the blue silk fell away, he pressed his thumb to the seal, and it snapped open with a faint click. A cascade of four shelves popped out. Each row looked like it held ten slots, but only the first two rows were filled. The third row had seven, while the last row only had three. He plucked four stones from the second row and laid them down, side to side, next to each other. Each stone was a different color and had the same cube shape. Looking back at the box, I noticed that they were more solid in colour than the first row but lacked clarity and smoothness from the third onward. Different shape and colors, but the same material as the one Cal gave Eraztis. So skill stones are actually skill crystals. "Pretty," Sam whispered. Two of the stones were green of different shades, while the other two were red and white, respectively. Brelten pointed to the white stone first. "This skill stone is a wind-aligned passive skill called Steps of Air. It''s a passive ability that boosts your natural running speed and balance. I acquired this early on, but I''m unsuited for wind-aligned mana," he said. Images of the tree and vines I saw before came to mind. I could see how something as unbending as a tree would find difficulties in something flighty like wind. It did make me wonder if people had certain affinities for magic. Before I could ask, he continued on to the next stone. "This stone is another passive ability," he said, pointing towards the darker green crystal. "While not being a movement-enhancing skill, this does affect when your feet are on the ground. Rooted Defiance is a skill that binds you towards the earth with roots of mana. You''ll find yourself much, much harder to move when you don''t want to. I''d have used this skill if I hadn''t already made use of its higher tier version." He moved his hands to the final two stones. The red stone had what looked like an inner orange glow, while the other stone was the colour of fresh grass. "Unlike the other two, these skills are actives. Much like the wind stone, this Resplendent Flame didn''t fit. Normally, the skill allows the user to shoot forth vibrant crimson flames. I really don''t know how it would morph and change for both of you. While I know you lean more towards the water element, Sam, your Legacy would override any issues that may usually occur. That said, I don''t think you should take this skill. If you do, I look forward to seeing how it shifts to become more useful to an Ocean Warrior." Sam nodded in return. "I don''t think I''ll choose that one either. Thank you for the advice." Seeing that his warning was accepted, Brelten pointed to the last stone. "This last skill is called Snaring Vines. This skill, in particular, should be a variant of a certain rose bush whose thorns carry minor paralytic poison. If you look closely enough, you can see smokey flecks of bright green. I got this skill as a reward from a certain poison-heavy dungeon during my time in the second tier," he finished. He gave an easy smile. "So, please pick one. They may not be the highest tier skills, but they are solid and, in time, can easily become powerful." While the Snaring Vines sounded interesting, I heavily favored the fire skill. Everybody knows the stereotypical fireball. I''d be set if I could get a summon that could do the same . It would solve my lack of combat prowess easily. The movement skills were useful, but I had no plans on being a tank or needing to run away. Surprisingly, Sam was the one to decide first. She reached over and grabbed the skillstone for Steps of Air. "Hmmm, I was hoping you would pick that one," Brelten commented. He cocked his head and put his hand on his chin. "And you, Cyrus?" I looked at every skill before cementing my pick on the fire skill. Reaching out, I grabbed the fire skill stone. "This one," I replied. Brelten nodded happily at my choice. He then put the other two stones back in the case and closed it. Retying the blue silk around the ivory box, he returned it to his desk drawer. "Now that you have your rewards, I''m willing to answer all questions for the next hour. You may come in tomorrow evening to ask any follow-up questions you may have after you''ve read the primer." He said seriously. We spent the next hour peppering the older man with questions. Like Bera, he answered them all without regarding us like idiots; even when Sam''s questions became less helpful and more to satisfy her curiosity. He handed us both a tiny pouch containing five silvers each, along with two small white, leather-bound books. He waved off our thanks and said it''d be enough to pay for lodgings at Oleander''s. When we finally turned to leave, he reminded us to visit Talis before we left to acquire our badges. Talis apologized once more for the awkward first impression and handed us two quarter-sized diamond-shaped pins. They looked like cut pearls, and they were given to all tier-zero adventurers. Bidding him a goodnight, we made our short walk to the inn. "Think that went well?" I asked. She snorted and punched me lightly on the arm. Holding up her new skillstone, she let the moonlight hit the crystal and let it shine. The air rippled in front of her, and she plunged her hand into the small blue portal that appeared. "Besides having to learn information like a tourist and a child, we did great." "Why would ever need to know if elves came with pointed teeth?" I countered. "Because sometimes elves are man-eating monsters with shark teeth. Duh," I chuckled and grinned. I shared her joy. Despite our paranoia, everything turned out for the better. And now we had new magic skills to acquire! I planned on using the skill stone tonight once we got situated in our rooms. Pushing open the small wooden doors, we walked into a lively room. Unlike before, the inn contained people. I saw mostly humans, but there were a couple of elves as well as a pair of cat-headed humanoids. From our discussion with Brelten, I learned that the two cat people were called Beastkin. This world had different races of beastly humanoids that were anthropomorphic animals of mostly mammals. A few people noticed us as we walked in. Most of the attention came from the table of guards by the right wall. Bera saw us coming and patted her hand on the counter next to two open seats at the bar. We made our way through the chatty crowd, sat down, and relaxed. "You get yourselves settled over at the guild then?" Bera asked warmly. "There was a minor issue when we tried to register, but we met the guild master and solved it. Walked out better than we came in, at least." I replied. "Oh, that reminds me, I want to thank you again for the both of us. You''ve been accommodating so far. And we''d like to know if we can get rooms for the two of us." She waved her hand dismissively. "Think nothing of it, Cyrus. I''m always glad to help. And yes, I have two rooms available. It''ll cost you a silver a night for the two separate rooms. That comes with a meal in the mornings, and if you want to use the bath, it''ll be another ten copper. Extra meals are usually around twelve to fifteen copper, depending on what you order. Considering your money situation, I''d be happy to offer the first night free," she said while smiling. I swear, this woman is a saint. I fished out seven silvers from the two pouches. Sam had given me hers earlier. "I''d like to pay for the next three days if you don''t mind. And I want to pay you back for the hot food earlier. That pie was heavenly." Bera laughed and scooped up the coins before winking. "Flattery will get you everywhere!" We spent the rest of the evening making small talk with Bera while eating a healthy plate of ribs. The guards who were staring earlier left us alone after seeing us pay. They didn''t give us any attention for the rest of the evening. Sam and I went up to our rooms an hour later and wished each other goodnight. We agreed to meet for breakfast. The room turned out to be simple but cozy. It was spaced wide enough to take five steps from wall to wall. There was a wooden bed with an actual mattress and clean green sheets. But even if the day was long, I didn''t feel an ounce of tiredness. I pulled out my red crystal from earlier and held it in my hands. New magic, new powers. It was time to contract a new familiar. Chapter 7: A Deal Between A Serpent and a Felkin I laid down on the bed and made myself comfortable. From what I managed to briefly learn during my time talking to Brelten, absorbing a skill stone was an easy process. I held the red stone in my right hand and closed my eyes. Channeling mana into my right palm, I tried to picture the stone mixing with my mana and entering back into my body. The sound of the crystal cracking was not unexpected. The brief, cool feeling on my mana turned warm, like holding your hands up to a flame. Instead of feeling a cool river flow through my arm, it was the opposite. A warm, tingling feeling made its way through my body, back into my chest. After a few minutes passed and the warm feeling slowly ebbed away and settled, I opened my eyes. My hand no longer held the red crystal, and there were no shards or dust to be seen despite me hearing it crack. I brought up my status and focused on my active skills. STATUS: Active Skills: The skill name did indeed change. It looked like the skill upgraded from a basic flame to an inferno. There was no context for the name change, but I could only assume an inferno was a higher-tier flame. This only made me more excited to obtain a new familiar. I closed my eyes and started to clear my mind. Once my breathing settled, I activated the new skill. Like last time, I vaguely got the feeling of falling slowly. When I next opened my eyes, I sucked in my breath. There was no forest around me this time. The sky glowed a dull red with clouds of orange and gold. I stood on top of a round platform centered in a lake of fire. The ground was obsidian black. Unlike the stone islands around me, the it was smooth. There was a circle reminiscent of the one in the forest, but the circle looked like it was made of ash. The surrounding heat was not overbearing. I felt warm and cozy. I knew that I should be sweating bullets and choking on the heat. The lava around the circle bubbled and boiled even if I felt none of the volcanic flames. Chalking it up to magic and perhaps the magic of the circle keeping me safe, I closed my eyes to begin. Before I could start, the ground rumbled and forced my eyes open. The surrounding lava started to shift and churn. When I was about to call out, my voice died and wouldn¡¯t leave my throat. Out from the lava rose a long serpent. Its scales were darker than the platform I stood on. They absorbed the light around them. On and on it rose till I was left staring at a large snake head higher than any building in Edolus three times over. Every instinct inside my body screamed at how I was nothing more than small and tiny little thing, not even fit enough to be a snack for this great monster. The lava serpent opened its mouth and out hissed a tongue made of flames. Its fangs were sharp shards of black glass bigger than I was tall. I nearly lost my shit as a feminine voice echoed in my head. ¡°Be not afraid, little Lord. I am the guardian of this place. I know why you are here,¡± said the voice in a much higher pitch than I would have thought. The great serpent lowered its head slowly till her fangs were only a couple of feet above me. Her, and I¡¯m assuming it was a her, eyes were like two molten suns. Shaking my head to break my gaze, I gave a bow to the mighty spirit. Even with the excitement of new magic on the horizon, I forced my hands into my side to prevent them from shaking. ¡°Greetings, great protector. This one¡¯s name is Cyrus. I¡¯m here to make a contract for a Resplendent Inferno,¡± I greeted the spirit, the words coming almost unbidden. ¡°May I have your name, great one?¡± A loud hiss physically rang through my body, vibrating my bones. However, despite the scariness of the sound, I felt only approval. ¡°Ahhhh, it is so refreshing to meet one who knows the proper protocols. I approve of the young Lord. I go by many titles, many of which do not need to be named. At least not yet, for thou art too young. You may call me... Zhuyin." I idly noticed that there was no exaggerated hissing on any of her s-sounds. I nearly jumped when I heard chuckling and faint exasperation. ¡°Focus, little one. Funnel your mana to the ring, and do not stop until you near emptiness. The results of the fire born will decide who and what I bring for you to contract. Do not disappoint!¡± she commanded. Not wanting to anger the towering spirit, I quickly did as she instructed. The familiar feeling of channeling mana spread throughout my body. This time, I noticed that the mana was being absorbed by the surrounding circle. Another approving hiss resounded in my mind. The chill of the mana began seeping the warmth from my body. Gone was the feeling of heat. It felt like standing in a blizzard naked; left to freeze and wither in the blistering cold. I kept channeling until pins and needles stuck my limbs. Even then, I poured out every ounce of the source until my chest felt like a void absorbing all heat from existence. A loud hiss crashed through the fog and ground my actions to a halt. It was the hiss of a giant predator that scared its prey. Stalking, commanding in attention, it froze me solid. I almost collapsed, but the remnants of my faded thoughts told me that I shouldn¡¯t. Thankfully, the cold disappeared like quickly melting ice. Feeling returned swiftly, and my muddled mind cleared up. Some part of me could tell that I had done something stupid. If Zhuyin had not made me stop, I would have been in danger. I opened my eyes and froze. Zhuyin¡¯s large, molten eyes encompassed my vision entirely. ¡°Foolish boy, NEVER BREAK THE CIRCLE!¡± she shouted, making the very lake of lava bubble and roil. ¡°This circle is protection, safety from the spirit realm. It prevents spirits from coming in and consuming the young, arrogant little souls who enter this realm. Even if you are a young Spirit Lord, even if you belong to this realm, never, ever run your mana completely dry. You wonder why your lungs aren''t on fire and your body dehydrated till there was nothing left? It¡¯s because of this circle. Don¡¯t do it again, foolish child!¡± With each new statement, I found my head lowering more and more. It felt like I was an idiotic kid being scolded for doing something beyond stupid. A loud tsk sounded in my head, and I slowly raised my eyes. Zhuyin shook her great snout back and forth. ¡°As long as you learn to never do it again. Might as well look at the fire you have raised,¡± she said while flicking her tongue to the circle. Gone was the ring of dry ash. On the black platform, a tall, unbroken dome of fire was blazing. Double my height, the fires burned without an ounce of smoke. It was surprising. When I channeled mana into the circle in the forest, there were some flowers and raised grass. Here, the mana created a grand fire. The flames were mesmerizing and showed no signs of abating. I turned to Zhuyin and found her regarding me. I could tell that she was debating something in her head. Wasn¡¯t sure how I could tell that a giant serpent was thinking, but like everything else, I chalked it up to magic bullshit. She flicked her tongue of fire out a few times before seeming to finally come to a decision. ¡°You have shown your flames to this lake of fire, and they are more than adequate. I can go now and bring forth spirits who would be eager to make a contract with one such as you. However, I offer you a different option. Despite your boneheaded actions, I have tasted the flames and felt them on my scales. You, Cyrus, would make a great master, I can tell,¡± she said slowly. Her comment on my foolishness earlier stung a little. Curious about what other option she was offering, I nodded my head. ¡°What is this other option you speak of, Zhuyin?¡± I asked her. Another pause--the vague sounds of the circle¡¯s flames licking the air were the only noise. This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. ¡°In my care is a young spirit. She is the daughter of a friend that I agreed to protect. Her mother is currently in a long sleep and may not wake for some time. I wish for you to make a contract with her. She is young, and being tied to you would give her a greater chance of growth and power. Your skill, Resplendent Inferno, would be perfect,¡± she said, her voice normal once again. Someone who would be taken care of by a great spirit like Zhuyin had to be better than what I might have normally contracted. It didn¡¯t hurt to get on the serpent¡¯s good side either, not to mention potential ties to the young spirit¡¯s mother. There was no way I was passing up this opportunity. ¡°It would be my honor to make a contract with her. Thank you for thinking me good enough to make her my familiar,¡± I said seriously, bowing. ¡°Very well, wait here. I will be back momentarily.¡± The wait was short, or at least it felt short. Time was apparently deceptive during this process. Zhuyin rose out of the lava, along with a small orb of fire hovering near her head. The orb¡¯s flames faded and revealed inside a small bird. She looked like a sparrow. Her main feathers were crimson, while the end of the wings and tail faded to orange, then gold, and finally to cobalt. At the tips, the feathers were alight with small flames. The little spirit was small enough to fit in my palm, much smaller than I thought, all things considered. A tiny and higher-pitched voice chirped out. ¡°Auntie! Why are we here?¡± Zhuyin shook her head and seemed to give a mental sigh. ¡°Zharia, be respectful to the young Lord. I¡¯ve decided that you shall make a contract with him,¡± came Zhuyin¡¯s exasperated voice. Upon hearing that she was about to make a contract, Zharia stilled in the air. ¡°But Auntie, why?! Mother said I stay here. Why would I make a contract with him?¡± the small bird chirped, the flames on her wings growing bigger. Honestly, I was kind of offended, I wasn¡¯t that bad of an option! Zhuyin lowered her head and let Zharia land on her snout. She stared at her with her burning eyes. A few moments passed, and the flames on Zharia slowly died. The two were obviously engaged in some form of mental communication. Zharia eventually hopped off Zhuyin¡¯s head and flew her way closer to me, just beyond the flame¡¯s barrier. This time, instead of audible chirping, I felt another mental connection sidle up to the one me and Zhuyin shared. ¡°I am Zharia. Auntie has told me that going with you will make me strong and beautiful. Is this true?¡± Zharia¡¯s tiny voice echoed. ¡°It will. I don¡¯t think I can promise you no harm, for we will be in dangerous situations aplenty. I am new to this world. I am really new to this realm. My knowledge is lacking severely, but I plan on changing that. I know not what the future holds for me, but I know I plan on having many adventures. I won¡¯t waste the chance to get strong. I promise you this.¡± I answered back. Zharia stared at me with her golden eyes, and I matched her stare. She nodded once before turning her head back and nodding to her aunt. Out of the lava, a hand made from molten rock raised itself and held an obsidian dagger. The blade was curvy and had white runes blazing on the blade. Knowing what to do, I reached my hands into the fires that didn¡¯t burn and grasped the hilt of the dagger. I pricked myself on my middle finger and reached both hands past the barrier. Before I could completely cross the wall of flames, Zhuyin spoke out. ¡°Keep the dagger. Consider it a gift for agreeing to this. Someone like you needs a ritual dagger. Next time you come to bind a spirit, use this athame. It will help show you are serious about making the contract,¡± she said. I nodded my head and accepted gracefully. Gifts were not going to be denied here. I pulled the dagger back towards myself and finished penetrating the flames with my other hand. Zharia landed on my hand and lowered her beak to my blood. The blood disappeared into her mouth, and I felt a weight settle in. I closed my eyes and looked inward. I could feel Zharia tether to my soul, settling next to my connection to ¨¢ine. As the world was slowly fading from my sight, Zhuyin hissed out one last time. ¡°Treat her well, Cyrus or you¡¯ll find yourself facing my fangs and her mother¡¯s flames. If you ever visit the spirit realm, do come visit." I couldn''t reply. I the familiar falling sensation tugged at my back and consciousness. When I opened my eyes, the sun peeked out from behind the curtains. However long I spent during the spirit ritual, it took long enough for morning to come. I stretched my arms as I stood up. The bed wasn¡¯t the best, but it sure beat sleeping on cold ground. That was something... My stomach rumbled and signaled that I was in need of food. I pulled out the primer I got from Brelten and headed on down. If Sam hadn¡¯t woken up yet, I figured I could get a meal and read up on some info. When I walked downstairs and entered the inn¡¯s main floor, I saw only a few people. There were three guards relaxing in the corner again, and a male human and female elf duo sat at one table eating their breakfast. I sat myself down at the bar again and decided to start reading since Bera wasn¡¯t there. Three minutes went by before a small knock made me look up into Bera¡¯s smiling face. ¡°Well, morning there, sweetie. Can I get you any breakfast?¡± she asked kindly. My stomach chose that moment to answer for me and grumbled audibly. I felt myself blush a little at the embarrassment, but Bera just laughed and said she¡¯d take that as a yes. Breakfast turned out to be a hearty affair; sweet apple juice with a plate filled to the brim with food. It was a mixture of sausage, toast, ham, eggs, and hash browns. After eating, I leaned back, patting my stomach. ¡°Bera, that was amazing. I should eat like this every morning.¡± She hit me with her rag and refilled my drink. ¡°Well, thank you. You''re not wrong, by the way. Everybody should start off their morning with a good hearty meal; keep you going through a day¡¯s work," I spent the rest of the morning relaxing off the heavy feeling of being stuffed and read silently to myself. The morning crowd slowly trickled in, and the room grew louder the more people came to eat. Eventually, Sam made her way down and saddled up next to me while also getting a big plate from Bera. Turning to look at her, she seemed slightly groggy but otherwise okay. I didn¡¯t blame her for sleeping in and enjoying having a bed for the first time in a week. ¡°So, are you doing ok? Did you have any trouble absorbing the new skill?¡± I asked her while nudging her on the shoulders. She turned to look at me before she had to quickly down her drink and swallow the egg that got caught in her throat. She coughed a few times before taking another chug and sat her cup down. Bera came by and refilled her drink while shaking her head. ¡°Sorry about that. Yeah, I did. It changed its name to Steps of the Flowing River. Looks like it upgraded itself when it did. I¡¯ll show you the description later when we test it out. But enough of that, what about you? Did you have another dip into the spirit world?¡± she asked while finishing her plate. I noticed a few heads turn our way after I mentioned a new skill and even more ears perked up when she said it changed names and upgraded. Before, I would have worried about revealing any information, but we were adventurers now. Being a Reborn wasn¡¯t a death sentence, so some of my caution relaxed. ¡°Yeah, changed its name as well. Went from Resplendent Flame to Resplendent Inferno. Went to the spirit realm like last time, but to a completely different place." We spent several minutes recounting my time in the lake of lava. Sam oohed and aahed when I described Zhuyin and laughed when I told her about the lecture and scolding I received. She was very excited when I told her about Zharia. ¡°Wait, wait, where''s the dagger?¡± she asked while holding out her hand. Now that I thought about it, the dagger wasn¡¯t with me when I woke up. Trying something new, I closed my eyes and tried to picture my inventory. Wasn¡¯t sure it would work, considering it belonged inside the stomach of a weird space dragon baby, but I figured it couldn¡¯t hurt. A picture of the medium-sized room appeared in my head. The room wasn¡¯t truly a room. The walls were just walls of black void. But I could feel the boundaries of the space, nonetheless. Inside floating were the two beast corpses and the white-runed athame. Opening my eyes again, Sam stared at me with her head cocked and her eyebrow raised. In response, I mentally pulled out the black dagger, and it landed in my hands. I turned the blade around and handed Sam the dagger to inspect it. ¡°Pretty cool. It¡¯s unfair you get cool shit from giant lava serpents, and I get nothing,¡± she complained. I could tell she was just kidding around. Sam would be happy for me, regardless. She handed it back, and I tucked it into my belt. With another quick drink of my juice, I noticed even more eyes looking in our direction. Maybe storage powers or devices were uncommon. It was something I was going to have to ask Brelten about later tonight. ¡°Alright, cool dagger whereabouts solved. Now show me Zharia. She sounded so pretty. Between her and ¨¢ine, you can at least dazzle our enemies into cuteness. I''m going to start questioning if all your spirits are going to be girls, though. Didn¡¯t think you, of all people, would be one to start a harem of spirits. Did anime shows never teach you anything? There''s no peace in harems, Cy. This better not turn into Monster Musume." ¡°HAA, HAA! What''s wrong with you? Why do you even know that anime? Since when did you watch that kind of stuff? I thought your sexual awakening was Riza Hawkeye, not some centaur woman,¡± I scoffed, pelting her with questions. Apparently, that was the wrong move. ¡°Ooohoho, so you do know the show. Am I learning something new about you, Cyrus?¡± she asked coyly. I responded by banging my head lightly on the counter. Sam¡¯s giggle only grew louder and more annoying in response. When she went silent, I thought it was finally over. I was wrong. ¡°Ah, no worries. I know you''re just really sad over the fact your spirits aren¡¯t muscular men. " ¡°Alright then, enough of that. I''ll show you Zharia already. Just quit it,¡± I said dryly. I paused at another thought and summoned ¨¢ine first. Figured it wouldn¡¯t hurt for the both of them to meet. Though I suspected that they already had, I wasn¡¯t sure where they went when they were inside me, but I knew they could interact. The little fairy flew out and sat herself down lightly on the rim of my cup and stuck her hand in the juice. Apparently, she could drink, which shouldn¡¯t be surprising. She did absorb my blood with her hand when I contracted her. Next, I summoned Zharia, and the little bird popped into existence, wings alit with flames. The first thing to notice was her feathers showed more vividly. And the flames on her feathers were now a solid gold in colour. She flew to position herself in front of me and stared at Sam. ¡°Master, do we burn this woman? She seems to be mocking you,¡± Zharia¡¯s little voice chirped out loud. It was only then that I noticed the entire room was silent. When I wasn¡¯t paying attention, every table was filled with people, including some of the faces we saw last night. In my rush to silence Sam, I forgot that perhaps summoning spirits was not the most normal thing to do. Some people had their mouths open, and even Bera was staring wide-eyed. ¡°Well, shall I burn this evil, brute¡¯s hair off? I¡¯ll teach her not to mock us,¡± Zharia declared hotly. I sighed. This was going to take some explaining on my part. Chapter 8: A Busy Day Bera was the first to recover. She took a moment to swivel her head from Zharia to ¨¢ine and then at me. Coming closer slowly, she leaned forward and leveled her eyes to Zharia¡¯s head. ¡°Ehhm, well, hello there, pretty one. I¡¯m going to have to kindly ask that you don¡¯t start any fires inside here,¡± she said sweetly and slowly. Zharia turned and regarded the woman talking to her. For a moment, I was concerned that the riled-up firebird would ask if she could burn the innkeeper next. Surprisingly, her flames died down, and she landed on the bar beside me. Bera hummed happily when she saw the fiery spirit calm down. ¡°Is there anything I can get you, little one?¡± ¡°Can you provide me with a flame to consume, poison lady?" Bera winced when Zharia called her poison lady. I wasn¡¯t sure why Zharia had called her that, but it looked like there was a story there. Without missing a beat, she hummed a quick tune and pulled out a candle glued to a metal. She produced a small red stone, and after a second, the candle was lit. Zharia wasted no time and flew to the top of the candle and seemed to inhale parts of the flames. ¡°Is that good enough for you, dear?¡± Bera asked, eying the bird ¡®eat¡¯ the candle fire. ¡°Yes, it will do. Thank you,¡± Zharia chirped back. In the corner of my eye, I saw Sam regain her composure and give me a weird look. The room was still annoyingly silent, and nobody had looked away. Thankfully, for the next ten minutes, nobody bothered us. I eventually managed to introduce Sam to Zharia after managing to convince her we were messing around. Zharia didn¡¯t sound like she fully understood, but there was no more talk of burning Sam¡¯s hair. For now. I even managed to introduce ¨¢ine to Bera. The innkeeper was delighted to know that ¨¢ine liked the apple juice and promised to bring out other juices next time. Eventually, after the greetings had died down, I asked Bera a question. ¡°Do you know if there is any butcher in town to who I can offload some beast corpses to?¡± Bera hummed lightly before replying. ¡°I might be willing to buy it off you. It¡¯ll depend on the kind of meat, though. Not every creature is really fit for consumption.¡± I asked her if she had a tarp or something to cover the floor so I could show her. After disappearing into the back and promptly returning with a black sheet that looked like it was made of silk. I hesitated, not wanting to stain such an expensive cloth. She waved me off lightly and told me not to worry. Trusting her, I made the bodies of the pig and the wolf creature appear. They landed on the sheet with a heavy thud and were already beginning to drip blood. Bera gave me another weird stare before she bent down and began inspecting the bodies. This time, a few people were hovering nearby curiously. There were two of the guards to my far right. One had a brief look of awe, while the other was sending brief glances my way. It seems I was back to being a suspicious individual again. Bera stood up after having thoroughly examined the bodies. ¡°I can¡¯t do much for the zilva wolf, but the ember boar is great. Looks like the guy had just matured. Their meat is good for just about everything. It has a natural spice that helps when cooking," she said while wiping her hands on a gray rag. "I can give you eight silver since it¡¯s large enough. The wolf you can bring to Arlen. The fur usually sells for a silver or two. I must say, though, it looks like they charged the wrong boulder.¡± Sam practically beamed at the boulder comment. She was obviously proud of her deadly fists. I agreed on the price, and the crowd gawked again when my little dragon came out. This time I could feel an obvious strain on my mana. I suspect that if the dragon was a true familiar, I may not have been able to summon him for long. I paused at that thought but then shrugged it off. It wasn''t the first time knowledge had bled through even if I had no business knowing it. After more jaws dropped after my dragon ¡®kirbied¡¯ the wolf''s corpse into his mouth along with my athame, Bera managed to surprise me. She placed her hand on the edge of the silk. After a moment, the silk quickly wrapped itself around the pig''s body. She then proceeded to pick up the massive silk-wrapped pig and walked to the kitchen. Just an innkeeper, huh? Yeah right... After receiving the coin Bera promised me, I re-absorbed Zharia and ¨¢ine and said our goodbyes. The following trip to the butcher was a dry affair. The gruff man showed no reaction when I plopped the bloody corpse onto his counter and merely offered me a silver and a half. Sam tried to bargain but was met with slowly blinks and an unflinching stair. After blandly agreeing and having dropped more coins in my pouch, we made our way back to the guildhall. Stepping inside the guild building, Talis noticed and waved us over. ¡°Hello again, Cyrus and Sam. Brelten informed me you might be stopping by. I believe you wanted to see our appraiser?¡± Talis asked politely. Studying the man, he still looked slightly nervous around us. Hopefully, in the coming days, he''d start treating us like normal adventurers. Or maybe nervous was the default Talis. ¡°Yep. I ended up picking up some items that appeared when I came here. Figured it''s time to find out what they did,¡± I said. If I act like nothing''s wrong, surely things will acclimate to my level. ¡°I¡¯ll lead you right to him if you¡¯ll just follow me,¡± Talis continued. When I turned to look at Sam, she simply shrugged back. We found ourselves entering one of the side rooms from earlier after he led us downstairs. He left us at the door and returned to the front desk. When we entered, I saw the sleeping man from last night. He was no longer asleep and was wearing a simple blue robe. The room itself was basic, with only a desk and a couple of chairs in the center. Lining the back walls were tables, which I could only assume were for displaying items. The man smiled when we sat down in front of him. ¡°Hello there. You two are the ones from last night. I¡¯ve been instructed that you''re looking for an appraisal." His posture was laid back and relaxed. Examining him, I couldn¡¯t spot anything remarkable. His hair was short and brown, and his eyes a light blue. While not ugly, he wasn¡¯t handsome either. ¡°Yes, I¡¯m Cyrus, and this is Sam,¡± I greeted back. Sam waved her hand at the mention of her name. ¡°May I have your name?¡± ¡°Ah yes, sorry, that was rude of me. I¡¯m Guild Appraiser Winslow,¡± he said. His posture never changed, and he stayed leaning slightly in his chair. ¡°Would you like some basic knowledge about my role and the services I offer to adventurers of the guild?¡± he asked. I responded with a nod. ¡°Very well. I am a member of the guild staff who has been specifically trained in identifying and recognizing any and all items. Whether the items in question be magical, mundane, or something in between, I should know it. I have an appraisal skill, identify skill, and a few other specific skills at tier two. I also help with the selling and buying of items in the guild. It can range anywhere from a new sword to skill stones. If you require specific materials for a profession, whether you wish to buy or sell them, I¡¯m who you go to. Another thing I can assure you of is that all purchases are absolutely private. When we log our acquisitions, we only mark the day and the location of where they came from. If you were to require a certain skill stone that we don¡¯t currently have here locally, I¡¯ll put in a request that will only say that it is to be delivered here and on the day the request was made and fulfilled. Not even the guild master can force me to reveal information about who buys or sells what." He rattled off in an easy cadence. The speech was practiced and well spoken. I didn''t have anything to hide with my bags today, but seeing that privacy was a valued concern was reassuring. I retrieved two pouches from my inventory, and Winslow didn''t seem phased by their sudden appearance, likely due to his job. He picked up the white pouch with a gold thread seal, and a purple eye symbol appeared on his head, causing me to blink rapidly. It didn''t hurt, but looking at it poked at the edges of my vision like a stray lash. Winslow encased the pouch in a transparent purple cube using two hands before returning it to the desk. He repeated the process with the orange pouch adorned with a smiling pumpkin face before hovering his hands over both pouches. Finally, he dropped his hands back to his side, and the purple eye symbol vanished. ¡°I must ask before I tell you what they are. Did you happen to find these around an area that had recently been subjected to an ether storm?¡± he asked. Was that why the forest was completely silent and devoid of life for a while? I wonder how he could tell. ¡°Yes. We traveled through the Yidelwoods about a week ago. These two items were nearby one of our stops for the night,¡± I responded. His eyes widened at the revelation but otherwise showed no reaction. ¡°Hmmm, well, that explains it. Ether storm items tend to have a specific magical signature present. Generally, the items themselves have some of the most random effects known. When I was appraising the pouches, I could feel the erratic nature of the magical enchantment. The two item¡¯s effects, while unusual, are not much stranger than the usual,¡± he said while relaxing deeper into his chair. ¡°So, what do they do?¡± Sam asked eagerly. I could tell her curiosity had peaked. Strange magical items sounded cool. The very idea of having two mundane objects carry some special magical effect dug its claws into my own curiosity. He picked up the white pouch first. ¡°This pouch has been labeled as Chef¡¯s Mini Seasoning Pouch. Apparently, it carries a refilling source of different seasonings that one can pull from the bag to use. It refills once a day and may be used several times to grab different spices. Simply open the pouch and reach in, thinking of what you want to pull out. I was able to identify basic pepper and salt, along with onion powder, garlic powder, and something called paprika." There was only one thought on my mind. Sam punched me hard on the arm, and I yelped out in pain. "Hey, what gives?!" ¡°You¡¯re telling me while we were stuck roasting gamey pig meat in the forest, we could have seasoned it?!¡± she yelled. It wasn¡¯t like I was supposed to know we had a magical seasoning bag. Blaming me was entirely unfair. ¡°How am I supposed to know random magical crap out of the blue, huh? Didn¡¯t see you pulling out your magic food bag and making us a meal. You even made me cut the meat with my claws!¡± I retorted. She continued to give me a mean glare before turning her nose up and snorting. Winslow simply smiled at our exchange before coughing lightly to get our attention. He set the first pouch down and moved on to the one with the face. Picking it up to display it so that the smiling jack-o''-lantern face faced us. ¡°This one is also of similar use. It''s labeled as Trickster¡¯s Bag of Sweet Treats. Three times per day, the owner can pull out a couple of pieces of candy. It regenerates every twenty-four hours. I must say, while strange, these objects are surprisingly useful. Usually, the effects are so random on these kinds of items that you¡¯ll go through dozens and dozens before a good one pops up,¡± he said while putting the pouch back down. ¡°I¡¯m going to assume you don¡¯t want to sell these? The candy pouch may be niche, but the pouch of seasoning would be useful to many adventure parties.¡± I furiously shook my head no and caught Sam doing the same. First, they were my first magic items. Second, I wasn¡¯t going to give up my potentially only source of sweets in this world. Winslow chuckled. He told us to come to him whenever we had more items to appraise, and if we ever had the money, we should ask him about buying gear and skills. We bid him goodbye and made our way back upstairs to sit at one of the tables. Sam snatched the candy pouch from my hands the moment we sat down. Ignoring my protests, she undid the thread on the pouch and reached her hand in. She pulled her hand out and dropped three pieces of candy on the table. One looked like an unbranded candy bar, while the other two were tootsie pops. Before I could even twitch a finger, she snatched the candy bar and tore it open. She released a moan as she bit into the chocolate. I grabbed the pouch back and clutched it close to my chest. ¡°Ruuuude! Can I at least have a piece before you devour it?¡± She ignored me as she took another bite, but before I could open my mouth again, she snapped off a piece at the bottom and tossed it to me. My complaint died as the delicious chocolate began melting in my mouth. I wasn¡¯t sure what brand of chocolate this was, and I didn¡¯t think there was one. The candy did taste good, though. It hit differently than when we ate Bera¡¯s pie. It was sweet but in a completely different way that only a bar of chocolate-based sugar can be. Looking up, Talis was eyeing us with a look of absolute confusion on his face. After a moment of thought, I grabbed the pops and headed over. He blinked a few times at my approach, the question obvious, but he didn¡¯t look like he wanted to ask it out loud. ¡°Hey Talis, I got something for you. Think of it as my way of apologizing for the small awkwardness from yesterday,¡± I said while handing him the two pieces of candy. ¡°Oh, uh, thank you. There''s no need. I am the one who should be apologizing, really,¡± he stuttered, clearly not expecting me to give him something. I denied him trying to give back the candy and told him to try it. He hesitantly unwrapped the one that was cherry flavored and put it in his mouth slowly. His eyebrows did a small dance as he processed the flavor. There was a brief moment of confusion, and then his face brightened. ¡°Oh my, thisth if so gooth, thankss you.¡± Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. I laughed at his garbled words, and he pulled the candy out while he lowered his head, blushing lightly. I wished him a good day and told him we¡¯d be back later tonight to talk to Brelten. Another chuckle almost escaped my lips as he only half paid attention to my words. I shook my head at Sam¡¯s now slightly chocolate-covered face and motioned for her to come on. Before we left the building, I had the little dragon suck both pouches back up. He appeared for one second and was gone the next with pouches in his void stomach. I¡¯ll probably name the little guy later. I¡¯m still not entirely sure if he''s alive, but I was going to just assume so and treat him like such. There wasn¡¯t a weight on my soul the way Zharia or ¨¢ine inflicted. Sam gave me a questioning look, but I told her it was nothing. I wasn¡¯t sure what else we should do today, but I figured until we learn more from Brelten, we could just hang out at the inn. It wouldn¡¯t hurt to read more information from the primer. Sam agreed quickly, and we headed back to Oleanders. The morning crowd had died, and now there were only a few people sitting and nursing drinks. We waved to Bera as we came in and sat down at a table for once. We both pulled out our books and began studying. Like this, several hours passed, Bera came, and we got some refreshing fruity drinks midway through. Closing the book, I stretched and slumped lazily in my chair. I knew that the world so far hasn¡¯t been too off base from all the different novels I¡¯ve read, but damn. I finally got my answer as to what the tiers were. This world was a damn pseudo-cultivation-esque system. Despite the levels of ascendency being put into tiers, instead of the usual metal-based system more commonly used, it wasn¡¯t too different. Everybody born in Inoria had a certain number of skill slots. The amount of skill slots correlated to what tier was achievable if said person ever strived to raise their tier level. The lucky few mortals who were born with all slots could theoretically reach tier five and achieve minor divinity. For every two active skills, you were able to use one passive. Ten actives and five passives were required to break from mortality. It turned out, on average, the common folk would only have at most four actives and two passives. And those who had the maximum amount of skill slots had to work the hardest. The Grand Weave identified someone on the path of ascendency the moment you acquired a skill. This was called the first step. The half step was when one of your skills achieved rank ten and reset to the next tier. A full step occurred when all skills reached the next tier, and the person underwent their first evolution. Usually, nothing visibly changed for most of the populace. Certain races, like the beastkin and demons, underwent a more drastic change. I finally understood what Cal meant, that I probably wouldn¡¯t look like him when I evolved. The specific powers and perks you had affected how one¡¯s evolution looked. Thinking back, the guard captain, Bera¡¯s swift eye change, and even Brelten¡¯s glowing emerald eyes could all be explained now. Apparently, the first-tier evolution changed the body just like the way cultivator literature said it would. Minor strengthening in all aspects, along with the cleansing of the body''s impurities, happened at the moment of breaking through to the next tier. As a Reborn, we didn¡¯t have to deal with any impurities. Unlike normal people, our bodies were given to us fresh and new. It was why we were supposed to expect rapid growth. Yay, for us, we get cheat-like bodies that don¡¯t have to deal with disgusting gunk oozing out. The one thing I did learn was that besides oozing black tar, the real kicker was barfing up our organs. Tier one changed the body''s digestive structure and removed the need for any sort of waste processing. As we ascended to the higher tiers, the more our body released its fleshy shackles and shifted to a magical whole. And through the primer, I realized something. Sam and I wasted our kills of the pig and wolf. Unlike most beasts and spirits, we humanoids were horribly inefficient in absorbing ambient mana for cultivating. What we should have done was sit down and use the mana we got from the kills and do some meditation. We were supposed to look inward and slowly use the energy to carve mana channels throughout our bodies. This was why, more than just the more abundant options of skills at their disposal, people who had higher skill slots naturally had more mana than people who had lesser. Every new skill, whether active or passive, was a chance to deepen our pool of mana. Around the second tier, we had to start worrying about a mana core. Our organs would be replaced slowly until there were only our hearts left. Food would break down into the new cavity in our body. And would be used for all other functions except pumping blood. Personally, it might be freaky to cut someone¡¯s stomach open and not have any entrails fall out. Once we reached the fifth tier, our blood would be completely replaced with mana, and by then, we¡¯d just be a shell housing our core. The idea of being able to rise to the level of godhood was¡­ exciting. When I thought about it, I felt my blood sing as if to say that there could never be anything else. I wasn¡¯t sure how I truly felt about it, but I wouldn¡¯t turn down the chance. As I stood up and stretched, I looked down at my clothes. I hadn''t changed them since I put them on, and honestly, I could use a bath. Sam was still reading, so I didn¡¯t bother her. I walked to the bar and waited till Bera finished serving a pair of elves ordering drinks. She walked over and leaned on the counter. ¡°Finished reading that hefty book there? Could have mistaken you two for a pair of scholars, with how long you guys were going at it." I gave a small chuckle. Sam of old could have easily been a scholar, but new Sam? I shook my head. I didn''t think scholars felt such thrills at crushing beast skulls with giant fists. ¡°Yeah, I''ve got a lot to study up on. Not having any idea how things work sucks, so we dug in and tried to absorb all the knowledge we could. I¡¯m taking a nice long break for now. Figured I¡¯d take you up on getting a bath,¡± I said while fishing the ten copper out of my pocket. She scooped it up and winked. ¡°Just take that door to the right. Head down the stairs, and you¡¯ll find two doors. Use the left, and it¡¯ll open up to the washing room. The one on the right holds the restroom.¡± I went back to Sam and let her know I was taking a bath and left for the door on the right. Wasn¡¯t sure how I didn¡¯t notice this door before, but having a bathroom made sense. Idly I noticed that I had to use it at this moment. Hopefully, it wasn¡¯t a wash-with-your-hands scenario. The time spent in the woods was not kind to the leaves. After finishing my business in the restroom, which had a bidet-like device, I took the other door to the washing room. The floor was bare stone and with nothing much inside. There was a bowl in the center of the room, large enough to fit someone bigger than Sam. I approached the edge, not sure how I was supposed to wash with nothing. At my feet was a small golden plate that had gems embedded into it. The left gem was a large blue crystal with two smaller crystals next to it. The smaller crystal was a lighter blue, and the other, firetruck red. The right large crystal had no smaller ones next to it but was a smokey black. Getting used to the magic equivalent of technology was going to take a while. Figuring out the basin wasn¡¯t hard. I simply had to channel magic into the crystals. The bigger blue one filled the tub with water and stopped when I cut the mana flow. The smaller crystals were used for heating or cooling the water. Turns out I could change the water to be boiling all the way to feeling like I skinny-dipped in a frozen lake in winter. The black crystal seemed to evaporate the water. I took off my clothes and relaxed properly for the first time in a while. A knock on the door startled me awake. I splashed my limbs in the now cold water briefly as I tried to recognize my surroundings. ¡°Cyrus? Are you alright in there? It¡¯s been about two hours, dear. I¡¯d rather not have to bust the door down because you passed out or drowned,¡± came Bera¡¯s voice with obvious concern. Vaguely, I noticed that I wasn¡¯t pruned or even cold in the water. Benefits of awesome perks, it seemed. As another knock came, I focused. ¡°I¡¯m alright. Looks like I ended up falling asleep, sorry. I¡¯ll be out momentarily,¡± I called back. There was a muffled response that I couldn¡¯t parse, but thankfully there was no worried Bera busting the door down. I activated the black crystal and slowly got out. There wasn¡¯t anything to wipe myself down, so I used my old shirt as an impromptu towel. I suctioned it back into my inventory and popped out a fresh set of clothes. They were an exact copy, but they were fresh. Besides, I didn¡¯t think anyone really complained about wearing the same type of clothing here. When I exited, I was greeted by Bera with her hands on her hips. ¡°Well, as long as you''re okay. If you''re going to take a longer bath, I¡¯d like a heads-up next time. It¡¯d be a shame if you somehow drowned in my tub,¡± she lightly scolded. I could only placate her by promising to do just that and not to worry. Heading back up, I sat down beside Sam, who was now at the bar. ¡°Enjoy yourself there, Cy?¡± she asked. ¡°It was relaxing. You should try it,¡± I replied. In a lower voice, I whispered in her ear. ¡°I accidentally fell asleep while lying in the water. Bera came and almost threatened to break the door in if I didn¡¯t respond. Would have been embarrassing as hell.¡± She shook her head. We spent the next hour eating and discussing what we read in the book. After we ate, we had about an hour before we were supposed to meet up with Brelten. Away from some buildings, Sam finally showed me her new skill. Whenever she started to move fast, her feet had a light distortion. Her steps looked like she was kicking off the surface of a pond. She was faster, not incredibly so but noticeably. She also claimed that she felt a better sense of balance. From what we learned about skills from the primer, when she raised its rank, it¡¯d get more powerful. Currently, all of our skills were at tier zero. We¡¯d have to go hunting for some monsters soon. Sometime later, we just got done discussing what happened throughout the day and what we learned. Brelten gave us a wry look and admitted he already heard about our little performance in the inn. He shook his head and admonished us for already causing chaos. We did learn that when we pulled items out of thin air, people had a right to be shocked. Storage devices or skills were not seen often and were rare enough. Generally, only the wealthiest or the more powerful had one or the other. I mentioned how Arlen didn¡¯t even blink when I plopped a wolf''s corpse on his table, and he laughed, saying that the man wouldn¡¯t be disgruntled if the building came down on his head. Brelten sat back and regarded us for a moment. ¡°So, I¡¯m going to guess that besides the clothes you''re wearing, you don¡¯t have any equipment?¡± "Nada," Sam replied. I shook my head, and he stood up. He moved his desk and chairs back and then stood slightly away from us. ¡°Want to try wielding a weapon? You briefly told me that your world no longer used weapons like ours anymore. I¡¯m gonna assume that you guys have absolutely no training whatsoever.¡± None of us really wanted to discuss the concept of guns here, not wanting to taint the image of a magical fantasy world. I confirmed his suspicions, and he conjured up a small armoury worth of weapons. Eventually, after a few practice swings with a sword, I put it back down and picked up a simple spear. It had a leaf blade tip, and the shaft was on the shorter side, measuring at only five and a half feet. The shaft itself was made of waxed black wood. Sam grabbed a weighty basic iron hammer. The thing looked heavy, but she didn¡¯t show much strain holding it. ¡°The weapon looks good on you, Sam,¡± he complimented. Turning to me, he inspected me and shifted positions to get a better look. I felt awkward holding the weapon. I¡¯m sure somebody on the internet somewhere was having an aneurysm due to the way I was holding the spear. ¡°I¡¯m surprised you wouldn¡¯t prefer a ranged option, Cyrus. Generally, those with summoner-type magic prefer to be in the background. Your kind doesn¡¯t normally deal well at the front lines the way a tank or a warrior would.¡± I looked down at my feet and noticed there was a sling and a bow. He was probably right, but I didn¡¯t think I wanted to spend years practicing how to fire an arrow correctly. Currently, my only attack option was using Zharia to burn things, and that didn¡¯t seem like it¡¯d hold in all scenarios. I wasn¡¯t going to kid myself and play around at being some master swordsman. Not when it meant life or death. ¡°Spears seem easier. I don¡¯t have nor want the kind of strength needed to wield giant heavy weapons like Sam. And I¡¯m certainly never going to be some pugilist,¡± I started, giving Sam a wink. She flexed her biceps in response. ¡°In our old world, spears were the weapons of choice for the common man. It didn¡¯t take much training to brace and point your sharp stick at something. This way, I can engage in melee while my summons take care of range support while not risking being completely up close and personal. And I don¡¯t think I¡¯m going to be a competent archer all of a sudden.¡± He gave me a beaming smile. ¡° Good, I approve of your reasoning. Still, it wouldn¡¯t hurt to have some ranged options, especially if your summons in the future are also ranged combatants. For now, at the lower tier, a spear will work just fine. Maybe later, you can get yourself a basic wand or staff with an inscribed spell. They are not the cheapest, but they¡¯ll be a great boon," My little nerdy heart was ecstatic about magic wands and spell staves being real. He waved his hand, and the rest of the unchosen weapons disappeared. When he saw my raised eyebrow, he pointed to a golden bracelet that was hidden before by his sleeve. I guess I couldn¡¯t be too surprised someone titled as a guild master would have a storage device. I wondered if he had a large storage space. In his hands appeared a round shield made of wood and a four-pronged mace. I almost took a step back as Brelten suddenly had a vicious grin. His eyes glowed bright green as he smiled evilly at us. ¡°Come, let¡¯s see if you''re any good with those things in your hands. I promise to go easy,¡± he said, dropping his voice to a whisper at the end. As it turns out, not at all. Neither Sam nor I struggled to really use the weapons given to us, but Brelten was an unbreakable bulwark. Our every lunge or swipe was blocked with his shield. Despite being made of wood, I strongly suspected that it was harder than the surrounding building. He would punish our futile attacks with a solid smack from his shield or a chop from the shaft of his weapon. I wasn¡¯t sure how long we tried to land even a single hit on the guy, but by the end, we were both panting hard. There was a distinct lack of sweat on my end whilst Sam was covered. Demon biology was weird. He dismissed his shield, smacked the head of his mace on the ground, and leaned on his weapon. ¡°Not the worst I¡¯ve ever seen. You guys are obviously tier zero. You do have surprisingly higher stamina than I thought, which must be another trait of your condition. Cyrus, you handled it well despite having no training. Your stance is poor, and you need to get used to maneuvering the weapon when you have both hands gripped,¡± he said dryly and without any condescension. He looked over Sam''s recovering form. ¡°For you, Sam, I can see where you''re going with a hammer. I think you suit the weapon well, which shouldn¡¯t really be a surprise. As you move up in ranks and tiers, you should be mindful of the weight of your hammer. You¡¯ll probably struggle with what all melee-focused adventurers struggle with. That is to say, your strength will only grow, and when you acquire body-enhancing skills, you¡¯ll have an awkward period where your weapon will feel off.¡± All in all, it wasn¡¯t a bad session. We returned the weapons and limped our way back to Bera¡¯s. I promised to have ¨¢ine heal our wounds when we sat down. Sam said she¡¯d take the healing and then go and wash up herself. The nighttime crowd was bustling as we entered the inn. People honed in on us and our disheveled state. We sat down at the bar with more than a few swallowed groans. Bera approached us with a worried look in her eyes. ¡°What happened? Did you guys get into a fight?¡± she asked, ¡°Something like that. We just had a brief training session with Brelten. The dude is a mean.¡± I answered. She swiveled to regard Sam¡¯s equally distraught state. She then chuckled before turning back to me. ¡°Well, that''s good. I was afraid you guys got into a fight with someone. it¡¯d certainly explain why Sam over there is rocking a busted lip. Is there anything I can do to help?¡± Her concern was sweet. I¡¯m sure most innkeepers were not this warm. There was no doubt that if trouble ever started at the inn, she would not be left wanting on willing bodies to help out. I fished out some coins to pay for Sam¡¯s bath and have a meal brought out now and one later when Sam got done. She accepted and told Sam where to go for a wash. ¡°Are you going to be okay making your way down the stairs, Sam?¡± she asked, putting her hand on Sam¡¯s arm. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ll just have Cyrus fix me up before I relax in the tub,¡± Sam replied. By now, the feeling of eyes drilling into the back of my head was becoming annoyingly common. Before Bera could ask the obvious, I channeled my magic and summoned ¨¢ine. ¨¢ine did a small twirl in the air before she went over and put her tiny hands on Sam¡¯s head. A couple of audible gasps echoed throughout the room. ¨¢ine¡¯s glowing green hands dropped before she came over to heal me next. Sam audibly groaned as she stretched and rolled her shoulders. Having a healing fairy was definitely a cheat. I felt the aching of my bruised body disappear as ¨¢ine¡¯s magic flowed through me. I closed my eyes midway through the process. I mentally thanked ¨¢ine, and I felt her boop me in the nose before disappearing. When I opened my eyes, it was to a familiar sight. Behind me, a loud voice shouted out. ¡°He has a healing skill! The guy can heal!¡± It was impossible to tell who it came from with the thick crowd. The man''s words brought murmuring to the crowd. Sam¡¯s lips thinned as she took in the room. Suddenly, there was a commotion as the crowd was forced to part. Three people in guard uniforms came and stood next to us. ¡°We¡¯d like you to come with us,¡± said the lead guard sternly, her arms crossed over her chest. What the hell did I get myself into now? Chapter 9: Helping the Guards The guard''s words brought a susurrous to the crowd. Her face was stern and fiercely set. That could not be said about the two men who stood slightly behind her. While the lead guard had a stance of aggressive forcefulness, the men behind her seemed to squirm where they stood. Their faces were hesitant, and the guard on the right looked like he was warring with himself on whether to say something to the woman. I narrowed my eyes and set my face as neutral as possible. There was always a chance that this could be some sort of mixup. ¡°And why do you want me to go with you? I¡¯m damn sure I¡¯ve done nothing wrong,¡± I said coolly. My voice had more bite than I intended. The mental exhaustion from today didn''t help. The guardswoman frowned deeply and moved her left hand to the sword at her hip. ¡°Just come with us. There''s a matter we need solved,¡± she said stubbornly. The crowd collectively silenced and took a step back. The people who were too busy to notice at first were pulled back aggressively by their friends or neighbors. When I turned to look back at the guards, my confusion only grew. The two guardsmen were now actively shaking in their boots. They looked like frightened animals. The guardswoman herself had broken out into a cold sweat. Her grip on her sword tightened till her knuckles were white. When I finally swiveled to my right, I saw Sam staring open-mouthed and pointing behind me. The voice from behind pierced the silence, as cold as the grave. ¡°Please tell me why a guard is about to pull out her weapon in my inn. Especially since I don¡¯t see a single person here that I asked you to remove. Surely the guards aren¡¯t overstepping their bounds, hmmm? After all, this is my inn. My property. MY HOUSE AND MY RULES!" Bera shouted, her voice thundering inside the room. As her tone grew increasingly angry and her voice gained in volume, the crowd flinched more and more. The two guards had stopped shaking and now looked completely paralyzed. All the blood long drained from their faces as they stared in horror. Bera''s eyes underwent another transformation, turning into two orbs of dark green smoke that emitted a malefic glow. The guardswoman couldn¡¯t get a single word out of her lips as Bera stared at her with a look that could make a wolf run away with its tail between their legs. When the woman couldn¡¯t respond, Bera flashed over in an instant a finger length away. ¡°It seems like I have to pay Cedric a visit. I figured the man learned his lesson the last time he tried to overreach his authority. And it seems even more increasingly obvious that he hasn¡¯t taught his subordinates the proper rules,¡± Bera growled. I didn¡¯t feel it at first, but now I could. Bera didn''t just stare everyone down with frightening eyes; her very presence screamed danger. If Brelten felt like an unmovable tree standing tall and enduring, Bera felt like a giant snake ready to swallow annoying prey. When Bera wagged her finger slowly in front of the guardswoman, I saw small wisps of smoke trail the motions. The guardswoman swallowed hard and tried to compose herself. ¡°N-no, ma''am, that w-won''t be needed. I promise,¡± she managed to stutter out. Gaining more confidence, she straightened up. ¡°We just need his help. One of our guards got badly injured during a patrol.¡± In a much smaller voice, she said she apologized, first to Bera then to me. The men behind her nodded their heads vigorously and nearly kowtowed. In an instant so fast that it made me blink, Bera was back behind the bar with a cheerful smile on her face. She gave one last look to the guards before turning to me. ¡°Cyrus, I¡¯m sorry for the trouble these three have caused. But it does look like they could really use your help. I know this is presumptuous of me, but would you mind going with them and helping them out? I¡¯m sure they¡¯ll pay you for your services, and I¡¯ll even give you a free night for the trouble,¡± Bera asked apologetically. The guardswoman stared holes in the back of my head, but it lacked the aggression from earlier. I regarded her for a moment in thought. While I didn¡¯t like how things were escalating, I didn¡¯t really see a problem with going with them. What made me think of saying no was the thought of what would have happened if Bera hadn¡¯t stepped in. It seemed like the only problem so far was from the lead guard. The guys behind her were obviously uncomfortable with the situation from the beginning. The guardswoman gritted her teeth when I didn¡¯t answer. For a moment, she took a half step forward and wanted to say something, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her and pulled her back gently. Her face went from brief anger to crestfallen in seconds. It looked like she understood that she messed up and would be told off. Sam tapped my arm lightly and gave me a weak smile. I already knew what she wanted me to say. Letting out a heavy sigh, I stood up. All the guards looked at me with downtrodden faces. Crossing my arms, I made the guardswoman look me directly in the eyes. ¡°Tell me, would you have forced me to come with you if I said no?¡± A range of expressions danced across the woman¡¯s face. Finally, her shoulders dropped, and she whispered out her reply. ¡°Yes¡­ ¡° she responded, her voice barely loud enough to hear. ¡°I¡¯m going to agree to go, only because Bera asked. I expect you to never bother me for as long as I¡¯m staying in the village. AND! I do expect compensation. Lead the way already. I¡¯m hungry, and I want to relax for the night.¡± It came out more forceful than I intended, but she had admitted to be willing to kidnap me. Sam argued to come along, but Bera assured us that I would be unharmed. Or else, that promise drew rapid nods from the trio. "If you don''t need me, I''m taking that bath. Don''t get yourself in more trouble, alright?" Sam said. "No promises," I grumbled. As I began to leave, Bera called out. ¡°I¡¯ll have a hot meal ready to go when you get back, Cyrus. Thank you again,¡± she shouted. I smiled and made my way to the guards, who were already waiting outside. They apologized a second time as we made it outside. The woman stated we''d be heading over to the guard barracks but I merely nodded and waited for her to move. To be honest with myself, I wasn¡¯t even sure why this situation riled me up so much. I doubted anything bad would have actually happened to me. Somehow, I doubted Brelten would have accepted me being harmed. While not really knowing the guy or being close in any sense, I could tell he had some small vested interest in Sam and me. The situation didn¡¯t so much anger as it annoyed me. I felt like someone was poking me with a needle. It was another quirk of the new emotions and mindset I¡¯ve been feeling since acquiring this new body. On our way to the building, I looked up at the sky for what felt like the first time. The moon was pink, glowing rose pink. Taking a quick look around, it didn¡¯t look like the moonlight cast any sort of pigment or shade other than white. Once again, magic fuckery came into play. Thinking back, I did remember noticing during our time camping under the stars that the moon was green. I chalked the fact up to being a cool new magic world and didn¡¯t really think much of it outside of initial wonderment. The guards nearly jumped when I spoke. ¡°Hey, I recall the moon being green a few days ago. Why is it pink now?¡± I asked. The taller of the two guardsmen slowed and looked at me with confusion. ¡°Uh, well, that''s because we¡¯ve just reached the middle of the month. Feldrur, the green moon, only watches over the world for the first half of the month. Fanalis, the pink moon, watches over the second half. And the last day of the month is when their child Felnarua appears,¡± he said slowly. I should have guessed the moons have special names for them. It wasn¡¯t like the concept wasn¡¯t common on Earth. Though with what I know from this world, the moons might actually be gods or something along those lines. ¡°Are the moons gods or something?¡± I asked casually. He scrunched up his face but answered anyway. ¡°I don¡¯t think they''re gods, but I know they are supposedly as powerful as higher-tiered gods. Feldrur is known as the Father of the Hunt. He''s usually depicted as a great wolf who guards our world with fangs and claws. He is said to chase away evil spirits and gods who try to destroy our world. His wife, Fanalis, is also a great wolf, but her domain is that of growth. She is said to be the wild mother who shepherds us to grow and guide us as we age and live our lives. Their child, the purple moon, represents wild youth. She is chaotic vitality and is known to be a bringer of chaos. The stories say that on the last day of the month, her parents let their child run free. Her wild hunts are why monsters appear in greater numbers, and as she runs on across the world unbidden and free, so too do the monsters run, whether they are to participate in the hunt or scatter and hide from her sharp teeth." The guard seemed to be a fan of the moons, or at least their stories. His exuberance was brought back to calm silence with a swift cough from the other guardsmen. He apologized while rubbing the back of his neck, and we continued silently. Looking up at the building, I could tell it was one of the largest buildings in the village. When we walked in, I found out why. The guards had their own barracks and eating area with a kitchen, armoury, and medical ward. I figured we would have gone straight to the medical ward, but we instead headed into the guard captain¡¯s office. From Bera¡¯s threatening earlier, I learned that the man was called Cedric. He looked the same as the last time I saw him, in full silver plate and leathers, despite being late at night in his own office. When we finished entering the room, he put the paper he was reading down and looked up at the lead guard. When his eyes flicked over to me, he scowled. A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation. ¡°And why are you all standing here with the Felkin? Did he do something wrong?¡± he asked in a commanding but calm tone. I felt myself getting angry at the question. The guardswoman straightened up and gave a quick salute to Cedric. ¡°Captain, sir, we are here because we have found a healer that can mend Warren. We might have also started a small commotion at Oleander''s, sir,¡± she said with the last part spoken more quietly. His eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. He stood up, and his hands quickly turned to fists. ¡°Please don''t tell me you tried to start something in the inn. Guards are only ever allowed to, at most, assist if and only if Bera asks for it,¡± he ground out. ¡°Sir, I have to apologize. When I found out that this man had a healing skill, I was overzealous in trying to bring him with us. There was¡­ an implied forcefulness to my actions. Bera was rightfully angry at my actions and forced me to bring myself back in line. She uh¡­ may have mentioned that she might be making a visit to you, Captain sir,¡± the guardswoman said hesitantly. By the end of the conversation, the captain¡¯s body seemed to age. He flopped back into his chair and held his head in his hands. Eventually, he stared at all of us before scrunching his face and squeezing the bridge of his nose. ¡°Lena, just what were you thinking?¡± he asked tiredly. Seeing the effect Bera¡¯s name had on people was sort of scary. I was never going to anger the woman for as long as I lived. I did take the opportunity to needle the guards one last time. ¡°She forgot to mention that when Bera cowed everyone into submission, she seemed furious. Her eyes were smokey orbs, and when she gave your guards a good finger-wagging, smoke was coming out of her body. She also shouted, which, wow, gotta say, was terrifying. I¡¯ve never expected such a loud, angry sound coming out of Bera,¡± I piped in happily. I was exalted when the guards were squirming once again, and the captain went from livid to horrified. Cedric startled everyone when he loudly thumped his head into the table. He ran his hand down his face and reset himself to stoic neutralness. ¡°You three are going to be running extra laps for weeks. And you are coming with me to apologize to Bera directly. If I sense even an ounce of anything other than utter sincerity, I will make your lives absolutely hellish, am I understood!?¡± he barked, with a fist smashing into his desk for emphasis. There was a trio of ''yes captain'' before he stood up once again. ¡°I¡¯m sorry for what my foolish guards have caused you. Lena says you have a healing skill. Is this true?¡± he asked while striding to stand before me. The man¡¯s arms were crossed, but it didn¡¯t look like he was being standoffish. ¡°I accept the apology. Thankfully, it didn¡¯t escalate into anything more serious. I do have a healing skill, and I¡¯m going to be frank here. I¡¯m tired as hell, and I just wanted a meal to eat so I could begin relaxing. I just spent an hour getting bashed to hell by Brelten, and I would really like to be done with this already. I¡¯m only here because Bera asked me nicely, and she said you¡¯d compensate me." Cedric didn¡¯t comment on me spending time with Brelten. He did turn to give his guards one last scathing look before he motioned everyone to follow him out of the room. ¡°You will be compensated for your healing if you can truly provide it. Warren is currently recovering in the infirmary. Earlier today, his patrol was set upon by some beasts. He was the only one harmed severely while only two others suffered minor wounds." ¡°May I ask why you haven¡¯t been able to heal him? I doubt you guys lack the means of healing guards injured while on duty." Cedric sighed heavily. ¡°We won¡¯t be receiving a proper healer till the end of the year. We''re still too new of a village for the capital to really spare any healers for such a small settlement. And we''re running low on healing potions and supplies this month. There has been an increased number of beast attacks this week alone that have dwindled our limited stock to almost nothing. We only have a few healing salves and bandages at this point. The caravan with our restock won¡¯t come until early next month." I¡¯ll have to ask Brelten next time about how rare healing magic was. If it was only acquired by skill stones, then I could imagine that having a healing skill was much more uncommon than not. We made our short walk into a clean room. There were four beds, and only one of them was occupied. In the left back corner sat a man with a bandage around his shoulder sitting and chatting with a severely wounded man lying in the bed. The guard who had his shoulder wrapped didn¡¯t look too much the worse for wear, with only small, already-healing minor cuts over his hands and face. The man lying in the bed was a completely different story. He looked like something roasted him over a fire. From head to toe, the man had severe burns spread across his body. I could already see bleeding soaking through bandages in some areas. When we approached, I heard him groan when he turned his head too swiftly in our direction. The other man stood up from his chair and gave a crisp salute to the captain before wincing on the side of his damaged arm. ¡°At ease. I see that you are awake, Warren. How are you feeling?¡± said Cedric as he approached the man¡¯s bedside. ¡°I would love to say I was in tiptop shape, Captain, but that would be a lie,¡± he winced out. As I stepped closer, Cedric nodded in my direction. ¡°This is Cyrus. He is here to see if he can heal you,¡± the captain said. I stopped for a second when he said my name. I was pretty sure I never gave the captain my name or even introduced myself properly to the man. Seeing the look on my face, he snorted. ¡°Of course, I know your name. You''re the only felkin in the village, and you made a small scene earlier at Oleander''s. It¡¯s also not every day that random people join and become adventurers in this village.¡± Thinking about it, it made sense. I shrugged off any suspicion that had started to grow and approached Warren. ¡°You look like something tried to cook you as a meal,¡± I greeted. Warren let out a small chuckle before wincing. ¡°Got attacked by a pair of large ember boars. The damn things were tier one. He charged into my spear and proceeded to roast me alive. Got burnt pretty badly till the others took theirs down and helped finish mine off." I winced at the memory of having my own hands turned crispy by an ember boar. A tier-one version must have been bigger and even more like an angry flamethrower on legs. I gave Warren a sympathetic frown and started to channel my mana. ¨¢ine flew out of my chest. I heard a small gasp come from the lightly bandaged guard as ¨¢ine fluttered in front of me with her beautiful wings glimmering in the lightly lit room. ¡°Hey, ¨¢ine, I¡¯m assuming you already know what¡¯s up. Do you think you can heal this man¡¯s burns like you did mine?¡± I asked her gently. ¨¢ine flew over and examined Warren. She went down and nearly touched the areas where he was bleeding through. I jumped as I heard a tiny voice in my head. It sounded like wind chimes and bells, but I could recognize it as feminine. ¡°Need mana¡± I looked over to ¨¢ine and saw her staring at me with her four eyes. That voice had to come from ¨¢ine. I tried to respond mentally. ¡°You¡¯ll need to draw some mana from me to heal him?¡± I asked her. She nodded before turning back to the wide-eyed Warren. ¡°Alright, take as much as you need." I knew spirits could talk, but I never questioned why ¨¢ine didn¡¯t. I guess she prefers being nonverbal. The others stared silently as ¨¢ine put her hands gently over Warren¡¯s stomach where the bandages were stained red. A green glow lit up the room as she used her healing magic. After about ten seconds, she moved over to another bleeding area on his leg. Like this, ¨¢ine repeated the same thing over each bleeding wound. I could see Warren¡¯s face slowly lose some of the hard lines that were caused due to constant pain. After finishing his lower extremities, she finally flew over and put her hands over his head. When ¨¢ine started pulling mana from me, it was sudden and almost startling. Rather than feeling my mana be channeled to a specific part of my body, I felt a faint, draining sensation in the middle of my chest. By the time ¨¢ine finished, I was nearly drained. My entire body wasn¡¯t cold, but it was like sharp ice prickling the edges of my heart. ¨¢ine wilted; her wings drooped low, and her arms hung limply. I reached out my hand and let her land on it. Bringing her close to hold, I cradled her gently. ¡°Thank you, ¨¢ine, you were amazing.¡± We both turned as we heard movement next to us. All the guards, Celdric and Warren included, stood in salute. ¡°Men, say thank you to Cyrus and ¨¢ine!¡± the captain barked. ¡°Thank you, Cyrus. Thank you, ¨¢ine!¡± shouted all the guards. I held up ¨¢ine, and she gave a light curtsy before she reached her arms out to me. I brought her closer to my face, and she gave me a light boop on the nose before she faded back into my soul. I received another wave of thanks as I left with Cedric back to his office. When he closed his office door, we sat opposite each other. ¡°That was impressive. A familiar that can heal is insanely rare. If I wasn¡¯t mistaken, her healing seems nature-based, yes?¡± Cedric asked. I nodded in response. ¡°That¡¯d explain why you both looked so drained. His wounds were filled with fire mana, so using nature-based healing would have been doubly taxing. Frankly, I¡¯m impressed you healed him entirely. I can tell you''re freshly ascended. I doubt your skills are even above rank five. Which makes what you did even more absurd,¡± he said with an obvious question behind his words. "It is fairly new, so I can confirm the skill isn''t above rank five," I admitted. The captain nodded his head but showed obvious disappointment in my lack of revealing clear information. "Well, lucky of you to have a healing skill so early. Your familiar is an amazing asset to have. I don''t suppose you would happen to have more healing skills. And what about your other familiar? Can she also heal?" I shook my head. Even if healing was rare, I don¡¯t think I¡¯d want to live a life of only being able to heal. I¡¯d just be a shiny, golden egg-laying goose. ¡°No, Zharia can¡¯t heal. I¡¯d imagine healing is not that common then?¡± I asked. He stared at me with suspicion. But he slowly shook his head. ¡°No, it''s not. Healing is rare, even amongst the adventuring crowd. There are almost no dungeons that reward healing skill stones. And the ones that do are usually so hard that it''s almost impossible for any but the highest caliber of groups to even delve into them. Not even accounting for the rarity of such skill stones dropping. Something like a basic Mend Wound that can only seal up cuts and minor injuries is still more likely than something that can heal like your familiar. Even if leveled to a higher tier by an individual, the amount of mana cost would be staggering to do something along the lines of restoring Warren¡¯s injuries. Your skill must be incredibly efficient, and you must have a decent pool of mana despite not even being a tier one,¡± he said while shaking his head. Cedric sat back in his chair with a thoughtful look on his face. ¡°I don¡¯t suppose you have any interest in becoming a guard?¡± he asked ruefully. I laughed and shook my head. ¡°Figured it didn''t hurt to try. Give me a second to get your reward for your time,¡± he said. He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a bulging coin pouch. After handing it over to me, I opened it and was shocked. Inside were about thirty silver coins. I may not have much knowledge of how the economy worked in Inoria, but I knew that this was no paltry sum of money. ¡°I don¡¯t think you understand just how much you helped us out. Warren may not have recovered correctly by the time we got our resupply of potions. The risk of infections was serious, and the man hid it well enough, but I know you noticed just how much pain he was in. You saved us a fortune on supplies, and you gave him a complete recovery. He would have beenlucky if he got away with only having to worry about scars,¡± he said in response to my shock. "Well, I won¡¯t look a gift horse in the mouth. Thank you; we needed some money to buy some gear anyway," I replied. I shook his hand and turned to leave the room. As I opened the door, I stopped as a hand landed lightly on my shoulder. ¡°I¡¯m once again regretful of the circumstances that caused you to be here, but if you wouldn¡¯t mind. I¡¯d like to know if you¡¯d be amenable to healing my men if any further injuries were to occur,¡± he asked gently. Honestly, I saw no reason not to agree. Payment for healing and extra goodwill with the guards and townsfolk would only be a plus in my book. We settled on him having people come find me at Oleander''s if there was ever a need for my services. Bidding the captain a good night, I made my way back to the inn. The walk back was longer and slower. I could feel myself recovering from the lack of mana, but it, combined with everything else, made me all the more aware of how drained the process made me. When I sat down next to Sam at the bar, Bera wasted no time in putting down a heaping hot plate full of food. She gave me a bright smile and a wink as she went around and continued serving other patrons. ¡°Feeling ok there, Cy? You look like hell, dude,¡± Sam asked worryingly. I told her everything that had happened and why I was feeling so sluggish. She grinned furiously when I told her the amount of money received. "Ah, not a bad day¡¯s work for a single healing session. We are totally going to buy me a hammer tomorrow.¡± I couldn¡¯t help but smile. "Yeah, yeah. You''ll get your bonk stick." "That bonk stick, is going to keep your scrawny ass alive. So hush." I stole a piece of food of Sam''s plate and flagged Bera down. Good deed for the day accomplished, now I could fill my stomach before I passed out. Chapter 10: Out on Patrol We rushed through our breakfast and set out quickly. Sam kept whining about with how long I ended up sleeping, claiming that the day was wasting or some nonsense. Her grumpy disposition disappeared when we entered the store. The blacksmith was the first person we saw who wasn¡¯t a human, elf, or beastkin. Standing at around seven feet with brick-red skin was another oni. We didn¡¯t interrupt as he pulled out a sphere of molten metal with his bare hands and carefully poured the hot liquid into a mold. It looked like he was creating an axe head. After the sphere completely disappeared into the mold, he hovered his hands over the blazing metal and did... something. Wisps of what looked like heated air curled around his arms and disappeared into his open mouth. The man consumed the heat! Putting his hands down, he turned and faced us. He crossed his arms and scowled. ¡°What are you two doing, standing around gawking like children?¡± he asked gruffly. There were no signs of damage from inhaling super-heated air into his throat. This was once again just a reminder of how cool magic was. Magical blacksmithing wasn¡¯t what I was expecting, but it didn¡¯t lessen my inner childlike wonder. ¡°That was awesome!" Sam gushed, surprising the man. "Sorry, I¡¯m Sam, and this is Cyrus. We''re here to buy some starting equipment. We just joined the adventurers guild, and we need something other than our fists." At the mention of buying equipment, his face lost the hard scowl and broke out into a grin. ¡°Well, follow me inside then. I got plenty of basic stuff for folks like you,¡± he said happily. His footfalls were heavy enough that I felt tiny vibrations every time he took a step. The oni wasn''t just huge; he must have weighed a ton. It only gave me more appreciation for the bulging musculature of the man. His shop seemed fitted to someone of his height because even with him standing completely straight, there was still several inches of room left for head clearance. Despite my excitement, the inside of the shop lacked the grandeur my imagination drummed up. There was no massive room filled with enchanted weapons and blades. I didn¡¯t find a single sword encrusted with some giant jewel, and no blade carried magical runes glowing on its metal. It was barebones and tidy. The room had wooden mannequins set in orderly lines to display basic armor. Most of the gear was leather, while there was chain mail on others. Only one stand had what looked like a full set of iron heavy plate. Displayed on some of the shelves were swords or daggers, while wooden barrels held spears and arrows. In one corner, I even saw what looked like a box of iron nails. It made sense, considering that this was a new town, but the lack of magical items dimmed some of my earlier excitement. ¡°Well, you can peruse to your pleasure, or you can tell me what you''re looking for. This stuff is all fairly cheap and perfect for any fledgling adventurer. If you want to give me a budget I can work with, then that¡¯ll work even better,¡± he said. His voice was deep and rough, but his demeanor remained friendly and inviting. I was just glad he wasn¡¯t another Arlen. Dealing with the butcher felt like dipping my soul in salt and watching every last drop of life siphon away. I let Sam take the lead since she was the one most in need of a weapon. ¡°I¡¯m looking for a hammer, preferably something I could hold one-handed. Cyrus needs a spear. And after that, it¡¯ll be whatever basic armor we can afford. I¡¯m pretty sure we''re working around thirty silver.¡± she gave me a searching look at the end, and I nodded. ¡°Yeah, so not a lot, but we just need something to start with.¡± Separated into two piles were gear for Sam and gear for me. I left Sam to pick what she found best for her and focused on my pile. I picked up the third spear. It was longer than the one Brelten had me use, with a shaft of rich brown wood. It had a leaf-shaped blade without wings at the base. I gave it a twirl and practiced a few jabs. I felt clumsy. The spear itself weighed heavier and longer than I would have liked. Putting the weapon down, I moved on to the second spear. This time, the blade sported a more angular head and had two wide bars at its base. Measuring it, the spear was only about five feet from end to tip. My movements were smoother, and the spear felt light in my hands. I was certain that I was going to choose this spear, but I set it down and tried the last spear anyway. The final option seemed to be the middle ground between the two. Eventually, I set it down and confirmed my selection on the second spear. When I finally started paying attention to my surroundings again, I saw Sam had already finished selecting her hammer. ¡°Did you find what you wanted?¡± I asked Sam as I walked up. In response, she turned to me and lifted up her choice. It was surprisingly short, with the handle being about as long as my forearm. On the end was what I could only describe as two blocks of metal connected together. There was no fanciful etching or framework, just solid hunks of dull iron metal. ¡°Hey, don''t judge a weapon by its sheen, Cyrus,¡± Sam admonished. The blacksmith nodded his head as if Sam had just spoken something profound. I held up my hands to placate the two. ¡°I¡¯m just surprised. Didn¡¯t think you¡¯d go for something so short.¡± Sam grinned. ¡°This way, I have some reach while still being able to pack a good wallop. Figured if I use this, it¡¯ll be easier to use my skills. The shorter reach enables me to throw my Tidal Fist into the mix. What about you?¡± In the end, it was her weapon, even if I¡¯d never be one to go smashing things in with blunt objects. I hefted up my spear. My choice wasn¡¯t so nuanced. After all, my skill set wasn¡¯t dependent on my melee prowess. ¡°I made my choice,¡± I said. I set the spear next to Sam¡¯s hammer on the counter. ¡°So, do we still have enough to get some armor?¡± ¡°Your spear is relatively lighter on metal and easier to make. So it¡¯ll only cost you seven silvers. Sam¡¯s hammer will cost twelve. I can offer you a discount since you''re buying weapons. For thirty silvers, I¡¯ll throw in a chain mail shirt and a simple leather vest. Just need to know who''s wearing what so I can size it to you. I¡¯ll sharpen your spear while I¡¯m at it,¡± the blacksmith said. I definitely didn¡¯t feel like wearing chain mail, so the decision was easy. We left with our money pouch severely lightened, but our arms were heavy with new gear. Deciding not to walk around carrying heavy items for no reason, we store our purchases in our inventories and made our way back to Oleander''s. ¡°You know, we never actually learned the guy''s name,¡± I mentioned casually. Sam held her finger up to correct me, but nothing came out of her mouth. ¡°Damn, you''re right,¡± she grumbled. ¡°Let¡¯s just ask Bera. She probably knows everyone in town.¡± ¡°Alright.¡± Bera did exactly that. She congratulated us on taking our first real step to becoming adventurers and laughed good-naturedly. Turns out the blacksmith¡¯s name was Volan. Apparently, the man has been trying to offload his cheaper equipment for a while. His only problem was that most adventurers who came to Edolus were already geared up since they were mostly here for the dungeon. The mention of the dungeon reminded me to ask Brelten for information. I highly doubted we were anywhere close to being able to delve it ourselves, but it didn¡¯t hurt to have a goal to prepare for. I stared at the last of our silvers reluctantly, but I handed them over to Bera anyway. The last thing I wanted was to lose the ability to stay at Oleander''s. She pushed my coins back into my hand, much to my surprise. When I asked her why, she gave me an evil grin. Early in the morning, about the exact same time we left, Cedric came in with Lena and the other two guardsmen. They gave their deepest apologies and paid for our lodgings for the next week. Bera leaned in closely in order to whisper in our ears. She said Cedric looked like he had swallowed lemons and quickly rushed out of her building with his guards following like scared chicklings chasing protection under their mother¡¯s waddles. We got some pointed looks sent our way over our boisterous guffaws. Before we left the village, we made one last stop at the village¡¯s equivalent of a general store. Our last pieces of silver disappeared into welcoming hands as we spent it. Ended up getting two large and cheap leather water pouches, along with some fishing thread and some small items to help with maintaining my spear blade. By the end of the transaction, we were well and truly broke. ¡°So what''s the plan, boss?¡± Sam asked cheekily. ¡°Well, you see, my dear minion, we need money,¡± I responded while twirling my imaginary mustache. I stopped when I realized that it''s been over a week, and there wasn¡¯t even a centimeter of scruff or facial hair growth to be seen. ¡°Anyway, just follow me. We''re in your typical fantasy world. All we need to do, is wield our incompetent battle prowess and bring back more loot. And I think I know who we can ask about finding us something to fight.¡± If anyone knew where to best find monsters, then it would be the guards. When I approached the building, I saw Warren exit. Spotting me, he waved and ran up to us. ¡°Heeey! Cyrus right? Thanks again for healing me. Honestly, I haven''t felt this good in a while,¡± thanked the man as nearly picked me up in a firm squeeze. ¡°Oooh, uhh No problem, Warren. You feeling completely alright?¡± I asked the guard after he set me down. Sam squinted and hmm¡¯d to herself. I silently mouthed for her to be silent. Surely, accidents happen all the time in the forest. And if it just so happens that Sam trips and falls face-first into some mud, we¡¯d be fine. Things would be especially fine if the little trip conveniently wiped out all those nasty gutter-clogging thoughts of hers. Warren struck a pose and pretended to flex. ¡°Good as new,¡± he said. ¡°So, what brings you to the guards today?¡± ¡°We¡¯re actually just looking for some advice or directions. Just bought our first weapons and figured it¡¯d be nice to go out and get some practice. That and we¡¯re currently dirt poor, and some beast corpses wouldn¡¯t hurt,¡± I admitted. Now, it was Warren¡¯s turn to put on his thinking cap. After a few seconds, I could see the mental light bulb ding in his head. ¡°How about you two come on patrol with us? Was just about to go and catch up with my team and head out. I doubt the Captain would have issues with two extra hands. Especially since one of them has the ability to make any wounds disappear,¡± he said while nudging me lightly with his elbow. It was not what I originally came here for, I just wanted some directions. Thinking about it, having backup and safety in numbers wasn¡¯t a terrible idea since we were basically greenhorns swinging their first sticks. But we weren''t soldiers... ¡°That¡¯s not the worst idea¡­¡± I started. Warren¡¯s face lit up but then dimmed as I paused dramatically. ¡°It¡¯s just that we wanted to get some practice fighting ourselves. Having a small group of guards helping us out would kind of defeat the purpose. But we''re not guards.¡± I finished. ¡°Oh, that''s alright. It¡¯d be interesting to see you guys fight anyway. Besides, it just gives us more chances of not having to get hurt. Not that we¡¯ll use you as meat shields, just if you want to throw yourselves at some beasts instead of us, well, we won¡¯t stop you. And the only time I ask that you follow orders is if there is a severely serious situation or we are performing an official action. If we have to actually take care of things as a member of the guards, then I just ask that you either stay on the side or, at the least, let us take the lead,¡± he said. ¡°Sounds completely fair. So where are we meeting your other fellows?" He clapped me on the back and led the way. We ended up walking just outside the village gates. Warren stopped and asked the gate guards a couple of questions, and we were on our way. Just before the treeline stood two people. One was a broad-shouldered man. On a closer inspection, he was the largest elf I¡¯ve seen. His hair was buzzed short and sported a clean-shaven chin. The most notable features were his storm-gray eyes and a giant scar running across his throat. He stood with his arms crossed, but his eyes were observing the forest. Surprisingly, unlike the other guards who carried spears or a single sword, he had a sword strapped to his hip and a shield on his back. The other person standing next to the beefy elf was a short, blonde-haired woman. She seemed completely relaxed and served as a sharp contrast to the tense giant next to her. Leaning on her spear, she seemed almost bored. They both turned to face us when they heard our footsteps. ¡°What took you so lo-,¡± the guardswoman began. ¡°Warren?¡± Warren held his hands up as we approached. ¡°Met my savior from last night as I was leaving. Small change of plans. These two will be accompanying us as we go on patrol. This is Cyrus, and uh,¡± Warren started. He gave an apologetic look. ¡°Sorry, but I don¡¯t think I ever asked your name. I didn¡¯t mean to be so rude.¡± Sam waved him off. ¡°Tis fine. I''m Sam." ¡°Right, so this is Cyrus, and this is Sam. They wanted to get some practice in with their new gear, and so they¡¯ll be our personal walking meat shields for now,¡± Warren explained with a wink. ¡°Wait, you¡¯re who healed Warren? Seriously, thank you for helping him. Seeing him all charred and burnt was terrible. I¡¯m Nadia, and this big man over here is Marcus,¡± she said, introducing herself and the large man. Marcus just inclined his head in my direction. Looking at the scar, I wondered if he was mute. ¡°Nice to meet you both. And just for the record, provided that I have mana, I¡¯m completely happy to play healer while we''re doing this,¡± I said. My words brought smiles to both of them. Warren patted my arm, and we headed off into the woods. I wasn¡¯t sure what I was expecting, but I didn¡¯t think we¡¯d just be walking around. The only source of life that we saw were random birds hanging out in the branches. We made small talk and conversed openly, but they took their jobs seriously. They all had a level of alertness that stood testament to their actions. Marcus never once spoke, but he did nod and shake his head at times. Never heard him laugh either. Maybe he''s mute? I''ll ask when its not so awkward. After the first few times Sam and I tripped over random roots or rocks, Nadia began teaching us where to step. Beyond just knowing where to put our foot down so we didn¡¯t fall on our faces, we also learned where to step to avoid making loud noises and, in general, reduce the amount of sound we made. Warren laughed and said that by the end of the day, we may just learn to stop stomping around like angry giants. It really was a miracle that we never got attacked more than once on our week-long trek to the village. It became even more embarrassing when I realized that despite Marcus'' large stature, he didn¡¯t make a sound as he moved through the forest. He was like a giant ghost, silently gliding in the underbrush. I would have asked Warren about the man, but I suspected he could hear me no matter how far ahead he was. By the third hour, we finally got some excitement. Marcus scared the hell out of me by popping up out of nowhere. He made a few hand signs, and Warren called for a stop. ¡°Ok, looks like you guys can finally get some action. Marcus says there is a pair of thistlespines roaming just ahead. They¡¯re currently drinking from the river and should be easy to sneak up on,¡± Warren informed us. ¡°What are thistlespines?¡± Sam asked. ¡°Hmm, they¡¯re usually a low tier beast who uses their sharp spines on their back to warn off predators. Most tier ones can¡¯t shoot their spines yet, so you should be safe. Don¡¯t let their slow ambling gait fool you. They can and will charge you like an angry bug. Need to be especially careful when they do; near the end of their charge, they jump and launch themselves while curling up into a ball of spikey death. The end of their spines deliver a numbing agent and can be fatal if you''re injected with too much. If you get stabbed through the lungs, heart, or throat, it can be guaranteed death.¡± Warren answered. ¡°If you need any help, just holler, and we¡¯ll come to your rescue,¡± Nadia added. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I''ll go face that big bad monster and keep you nice and safe,¡± said Sam coyly. Nadia blushed in response and turned away. I was wondering how long it¡¯d take Sam to start doing this. It was honestly surprising she lasted this long. Marcus looked around awkwardly while Warren hid a smile behind his hand. There were some wide-eyed stares as we both manifested our gear out of thin air. With only a single basic piece of chest armour, gearing up was done within moments. Sam donned her chain mail shirt and gave her hammer a twirl. My leather vest weighed against my chest but left my arms free. I wasn¡¯t sure what exactly it was made of because the leather had faded streaks of black, looking almost like it had tiger stripes running through it. "Sounds a lot more dangerous than fire piggy," I whispered. "It''s just an overgrown rodent. We got this," she grinned. The thistlespines could only be described as plant porcupines. The spines were elongated quills reminiscent of a rose¡¯s thorns. On top of their head a small spikey tuft of hair gleamed dark blue and jotted across their neck. Their actual bodies came up to my knees, but with their spines, they reached just past my waist. Like Marcus described, they had their backs turned to us and were still drinking from the river. I did spot the gleam of the silver fish congregating around their heads. I summoned both Zharia and ¨¢ine. Neither said a word and sat on different shoulders. I tried to establish a mental connection the way ¨¢ine did last night. ¡°Hey Zharia, can you hear this?¡± ¡°Yes, Master, what¡¯s the plan? Shall I burn them to ash?¡± Zharia mentally chirped back. I found it strange that Zharia still sounded like she chirped the words into my ear, while Zhuyin lacked any effect of her animal body influencing her mental speech. I winced as Zharia pecked my neck. ¡°Well, duh, that''s cause Auntie is older,¡± Zharia said exasperatedly. ¡°Sorry, sorry. I¡¯m going to sneak up and stab it. When it turns around, I want you to fire into its eyes. If we can preserve the bodies, it will probably help us sell them for money. And we need all we can get." Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. I nodded to Sam, and she saw us slowly sneaking up. The three hours spent learning to make less noise while walking helped tremendously. I brandished my spear and held it out straight in front of me with both hands gripping the shaft. Exitement built in my chest and I flexed my fingers against the wood of my spear. This was different from before. I had more than a crappy branch to fight this beast. Right as I got in striking distance, I looked over and saw Sam waiting for me to start. I mouthed a countdown. Three... I planted my leg like Brelten showed me and leaned forward. Two... Sam grinned and raised her hammer high. One! I stabbed forward; my spear pierced up to the wings, and I was forced to pull back. I heard a meaty thunk from Sam¡¯s end but kept my eyes glued to my target. The thistlespine didn¡¯t care for my strategy, and instead of turning around, it reared up and launched itself backwards. I tried to scramble out of the way of the prickly projectile, but it still managed to stick me with two of its barbs into my upper thigh. ¡°Zharia! Burn its eyes!¡± I mentally screamed. It knocked me onto my ass when I tried to stand up. The numbing venom was already making me feel like that part of my leg didn¡¯t exist. ¨¢ine stayed on my shoulder, and I could already see the familiar green glow coming from her hands while Zharia flight. Gripping my weapon tightly, I swept it towards the thistlespine and scored a shallow cut on its back leg. A loud, high-pitched squeak escaped from the injured creature, and it finally turned around. It used its spiked shoulder to knock aside my spear and started to charge. Just as it reached my foot, it screamed in pain. Zharia sprayed golden fire at its eyes, engulfing its head. My left leg fought my effort, but I managed to stand. The thistlespine thrashed, smashing its head into dirt. It failed to notice me thrusting the blade of my spear into its neck. I wasn¡¯t able to pull my spear back in time as it reared back. It''s spines missed my h and by an inch and it dropped to its belly. My spear stayed lodged in its neck as it erractically rolled around in attempt to buck it off. ¡°Burn again, Master?¡± asked Zharia. I shook my head, and we watched it throw its battered body around. My spear only split the wound on its neck even wider during the chaotic frenzy. It didn''t take long and it died shortly after, seeming to have bled to death. Smoke rose from the burnt remains of its face and I scrunched my nose. The smell penetrated my nostrils but thankfully the fire had been put out in its flailing. I looked over and managed to catch the end of Sam¡¯s battle. She was in a sorry state; her right arm was covered in spines and hung limply to her side. Spines pulled at her skin where they had been embedded into her shoulder. A single spine stabbed into her calf, but the tip had broken in the fight. As it launched itself at her, transforming into a volleyball from hell. Sam threw her hammer at the last second. The heavy metal object collided with the creature mid-air and stopped its momentum. There was a sound of snapping bone as her hammer broke several of the spines on its back. Wasting no time, I saw the ground ripple as Sam launched off her good leg and cocked back her arm. The creature died the same way all her enemies have died so far, with a Tidal Fist to the dome. As I walked over, ¨¢ine flew ahead and began healing Sam. I winced as she started pulling out the quills embedded into her flesh. The trio of guards approached slowly. Marcus went over to inspect my kill while Nadia and Warren walked over to us. ¡°I hate to say it, but that was terrible. Cool finisher aside, Sam, Cyrus, that was hard to watch,¡± commented Nadia bluntly. I winced. I knew it was terrible, but it wasn¡¯t like we¡¯d really done this before. Maybe a little too defensively, I sought to justify our attempt to fight monsters. Warren put a hand on my shoulder. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t say it was that bad. For someone who''s never really fought a thistlespine before, it wasn¡¯t the worst showing. I suppose it is my failure to warn you not to stand directly behind them. Generally, you take a stance slightly to the side since they have trouble moving laterally. You guys have some really cool skills, though,¡± Warren said reassuringly. ¡°Fine, not that horrible. Just Cyrus, you move like you¡¯re made of stone. Everything about you was so tense. Fighting with a spear the way you are requires the ability to move fluidly and harass your enemies,¡± Nadia commented. I winced again. I wanted to argue that I didn¡¯t have any movement skills, but I knew that was a weak argument. Even if I wasn¡¯t some destined god of melee mastery, I didn¡¯t have to stand around and wait for the enemy to come to me over and over. ¡°Yeah, sorry. Still getting used to the idea of actually trying to fight a magical monster instead of just standing and hoping for the best,¡± I admitted. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it. I¡¯m sure you¡¯ll do better next time around,¡± said Warren. He gave me a hopeful smile, which caused me to chuckle. "It''s not actually magical," Nadia corrected. Warren glared and she quickly held up her hands. "Not yet at least. And that''s a good thing. Magical beasts are terrifying for someone at our level." Marcus came over and handed Sam her hammer back. With ¨¢ine¡¯s healing, there weren''t any lasting injuries. I dismissed ¨¢ine and Zharia with a mental thanks and helped Sam up. Collectively, we went over and examined Sam¡¯s kill. Warren whistled, Nadia smirked, and Marcus gave Sam a respectful look. ¡°Damn, you pack a mean punch, girl,¡± Nadia commented. Sam flexed her blue guns and kissed her knuckles. ¡°Would you believe me if I said that all three times I¡¯ve used this skill have resulted in the exact same thing?¡± asked Sam, her teeth bared in a wide grin. ¡°You mean dead?¡± ¡°No, I meant with their puny skulls caved in,¡± Sam answered, her smile becoming ridiculously large. ¡°I would, without a doubt,¡± Warren chuckled. ¡°Too bad we can¡¯t really bring back the bodies. Thistlespine venom glands are great alchemy ingredients. And their spines are helpful for making numbing agents and are used for a wide amount of things. Most commonly, besides alchemy, is bait for fishing,¡± Warren said wistfully. I was honestly surprised. At this point, I figured everybody knew about our storage powers. Sam gave me a knowing look and bowed lightly. At this point, I was beginning to enjoy surprising people. I summoned the Star Whelp and laughed as the trio gaped with their jaws slack. The little dragon sucked up both corpses and promptly returned. ¡°What the hell was that?!¡± Nadia asked, bewildered at the display. I didn¡¯t respond and continued smirking. Warren muttered something under his breath, and Marcus flashed a long series of hand signs. The two shared an exchange of looks, and Warren sighed before meeting my gaze. ¡°Hey, Cyrus¡­ Do you have a Legacy?¡± Warren asked hesitantly. I turned and faced him fully. The others were now staring at me intensely, waiting for an answer. ¡°I do. I¡¯m guessing all my familiars gave me away?¡± I asked. The three of them widened their eyes in a synchronous motion. ¡°I suspected something when you brought the fairy and the bird out. Can I ask what it is?¡± Warren asked. I shook my head. Even if the effect of my Legacy was obvious with just a little observation, I wasn¡¯t too keen on giving out all of my secrets. I liked Warren, and the other two so far have been friendly enough, but I didn¡¯t know them that well. ¡°No, sorry. That information is private,¡± I said brusquely. Nadia frowned, but Warren held up both his hands. ¡°Yeah, sorry for asking. That was rude. It''s just exceedingly rare to meet someone with a mark." The conversation died briefly. The mood felt awkward. Sam punched Warren lightly on the arm. ¡°Not that it matters, but I have a Legacy as well,¡± Sam said. The previous silence from earlier disappeared as Sam spearheaded the conversation while we continued on the patrol. We spent another hour walking before we took a break by a river bend. Marcus helped me tie the silver fishing line to my spear after I explained I wanted to catch some fish. My attempts were disastrously bad as I attempted to spearfish. Thankfully, Marcus helped out. Using my spear, we caught a total of eight fish. Nadia helped Sam descale the catcj while Warren collected firewood. We roasted four fish, and I finally convinced Sam to store the rest in her storage. While the fish roasted, I sat back using my arms to prop me up. The grass tickled my skin and I enjoyed the slight breeze against my face. I didn¡¯t know how today was going to go when we rushed off to the blacksmith, but I was glad I went to the guard¡¯s building. Even with Marcus not speaking, we all shared a few laughs and relaxed as we waited for the fish to cook. The meal wasn''t too bad, the trio having supplemented the meager food with some hard bread and chalky cheese from their packs. They revealed that they were glad to have fresh fish since the bread and cheese were supposed to be their lunch. Sam managed to slip in even more flirting when she reached over and thumped Nadia on the back when she choked on a fish bone. At this point, I was sure Nadia was reciprocal to the flirting since she didn¡¯t lean away from Sam¡¯s reach afterward. No doubt, Sam would be inviting Nadia to her room later in the night. The next couple of hours were relatively peaceful, and we continued undisturbed. There was an annoying moment when a pair of feathered squirrel creatures threw berries at us, but beyond some light ribbing from the guards and more flirting from Sam--nothing came of it. Turns out the little blighters probably just birthed some kits since they only got aggressively territorial when they were raising babies. Our leathers were now stained with an interesting collage of reds and blues. Near the middle of the seventh hour, we ran into a mature emberboar. This fight went much easier than last time. Using my spear, I played the role of annoying bait, scoring shallow cuts all across its body. The pig''s demise was guaranteed when Sam broke one of its front legs. When she smashed her hammer into the other front limb, I used my spear to stab into its neck and hold it down. As it began to snort hot flames from its face, I summoned Zharia and had her absorb most of the raging fire. It swirled into her beak and filled her up far past what her tiny size presented. The emberboar managed to burn Sam¡¯s hands when she went in to smash its skull in. With a twist, I ripped my spear out of its neck, leaving a nasty jagged cut, and we all backed up to let it bleed itself to death. The creature¡¯s dying squeals were pitiful. I almost felt disgusted with myself over the fact that I didn¡¯t really feel sorry for the beast. The only thing I could really feel was my blood running hot and the feeling of adrenaline-fueled excitement. When the beat died, we all relaxed and my familiar attended to Sam''s wounds. ¨¢ine healed Sam¡¯s hands and any minor burns that might have occurred. Zharia made me laugh as she finished consuming the surrounding fire, burning the dead leaves around us, and then promptly burping enough to jolt her out of the air. ¡°Thank you for the meal, Master,¡± Zharia chirped, sounding more sluggish than usual. Zharia landed on my shoulder and snuggled into the crook of my neck. I titlted to provide her comfort and watched Nadia approach. ¡°Those familiars sure are convenient,¡± Nadia remarked. I sucked the boar into my inventory and walked back towards the main group. ¡°They really are. I was afraid Zharia would be useless during fights with fire-aligned beasts, but she gets to keep me safe while enjoying a delicious meal. One bird, two stones, sorta situation,¡± I said. Nadia scrunched up her face. ¡°Never heard that saying before, but even I can tell what you said sounded wrong,¡± she said. I merely shrugged in response and she continued. ¡°So the bird¡¯s name is Zharia, huh? I remember Warren saying the fairy¡¯s name was Awnyah or something.¡± ¡°It''s spelled ¨¢-i-n-e, pronounced Awn-ya. It''s a name from folklore from where I''m from. A queen of the faries. I had to give the little spirit a name when I contracted it." I turned to regard my familiar and smiled. "It felt the most fitting." Nadia looked like she wanted to ask me a question but didn¡¯t say anything else by the time we walked back to the others. I received a couple of approving remarks about how we handled the beast and I bowed. My dragonling sucked the hog in and we continued on our way. Nothing happened during the eighth hour of the patrol, and we started heading back to the village. As the ninth hour started to flow, Sam and I finally saw the trio in action. The last thing we expected was a giant neon yellow turkey-looking beast to come flying out of nowhere squawking to the heavens. We all prepared ourselves, readying to fight the bird, but it rushed past us, leaving us stunned and confused. Our confusion was cleared up when five zilvawolves came rushing out from behind the trees. I¡¯d recognize those stupid black and white ferret-looking bodies anywhere. The wolves slowed down briefly as they noticed us, yet continued sprinting anyway. None of the trio flashed any flashy magic, but they were efficient and well-practiced. Marcus started the fight by smacking the handle of his sword into his shield, eliciting a loud clanging noise from the metal. He drew the ire of three wolves. The other two wolves split themselves between Sam and me. I didn¡¯t hesitate to send my familiars closer, positioning them to swoop in and provide support. I had both of them fly off into the branches. I mentally instructed ¨¢ine to heal whoever looked the most in danger and told Zharia to not hold back and to stay up there until called. Two of the wolves attacked first by lunging at Marcus at the same time. One of the wolves was blocked by his shield, but the other wolf used the distraction to launch itself higher and scored, raking claw marks against his shoulder before Nadia smacked it away. Using the attack as a starting signal, the wolf nearest to me lunged and tackled me away from the group. I saw Sam¡¯s wolf nearly dodge a smash from her hammer before clamping its jaw down on her leg. To my luck, I managed to roll and recover swiftly, bringing my spear to bear in front of me. The last wolf who hung back and waited for the others to attack was sent stumbling by a sudden golden fireball breaking over its head. Seconds flew by but felt like minutes, I managed to keep my wolf at bay by leveraging my superior range. But zilvawolves were fast, and it dodged most of my strikes. Sam had severely punished the beast biting her by clubbing it to death with her hammer. The trio had obviously practiced extensively with each other. Whenever a wolf would attack, it was met with a wall of metal and stabbed or cut by Nadia¡¯s and Warren¡¯s swords. The first wolf went down quickly, followed by the second when it tried to do another joint attack on Nadia. Their last wolf was smashed into the ground and held down till Nadia and Warren plunged their blades into its neck when it tried to retreat. The fight finished when my wolf went down and succumbed to severe burn injuries via Zharia¡¯s constant stream of fire. Throughout the fight, I could hear an angry stream of garbled words coming from the little bird, something along the lines of turning its entire pack into a pile of ashes. ¨¢ine took care of all of our injuries, and she booped everyone¡¯s noses before giving a mid-air twirl and disappearing back into my soul. Zharia flew down like a golden burning ball of anger, demanding praise. She only disappeared after her seventh compliment, highlighting the splendor of her feathers. I sucked up four of the five wolf corpses. I highly doubted I¡¯d get anything from the burnt, charred mess of the last one. The others fought well, and without them, I would probably be dead. I promised to sell the beast bodies when we got back and give them their share of coins. Considering that without us, they would have been forced to leave most of the beast bodies, they appreciated the extra silver and thanked me. We returned to the village riding high on our success and entered the gates. The others said they had to turn in and notify Cedric they were back. Warren said that he would have to make a report, but he was hopeful he could convince the captain to postpone it until tonight. I told the others to go ahead to Oleander''s and grab a table. I¡¯d hang around and wait for Warren before we headed over to Arlen¡¯s. It was about ten minutes before Warren finally came out of the guard building, and we continued on to the butcher. ¡°Did everything go okay? Did you have to make your report?¡± I asked casually as we stepped around a pair of very drunk elves. Warren helped steady one of the drunks before he tripped and smashed his head into a wall before replying. ¡°Everything went fine, just had to give a brief verbal report to the captain. He was concerned over the number of zilvawolves, but he agreed with me and said it was just a run of bad luck. I¡¯m to deliver the report before I head out on patrol tomorrow, so we''re good to relax for tonight,¡± he answered back. ¡°That''s good. I¡¯m glad nobody else needed my services tonight. I plan on eating a large hot meal and relaxing till I have to probably get my ass kicked by Brelten. Maybe this time I¡¯ll actually manage to score a hit on the man,¡± I said. Warren nearly stumbled. I looked over with concern, but he continued keeping pace. ¡°First, why would the guard need your services? Second, what do you mean get your ass kicked by Brelten? You could only be talking about the guild master. And if you are, the idea of you scoring an unwanted hit against the man would be downright ridiculous,¡± he asked doubtfully. ¡°I agreed to heal you saps till the caravan comes and delivers your healing supplies. Hard to heal dangerous crippling wounds when all you have is ointment and bandages. And about Brelten,¡± I answered before summoning my guild badge. His eyebrow raised when I showed him my pearly white badge. ¡°Because Brelten is training me and Sam somewhat. He is the one who helped us pick out our weapon choices and then proceeded to smack us around like unruly children. I¡¯m frightful of the future if he ever starts deciding we need ¨¢ine to provide continued healing so we can extend the torture session.¡± Warren laughed with me. ¡°I¡¯m glad you''re helping us lowly guards out then, and hey, our own training was just as gruesome. We aren''t even allowed to leave for patrols until we¡¯ve had basic fighting instincts smacked into our brains." I smiled and enjoyed the banter. When we got to Arlen¡¯s, the bored-looking man just motioned to his counter with his cleaver. Just as dry as before, he only grunted as I pulled out the two thistlespines, the emberboar, and the four zilvawolves. He offered six silvers for the wolves, along with another fifteen silvers for the emberboar. Apparently, the beast had a fire-aspected, tier-one beast core. I had no idea what the core was, but it added considerable value to the body. The thistlespines were sold for another seven and nine silvers, respectively. The porcupine that suffered broken spines from Sam¡¯s hammer sold for less due to the damage. All in all, I walked out of that shop with a sizable pouch of thirty-seven silvers. I pulled out nine of the silvers and handed them to Warren. ¡°Wait, why nine? The wolves only sold for six, and two of those wolves were yours. This is too much,¡± Warren asked. ¡°Think of the extra money as a tip for letting us on a patrol with you three and watching our backs. Besides, I had a great time, and I know Sam enjoyed herself,¡± I said, brushing off his concern. He paused but continued when I kept walking to Oleander''s after pocketing the silver. ¡°Thanks, I know the others will be ecstatic." We entered Oleanders and found everyone sitting down at a table near the back. The three of them already had plates of food half devoured and Sam currently had her arm slung around Nadia¡¯s shoulders. Nadia blushed slightly when she noticed our arrival but was distracted by Sam waving us over. ¡°Hey guys! How did the sale go?¡± asked Sam cheerfully. In response, I tossed her the sack of coins while Warren gave three pieces of silver to both Marcus and Nadia. Sam poked the jingling pouch and opened it slowly. Her canines were on full display as she smiled over the amount of silvers in the pouch. Looking over, she saw Nadia and Marcus'' happy demeanors and noticed the stack of coins in their hands. ¡°Daaaaamn, we did good!¡± Sam shouted. Bera came by and set two full plates of ribs and large mugs of ale in front of Warren and me. She congratulated us on our success and hurried back to the kitchen. We spent the evening merry and relaxed after a good day''s work. I drew some curious faces at the table when I summoned an orange pouch and told each of them to reach in and grab a handful. Warren pulled out a peanut butter cup, a licorice stick, and some bonbon-looking piece of chocolate. Marcus snagged another full-size candy bar, a large peppermint puff, and a small black pouch that vaguely resembled a pop rocks packet. Nadia¡¯s haul was the most impressive. She somehow pulled out a full-sized rainbow swirl lollipop, a small plastic pouch filled with colorful candy-shelled chocolate, and a pumpkin-shaped cookie. We got ripped off the first time we used this. Sam managed to convince Nadia to share the mini chocolates as she went to town on the lollipop. Warren frowned at the licorice stick but moaned in delight over the peanut butter cup. Marcus had the funniest reaction of the bunch. Sam explained what to do with the pop rocks and told him to just pour it on his tongue and not to immediately spit them out. When the first crystal made a loud popping sound, he jumped right out of his chair. Calming the alarmed giant took a bit of coaxing, but eventually, he sat back down and poured more of the candy into his mouth. I sucked the pouch, the silver, and the badge I had in my pocket back into my dragon¡¯s stomach. By the end, I was begged for an explanation and asked if they could pull out some more. I gave a full belly laugh and ignored the stares. Their faces were hilarious when I told them it was an ether-storm item that only allowed three uses per day. Seeing the giant mountain of an elf pouting like a child was both strange and funny. Nadia looked like she was ready to rush off and search for a storm to throw random things into. Eventually, I begged off and said I had to head over to the adventurers guild. Sam decided to stay and was already sneaking off upstairs with a red-faced Nadia by the time I got ready to leave. Saying goodbye to Warren and Marcus, I walked out into the crisp night air. The air here was completely different from the air back in the city at home. Back on Earth, we had smog-filled city skylines, and the air always had a different taste to it. Here, it was like breathing in the feeling of walking through a fresh forest. Looking up at the sky, the pink moon was big and bright, unclouded and surrounded by stars. It almost seemed like a travesty to ruin such a good night by getting my ass beat, but I wasn¡¯t going to shirk my promise to get stronger. Today felt like the first time since this entire fiasco began that I really took a step forward. Chapter 10.5: Interlude Warren watched the Felkin leave the inn. Sitting back, he looked down at the piece of candy in his hands. That wonderful little pouch was extraordinary. He had heard of items created from the ether storms before, but they were supposed to be random, useless junk. Looking over, he noticed Marcus with his eyes closed. Looking closer, he noticed that he was rolling around the weirdly bright striped candy in his mouth. A pepper-mint puff, that''s what Cyrus called it. The idea of something tasting both like pepper and mint sounded revolting, but he doubted it tasted like it sounded, considering Marcus was relaxed and lazily smiling. Looking back down at his own remaining candy piece, Warren decided there was no use in resisting and popped it into his mouth. The thing melted on his tongue, creamy and deliciously sweet. Inside of the chocolate was this weird gooey-like substance that mixed with the melting chocolate. He was pulled out of his sweet-induced trance by a tap on his shoulder. Marcus was giving him a weird look but was still smiling. Marcus flashed him some hand signs. ¡°Having fun? Is good?¡± Warren nodded his head, ¡°Very. How''s the pepper-mint puff?¡± Warren asked. ¡°Weird. Fresh and Sweet. Good.¡± He laughed at that. All three of them had acted ridiculously when they first tried the sweets Cyrus gave them. Marcus, sitting there like a little kid showing off the cool popping noises coming from his mouth, was a sight to see. Nadia herself looked downright like a toddler licking that crazy, brightly coloured candy on a stick. Thinking about Nadia made Warren look at the stairwell she and Sam had disappeared into. He shook his head. If she wanted to go have some fun for once, then so be it. She was a big girl, after all, and he could see why she¡¯d be interested in Sam. It didn¡¯t help that Sam spent the entire day flirting with her. Not that he was one to talk. More than a couple of times during the day, Marcus teased him on how close he interacted with the felkin. It was harmless fun, and his teammate was exaggerating things. However, he couldn''t help but blush a little at the thought. To say he wasn''t attracted to the man would be a lie. Taking one last swig from his drink and finishing the cup, he set it down and looked over at Marcus. ¡°I¡¯m going to head back to base and begin writing my report. Are you coming or staying?¡± he asked. ¡°Staying. Wait Nadia,¡± he signed. ¡°All right then, take care. I¡¯ll see you both tomorrow morning,¡± he said while patting Marcus on the back and standing up. Walking back, he decided to take his time and enjoy the night air. Cyrus and Sam, what a strange bunch. They both showed up less than a week ago, and they had already begun making waves. Felkins were rare, exceedingly so in the kingdom. And out of nowhere, one shows up with an oni as a companion. The only other oni in the village currently was Volan, so it wasn¡¯t like seeing one was a common sight either. Those two were complete novices. The first fight with the thistlespines was rough. While they did well, all things considered, seeing Cyrus attack so stiffly made him wince. Considering how green those two really were, it was even more impressive that they went into the fight without any hesitation. No fear. Even with skills, walking into a fight with a beast that you know nothing about and have next to zero experience in fighting would make anybody nervous. The scariest bit was watching Sam¡¯s fight. Attacking a thistlespine with a close-range weapon could easily be considered suicidal. But Sam didn¡¯t flinch or back down even with half her body numb and useless. Throwing her hammer to stop the beast midair was unexpected. Coating her hand in water and smashing its skull was jaw-dropping. He didn¡¯t think they even noticed, but they were both smiling during the entire fight. Their fangs were bared, and for a few moments, they looked like it was the thistlespines who were fighting beasts. He was already familiar with the little fairy who healed all his wounds, so he wasn¡¯t as impressed as the others were. Zharia, though, it made him suspicious. A familiar meant a rare skill. A very rare and expensive skill usually reserved for the richest of nobles. Having one meant something. Having two defied belief. When Cyrus summoned a third familiar that sucked the two beast bodies inside of it like it was a dimensional storage, alarm sirens blared in his head. Three. Three rare and incredible skills screamed at his senses like rain on a dry day. And then there was the Legacies. They both had one. The odds of meeting one Legacy holder were minuscule at best, but here they were, the two weird new arrivals both carrying the legendary mark. Outside of a burning curiosity, he had to see if Cyrus was willing to share his Legacy¡¯s description. So far, the two have been friendly and completely non-hostile, but all the years of guard training painted them as dangerous unknowns. Yet he was almost stunned when Cyrus refused to explain what his Legacy did. Sam¡¯s casual revelation of her own Legacy didn¡¯t help either. He breathed an inward sigh of relief when Nadia gave him a look and helped ease the tension. Unknown, high value individuals with enough mystery to drown a city; complete enigmas who defied his sensible standards. When they prepared to sit down for lunch, he flashed his two teammates a few hand signs. ¡°Be friendly. Get information.¡± His teammates didn¡¯t verbally acknowledge, but he knew they understood. Marcus wasted no time in helping Cyrus catch some fish, and Nadia chatted Sam up while they prepared the food. The lunch was surprisingly good, and he honestly felt more relaxed around the two. Then the two continued to surprise him yet again. When they fought the mature emberboar, he was curious about how they would handle it. They would handle it surprisingly well. The two shared a closeness only found in good friends, siblings even. Their teamwork glared with holes and edges but their strategy was sound. He winced a couple of times as Sam destroyed the poor creature¡¯s legs. When Cyrus summoned the little firebird, he didn¡¯t know what the Felkin was thinking. The familiar was obviously fire-aligned, and it didn¡¯t seem powerful enough to actually meaningfully damage the boar. As the beast started to snort flames, he felt phantom pain from his healed wounds across his body. Memories of burnt black skin disappeared the next moment. The reason for the familiar was answered in the next second. It actually consumed the fire! They ended the fight with only minor burn wounds, and even that was taken care of by his fairy. By now, he didn¡¯t think the two were really a threat, whether it was to people or the village. Yet, everything about them just brought more questions. They both had at least two skills and with their Legacy, They had to be well off. That or be scions from some noble family or organization. It didn¡¯t make sense, though. There was no Oni or Felkin major noble families in the kingdom. It all circled back around to the glaring facts. None of them had any real training. They were green and unskilled. Talented, sure, but they didn¡¯t have the kind of training that people like them should have received. They also mentioned that they were broke, and their lack of equipment attested to that fact. Every hour spent with them revealed more and more, but kept shrouding them in even deeper mystery. Warren was brought out of his thoughts when he was greeted by one of the guards standing watch outside the guard building. He apologized for his inattention and continued on inside. As he turned to head towards his room, someone called out his name. He saluted the captain before speaking. ¡°Good evening, sir. Is there something I can do for you?¡± The captain told him to come inside his office and headed in. Once inside, he made Warren sit down and sat behind his own desk. There was a long pause, and Warren started to get nervous. He didn¡¯t think he had done anything wrong, but nobody likes it when their boss asked to talk to them privately. If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. The captain crossed his arms before speaking. ¡°I want you to give me your report now instead of tomorrow morning." Warren blinked a few times but complied. He explained everything from meeting Cyrus and Sam in the morning to all the fights and his thoughts during them. He was paused when he told the captain about Cyrus and Sam, confirming they held a Legacy mark. The captain asked if they revealed their description but only grunted when he explained they hadn¡¯t. Warren continued without any more interruptions and only stopped when he explained their time at Oleander''s. He hesitated but decided that withholding information would be a terrible idea and mentioned that Marcus stayed behind for Nadia. ¡°What is Nadia doing at the inn that is keeping her busy enough to have Marcus wait for her?¡± the captain demanded. He gulped when the captain leaned forward with both his hands on the desk. His red eyes were glowing intensely, and he could swear that he felt actual pressure crushing his body. ¡°She¡­ she is spending time in Sam¡¯s room ¡­ Captain, sir. I don¡¯t know for sure what she is doing, but¡­ uh, I can give a strong guess,¡± he stammered out. The crushing pressure increased for a second before disappearing completely. The captain leaned back in his chair and recrossed his arms. Weaker-willed guards would have soiled their pants at that moment. Thankfully, he kept a tight grip on his bladder. ¡°No need. I think I understand what she''s doing. If your report on Sam¡¯s behavior towards the girl is to be believed,¡± the captain grunted. ¡°Yes sir, it is,¡± Warren replied. After another long pause, Warren started to squirm in his seat. He felt relieved when the captain spoke. ¡°Good job on reporting, Warren. It was smart of you to take them along and try to find out information. I''m worried about the increased appearance of beasts, but things should calm themselves within the next day or two,¡± complimented the captain. ¡°Thank you, sir,¡± he said. ¡°Clarify something for me. You said that Cyrus got the enchanted pouch from an ether storm?¡± the captain asked. ¡°No sir, he just explained that the item was made from an ether storm,¡± Warren explained. The captain narrowed his eyes and hummed to himself but didn¡¯t say anything else. ¡°Uh, sir?¡± Warren began. Seeing that, the captain raised his eyebrow in response, seemingly asking him to go on. He continued. ¡°Is there a reason why his enchanted item is important?¡± The captain stared at him for half a minute before leaning back and nodding. ¡°I have my suspicions, but I¡¯m not sure. If I¡¯m correct, then it would explain everything about them. It¡¯d answer why so many things are off and are at odds with what we know,¡± the captain explained. Now Warren was even more curious. He thought to himself for a moment, trying to see what he might have missed. The only thing he could think of was that Cyrus¡¯s ether storm enchanted pouch was made by the ether storm that occurred recently. ¡°I''m assuming the pouch was made during the recent ether storm, but I don¡¯t see how that explains everything sir,¡± he said slowly. The captain started to drum his fingers on the desk, making a steady staccato of sounds. ¡°Before I explain, tell me what you know about ether storms.¡± Warren scrunched his face. He wasn¡¯t an expert like the scholars who studied magic theory in the capital, but he knew the general knowledge about the storms. ¡°I know they are made of refined mana. That the mana itself is so concentrated and potent that it causes a magic storm to form once it reaches a high enough saturation. The storms themselves are one of the most dangerous things in Inoria.¡± he explained. The captain nodded and made for him to continue on. Warren nodded and then expanded on what else he knew. ¡°The storm causes untold magical damage and effects in the area it occurs in. People who are caught in the storm can die, mutate, or simply disappear. I think there is also a story about how they are caused by gods channeling their powers into certain rituals.¡± Captain Cedric kept nodding in approval at his explanation. When Warren finished, he stopped tapping his fingers and clasped them together. ¡°Good, I¡¯m glad your education is up to par. There is one thing that you don¡¯t know, it seems. The story about gods causing ether storms is true. This was confirmed by champions and priests who served a god. The head priest of the kingdom¡¯s temple also confirmed that this information was true,¡± the captain explained. Captain Cedric spoke like he was teaching a student. Hearing the captain speak like one of his teachers growing up was strange and unsettling. The captain continued. ¡°The most important fact about ether storms in relation to this confirmation is that they also cause a very particular event to occur. It does not happen often, but ether storms herald the appearance of Reborns.¡± The last word sounded vaguely familiar, but he didn¡¯t know where he recognized it from. Judging by the emphasis the captain put on the word, it must be something important. ¡°I''m sorry, sir, but I don¡¯t know what Reborns are. I''m assuming they are a big deal, considering they¡¯re associated with ether storms,¡± Warren admitted. The captain chuckled before looking him in the eye again. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t really expect you to. Until recently, I never thought I¡¯d ever meet one in my entire lifetime.¡± Captain Cedric explained. ¡°Reborns are people who were killed in their world and had their souls brought into the system. The Grand Weave forces the god who caused the death of their unintentional victim to provide two boons to the Reborn. I do not know the exact process, but I know The Grand Weave then takes the person¡¯s soul and reforms it. They are then introduced into the system and remade with new bodies. The Reborn are dropped off wherever the ether storm occurred and are then set free with new bodies and numerous benefits. Besides the perks and skills provided by the god, the system also brands them with the Reborn version of a Legacy. Some scholars even rumor that their version of the mark is more powerful than the normal one.¡± Warren sat back and took in the captain¡¯s words. To be killed and then reborn with completely different bodies sounded terrible. However, all that inconvenience was drowned out by the sheer impressiveness of their boons. A free skill provided by a god, and a perk too! Perks were exceptionally hard to acquire. Everyone was born with a racial perk, and the only way to receive a perk outside of one¡¯s birth was to have it gifted to them by a god or earned from a rift. That''s not even taking into account the utter cheat of having a Legacy mark. Guaranteed higher level of skills, always having their entire skill slots available to them, and having their skills evolve to fit cohesively to a certain theme were all the benefits of having the mark. He was pretty sure there were only seven noble families that could boast of having a Legacy mark. The current royal family held the eighth. Captain Cedric let Warren take everything in and process the information. He waited patiently without interrupting. To anyone who didn¡¯t know of Reborns, the information would be received with shock. They were figures of legends and myths. Everything weird about Cyrus and Sam could easily be explained if the captain was correct. Warren finally sat back up and recollected himself. ¡°You think that those two are Reborns. That everything weird about them could be easily explained if they did indeed just arrive in this world." Captain Cedric smiled. ¡°Yes, I do. And if they truly are such people, then we have to be careful. Even though the Weave itself forces a god to give some of their boons, it is not always done with resentment. To the gods, the newly remade soul would be seen as a great opportunity. It is the chance to endear themselves to a champion without having to sacrifice as much power as normally needed to create such a follower. Reborns are people destined for greatness in some way, whether their lives are short or long," the captain explained, going back to his teaching voice. ¡°One of the most famous of them was Talnaxus. He was remade into an elf and became a scion of an old god named Iladaro. Through Talnaxus, the god gained an entire kingdom that worshiped him as their patron god. Of course, other gods destroyed the god himself, and Talnaxus died while a flight of dragons destroyed the city. Lessons in greed aside, the point is that Reborn are not people you treat normally.¡± "Dragons, sir? But aren''t they-" "Impossible on our plane. Yes, they are. That should tell you what it means for them to be summoned and sustained for such an endeavour. Remember, Reborns are fate-touched. From the start they''ve been manufactured to reach the limits of our world and break them." When Captain Cedric finished recounting the history lesson, he stood up. Warren scrambled to his feet to join the captain as he began walking out. ¡°I''m assigning you the task of continuing to befriend the pair and try to confirm their status. If you ever get the chance, make sure you pay attention to their mark. It¡¯ll look like three oblong triangles, but upside down. It would be the inverse symbol of the one normally seen,¡± the captain explained. Stopping when the captain turned and faced him, Warren saluted. ¡°Yes, sir!¡± he shouted. ¡°You are free to go about this however you want. I trust you to explain the details to Marcus and Nadia. Despite the fiasco of Lena nearly causing Bera to come and crack all our heads in, we currently have a good opportunity to build good relations with the two. Make sure they see the guards in a positive light. It would be a catastrophe if we ended up making them hate us. Cyrus is our only source of healing right now, and I know you already know just how amazing his skill is. Do this task, and I¡¯ll make sure the three of you receive your first skills without having to pay for it. Am I understood?¡± The captain¡¯s looming figure brooked no argument. Warren understood just how severely he was to take this assignment. The promise of guaranteed skills led credence to the importance of the task. Saluting once again, he bid the captain goodnight. He reached a hand into his pocket and felt the three silver coins he received earlier. He could only hope Nadia¡¯s night with Sam went well. Chapter 11: Progress Training with Brelten was an eye-opening experience. I told him about our day, and he was impressed by all the beasts that we ended up fighting. He actually laughed at me when I told him my excitement over receiving so many silver coins. At first, I thought he was mocking me, but it turned out he was just happy. He said that it reminded him of his time at the beginning stages when he and his party would treat every piece of silver like it was gold. Brelten then went on about how happy it made him to see young adventurers appreciate and celebrate every new step on their path to ascendency. The big man had an almost fatherly look in his eyes. We sparred for some time, but it was more of me being his punching bag for an hour. The man had the viciousness of a nun with a ruler and the strictness of one too. Every time I performed a maneuver wrong or my stance was either too stiff or too loose, he would correct me by smacking my limbs with a long wooden staff. It was beyond frustrating, and whenever I glared, he just stared at me like an evil, sadistic drill instructor. I was damn sure his smile got wider the more mistakes I made. After sparring, he did the weirdest thing. He stopped and sat us down to enjoy some tea. Being an American, the only tea I drank was ice-cold and usually packed full of sugar. Despite my doubts, it perked me up, and soothed my throat. It reminded me of a warm green tea mixed with cinnamon and apples. "So why the tea? It''s great, don''t get me wrong but is it more of tradition? Beat the noobie and then serve them tea?" I joked. Brelten''s ears twitched but he smiled casually. "One should always drink tea. It''s good for the body and the soul. But no, its not tradition. It''s a training aid." "Huh?" "Relax and you should feel it. I know you can sense the mana in your body. Your familiars are actively inside your soul, another thing that should help you where others might struggle. You already know what it feels like, and this will help you sense it with clarity." I squirmed on the floor but complied and copied his pose. Meditation as it turned out, was similar no matter what world you were on. "Ok. So why am I trying to feel my soul? Is this related to the system?" He nodded. "To ascend the ranks and acquire more power, one must cultivate. Naturally, our bodies absorb ambiant mana, but this mana sits dormant until it is channeled into our skills. That same principle will be used tonight. What we are looking to do is to connect the soul and your mana to your physical body. To refine and carve out your mana channels so you may take in more power." Brelten explained in greater detail but I got the gist. The system despite operating like a game system relied on cultivation. It pulled the legwork and showed our progress along with facilitating the magic. But we had to build ourselves up. And to do that, I needed to meditate and widen what mana pathways I had already created in order to rank them up and eventually tier up. Under the effects of the strange tea, I could more easily visualize the lake of mana sitting in my chest. Mana channels were semi-corporeal in nature. They existed physically and spiritually, tied to my soul first, then to my physical body. I already had mana channels in my body, from both innate channels and due to me having a custom system-made body. The mana was used to connect more channels from my lake to my skills. I could only see two skills, like glowing wisps of light inside my soul. Inside my soul was a pink-like liquid that floated separately above the lake of mana. This liquid was energy that I absorbed from fighting the beasts. Under Brelten¡¯s guidance, I directed the pink liquid and mix it with my blue mana. Using this new combined energy, I would first slowly carve out a pathway to my skills. The process was something that I did more through instinct than by following instructions. Brelten explained that it was good I had a knack for this and told me to do what felt the most right when carving the new channel. It took around minutes to form the new channel. After it was done, Brelten shook his head, muttering how unfair it was. I completed two channels, one for each skill, and then began following the natural channels in my body and carving newer paths intertwined with the innate ones. The final hour of the night rapidly passed with me expanding slowly widening my work. By the end of the night my brain felt sluggish and churning thoughts squeezed my brain. The tea helped, but spending hours visualizing and actually carving the cold mana through my soul and body was draining like nothing I¡¯d ever done before. I checked my status in excitement but saw that both of the summons were still rank zero. Another thing that struck me was that I didn¡¯t see a skill wisp for my dimensional storage skill. When I asked Brelten, he explained that the skill was something that only grew as I tiered up. He frowned and shook his head when I admitted my disappointment at not ranking up my skills. In response, he pulled out a pair of glasses that had matte black lenses that completely covered his eyes. "What''s that?" "A mana piercer. It helps me see the pathways throughout your body. One moment and try to sit still." I complied, not daring to breathe. Eventually he took them off and sighed. "Be careful about complaining on the lack of progress. You are a monster, Cyrus." I snorted. "I don''t all too scary when you could run circles around me and beat me till I popped." "While true, you are simply lacking in perspective," he smiled. "Your a prodigy, by way of your body and perhaps natural instincts. You took to the proccess and made admirable work for your fist time. Those who first began could easily take up to two weeks to get to where you are now. A savant, maybe a week. But in only a couple of hours, you have surpassed even that. Again, you are a monster and should not lament your lack of progress." "So I''m close?" "Very. I suspect another session and you''ll rank up your skills." If Sam didn¡¯t come with me tomorrow night, then I¡¯d just have to tease her when I finally ranked up. I bid Brelten goodbye and thanked him for the teachings. He waved me off and invited me the following day along with Sam. When I finally entered my room at Oleanders, I passed out instantly. The exciting day finally coming to a close and concious thought turned off the moment my head hit the bed. Later in the morning, when I dragged myself down for breakfast, Sam was already there and mostly finished with her food. She turned to face me and offered me a piece of what looked like crispy bacon as I sat down. I accepted it without a word and munched on the bacon like a conked-out zombie. ¡°Listen, I know why I¡¯m tired, but I have no idea why you''re tired,¡± Sam commented. I ignored her and watched Bera come out of the kitchen with my plate of food. ¡°Hey, Bera, I have a question,¡± I said as she set my food down and poured me a cup of juice. Setting my plate down, she leaned on the counter and cocked her head. ¡°And what would that question be, sweetie?¡± ¡°I meant to ask him but I don''t think I was fully concious when I left. Brelten helped me begin carving my mana channels last night. I thought I would feel refreshed and energized. Instead, I felt tired as all hell and went to sleep the moment my head hit the pillow. Is it supposed to be that draining?¡± Bera¡¯s eyes softened. ¡°Ahhh, that''s why you walked in like the living dead. To answer your question, yes and no,¡± she explained. My eyes narrowed in confusion. Seeing this, she continued before I could ask. ¡°The process of taking energy and then forcing it to basically drill new mana pathways is always going to be a tiring endeavor. It only gets harder the more time you spend doing it. When you finally tier up, whether that is a skill or actual ascendency tier, you¡¯ll feel a brief state of fatigue. After the fatigue wears off, you¡¯ll feel more energized. To describe it, it feels like you finally corrected some imbalance in yourself you didn¡¯t know you had. The euphoria after tiering up is well documented. Best be careful when you do. Some people joke that the smell of cleansing the impurities of the body is the system''s way of balancing the rush.¡± Throughout Bera¡¯s explanation, Sam had all but forgotten her last strip of bacon in her hands as she paid attention to absorbing the new knowledge. Reaching over while she wasn¡¯t looking, I quickly swiped the crispy strip and stuffed it in my mouth. Sam¡¯s stared open-jawed before she raged and pawed at my arm. She tried to retaliate by stealing all the fresh bacon off my plate but I managed to fend her off. ¡°Children, please, behave yourselves. Cyrus, no stealing people''s bacon. In some places, that¡¯d get you killed or challenged to a duel. Sam, I¡¯ll be out with a small plate of strips in a few minutes,¡± Bera admonished. We cowed like rueful children while subtly poking each other in the sides. Bera walked away, shaking her head. I spent the rest of the morning explaining everything to Sam and finally asked her how everything went with Nadia. ¡°Now, Cyrus, a woman never tells, don''t you know?¡± Sam said while shaking her head. I didn¡¯t respond and gave her a deadpan stare. Chuckling to herself, she punched me in the arm. ¡°Fiiiine, I¡¯ll spill. It went fine. Things were awkward at first, but hey, it all worked out. She left like two hours later and walked out with Marcus. You should have seen her, red as a tomato, while Marcus was silently laughing as he followed her out. If the impression I got on my performance was correct, I doubt this¡¯ll be a one-time thing. Soooooooo... Score!" As irritating as her boastfulness was, it was good to know Sam had some fun. There was always a worry that this world treated things differently than back on Earth. I know it felt relieving to her that nobody even thought twice about it; it bodes well for our continuous future spent living here. We spent the rest of the hour bantering back and forth as she teased about how touchy Warren and I were last night. Comments that I aptly avoided and tuned out as I finished my meal. After eating, I decided to have a bath before we headed out for the day. I¡¯d have killed to have some item enchanted with an automatic cleaning function. When I got done bathing, Sam all but yanked my arm off, dragging me to Volan¡¯s shop. The red oni was thrilled that we came back so soon to buy more gear. We went bankrupt again, buying some more armour. Sam''s new gear was made of hard grey leather embedded with small metal plates. She got herself a set of gloves, leg guards, and vambraces. My items were cheaper, lacking the metal plates but in return was far lighter. I got all the same things as her with the addition of new steel-toed boots. All of my armour matched the black striped leather vest I got the day before. Feeling generous, Volan even threw in some leather belts and two simple iron daggers. The belt had a built-in strap and sheath in the back, and the daggers had a recurved blade. When asked why he was giving them away for free, he just scratched his cheek, looked away, and said that he appreciated the business. It probably helped that we told him how amazing everything was and acted like two kids receiving a load of presents on Christmas. We truly felt like badass adventurers. All the times Sam got me to try on larp gear couldn''t hold a candle to the experience of actually being decked out in real armour. Our excitement rode high high as we made our way out of the village. When we got to the gate entrance, we were surprised. Warren, Nadia, and Marcus stood at the gate their eyes, searching the road. Nadia was the first to spot us, and her face brightened when Sam waved. As we approached, Warren whistled. ¡°Wow, look at you guys, all decked out. You''re starting to look like real adventurers now,¡± he praised. Sam grinned like idiots. Thinking we looked like actual adventurers wasn¡¯t nearly as satisfying as having someone say that you do. The only thing I felt that we were missing were the cool hooded cloaks. Our outfits wouldn¡¯t be complete till we got them. Which only added another reason to go out more and kill more beasts. ¡°Thank you! Thank you!¡± Sam said boisterously, giving dramatic half-bows as she did. They all grinned in return. ¡°What are you guys doing here? I figured you would have started your patrol already,¡± I asked. They gave each other looks before answering. ¡°Well, about that, we had such a great time yesterday we figured we¡¯d ask if you wanted to join us again today,¡± Warren explained. Honestly, it would be much safer heading out with them. At some point, I¡¯d want to test ourselves without having the safety net of having people around in case things get dangerous. Of course, it didn¡¯t hurt that I was willing to give them some of the coin earned, that and maybe another chance at acquiring more candy. Smirking, I turned to look Warren in the eye. ¡°You three just want more tantalizing candy goodness, don¡¯t yah?¡± I teased. Marcus actually looked slightly embarrassed, while Nadia smiled innocently. Warren laughed before returning my stare. ¡°You got us, can¡¯t really blame us. That stuff was amazing,¡± he admitted. With the unexpected addition of the three guards, we made our way into the forest. Today went very differently from yesterday. We ended up fighting a much larger, tier one thistlespine. Our new armour was immediately helpful and helped protect us from being turned into pincushions. Even with the new gear, we still got stabbed multiple times. Unlike the tier zero thistlespines, the beast pelted us with quills shot from its back. Eventually, it was Zharia who managed the killing blow. After blasting a stream of golden fire into its face, we stayed back and let the beast succumb to the numerous injuries we inflicted on it. With a top-off from ¨¢ine and a solid high-five we continued on our way. The entireity of the day continued with different fights every other hour. I didn¡¯t know why, but there was a worrying increase in beasts in the forest. By the time we stopped for lunch, Sam and I got into three more fights before we settled down to eat by the river. We fought two emberboars, one a tier one and another tier zero. Along with a drawn-out battle against some kind of a horned rabbit that had ram horns curving out of its head. The battle took so long because the bastard kept tackling us like a furry cannonball and then instantly ran off to hide between the trees. The trio spent a decent amount of time laughing and mocking us good-naturedly after the fight. Lunch was even better than yesterday due to me finally trying out my other magic pouch. The oohs and ahs danced in my earsl as I seasoned our fish before roasting them. Some garlic and pepper went a long way in turning some bland meat into savory goodness. After full bellies and some relaxation we continued. Sam and I took turns fighting the beasts that would cross our path. We fought another tier zero ember boar and another pair of zilvawolves. Our last and hardest fight of the day almost forced the guards to step in. A large fourteen-foot snake dropped down from a branch above us and wrapped Sam in its coils. The monster kept Sam¡¯s arms trapped against her body while shifting its head to fend me off. Its fangs were as long as my hand. My stabs were met with striking fangs, and I couldn¡¯t score a clean hit on the creature despite its size. The blade of my spear kept scored shallow scratches against its light-blue scales. Again, Zharia saved the day before the guards had to step in. She flew in like an angry crow and used her sharp talons to scratch one of its eyes. Zharia¡¯s efforts loosened the serpent''s death grip on Sam, and she managed to get one of her arms free. As the creature was orientating on my familiar, flying next to me, Sam sent a blood-splattering Tidal Smash to the stretch of scales wrapped around her body. Scales dented, and meat caved in. A wallop from her hammer brought its head low. With Sam free, we managed to whittle the snake down by attacking it from all sides. Whenever it tried to lunge for one of us, either Sam, Zharia, or I would attack and prevent it from landing another grapple. All in all, we came out of the fight fairly uninjured sans Sam''s some sore ribs. ¨¢ine fixed her chest without issue "Damn. Didn''t think I could have this much fun putting myself in danger like this. I think I get why all the idiots we made fun in those reality shows put themselves into harms way," I said, ribbing Sam. Warren''s face flashed with a look I couldn''t identify but it dissapeared before I could ask what was up. Sam slapped my hand aside. But she had her grin on her face as she did. Unlike me, sweat plastered her skin. "Yeah. I think you''re right. It''s sorta addicting. Scary in the moment but beyond exhilirating. Maybe all those anime protagonists were right all long." Warren coughed awkwardly. "You two seem to rea-" His words were cut off with a guard rushing toward our group. As we reached the village gate, we were stopped, and I was asked to rush to the guard building. Ah crap. Did someone get hurt? I agreed to come and the others followed. Cedric greeted me at the entrance of the barracks and led to the healing ward. All four beds were occupied, and two more guards sat in chairs bandaged up and resting. ¡°What the hell happened?¡± I asked. A guard wrapped in bandages sporting serious burns released a groan that echoed throughout the room. Cedric gritted his teeth and snarled. ¡°All three groups patrolling today ended up facing numerous monsters. Lena¡¯s team came in after fighting off a pack of six zilvawolves. Only Lena made it out lightly injured,¡± he said. Looking more closely, I saw that the two bandaged and bleeding guards on the second and third bed were indeed the men who followed Lena. The captain pointed to the remaining injured guards. ¡°Morris¡¯ team got hit by two tier-one emberboars. Guard Yena suffered several third-degree burns. And Tharis¡¯ team got tangled in a fight between three zilvawolves and a thistlespine.¡± I looked back and saw the trio grimacing in anger. Sam had a comforting hand on Nadia¡¯s shoulder to help ease the white-knuckled grip her fists were making. My mouth was set to a hard line as I summoned ¨¢ine. ¡°Who do you want me to heal first? If anyone is in danger of bleeding out, I¡¯d prefer to prioritize them." ¡°Yena first. The others are holding thanks to the salve we put on them before bandaging them up." I looked at ¨¢ine. ¡°Take as much as you need." The little fairy also clenched her fists. She nodded before flying over to our burn victim and activated her skill. Mana drained away, pooling into her skill. Thankfully, her injuries were a tad better than Warren''s previous injury. After bottoming out a chunk of my mana, I stopped ¨¢ine. She whirled towards me in confusion. I explained that she should heal her till she''s stable and then save mana for the others. ¨¢ine nodded reluctantly and backed off. ¡°Why''d you stop healing her?!¡± Nadia shouted. Cedric turned and glared before turning back to me. He gave me a nod of approval, seeming to understand my intentions. ¡°He''s saving mana so he can heal everyone else. Healing a burn wound with nature-aspected healing puts a heavy tax on mana usage,¡± he explained. Nadia calmed down and apologized. Turning back to the guard, she was still covered in bleeding bandages, but underneath looked far better then before. Not all injuries were healed. There was still a lot of inflammation, and some wounds showed angry red scar tissue. ¡°I¡¯m sorry that I can¡¯t completely get rid of everything right now. I don¡¯t have enough mana to heal you fully. I promise when I can, ¨¢ine here will get you back to one hundred percent,¡± I apologized while putting on a reassuring smile. ¡°No. Thank you so much. That hurt like hell, and I¡¯ll gladly accept some tenderness left over,¡± the guardswoman said quickly. Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. I could tell she was still dealing with having a near-death experience, so I put a hand on her shoulder lightly and pushed her back into the bed. She looked flustered, but calmed down after Cedric reassured her. I turned my head back to the others. ¡°Someone should help her get those bandages off. No use in letting her keep bloodied bandages on. She could easily risk infection the way she is,¡± I said. Nadia and Sam walked forward and began to slowly remove the bloodstained cloth. ¨¢ine went around the room, healing the bleeding guards in the beds first. By the end of the second guard, that pervasive cold wormed its way into my chest. My head was sluggish, and I barely repressed the shivering caused by the cold. After healing the last guard on the bed, I felt two steady hands help hold me up as I swayed and grasped for the walls. ¨¢ine herself looked stressed. Her arms hung limply, and her wings fluttered more slowly. ¡°Master, I¡¯m sorry,¡± ¨¢ine sent out. I tried to smile at her, but I couldn¡¯t focus my vision enough to even stare at her properly. ¡°No worries, ¨¢ine, you did amazing. Don¡¯t¡­ Worry about me, just finish¡­ This,¡± I mumbled. After the green light vanished from her hands, I wasn¡¯t even sure if I was still standing anymore. It was cold, so damn cold. My limbs were beyond heavy. I could no longer feel their presence, only the weight. It dragged me down, weighing on me like two useless anchors. I knew I was struggling to breathe. I plunged past the feeling of drowing in a lake. It was as if I was in a raging blizzard while floating in frigid waters. I felt panic through my connection to my familiars. ¨¢ine was distraught and regretful, while Zharia wanted nothing more than to warm me up. But she knew if she got summoned now, it¡¯d only make things worse. Something or someone pressed an object to my lips. It was hard, and it had an opening--a rounded tip. Some sort of liquid splashed down my throat. I couldn¡¯t even taste it due to my addled state. The liquid went down, and settled into the cavity I called my chest. Slowly, the cold started disappearing. It was like a spark of warmth spreading outward. After some time, I began to feel my limbs again, and I finally opened my eyes. Staring at me was an alarming amount of eyes. Almost everyone showed deep concern, but there were two who had different emotions. One was Sam''s eyebrows were furrowed, and I could tell she was furious about something. The other was Cedric''s. I wasn''t sure what the man thought in that steel head. His face was neutral but troubled, his eyes burned red but without expression. ¡°What did you give me? I felt someone pour something down my throat,¡± I asked while leaning up slowly. ¡°We gave you a mana potion. You depleted your mana pool and went into extreme mana fatigue. Your body went into shock,¡± explained Warren. He had an arm around my back to help support me. I looked around again and noticed that some of the healed guards were staring at me with a mix of awe and horror. I groaned and got up with the help of Warren. ¡°Did I at least heal everyone?¡± I asked. ¡°Yes, you did. The only ones with any wounds left are Yena and Remos,¡± Cedric said calmly. I looked over at the last guard. I could see some minor scratches on his face, but that was about it. The elf stepped forward. ¡°Uhm, thank you. I¡¯ll be fine, so no need to heal me. I can live with some sore muscles and a few measly scratches,¡± he said quickly. He had an uncomfortable look on his face and seemed in a hurry to make sure I didn¡¯t start healing again. I chuckled inwardly. I must have made him feel bad for being a part of the reason I collapsed. Owww. Okay, no mental chuckling. My head''s pounding too hard. ¡°If that''s the case, then I think I¡¯m gonna have to apologize to you, Yena. I¡¯ll try to come tomorrow and fix you in the morning. I think I need to rest a bit. I¡¯m going back to Oleander''s." I began to walk out of the room when Sam came to my other side and let me lean on her. Her anger was still there, but it looked like it had dialed down a few notches to extreme annoyance. Nonetheless, Sam was there to help me, and that¡¯s all that mattered. The walk to Oleander''s was slow and arduous. Even with the potion they gave me, I felt wrung out. All I wanted was to sit down and slowly eat some soup. When we walked in, some of the adventurers inside were giving us concerned wide-eyed stares. A couple of elves got up from their chairs and moved to a different table. I thanked them since it was the closest table, and they allowed me to sit down. Bera came rushing after seeing me walk in. ¡°What happened? Is everything OK?¡± she asked with concern etched on her face. I was really starting to dislike having people worry over me. ¡°The idiot used up all his mana healing the guards. Ended up going into shock,¡± Sam said tersely. I inwardly sighed. Yep, definitely still angry. Bera¡¯s eyes narrowed, but she didn¡¯t say anything. Instead, she promptly disappeared back into the kitchen. Somehow, I felt like I just got silently scolded. I probably did the more I thought about it. I spent the time waiting with my head lying on the table. It was surprisingly clean, but then again, I doubt Bera would let her inn ever get dirty. Eventually, Marcus and Nadia walked in and sat down with us. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, guys, I don¡¯t think I¡¯ll be heading over to Arlen¡¯s tonight. Too tired,¡± I apologized. There was no way they¡¯d actually get mad over the wait, but I felt better at least vocalizing an apology. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about that. You fought all those monsters yourself. They¡¯re rightfully yours,¡± Warren replied. He wasn¡¯t looking at me worriedly, but his smile was halfhearted at best. ¡°Actually, Captain wanted me to give this to you. He told me to tell you that he was deeply grateful for saving and healing his guards. I¡¯d like to add my thanks as well. There aren''t many of us here in the village due to its size, so you end up getting to know everyone closely. Losing anyone sucks, and it''s not something I want to repeat if I can,¡± Nadia said. She placed a bulging pouch and slowly slid it across the table. Her words made me wonder who they lost, but I wasn''t so socially inept to ask the obvious question. I¡¯m sure with six months of dangerous monster-infested forest to patrol, they statistically have lost a guard or two. Inoria wasn''t safe. It held danger even in the lowest of beasts. Without ¨¢ine healing everything, I doubt I¡¯d be so cavalier about rushing into battle as easily as I did. It took a couple of slow blinks before I snagged the pouch and opened it. The contents made my eyes widen. Inside was a stack of silver and a single gold coin on top. Damn, that meant a lot. One hundred silver pieces were equivalent to a single gold piece. With the new windfall, Sam and I could finish gearing up completely. That wasn¡¯t even counting what I could get from all the beast corpses sitting in my dragon¡¯s stomach. I gave Sam a double thumbs up, to which she snorted but showed a tiny smile. Yay, progress. Bera came over and set down plates for everybody and laid down some drinks. Everyone else had a plate filled with some meat and vegetable mix, but mine was a giant bowl of soup. I eyed the red-haired woman. I didn¡¯t even mention I wanted soup. Still, I pulled out three silver pieces and handed them to her. I was definitely overpaying, but hey, with the way she''s been treating us, I would feel horrible if I didn¡¯t at least pay well enough. She sighed but accepted the coins before she came closer and leaned forward. ¡°Thank you, Cyrus, for helping keep those boys and gals safe. Just try not to hurt yourself next time. Going into mana shock is one of the worst things you can do as an untiered,¡± she whispered. Her words were both grateful and admonishing. I nodded, and she left to help serve other patrons. I wasn¡¯t sure what Bera put into the soup, but it warmed me up. It didn¡¯t cure me of my fatigue, but I felt better, more so than I should, by just eating a delicious meal. She put something in the soup that helped me in some medicinal way. My thoughts on the woman kept soaring. Surprisingly, some of the adventures came over and complimented me on a good job. There was even an instance of someone calling me a helpful rookie. Not sure I liked the title, but hey, I¡¯ll take whatever positive things they had to say. About forty-five minutes later, I definitely felt like I was ready to head to bed early. Before I said goodbye, I smiled at the trio and pulled out the Trickster¡¯s Bag of Sweet Treats. The smiling orange pouch brought some grins to the table. I let Marcus, Nadia, and Sam pull out of the bag. Sorry, Warren, but I needed to placate Sam. I saw Sam had managed to pull out a sucker that looked suspiciously Neapolitan flavoured. I apologized but said I needed it for Bera. I only took it when I confirmed she wouldn¡¯t try to bite my hand off. "Bah. Fine, give it to her. If I had to sacrifice my spoils, I could do it for a saint," Sam grumbled. I gave Bera the candy and thanked her one last time. She eyed me suspiciously until she unwrapped the candy and put it in her mouth. I got a gentle but firm squeeze in return. I finally entered my room and flopped onto the bed. Sleep gripped me like a drowning lover. I didn¡¯t wake up till morning. ---- Checking my system clock, it informed me it was almost nine o''clock. All the fatigue from last night was gone. I stretched and headed down. The actions were starting to become routine. I found Sam chatting with a couple of women, so I made my way to the bar without disturbing her. Bera dropped a beautiful plate of breakfast in front of me. Today, it was accompanied by a peach-tasting lemonade. After I finished my plate, Sam finally said goodbye to the ladies and came over. ¡°Feeling better, Cy?¡± she asked. ¡°Perfectly,¡± I replied. Turning to her, I didn¡¯t see any trace of the anger from last night. ¡°I¡¯m sorry for what happened last night.¡± Her eyes narrowed, but she just sighed in the end. ¡°Good. That was scary. When we fight magical monsters, getting hurt is fine. I already know that we both enjoy the thrill of the battle. These new bodies are perfectly adapted to that. Whatever injuries, I know ¨¢ine can patch us up. I shouldn¡¯t be so reliant on it, but nonetheless, I am,¡± she said. I stared at her curiously, wondering where she was going with this. She stared me directly in the eye and put a hand on my shoulder. ¡°Last night, knowing that you were essentially dying in a situation where you couldn¡¯t be healed magically or through some bullshit magic potion was terrifying. I couldn¡¯t do anything, and dying to something so¡­ it made me feel weak and scared for the first time. You''re all I have, Cy. Losing you and being left alone here would suck. This magical world, this second chance at life, would be depressing without you. The adventure wouldn¡¯t be as magical and fun anymore." I leaned over and gave her a hug. Despite all the dangerous shit we¡¯ve been involved in so far, it never felt truly scary. In battle, my blood sang. There have been several moments where I caught myself grinning like a psychopath after nearly dying against some beast. Dying never really felt like something I would be so concerned about. And in truth, I probably wouldn¡¯t. It wasn¡¯t like I was going to seek death, but somehow unexplainably, I felt a certain acceptance of it. Sam was right. We were in a magical world, and we''re currently adventuring like some character in a story. Because of that, I knew that every time we went out to fight, we risked death. I had to make peace with that fact, or I could never continue adventuring. ¡°I can¡¯t and won¡¯t promise that I¡¯ll not get into those situations, and you can¡¯t either. I know you. You won''t be satisfied sitting back and relaxing. And neither am I. We have this drive, nothing we can do about other than keeping pushing forward." She let me go and then lightly punched me in the arm. ¡°I know. Now go get bathed so we can head out. Enough sappy speeches." A trip to Arlen¡¯s shop was a dry but successful affair. The thistlespine and emberboars made up a good portion of the sales, the two tier-one cores adding decent value. Disappointing were the zilva wolves and the horned rabbit. The rabbit only sold for half a silver since it was only good for meat. With the corpse being worth so little, it made the annoying fight even more annoying. The snake was something specific to the Yidelwoods. It was simply called a Yidelwood drop snake. Thankfully, the meat could be used in several local dishes. With the low fat and high protein, its natural spicy flavor made the meat popular in the village. The scales were also useful as a brighter-coloured alternative to other leather options. He bought the whole snake from us for fifteen silver. It was kind of surprising to find out the creature wasn¡¯t even tier one. It made me wonder just how large these snakes could get. All in all, It came to a total of forty-four silvers. I set aside six silver pieces in a separate pouch. We may have ended up fighting more than we did the other day, but Sam and I handled everything ourselves. After retreating from the butcher, we headed to the guild. Earlier in the inn, one of the adventurers delivered a message. Apparently, Brelten wanted to see me, so we hurried over to the guard building to finish my promise of healing. Yena was super grateful and kept thanking me profusely. I had to eventually tell her to stop and not worry about it so we could get on our way. Walking into the guild building, Talis greeted us warmly and told us to head on down. Brelten sported a green robe today. It looked like silk, and it had a darker green pattern that resembled trees and roots. Idly, I wondered if the item was enchanted in any way. I doubted people wasted money on enchanted casual wear, but who knew? Brelten seemed rich and powerful enough to afford such a thing. ¡°Good morning to you two. How are you feeling, Cyrus? I heard of what happened at the guardhouse.¡± he asked as he set down what looked like a metal pen. We sat down and settled ourselves in the chairs. ¡°Feeling perfectly fine now. Yesterday was tiring, but I figured I¡¯d relax today. No need to burn myself out,¡± I replied. ¡°Good, I figured I could ask you some questions, and then we can spend the day helping you two carve more channels. The best way to not have a repeat of last night would be to deepen the amount of mana you have,¡± he said. We both nodded. Having someone help us with ranking up would be nice. However, I was slightly concerned if it was okay for us two to be taking up his time. ¡°That¡¯s perfect. What did you want to know?¡± ¡°When you first arrived in Inoria, you guys were dropped deep into the woods next to a mountain. You said that for a couple of days, you two didn¡¯t run into anything as you trekked through the woods. When you did engage some beasts, it was only twice and in small or singular numbers,¡± he stated. I nodded again. So far, he hadn¡¯t asked any actual questions. He continued. ¡°You guys didn¡¯t notice anything suspicious at all during your week spent getting to the village?¡± ¡°Not really? But I''m not sure if we''d know what''s considered suspicious around here,¡± I said. ¡°Yeah, honestly, outside of the random assault from the zilvawolves, there wasn¡¯t much wildlife. For miles, the forest was dead silent before we encountered the ember boar. Like full muted world kind of silent,¡± Sam added. Brelten frowned slightly. ¡°That would be due to the lingering effects of the ether storm. It''s just that by now, the beasts should have calmed down. Instead, I¡¯m hearing increased aggression and a number of reported attacks The assault on four different guard patrols is highly concerning. I¡¯ve also received reports from different adventuring teams about an increased number of engagements between beasts in the Yidelwoods." He pulled out a scroll from his desk and unrolled it. It was a map of the area. Brelten pointed to a small spot on the map, to an island in the middle of a lake. There was a symbol of golden crossed swords with a diamond above it. The diamond had the number one with a dash between the number two inside of it. ¡°This is the Emberlake Dungeon that was discovered seven months ago. Normally, with the increased number of beasts showing up, I¡¯d point to the obvious culprit. However, this dungeon has been in continuous use since its discovery. Every day, you will find adventuring parties delving into the dungeon. Because of this, there is zero chance that the dungeon would be reaching critical levels and have monsters breaking out. To our knowledge, there are no other dungeons in the area. This village was built to establish the Emberlake as a good area for beginning adventurers. If there were other dungeons that were at breakout levels, we¡¯d have seen other monster types show up. Few dungeons, if ever, share the same type of creatures." ¡°From what I read about dungeons in the primer, the monsters inside can breach the dungeon barrier if the dungeon isn¡¯t cleared. Are we sure that there isn¡¯t a hidden dungeon that has beasts staying near the entrance but is riling up or driving out the local fauna?¡± I asked after some thought. He paused but then slowly shook his head. ¡°That could technically happen, but that¡¯d be rare. Dungeon monsters are hyper-aggressive and short-lived. The monsters who break out of dungeons tend to be more mobile and bloodthirsty. They are specifically adapted to the ambient mana that saturates dungeons. Without it, they deteriorate and die in about a week. Because of this, it¡¯s a very minute chance that a trapping or sedentary creature would willingly leave the dungeon,¡± he said. He then pointed down an area just away from the village and made a circle. ¡°This is where the ether storm occurred. While close enough to have provoked the beasts in the woods, the area should have returned to normal by now. At most, the effects should only last a few more days, and that is already unusual. As guildmaster, I¡¯m asking you two to be careful and investigate anything strange that you spot during your time in the woods.¡± ¡°We can do that. If anything, we''re getting increased practice. And all the beast corpses go a long way in helping us gear out better,¡± Sam said. ¡°I¡¯d love to try the dungeon at some point as well. So this really is a great time for us to train before we tackle our first delve,¡± I added. Brelten smiled at that. ¡°Thank you, and I think you are still a good way off from doing a delve. At least you¡¯d have to party up with others; otherwise, you¡¯d probably get eaten fairly easily.¡± He then stood up and moved his desk and chairs back. After we helped move the chairs, he clapped his hands. Suddenly, in his hands was a heavy wooden staff with metal end caps. ¡°Let¡¯s begin your training. After I beat the inexperience out of you, we can meditate together. I¡¯m sure you are both filled with energy from the fights.¡± He grinned evilly and twirled his staff. This is going to hurt. And it did. After a solid hour of treating us like uppity children, we collapsed to the floor, bruised and battered. With a top-up from ¨¢ine, we began meditating for the day. He made some more of the tea I drank the first time and told me to continue doing what I did before, and helped Sam begin the process. Six hours, six hours of continuous meditation. I knew that stories always painted cultivators as ascetic monks who disappeared for months or even years at a time, doing nothing but cultivating, but I didn''t realize what it truly meant. Still, the process was not some sit still and forget yourself sort of activity. Brelten explained that later, when we were higher-tiered and more skilled in meditation, we could easily cultivate for hours on end. The process was as tiring as it was the last time, though I found myself taking the effort in stride. At the end, he summoned the weird glasses again and shook his head. "Frightening. But good. Get some rest and remember to be safe," Brelten said before seeing us out the door. We made our way to Oleander''s and spent the rest of the night relaxing. After a few hours, the trio came in and joined us, which gave me the opportunity to hand them the six silver coins. Over the next two days, Sam and I would head out on our own into the forest and go exploring. Our lessons with Brelten proved essential to our survival. The amount of beasts attacking us never waned. Every other hour, we¡¯d end up fighting something, and sometimes twice in the same hour. It was a more harrowing experience without the guards to back us up, but we endured. With each fight, we¡¯d grow more comfortable with our weapons and improve our teamwork. I¡¯d act as a distraction while Sam would provide well-timed support and finishers. Using Zharia as an added D.P.S., we would come out of most fights intact. The worst was when we got ganged up by two drop snakes at once. If it wasn¡¯t for Zharia warning us before we walked under them, we would have been digesting in a serpent¡¯s belly. Drop snakes, as it turned out, enjoyed the comforting heat when they could but hated Zharia¡¯s golden flames. Arlen actually complimented us for being able to hand him full, intact bodies. The rarity of storage items and skills was no joke. It could also be due to the relatively low level of the area. The primer taught us that dimensional storages were more common in dungeon towns that hosted tier-three dungeons. We added another seventy-two silver coins to the pouch inside my storage. I was only called to heal people once. Cedric proved his mettle and adapted to the beast''s growing agression. He combined the teams and maintained joint-patrols. With the increased number of people per team, they were able to handle and take down attacking beasts more easily. Warren¡¯s team still joined us every night to hang out. On our third day, I finally achieved rank one in both my skills. Brelten was surprised. His initial estimate was a five days for one of us to achieve the first rank. Looking inward, I could feel my mana pool was deeper than before. And the increased helped lessen the emptying feeling of summoning my familiars. Not a significant amount, but it was noticeable enough that summoning all three wasn¡¯t as tiring. Sam achieved her first rank later that night. There were no visual changes to my familiars, but I wasn¡¯t expecting any. I was warned that they¡¯d only really change during a tier-up. They were both happy that they ranked up, though. I could already imagine a day where I would be surrounded by magical familiars. During my daydream, Zharia casually let slip that her mother was as big as Zhuyin. If Zharia was to have a similar enough growth spurt, I¡¯d be riding on a giant phoenix someday. A thought, that sank its greedy fingers into the recess of my desires. Later that day, I eventually decided to name the weird star whelp Chomperz. The little guy seemed to enjoy making the sound after sucking things in and would clank his teeth together. I leaned back and pulled up my status. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn ( Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills: Passive Skills: Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood It was nice to know my status would update retroactively according to my wants. We were both nursing a drink and chatting amiably when a man came rushing in. Considering how he''s dressed--he got to be an adventurer. His leather was torn up, and he was covered in random stains that varied from red to browns and a couple shades of blues. The man¡¯s rushed entrance brought the room to silence, and we all stared. After catching his breath, he finally looked up. ¡°We found it. We found the problem,¡± he rasped out. Some adventurers stood up and approached. ¡°What did you find?¡± ¡°You found out why the beasts are attacking so much?¡± ¡°Well, get on with it.¡± The questions were rapid fire, and the poor man shrunk back. A loud voice broke through the crowd, deep and rough. ¡°Let the man speak first! Everyone wait till he¡¯s done." He was a large, broad-shouldered beastkin. His head was that of a lion, with a mane of coal-black hair. He was dressed in large iron plates and carried a huge great sword strapped to his back. The elf smiled in appreciation. He looked around the room, meeting everyone¡¯s eyes. ¡°Our team was exploring downriver for some herbs, and we found it in a clearing. Guys, it''s a wild rift!¡± he exclaimed excitedly. There were some shouts and murmurs. His words brought excitement to everyone in the room. The large beastkin quieted everyone. ¡°And the portal color?¡± Just as I thought the elf couldn¡¯t smile even wider, he did. He licked his lips before replying. ¡°The best one of them all. Its portal color is pink. We found a maximum ranked tier-one wild rift!¡± The inn¡¯s crowd went into an uproar. I looked over at Sam, but she didn¡¯t know what exactly was going on either. I glanced back and saw Bera¡¯s face. Unlike everyone else who had grinned and showed excitement, hers was set into a grim line. Her fists were white-knuckled and clenched. I took stock of the room one more time. Whatever was going on, it had to mean something dangerous and important. And I could already feel my blood call out. I wanted to enter whatever it was they found. Chapter 12: A Feisty KittyKat I really wanted to ask Bera what was wrong, but something in her face told me that it would be a bad idea. Some people began rushing out of the inn while others gathered in crowds to discuss heavily between each other. I nudged Sam to follow me when I noticed the elf walking out of the inn. Surprisingly enough, he was heading towards the guild building. I could only assume he was going to inform the guild. We weren¡¯t the only people to follow the elf. There were a few adventuring parties walking behind him. Strangely enough, the leonid from before stayed behind. Poor Talis had his eyes widened so much that I thought they¡¯d pop out of his head. With a simple sentence, Talis abandoned his post and rushed down the stairs. In the next minute, Brelten walked up with Talis following behind him, looking pensive. Sam and I stayed at the edge of the room and tried to catch what was being furiously discussed. Brelten showed excitement at first, but it quickly morphed into a serious frown. With every passing minute, his body grew tenser. Eventually, the elf left, followed by most of the adventurers. Brelten tapped his foot and surveyed the room. When he spotted us, he waved us over. Before I could even say greetings, he spoke first. ¡°Whatever you two do, do not head to that rift unless I tell you to. I need to go and check the scene myself, but if what Vetro said was true, then you two going in now would only end in your death,¡± he said seriously. I frowned, but I wasn¡¯t going to doubt Brelten now. ¡°Is it really that dangerous? There wasn¡¯t much discussion about rifts in the primer. All I know is it''s sort of like a dungeon but different." He stopped tapping his foot but took a step closer. His tall, broad shoulders loomed over me. ¡°I¡¯ll explain tomorrow. Just know that the portal¡¯s colour determines how dangerous it is. The portal being tier one means at baseline, the rift would be made with tier one people in mind. Being pink signifies that it is a max rank, so the rift is a tier one, rank nine,¡± he explained. He paused and then told Talis to prepare supplies before turning back towards me. ¡°Just know that rifts are instanced. If you guys went alone without a proper group, I wouldn''t even see your corpses.¡± He bid us goodbye and walked back downstairs. Sam turned to me. ¡°I don¡¯t think there¡¯s anything we can do right now. I say we head back to Oleander''s and chill. Brelten will tell us what he finds out tomorrow." Brelten''s words worried me, but Sam was right. I agreed, and we headed back. The inn only had a few people left in it, and I assumed most of the adventurers headed to the rift. We took our usual seats at the bar and decided to relax. Bera eventually came walking out of the kitchen. Her earlier demeanor was gone, and she was back to sporting a friendly smile. I couldn¡¯t bring myself to ask her the obvious question. There was no reason for me to darken her mood. I had to say something though, so I figured I¡¯d try to be nice. ¡°Hey, Bera, got a question for you,¡± I said as she came closer. Her eyes briefly flashed to smoky green orbs, but they disappeared faster than I could blink. ¡°And what would that be?¡± she asked with some hesitation. ¡°Figured I¡¯d head out early tomorrow, just wondering if you would like some of that silverfish that likes to swim in the river,¡± I said as cheerfully as I could. She paused for a few seconds but eventually smiled. ¡°Sure, they taste pretty good. I can buy them off you if you can bring enough back." I shook my head. ¡°Nah, you¡¯ve been kind enough. I won¡¯t try charging you. Not even sure how much fish we can get,¡± I said. ¡°Well, alright then, I won¡¯t turn down kindness. If you search for some Galu berries, it¡¯d be good bait. They''re blue, but they have green swirls on them. The bush tends to grow near the river. When they''re ripe, the berries drop and the juices attract them like an angry swarm,¡± she said. That was some nice information to have. Someday, I¡¯d need to to find a bestiary about all the different types of beasts in Inoria along with the different plants and herbs. I thanked her for the advice and relaxed. The rest of the night saw adventurers come and go, the news of the rift acting like a kid poking the hornet''s nest of adventurers here in Edolus. I idly wondered if I¡¯d even be allowed to enter. I know that the adventurers'' guild rarely police their own outside of major crimes against the guild. It didn¡¯t mean that Brelten couldn¡¯t effectively ban people from the rift. Governments back on earth would quarantine areas that were dangerous to people. No reason it couldn¡¯t happen here. Before we left the village in the morning, we went to Volan¡¯s. The oni actually had other customers leaving his shop when we walked up. He saw us and waved us over with a big smile on his face. ¡°Business doing good, Volan?¡± I asked, already suspecting the answer. ¡°Doing good?! Hah! It¡¯s going great. Last night and this morning, there was a near-endless amount of sales. So many adventurers wanted their weapons sharpened and their straps repaired. A few plates dented back into shape. You get the idea. A discovery of a wild rift here is just about the best thing that could¡¯ve happened,¡± he babbled excitedly. Sam laughed and smiled at the exuberant man. ¡°Do you mind helping us out, then? We got some coin saved up and figured it never hurts to be prepared." ¡°Oh, you bet. Come on in. Just tell me what you¡¯re looking for,¡± he answered. Sam managed to complete her gear by adding a single iron plate shoulder pauldron. It covered part of her chest and her back as it went on top of her chainmail shirt. I got myself hard leather spaulders made of the same material as the rest of my leather armour. Now, the only unarmoured part of my arms was my elbow. I couldn¡¯t help myself and bought a black cowl. The hood took some finagling, but eventually, Volan just helped cut some holes in for my horns. Sam commented that I looked more like a rogue now, then turned around and asked if I was finally entering my edgy phase. At least I wasn¡¯t wearing a face mask that only showed my eyes. I wanted to get a face mask, but after her comment, I decided not to. Although, outside of completing my look, I figured a face mask could be practically useful in some situations. Sam¡¯s pauldron cost the most at around twenty silvers, the amount of metal raising the price. My leather spaulders and cowl only cost around fifteen. Wasn¡¯t the worst price to pay for real armour. They weren''t enchanted and made from basic materials. We both changed into our armour before we left the village. We now had a complete set of gear for both of us, and it felt great. The trip was mostly uneventful. For the first time in days, there were no monsters aggressively charging at us. I assumed that with the increased number of adventurers heading toward the rift, the forest was cleared inadvertently. The galu berries worked wonders. I couldn''t understand why. They were extremely bitter, and the aftertaste was like eating a warhead. It didn¡¯t stop the silverfish from swarming en masse. By the time we returned to Oleander''s, I carried fourteen fat fish in my inventory. After dropping them off to a thankful Bera, we decided it was time to head to the adventurers guild. Hopefully, Brelten could finally answer some questions. ---- When we entered the building, we found Brelten and Talis sitting down with a few adventurers. As we walked closer, I noticed one of the people was the lion beastkin from last night. Brelten turned towards us. "Cyrus, Sam, come sit. I¡¯d like to introduce you to Talon. These people will be spearheading the rift expedition." I sat down and looked over the table. There was one surprising fact. All the adventurers at the table were beastkin. Sitting to the right of the lion man was a female beastkin who looked like a snow leopard with golden spots. To the right of the woman were twin beastkins who looked like tigers. The first twin had gray metallic stripes, while the second had silver metallic stripes. And leaning against the wall was a bird-looking beastkin, with the head of a crow. His feathers were sable black, but the tips ended in a bright orange-red. The lion man turned towards me, his eyes solid orbs of charcoal. Unlike his companions, his vertical cat eyes seemed hidden in the light. There was silence as he stared. ¡°And why exactly are we looking at a couple of fledgling pearls, Brelten?¡± the man asked, disdain obvious in his voice. More than I wanted to be angry, I was more curious as to how he could tell Sam and I were pearls. I didn¡¯t see any activation of skill or feel any sort of magic. Whatever he did, I couldn¡¯t detect at all. Brelten frowned. ¡°Caldur, you will not be disrespectful to the people I choose. Especially not if I personally select them to be part of the expedition,¡± Brelten said sternly. After Brelten spoke his name, I realized that Talon was not the lion man¡¯s name. The name must be what this adventuring team was called. Caldur frowned even deeper. The woman to his right spoke first. ¡°What do you mean you select them for the expedition?! They are basically children. You want to send two untiered pearls into a max rank rift?! That''s insane. They wouldn¡¯t contribute anything. They¡¯ll die!¡± the woman shouted. The twins seemed like they were barely paying attention, and I couldn¡¯t read the expression on the other beastkin¡¯s face. I wasn¡¯t even sure that a crow could frown. Brelten didn¡¯t say anything, but his magic blanketed the room. I could feel an overwhelming pressure weighing on me. Looking over, team Talon squirmed in their seats. Their arms shook, and the birdman stood hunched over, no longer leaning on the wall casually. Sam didn¡¯t seem to be affected by the crushing pressure, either. Brelten¡¯s eyes were two blazing emeralds, radiating a feeling of extreme vitality. The pressure must have been Brelten¡¯s doing, and it looked like he excluded Sam and me from its pressure. This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. As Brelten¡¯s eyes dimmed, and I saw the beastkin stopped shaking and regain themselves. Clearing his throat, he gestured a hand at us. ¡°Enough, I¡¯ll remind you again, who is the guildmaster here. If I choose these two, then you have no ability or right to gainsay anything from me. I wouldn¡¯t just pick two pearls lightly. I, more than anyone here, know exactly how dangerous this rift is going to be. I need not explain why I, as a tier three retired adventurer, would know more than you children,¡± Brelten thundered. He put a special emphasis on the word children, which made me wonder just how old Brelten really was. He said tier three was something most people accomplished after several decades of hard work possibly a century of effort. It could be a very real possibility that Brelten was over one hundred years old. The fact that he still looked like a man in his mid-twenties really hammered in the fact that immortality existed in Inoria. ¡°Just tell me why you would choose them,¡± Caldur grunted out. His disdainful look was gone, but there was still obvious disapproval. Brelten looked at all of team Talon before looking back at me. ¡°Cyrus here is the only person currently in the village who can enter into the rift as a healer. Even untiered, his healing is powerful enough that it can still effectively heal tier-one individuals. Rely on potions all you want, but he has a full restoration as far as I know,¡± Brelten calmly explained. His words finally made the entirety of Talon pay attention to me. The lionman studied me like a predator watching prey while the woman continued to glare. The woman spoke up again. ¡°Even if that''s the case, why are we bringing her, then?¡± she asked as she pointed at Sam. Sam just waved back at her and smiled, ignoring the tension in the room. I decided to speak before Brelten could reply. ¡°Sorry, we''re currently a package deal. I¡¯m afraid the frail little me needs a bodyguard. And frankly, I don¡¯t know you." ¡°Meleena, calm down. If he can really heal us without having to waste medical supplies, then we can¡¯t say no.¡± Surprisingly it was the bird man who spoke. His voice was hard to describe. It came out with a slight chirp reminiscent of Zharia''s speech, but deeper. Melena, the snow-leopard beastkin, sat back in her chair, keeping her arms crossed with a half snarl on her face. This woman seemed volatile. Obviously the powderkeg in the group. Caldur clenched his fist but kept himself contained. The twins stared but it looked like they were fighting a smile from appearing on their faces. Brelten watched all this and sighed. ¡°Cyrus, Sam, I¡¯m not going to force you. If you don¡¯t want to be part of the expedition, then I¡¯ll find replacements. I want you to know this is extremely dangerous. We have no information on the wild rift. We can¡¯t tell what you¡¯ll face inside,¡± he said while staring at the both of us. I looked over and tried to see Sam¡¯s take on all this. Her eyes were narrowed, and her arms crossed. Annoyed but not fully dismissive. Not the worst assessment. ¡°And what exactly is team Talon¡¯s role in all this?¡± she asked neutrally. Caldur smacked his hand onto the tabletop. ¡°We''re the strongest team eligible to go inside! I¡¯ll be the leader of the rift team. Some of us actually have to contribute. We can¡¯t all be special and get a free ride." Sam turned towards Brelten, ignoring the angry beastkin. ¡°Is this how we''re going to be treated if we go with them? I¡¯m not inclined to deal with a kitty-cat with anger issues." I half expected Caldur and Meleena to jump across the table. Instead, they both had their claws out, digging deep furrows into the wood. It was only after seeing a glowing emerald light in the corner of my eye that I understood why they hadn¡¯t. No matter how angry they were, Brelten scared them into inaction. Brelten stood up, his large form looming over the adventurers. ¡°Firstly, Caldur will not be the leader of the expedition. That job will be handled by a selected adventurer of the guild. I sent out an emergency missive yesterday, and they should be arriving within a week''s time. Secondly, all of you stop provoking each other. I will not have my adventurers squabbling like children during this rift!¡± Brelten said, his last statement booming inside the guild hall. He wasn¡¯t done. ¡°Thirdly, I will not hesitate to remove people who refuse to cooperate during the mission. And if I ever find out that you recklessly endangered the team while inside, I¡¯ll demote you to pearls with a ban from promotion for the next two years.¡± Nobody said anything for a long while. His baleful eyes squashed any argument. Poor Talis, his presence entirely forgotten during the conversation, held onto what looked like a clipboard and papers as if his life depended on it. With one last sweep across the room, Brelten snorted then sat back down. ¡°Cyrus, Sam, meet me here before noon tomorrow. I have other meetings to attend for the rest of the day,¡± he said. Suddenly, a purple light started showing from underneath his robe. He pulled out an intricate-looking necklace. There were three rings of silver connected together by thin metal rods. In the middle of the rings was a large purple gemstone cut into the shape of a diamond. ¡°Talis, go grab the two red leather books on my desk. Hand them to Cyrus and Sam. I have a call to take.¡± Brelten promptly left the room and walked downstairs with Talis in tow. Team Talon all stood up and began exiting the building. We still received pointed looks from Caldur and Meleena. The twins gave us two thumbs up before following them. But as we watched, crow beastkin stopped in front of us. ¡°I would say not to worry about them, but they are as prideful as they come,¡± he said solemnly. I crossed my arms. ¡°Are you saying they would do something to us? And why are you telling us this? They¡¯re your teammates." He didn¡¯t respond immediately and stared at me with two orange eyes. Looking closer, it wasn''t that his eyes were merely orange in color but looked as if tiny flames danced inside his skull. Without any words, he began fiddling with the robe he was wearing. He turned around so that his back was towards us and lowered his robe till it rested at his waist. Sam audibly gasped. I couldn¡¯t fault her for the noise, either. On his back, where a pair of wings would normally be on a bird, were two raised bumps. The skin looked healed over, so the injury must have happened a while ago. He raised his robe and retied the knots. When he turned towards us, his eyes were positively luminous. ¡°I was once a proud son of the skies. Where once I thought to soar above the clouds, I am now sentenced to forever walk behind their prideful backs. They will not openly pursue you, but two fledgling pearls dying in a rift¡­ Just stay near the representative Brelten chooses. Even they wouldn''t dare shame themselves to the guild." He walked out the next moment, leaving us silent and partially stunned. Sam found her voice first. ¡°That''s... cruel. Do you think he¡¯s their slave?¡± she asked, disgust dripping in her voice. I shook my head. ¡°Does the guild allow that? The primer went hardcore on the freedom to choose. And did you see how he talked to the woman? If he was there slave, I don''t think the she-beast would so easily listen. Not like that." "Maybe," she admitted. There were sounds of someone walking up the steps behind us. Talis came jogging up carrying two small journal-sized books. ¡°Here you guys go,¡± Talis said as he handed us a book each. Inspecting it, it was really just a cherry red coloured book. Not even an inch thick. Turning it over a few times, I eventually summoned Chomperz. Talis just stared in wide-eyed befuddlement as Chomperz chomped down on the journal, swallowing it whole. His teeth clacking together made a clacking sound that echoed throughout the room. The little guy waved his stubby arm at me before flying back into my chest. ¡°What a strange storage skill,¡± Talis muttered. I could only smirk. ¡°So, what are those books? I¡¯m going to assume it''s something about rifts,¡± I asked. ¡°Hmm, oh yes. Those are primers about basic rift knowledge. Some of the pages have illustrations to help you familiarize yourself more with the nuances of rifts,¡± he said after regaining his composure. ¡°Thank you for bringing us this. Here, give me a second,¡± I said before summoning my Trickster¡¯s Treats pouch. I pulled open the strings and chuckled as I saw a look of glee on Talis¡¯s face. I motioned for him to go ahead, and he reached his hand in carefully. The elf got lucky. He pulled out a clear bag of jellybeans, a bag of gummy worms, and what was obviously a popcorn ball. At that moment, he looked like a child, staring at his candy in wonder. ¡°Damn, our first haul was bullshit,¡± Sam grumbled. I had to agree with her. So far, everyone else has received way better loot than us. Talis turned and grasped my hands. ¡°Oh, thank you, thank you. You beautiful felkin. I have no idea what these things are, but if they are anything like last time, I can¡¯t wait to find out,¡± he gushed. Not that I thought giving candy to people who never had candy before wasn''t amazing. It only took one look at the poor elf to see how stressed he was. I smiled and patted his shoulder. If it helped him deal with the stress then I did my good deed for the day. After stealing a couple of jellybeans, we went back to Oleander''s and dived into our new books. After about two hours, we both finished reading and relaxed. I understood now why Brelten said we would most likely die if we went in alone. I also inadvertently learned about dungeons from a tangent comparison between the two. Dungeons were literally just mini pocket dimensions that hosted a specific theme of monsters. They could come in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes, a dungeon would just be an open plain that had different monsters and monster tribes scattered around. Other times, it¡¯d be a long descent into the earth filled with nests of underground dwelling creepy crawlies. They were, for all intents and purposes, miniature realms of existence that spawned loot and monsters alike. Our own local dungeon was a massive cavern with an underground lake. Inside the dungeon, one could find all the fauna usually found in the Yidelwoods, along with fish-like monsters living in the lake. The main central island housed three different tribes of fishlike humanoids. The tribes would have their own elite pair, a priest and a chieftain. There has been a confirmation of a massive eel-like creature that resides deeper in the southern river but was rarely seen. The rifts, though, were dungeons but worse. A rift was a pocket dimension like dungeons. Unlike dungeons, rifts had what they lacked: scenario-driven objectives. It was where the game-like aspect of the system finally came into play. All the illustrations in the book showed different scenarios inside documented rifts. We could literally be dropped into a crazy maze filled with mirrors and fog and monsters. Or we might even spawn in on something called a defensive rift. A popular known example where you had to defend a structure like a castle or even a village from increasingly larger and meaner waves of monsters. And the biggest thing about rifts was the ability to be granted a perk. Dungeons can drop stones via chests or drops. Rifts could award you skills, perks, and enchanted gear along with the fabled Legacy mark. It was why the adventurers got super excited about the news of a wild rift spawning. Wild rifts could only be cleared once before disappearing and appearing somewhere else in the world. Whoever Brelten chose to send could be the sole people who will ever manage to clear the rift in this part of the world or even this lifetime. And for that reason alone, he had to balance the ego''s and upcoming anger from those who weren''t picked to clear the rift. The second half of the primer discussed the difficulty and showed illustrations depicting how to tell the difference. Rifts came in five levels of challenge. These difficulties were represented by the colour of the portals. White meant the rift was weaker than the average. Green was an average rift with a danger level appropriate for that tier. Blue represented a hard or challenging difficulty, while purple represented a very challenging difficulty. And finally, pink, the colour of the wild rift, warned adventurers of an extreme challenge. One meant to test the limits of the tiers and push them beyond it. It was daunting. The information slid into my brain but it reminded me of studying for midterms all over again. and things did not bode well for the expedition team. While thinking about it, the name seemed very fitting. We would essentially be going in blind. We would have no idea what sort of rift and what sort of challenge would be expected of us. And to deal with a hostile team of adventurers throughout it all? Flat-out depressing. I was punched hard on my shoulder. I stared at the pale skin and then at Sam¡¯s meaty blue fist. ¡°Hey! That¡¯s going to leave one hell of a bruise, Sammy,¡± I complained. Sam raised her fist at me threateningly. ¡°None of that. Don¡¯t even start with the Sammy nonsense,¡± she warned. I stuck out my tongue and grumbled. ¡°I know that face you were making. Just stop it. I don¡¯t plan on dying, and neither do you.¡± ¡°I know. It¡¯s just a lot to take in. I keep forgetting how little we know. We''re children Sam, children in a world of monsters and now we have to learn all this... Crap and survive. I don''t like it. It makes me feel weak,¡± I admitted. She shrugged her shoulders. Her hand was idly tracing the cover of her book. "So what if it takes some hours of study? We''re going to be immortal, Cy. We¡¯re going to be badass immortals. Sure, we¡¯re weak now. Doesn¡¯t mean I don¡¯t expect us to be doing some anime-level type bullshit in the future,¡± she said. ¡°Uhuh, sure, totally,¡± I said sarcastically. She turned and looked at me with annoyance. Then, her face broke out into a cheeky grin. ¡°What now?¡± I groaned. ¡°Well¡­ You know¡­¡± ¡°Get on with it.¡± ¡°I know your evolution is more involved than most races,¡± she said slowly. I narrowed my eyes and started tapping my fingers on the table. ¡°And where are you going with this?¡± I asked her testily. At this point, her large canines were on full display. Her stupid grin split her face. ¡°We both know you''re going to take every chance you can get. You were always too stubborn to accept being the short king that you really are,¡± she finished in a teasing voice. I stared at her from across the table, completely silent. Her smile never waned. After ten seconds of utter silence, I burst into laughter. It wasn¡¯t a chuckle or a few hahas; it was the chest-deep belly-aching kind of laughter. People in the room stared but I ignored them. After wiping a few tears from my eyes, I slumped back into my chair. Sam¡¯s silly comment loosened an unknown tension in my shoulders. ¡°I hate you.¡± ¡°Phssh, bish, please. You love me. Wouldn¡¯t have stuck by me all those years if that was true. Especially not after counting all the times I ended up puking on you.¡± ¡°Through hell and highwaters, yeah?¡± ¡°Mhhhm.¡± ¡°Love you, Sam. Thanks for that. Didn¡¯t even know I needed it.¡± ¡°Anytime. I¡¯ll always be ready if you need me to knock you down a peg or two.¡± We didn¡¯t continue talking. There was no need to. It was one of the few perks granted from being best friends. With all the craziness our lives have been, despite the short time we¡¯ve actually spent in this world, it was easy to forget our lives from before. Days on end, never knowing when Sam¡¯s health would take that final irreversible dive, each round of chemo being another trip to hell for the both of us. Things were amazing now, scary for sure but amazing. A new lease on life And I didn¡¯t plan on dying to some stupid rift in the middle of nowhere. The system thought I was to become some powerful Lord of Spirits, and I might as well live up to those expectations. Through hell and highwaters. Chapter 13: The Caravan Has Arrived Four days passed in a frenzied blink. The rift was the talk of the entire town, similar to watching a hive of disturbed hornets. On the second day, the adventuring party that initially discovered the rift disappeared. Since the portal locked itself shut, it wasn''t hard to deduce what they decided to do. Brelten was furious but resigned. When asked, he explained that he expected it to happen despite the numerous warnings. At the end of the day, adventurers were independent people, and the temptation of a wild rift proved too much. Three hours later, the portal visually changed and unlocked itself. Just like that, five mid tier-one adventurers were dead. It made people much more wary of the rift, but people didn¡¯t seem to give the dead much thought. They were idiots and went inside alone in a rift that accepted up to fifteen people. Wary glances eyed the portal but it didn''t stop the hungry gleam in their eyes. During those four days, Sam and I went out on patrol with the trio a few times. They told us Cedric was happy; apparently, with all the people heading into the forest, the number of attacks had dwindled. I wasn¡¯t called in to heal at any point and only healed some minor scratches for a group we caught turning in for the day. We did manage to score two tier-one emberboars, along with a single drop snake. It wasn¡¯t the highest yield we¡¯ve ever gotten, but the coins clanked in our growing pouches. On the fifth day, things changed. We were in the guild hall, talking to people and hearing their stories. There was some disapproval from the groups, but most welcomed us in a friendly manner. Apparently, news of me healing the guards had spread. Most likely from the mouths of the guards themselves. They were ecstatic to have a bit of a safety net in terms of injuries and more than a few prodded me for free healing for their teams. Beyond Talon, adventurers were a friendly bunch, and only a few people were serious in their attempts to recruit me. Those I brushed off, which wasn''t hard with Brelten around. Around two in the afternoon, a rising shadow engulfed the left wall of the room. Credit to the adventurers, they wasted no time in pulling out their weapons and preparing their skills. From the shadows came a man who split himself from the wall. He was of average height but dressed in full black leather,f ace covered up. His eyes were like black holes, absorbing all light. They reminded me of Caldur¡¯s eyes, but with a distinct difference. While Caldur had pitch-black eyes the colour of coal, this man seemed to be swallowing any light that entered near his face. There was no reflection to be seen. ¡°Well then. Not the reception I was expecting. I¡¯m not sure Brelten would like it if I sliced up some rookies,¡± the man said, his voice echoing strangely. It was almost like two voices were speaking at once, one slightly delayed after the other. The man pulled out two obsidian daggers that left black streaks in their wake. Enchanted weapons, they had to be. Suddenly, Talis¡¯ loud voice could be heard shouting over everyone. ¡°STOP! He¡¯s one of us!¡± Talis yelled frantically. Several of the adventurers who looked towards Talis when he shouted turned their heads back to the shadow man. On his right breast, pinned to his leather armour, was a diamond-shaped topaz. If I remembered correctly, it meant that this man was at least tier two. Realizing the man¡¯s rank, several of the adventurers lowered their weapons. Some, but not all. ¡°Talis, it¡¯s been a while, hasn¡¯t it?¡± the man said. His daggers returned to their sheaths, but he didn¡¯t move an inch afterwards. ¡°Isaac, stop scaring them. I¡¯m assuming if you¡¯re here, then the rest is about an hour behind?¡± Talis said, ignoring Isaac¡¯s greeting. With a blink, the man was gone from the wall. Suddenly, he appeared next to the elf with his arm over his shoulder. Was that teleportation? ¡°They pulled their weapons first. And yes, they are. They stayed behind to escort the caravan,¡± Isaac replie, ignoring the glares sent his way. Sam leaned closer and whispered. ¡°Did the rogue just use a stereotypical shadow blink?¡± I fought to hide my snort and inwardly chuckled. A rogue using shadow powers was pretty cliche. I leaned closer to move my mouth to her ear. ¡°Don¡¯t knock it if it works. We both know full well that we¡¯d kill for that ability." "I bet you would, you edge-lord." Talis disappeared downstairs, leaving Isaac leaning on the front desk. Everyone else in the room settled down, but the whispers started flying. Isaac met my eyes and stared back. He looked over at Sam and then back at me. I couldn¡¯t see much due to his hood and mask, but he seemed to almost... Frown? Brelten¡¯s footsteps boomed from down the stairwell. Before we even saw him, his voice bellowed. ¡°Isaac, did you draw your weapons on my adventurers?¡± Isaac actually stopped leaning on the desk and stood ramrod straight. Brelten walked up and leaned menacingly over him. ¡°Did you, a tier two adventurer, actually draw your weapons on a bunch of tier ones? You, of all people. Have my teachings been so poor that you¡¯d actually feel threatened by them?¡± Brelten spat. ¡°Uh¡­ No Uncle. I wasn¡¯t threatened by them. I was just, uh, making an entrance,¡± Isaac stammered out. Brelten snorted, and I think I heard him mutter ''brat'' under his breath. He clapped his hands and faced everyone else still in the room. ¡°All right, you heard him. The trade caravan will be arriving shortly. That means restocking. And if you want to potentially meet some well-known tier two adventurers, come to the village gate in an hour,¡± he instructed before leaving the room and heading back downstairs. The whispers ceased and excitement took the crowd. "Bera''s cooking and wait?" I asked. Sam shrugged. "Sounds good." We ended up eating seared fish fillets. Bera winked at us and said enjoy before going back to the kitchen to pull out even more plates. It was truly a really good meal. I didn¡¯t know what exact fruits and vegetables they had in this world, but it looked like most of the same stuff on Earth was found here just different. The fish was seasoned with butter, lemon juice, salt, pepper, and garlic. We were served some fried asparagus as well or at least what I thought was aspargus. Instead of green the stems were dark blue and faintly sweet. We stuffed ourselves silly and sat back in our chairs. "This''ll never get old," Sam burped. "Do you think its magic making everything so delicious? Or our new bodies?" "Both. Also Bera. If it was just magic, spit-roasted fish would taste better than it does," I countered. "Probably right. I mean, you were always a good cook but not on this level." "Fine. You can cook for yourself next time. WIthout! My seasoning pouch." Sam leaned forward. "Hey! You only have that because I convinced you to go to a party. And I was complimenting you!" "And we both know what happened because you wanted to pilfer some candy," I teased. "I''m not hearing you complain. Oh no I get magic powers. Boohooo," she mocked. Suddenly she leaned forward with a shit-eating grin. "I just had the best idea!" I''m not liking this already. "Lay it on me," I sighed. "Cooking. Magic. Cooking familiar!" I flicked her nose and sat back. "Or I don''t waste one of my precious slots and spend some of my long-spanning immortal future learning to cooking better. I''ll even give you the scraps, ain''t I generous?" "Deal!" I sighed. We traded banter for banter and passed the hour. People came and went, having the same idea of filling their bellies before rushing out. But Bera handled it on like a pro, never tiring and running the crowd singlehandedly. With satisfied bellies, we finally headed to the entrance of the village. Walking up, you could see plenty of people. There was a decent-sized crowd. Searching around, I spotted a few familiar faces. Cedric stuck out like a sore thumb, surrounded by guards yet avoided by the adventurers like a leper. Lena¡¯s trio of guards stood with him. It made sense that the captain would be waiting for the caravans. I approached and asked what they were doing. In hindsight I should have expected the answer. The caravans, according to Cedric, meant that he¡¯d finally have supplies for his people. I¡¯m sure he appreciated having a restock of healing potions. Having to rely on me to take care of every injury had to feel limiting to the captain. I was, at best, an unstable source of healing. After all, you don¡¯t have to worry about potions and bandages disappearing into the woods unexpectedly. We moved on and found Brelten standing and discussing something with Talis. I wanted to know more about the man from before, so I made my way over to them. Brelten rattled off instructions that Talis furiously scribbled onto his clipboard before the guildmaster turned and greeted us. ¡°Good, you¡¯re here. I assume you have some questions?¡± He started speaking before I could actually ask anything. ¡°Short and simple is that I know the team escorting the caravan. I was one of their trainers back when they were just starting out. Haven¡¯t seen them in awhile, but it looks like they haven¡¯t been slacking in the slightest. You couldn¡¯t feel it, but the rogue from before, Isaac, was tier two, rank three. Last I saw him was a year ago, and he had a ways to go.¡± Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. It was enough information to digest for a moment. Unless that man was a Reborn, then that level of growth was astounding. If tier three is considered the unclimbable peak, then tier two was the long hike up. From what I remembered from the primer, reaching tier three from tier two could easily take decades and more. The sheer amount of energy and time needed to form one¡¯s mana core was what slowed people¡¯s progress at tier two. I was also very curious as to what kind of adventurers would Brelten personally train. He also mentioned that the team was well-known. I doubted it, but I could only hope that they were nothing like Team Talon. The town''s too small to handle any more egos that big. Brelten looked around the crowd slowly, his eyes stopping at every adventurer. Following his gaze, I noticed that people had their adventuring badges out. I popped mine out of my inventory and pinned it in place near my collar. He saw what I did and smiled approvingly. ¡°Tier two draws eyes. You especially don¡¯t get to tier two as fast as they did without having garnered as much attention as they did. There¡¯s also the factor of who the people are that makes up the team. I won¡¯t explain, but I¡¯m sure Theodore would be willing to answer if you asked. Theodore is their leader, and well, you¡¯ll recognize him right away. That boy hasn¡¯t known the meaning of incognito since his birth,¡± he explained, with a bit of warm pride bleeding into his words. We waited. Thankfully, the silence didn¡¯t last long. A commotion stirred from outside the gate. It looked like some of the people spotted the caravan. I had to do a double-take because the trees shifted. The entire trunk of a few trees seemed to slide away into a line, leaving a paved dirt road in their wake. ¡°Ohoho, looks like we finally got the earth mages to come,¡± Brelten commented. Was that what caused the trees to move? People cried out in alarm. I had to hold in a gasp as a bear taller than Brelten on all fours lumbered out of the tree line. It had a coat of honey-brown fur with large golden swirls covering its body. It looked like a super-sized grizzly bear that''d fit inside a dinosaur book. On top of the bear sat a broad-shouldered man in full plate. His armour shined metallic white with gold trim. He wasn¡¯t wearing a helmet, so I could see his face. He looked like what I imagined people had in mind when they describe their prince charming in shining armour. The man looked human, albeit an incredibly handsome human. His hair tucked neatly in; short and sandy blonde. He had piercing blue eyes with what looked like a glowing ring of gold around his iris. Sam wrestled my attention away from prince charming by grabbing my arm and pretending to fan her face. ¡°He looks a lot like a bearded Chris Hemsworth. Do you think he has lightning powers, too?¡± Sam asked jokingly. I snorted in response. I had to assume this was Theodore. Brelten¡¯s comment about his lack of subtlety made more sense now. The giant bear released a large, rumbling roar. You could see visible wind being created from the force of the cry. ¡°Hello everyone! Please make some room,¡± the man shouted, his voice warm and rich. I noticed that the rest of the caravan exiting the tree line, but I was focused on the giant bear padding its way in my direction. Everybody scrambled out of the bear¡¯s path, probably inclined to not being squished by its giant paws. I was forced into paralysis as the bear came extremely close. Its nose twitched as it sniffed me, and I could feel its hot breath blanket my face. Yet I wasn''t terrified. Maybe you are insane, Cyrus. My muscles started to tense, but I didn¡¯t move because I knew this thing could easily bite me in half if it wanted to. I couldn¡¯t even spare a glance at Sam to see how she was reacting. The bear took one last huff and turned its large, furred muzzle away. Unlike me, where I was just sniffed, Brelten got a different treatment from the bear. Within seconds, the giant creature resembled less a jurassic beast and more a giant puppy. Brelten stood like a statue as the bear used its enormous tongue and licked him head to toe. Eventually, Brelten wrestled its muzzle shut and pushed it away. He looked up and glared at the armoured rider. ¡°I wasn¡¯t expecting Arturous to grow so big. And I definitely did not need a bath, Theodore,¡± Brelten said with mock annoyance in his voice. Theodore jumped down from Arturous¡¯ back, walked up, and gave Brelten a hug. Brelten returned it reluctantly. Brelten pushed him back after a moment and scowled at Theodore¡¯s beaming face. ¡°I forgot just how touchy-feely you can be. An unfortunate trait from your parents.¡± Theodore laughed in response before sidestepping to his left and snaking out his arm. He grabbed what I could only describe as tangible shadows and lifted up a person. It was the man from before. ¡°Isaac, stop hiding in my shadow. He could sense you the moment I exited the tree line,¡± Theodore lectured. He dropped Isaac, and the rogue landed on his feet. He retreated and made sure that Theodore was in between him and Brelten before he waved at the guild master. ¡°Uh, hello there. I knew you noticed me, so I didn¡¯t see any reason to come out. Was totally not hiding from you, I swear,¡± Isaac rushed. Brelten narrowed his eyes and stared down at the rogue. Honestly, the stare was so good that I even saw a few other adventurers trying to make themselves small. Isaac looked like he was slowly trying to sink into the ground. Wait... It wasn¡¯t that he looked like he was trying to sink into the ground; he was sinking into the ground. As he lowered to his waist, a slender pale arm landed on Isaac¡¯s shoulders and pulled him back up. The hand belonged to a green-haired elven woman. Silk-like, cobalt colored robes draped off her frabe. Her high cheekbones and slim face radiated a cold beauty. With a strength that betrayed her slim, thin arms, she held Isaac up by the collar like one would a naughty kitten. ¡°And why exactly is Isaac trying to run away from you, Uncle Brelten? What did he do this time?¡± she asked, her voice authoritative and stern. Brelten crossed his arms, his face a mask of amusement. ¡°Hello to you too, Celanae. I see that your worries about your mana mutation were unfounded. They look beautiful, like shining amethysts,¡± Brelten smiled. Celanae blushed before raising the rogue higher and shaking him lightly. ¡°I¡¯m sorry for not greeting you first. Hello, and thank you for the compliment. But seriously, why is he running away from you like you are some sort of hellish beast?¡± Celanae asked. She scowled down at Isaac, and he returned her fierce gaze with a weak smile. Brelten put a finger on his chin and assumed a thoughtful pose. ¡°Hmm, it might be because I threatened to retrain him and correct his lack of discipline." The three of them shuddered. And I understood why. If their training was anything like Brelten''s, I''m sure they had their horror stories. Celanae facepalmed herself with her free hand and dragged it down her face. ¡°What did he do to warrant such a threat?¡± she bit out. ¡°Oh, you know. Casually popping out of the walls of the guildhall and surprising everybody there. Then he decided to pull out his weapons and off-handedly threatened to slice them to bits. It just so happened that not a single person there was tier two. Caused poor Talis to suffer heartburn from the stressful situation,¡± he answered. By the end of his words, Isaac¡¯s teammates gave the rogue death glares. Half the crowd was focused intently on the four of them. Another part was too busy side-eyeing the giant bear, who sat sitting upright and resting its front legs at its side. By now, four large wagons had parked just outside the city gates. Where horses would have been were instead cow-sized giant lizards. Their hides varied, some red while others yellow or orange. But their color remained stable with only a light speckling around their necks to break the pattern. Celanae silently handed Isaac to Theodore, and the plated man slung the rogue over his shoulders. ¡°Where would you like to bury the body, Uncle?¡± ¡°Hey! You traitors! Don¡¯t write me off as dead yet!¡± Isaac shouted. Brelten chuckled before replying. ¡°You can all go eat at Oleander''s first. I need to talk to the person the guild sent. Meet me in the guildhall in about an hour and a half,¡± he said. His arms returned to his sides, and he stood up straight, regaining his seriousness. ¡°I¡¯m assuming the other two are the ones hiding behind the building to my left.¡± Celanae turned around and saw two heads peeking behind the building¡¯s walls. She audibly sighed before turning back towards Brelten. ¡°I apologize for their cowardice, Uncle Brelten. Sometimes I feel like Arturous is the only brave one in the party." Arturous responded with a rumbling roar as it lumbered its way to Theodore. Brelten gave the bear a few hearty pats on the back as it walked past him. ¡°I¡¯ll let the lack of greetings slide for now, but if I don¡¯t see you in my guildhall, I¡¯ll hunt you all down. And I¡¯ll force you to join Isaac when we spar,¡± Brelten shouted, his voice directed at the two people hiding. In a scramble. two people rushed out from behind the building. I focused on the shortest person first. I¡¯m pretty sure she was shorter than me by a few inches. Without any distinguishing markers, she looked like a human woman. What was surprising was she was one of the first genuinely darker-skinned people I¡¯ve seen since transporting worlds. I don¡¯t know if it was the region we were in or if the humans of this world tended to lean towards pale skin tones, but the darkest I¡¯ve ever saw was a golden-tan. She had skin of rich copper with her hair was done in box braids, the colour of snow. She was dressed in charcoal-black leather armour, but I saw no weapon. And her eyes. Like most higher-tiered people, her eyes were not the same boring shades that I was used to on Earth. They were storm grey, with what looked like arcs of brilliant blue-white electricity flashing across her pupil. The last person lumbered over; a blue-skinned oni. I wanted to assume he was also water-aligned like Sam, but I wasn¡¯t so sure. While Sam¡¯s skin was ocean blue, his was a light sky blue. His horn was also different from Volan¡¯s or Sam''s; his horn ended in a more blade-like edge. Along with a massive sword strapped to his back, he wore a combination of leather and simple frabric sporting an open shirt. The two rushed forward and gave Brelten a quick bow as he walked off while shaking his head. They all had the diamond-shaped topaz pin on their chest. A real tier two adventuring team. Theodore looked at the growing crowd of people hovering slightly away from the bear. He clapped his hands loudly. ¡°I can see some curious faces here. If you want, we¡¯ll be grabbing some food at Oleanders. You can ask us any questions while we¡¯re there." Without a word, the group and the bear started walking down the street. Isaac remained slumped like a sack of potatoes over Theodore¡¯s shoulder while he argued with the other two members. ¡°Not what I thought,¡± Sam said. ¡°Huh?¡± I asked. ¡°Those guys, they seem a tad¡­ eccentric.¡± I gave it some thought, and it was a decently accurate descriptor. ¡°Yeah, they are. I want to know what''s up with that giant bear, though.¡± ¡°Parents thought a puppy was too basic?¡± she replied while shrugging her shoulders. ¡°I¡¯ll go with the strange child who rescues the newly motherless animal scenario. Instant loyal companion for life.¡± She nodded her head seriously. I looked towards the village gate and saw Cedric and the guards carrying heavy wooden crates back into the village. Brelten stood apart from the crowd, conversing with a short, hefty man wearing colorful robes. The other people who didn¡¯t follow the adventuring team were crowded around a boisterous woman laying out assorted goods on a table. ¡°What do you wanna do first? Grill the celebrities or look at new items?¡± I whispered. ¡°They¡¯re probably being annoyingly bombarded by people right now. Let¡¯s just see if we can buy anything interesting,¡± Sam replied. Chapter 14: A Match Between Mentor and Student As we walked closer to the lady selling items, I caught the tail end of her words. "-And that is why today, we''re adding a special bonus! Whenever you make a purchase, you''ll get a randomly selected ether storm enchanted item, FOR FREE!" she shouted, with all the gusto of a confident car salesman. "Aren''t most ether storm items completely useless?" I asked out loud, without thinking. The salesgirl turned my way and gave me an exaggerated wink. She cleared her throat before addressing the crowd. "Yes, most of the items will have little actual use. BUT! That doesn''t mean you can''t win something amazing. Half the fun is taking that chance and the thrill of being a lucky winner." The crowd showed a surprising amount of excitement. It looks like people love gambling no matter what world or realm you find yourself in. I gave half of our coin to Sam, and we both set off to see everything on display. As we walked around the large table, more tables were being set up, along with stands for weapons and armor. There was some really cool stuff on display. It wasn''t entirely mundane. Some of the gear looked enchanted, at least judging off the colorful glow shimmering across the items. And while I hungered to own magic items, they were beyond out of my price range. I even saw a few skill stones for sale. One of the most expensive stones was a high, high-tier skill stone called Oblivion''s Fallen Star. It''s purple, so dark it was almost black; the crystal radiated an ominous crimson glow. I couldn''t tell what kind of mana type the skill was, but it looked scary. In the end, I didn''t really find anything I wanted that I could afford. At the last minute, I did a double check on a stall that had caught my eye but was too crowded with people. The crowd had moved on and I approached, inspecting the items. On the third table was a small clay pot with an interesting tag. It was labeled as a weapon maintenance gell. The man who was staffing the table walked over with a smile. "Are you looking to buy that, sir?" "Maybe. It''s just that I don''t know what this is exactly," I admitted. The man nodded and gestured to a nearby sword. "It''s a special mixture made from a tier one slime monster extract. One applies the gell-like blade oil. The gell sharpens, cleans, and repairs the blade it is used on," he explained. It wasn''t something absolutely life-changing, but it was a handy convenience. I was curious about how they extracted the reagents. To my knowledge, dungeon monsters dissolve within a few minutes after death. I picked up the little grey pot and weighed it in my hand. "I think I''ll take it," I decided. I ended up paying fifteen silver for the weapon gell. I still had around thirty silver, but it wasn''t enough for anything extraordinary and enchanted. When I handed the man the coin, he held up a small bowl with different slips of paper in it. He explained that if I went to the main table, they''d have an attendant who would let me exchange my slip for a free item. I wandered around some while waiting for Sam. She eventually came over carrying three small bottles in her hands. She handed me one before she put the other two in her storage. I held the bottle up to the light; the bottle was made of clear glass and shaped like a teardrop. No bigger than my palm, the liquid was so clear that it made the bottle appear empty. "What''s this?" I asked curiously. "Scent remover," Sam replied. I squinted my eyes and saw a barely visible shimmer in the liquid. It only showed when the light hit the bottle just right. "Define scent remover." She shrugged. "Completely removes your smell. Apparently, the liquid is very popular. Adventurers use it after being covered in blood and guts for a few hours. Figured it wouldn''t hurt to have them." "Cool, thanks." "No problem, so what did you get?" I showed her the weapon gel and explained what it was for. She agreed the price was reasonable enough. "Do you think it''d do any good for my hammer?" she asked while sniffing the slimy substance. "Maybe? I don''t think you''d get anything out of the sharpening feature, but I''m sure the repair and coating would do you some good." "Hmm, do we have any spare coins then? I think I''ll go buy myself some. I can even get a second bonus item that way." I handed over the remaining pouch of coins and pointed her toward the right table. She finished her purchase, and we finally walked over to the main table. By far, the main table had the most people around it. I already checked on my first pass around, and the table held the most expensive items on display. Sam looked longingly at a beautifully carved hammer. The weapon was enchanted with weightlessness and supersize. I could tell Sam was envisioning herself running around smacking things into craters like a cartoon villian. Dragging her away from her fantasy, we finally walked up to the attendant handing out the bonus prizes. "Hello there! I can hand out your free enchanted item if you made any purchases today. Just need your slips," the woman greeted. I handed over my single slip, and Sam handed over her two slips. The woman thanked us for our patronage and disappeared momentarily into one of the carts. She returned, gave us our items with slips of paper, and moved on to the people waiting behind us. We walked into the woods away from the noise before settling next to a stream. Sam flopped onto the grass and sighed as I joined her. "So you first, what did you win?" I asked. She held up a simple silver earring, along with what looked like a bag of marbles. "The earring is basically a mood ring, and these marbles return to the bag when I close it. I can see why they were willing to give them out as a free bonus," she said dejectedly. I laughed at her lack of enthusiasm. To be honest, I never expected anything amazing, but at least they would make for good children''s toys. I opened up the little slip of paper I got with the item and read it. "The mask is called Ink Master''s Mask of Expression," I explained. I examined the mask in my hand. It was just a blank white oval with random splotches of ink pooled in the middle. It looked like somebody made a portable Rorschach test. There were no straps attached, and the paper said it adheres to the face at will. There were no breathing holes or eyeslits, but it mentioned that I wouldn''t have any issues seeing, smelling, or breathing with the mask on. Slowly, I raised the mask to my face, and I felt it lock into place. My vision went dark for a few seconds, but after a moment, I could see as if I had nothing covering my eyes. I couldn''t even feel the mask, and my lungs sucked in air without obstruction. There was a feeling that the mask shared a very, very faint connection to my mana pool. Did the mask work via connecting to my mana? Interesting. "Dude, you look like a squid splooged on your face," Sam commented. "Thanks for putting that image in my head," I said dryly. She raised her eyebrows. "That was strange to look at. The inkblot on the mask shifted into a large frowny face." I blinked. It looks like the ink also worked subconsciously. I tried to picture a question mark appearing. "Did it work?" "Are you trying to look like a two-bit batman villian?" she asked. I replied by making a checkmark symbol. "Yeah, no, that''s going to get really annoying very fast." I chuckled. And I could tell my mask was laughing with me, considering the faces Sam was giving me. "I like this a lot. Looks like I''m three for zero on cool loot." "Yay for you," she grumbled. --------- We stood a few dozen meters in front of the village. Brelten ended up enlisting the help of the two earth magic specialists that arrived with the caravan. He had them clear out a massive circle, creating a wide-open field. Besides a few large rocks, the soccer field of dirt remained unblemished. It looked like the entire village had come out to watch the showdown between Brelten and Isaac. Even the guards were there, running a loose perimeter, helping keep people organized, and not stepping on each other''s toes. Brelten stood casually inside the circle, not moving an inch. Isaac brushed off the half-hearted pats on the back from his team members. The crowd grew silent as Isaac took a deep breath and strutted into the circle, standing just opposite Brelten. They stood only a dozen yards apart. Isaac pulled out his weapons and got into a low crouch. Brelten merely smirked. "Are you ready to prove that you''ve done more than slack off?" Brelten asked. Isaac growled. "Slacking off? Never Old Man! We''ve worked our asses off for years. I know you can feel what rank we are, don''t even joke about that!" If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. "You''re right; I''m sorry for insinuating, even if it was in jest. I know exactly how hard you guys have been working," Brelten said. His eyes started glowing like a blazing green fire flickered behind his eyes. "I''m proud of each and every one of you." Isaac seemed slightly stunned at the admission. His tense posture temporarily went slack. Brelten startled him back into high alert by banging his shield a few times. The loud ringing tone echoed across the silent crowd. "In acknowledgment of your efforts, I''ll finally stop limiting myself to tier two," Brelten spoke, his words carrying a weird sense of finality. That familiar crushing pressure pushed against me. A flash of images reminding me of a giant world tree looming over the lands blitz across my mind. Brelten now emitted a tangible aura, his whole body casting an emerald glow. He remained as still as a statue, his head held tall, and shoulders relaxed. Isaac must have finally decided that Brelten wouldn''t make the first move and started things off. He slashed his right hand forward, and a dagger made of shadows flew out. Brelten smacked it away with his shield, treating the conjured blades little more than one would a pesky fly. Isaac slashed twice with both daggers, sending out four projectiles. Instead of waiting for Brelten to block, he seemed to jump into the ground. As Brelten maneuvered his shield and blocked the shadow daggers, Isaac popped halfway out of the earth, emerging from the guildmaster''s shadow. The daggers pierced the air. As they neared the back of Brelten''s leg, he was forced to make a sudden retreat. A surge of green vines erupted out of Brelten''s body. The rogue reappeared twenty feet away, completely unharmed. No, that was wrong. Looking closer, you could see a small tear in the fabric of his face mask. Brelten now looked like an angry octopus with vines waving behind him. He gave Isaac a once over and said a single word. "Come." Isaac replied by growing his own boneless appendages. Four shadowy tendrils sprouted from the middle of his back. Brelten raised his eyebrow, causing Isaac to grip his daggers tighter. "Don''t act so surprised. You''ve shown me before just how effective they can be," he shouted. Brelten took the initiative this time and bent his knees slightly. He got launched by what looked like a large root and jumped. At the apex of the launch, he whipped his vines forward and pulled himself like a meteor towards Isaac. Isaac teleported away as Brelten crashed down, crushing the dirt into a crate around the impact. When Brelten straightened himself, Isaac was already there. Four tentacles and two daggers came rushing towards Brelten''s sides. The large man responded by taking two tentacles on his shield and bashing away the others with his mace. His vines moved to intercept the two daggers and barely caught them before they punctured his skin. It was only now that I took notice of the fact that Brelten wasn''t wearing any armor. While Isaac was dressed in full black leathers, Brelten wore a blue and gold silk robe and pants, with simple leather boots on his feet. Without a word, Brelten brute forced his way past the tentacles and swung his mace down. With his daggers caught in the green vines, I assumed Isaac would be forced to let go of his weapons. Instead, as the metal mace head thundered onto Isaac''s head, the rogue seemed to shift. It would be more accurate to describe it as him splitting into three seperate images. Brelten''s mace smashed into the crushed dirt beneath his feet. Two Isaac''s flanked his sides. Their bodies distorted the air, built from writing shadows. The third, real Isaac stood slightly apart, daggers bared. "Never let yourself fall for the obvious. You taught me that," Isaac said, his voice sounding like it echoed itself. The two Isaacs jumped back, sending out a barrage of shadow daggers. Brelten''s vines whipped around furiously. Most of the daggers were repelled, but a few made their way through the wall of vines and left small cuts on Brelten''s body. Visible blood started appearing, angry red lines bleeding freely. Despite the wounds, Brelten made not a sound as he continued his efforts to block most of the damage. Isaac, however, wasn''t done with this opening salvo. Soon, the twin Isaacs started appearing and reappearing throughout the field. Each body taking the place of where a dagger was. Like two buzzing hornets, Isaac flitted across the battlefield. His tendrils proved effective at scoring small slices against the bigger man. Another noticeable difference between now and the start of the battle was Brelten''s condition. His body no longer emitted the dim aura of green light. Instead, the wounds seemed to absorb the light around them where there were cuts. His blood was also visibly turning black. Isaac must have been using some type of poison. Brelten jabbed his shield into the ground, leaning on it, as Isaac and his clone backed off. His chest rose erratically. "They definitely sting harder than they used to," he grunted. The two rogues kept circling the man, their tendrils poised and ready to lash out. "Glad you noticed," Isaac retorted. Brelten straightened himself out and stood tall. With a deep inhale of air, the green glow around his body brightened. It consumed his form under its radiance, forcing the rogue to pause. When the light dimmed, Brelten stood. His clothes were stained, but his skin looked unblemished, unharmed, and untouched. Isaac audibly snarled, and the shadow tentacles whipped at the air. "You''re such an annoying opponent to fight. Damn you people, with your stupid regeneration skills." Brelten gave a hearty laugh. With a small gesture, his weapon and shield disappeared. The crowd burst out into surprised whispers. Looking over at Isaac''s team, their faces were somber and intently focused. What do they know? "Surely, you didn''t think the divide between the second and third tier was so small. My boy, we are just getting started," he said. "Etch this next moment into your hearts, young adventurers. I''m far from the pinnacle, and yet with my powers..." he yelled, his voice booming across the area. He looked past Isaac, and his eyes locked onto mine. With one last grin, he turned back to his opponent. With an emerald glow brighter than ever before, his voice shook the very air around him. "I AM THE LORD OF THIS BATTLEFIELD!" The vines sprouting from his back multiplied and thickened. Within seconds, they wrapped around his body in a cocoon of thick roots. Isaac sent his clone forward, and it tried to hack at the green roots to no avail. The blades cut and sliced, tearing chunks and severing pieces but the roots were so thick it seemed unending. The real Isaac crouched, coiled and ready to pounce. He leaned forward and then rolled and jumped away. The world shook. There were screams of alarm, and somewhere in the crowd a kid cried for their parent. The earthquake lastedfor a single tense minute before one final shake nearly knocked everybody on their asses. The giant green roots writhed and grew, sprouting upwards. First, a pair of legs came into shape, then a massive torso. Next the roots formed a rigged wooden head with two massive antlers resting on its crown. The cocoon of roots had birthed a giant made of wood. Brelten''s new form stood over one hundred feet tall. The arms were slim, but the forearms bulged out and ended in two giant club-like hands. The treant body had no face; instead, it was helmeted and armored by a darker green wood. His baleful glowing eyes from before now showed themselves in this form through the dark slits of the wooden helmet. When he spoke, his voice rumbled. It sounded like a mountain speaking to mortals. "You want to be taken seriously, and I shall acknowledge this desire. Now prepare yourself, Isaac Dawnborn!" Brelten thundered. He stomped, and changed the landscape. A wave of verdant green erupted from the ground. The blades grew tall and sharp. Massive trees bloomed with a second stomp, greeting the darkened sky with moans of creaking wood. Two giant trees grew next to either side of Brelten. One rose up, slim and long, with a massive bulb sprouting sharpened branches at the end. With a growing sense of awe and trepidation, I realized that Brelten had grown a giant living version of his mace. The other tree shifted into a massive v-shaped wall of wood with its own sharpened spikes sticking out the front. And just like that, the giant treant had weapons appropriate to its size. With one final stomp, a surge of wooden growth rushed out of the ground and formed a set of daunting-looking wooden armor. Isaac now looked so incomparably small to the guildmaster''s new form. David stared at the peak of the goliath''s head. To the adventurer''s credit, he did not waver in the face of an impossible fight. He widened his stance and held up his tiny-looking daggers. Another shadowy copy split from him, and all three stood with grim determination. Isaac conjured another spectral dagger, overlaying it on top of his real blade. With one swift flick, he held the extended shadowy knife in a reverse grip and plunged it into his heart. His teammates audibly sighed, the oni and archer girl wincing at his actions. Pivoting my focus back to Isaac, he seemed fine. At the least, not dead, despite what a blade to a heart usually entails. His form rippled and darkened like he was being plunged into a lake of inky black. The tentacles on his back grew to six in number. He pulled out the blade with a twist and resumed his previous stance. Brelten stood silently as the rogue prepared himself. "Are you ready?" Isaac gave a short nod and then began sprinting towards the tree knight. His form blurred the edges impossible to see as the shadows swallowed the light. "Is Brelten going to kill him? I don''t see how he survives this," Sam gaped. I didn''t answer. I had no idea how this was supposed to be a sparring match. The village remained, and there weren''t any signs of damage outside of the circle. I''m not sure how, but Brelten must have localized the tremors to around just shy of the ring. My heart thumped, a pulse of rising energy spreading throughout my chest. This, this right here, was what I longed for. Magic powers that defy expectations. The ability to literally shake the earth around you and terraform the land with a single stomp of your foot. Andit was just the beggining. Out there, people like Calstrax and Eraztis existed. At a minimum, they were tier five, probably tier six. Just what wonders could they do? What grand feats could they display with a level of power so high that they were labeled as gods? Isaac raced forward and blinked through the shadows of the tall grass. He and his clones were dark blurs, moving like speeding ghosts to attack the living giant. With speed at odds with his lumbering form, Brelten swung his massive mace downward, the wind shrieking in the weapon''s wake. Before the Isaacs were hit, they disappeared into the shadows entirely and reappeared on top of the wooden club. One clone dispersed'' destroyed as Brelten thrust his shield across his arm. Massive ropey vines the size of my torso snaked out of Brelten''s wooden armour, and snatched up a second body and crushed it. With a flicker of light, Isaac switched out of the hold with his remaining clone and stumbled briefly. Damn... One lone shadowy monster of a man running almost vertically up a treant. Dodging vines and spikes of wood by a hair''s breadth. The only thing the fight lacked to complete the display was music. With one final leap, Isaac soared up to Brelten''s helmet. Using his tentacles, he wrapped them firmly around the faceplates and secured himself to the tree. His daggers wisped, glowing with dark purple energy. With a dramatic thrust, he shoved both of his daggers into the helmet. A blast of black-violet energy erupted out, engulfing the rogue''s form entirely. Only the creaking of wood was heard; Isaac''s attack was made in complete silence. Brelten''s helmet stopped emitting the green light, looking as dark as the void. Everybody froze; A collective in take of breath while none dared to breath. A loud, groaning sound broke the silence. Faster than when he swung his mace, Brelten grabbed Isaac with a massive barked hand, ripping him off. The shadowy tentacles were torn asunder, unable to combat the unparalleled strength ripping them free. Brelten gripped the squirming Isaac in his fist and held him up high. "You were terrific, boy. Know that you managed to actually deal considerable harm to me. In this form, nonetheless. When you wake, hold your head high and absorb that confidence deep into your bones. You deserved the pride you fought for," Brelten''s voice rang out. Like a lamp with its switch flipped back on, the blazing emerald radiance returned beneath the wooden helmet. "With my sincerest heart, I''m proud of being able to call you an adventurer." With those final words sounding like a whisper in the wind, Brelten raised the man high. Isaac''s face was held up to the day''s remaining light; his mask had been torn off, revealing his face. A single tear marred the blood oozing down his nose across face-splitting grin on the man''s visage. The earth exploded as Brelten smashed his fist into the ground. A wave of dirt and debris blanketed the area, restricting visibility. I coughed a few times to clear the dirt from my lungs. My eyes watered and I squinted at the destruction. The dust slowly settled. Isaac''s body lay embedded inside a bed of roots and grass. On closer inspection, he breathed and seemed no worse for wear. He was unconscious but living. Brelten''s form slowly melted away, turning into dust. Brushing himself off, he walked out of the circle and headed toward the crowd. He approached the rest of Isaac''s team and put his hands on his hips. "Unless any of you want to take a shot at me, I think I''m going to head over to Oleander''s and partake of Bera''s cooking. Feeling like buying your old mentor a drink?" Chapter 15: Into The Rift I decided against following the crowd into the inn. From a glance it barely supported the crowd threatening to spill out into the street. Like one would a celebrity back on earth, the crowd followed the guildmaster with an excited fervor. I doubt there wasn''t a single person by the end of today who wouldn''t know about the duel. I knew Brelten was strong. That he stood above us with his tiers and knowledge. I knew that objectively; tier three was insanely powerful. But, understanding it all as a vague fact paled to having it proven to you in person. Seeing it with my own eyes, feeling the vibrations of the fight with my own body, was an out-of-this-world experience. Realistically, it was entirely within this world, but to me, it was fantastically awe-inspiring. Sam channeled her energy by spending the night with Nadia, so I was alone for now. Relatively alone since both Zharia and ¨¢ine rode my shoulders. For fun, I pulled out the mask and placed it over my face. "What do you guys think?" I asked, forming a large eye in the middle of the mask. "Ok," ¨¢ine whispered. "Weird," Zharia chirped. I chuckled and let the masks ettle. Should have seen that coming. I''m sure even in the spirit world, running around wearing masks would be weird. We walked in silence, enjoying the cool night air. I wasn''t afraid of being attacked by any beasts. With the arrival of the caravans, the surrounding aggravated fauna had primarily been pacified. Waiting a week was already taking its toll on the impatient adventurers. I halted in my tracks when I heard a noise. The sounds of combat were unmistakable in the silent forest. I began cautiously, making my way towards the source. As I neared a small clearing, a bright orange light flared. Crouching behind a tree, I waited till my vision returned. "That was fire, Master," Zharia chirped out. Fire? That explained the orange light. When my eyesight adjusted to its surroundings again, I crept back towards the treeline. Blackened grass lined the forest. Most of the forest had been burned away leaving smoking char in its place. Standing in the middle of the ashen ground was a lone figure. They were a beastkin, judging by the irregular shape of their legs. However, much like the ground, they were a charred mess. On the person''s back was a bleeding and smoking circle. It looked like someone took a pentagram and added several lines of runes into its design. A slight breeze blew through the clearing, and I recognized feathers ruffling over the beastkin''s body. Both of my summons were silent and still, but through the mental connection, I could sense that they were ready for an attack at any moment. I summoned my spear and walked forward. I tried to be audible enough that they could hear me, but the person didn''t react. "Hello? Are you all right? I saw a fire and came over. I can heal you if you''re injured," I called out. I hesisted. They didn''t respond, but... I gripped my spear tightly and decided to circle around. The moonlight provided ample light in the clearing for me to see with my enhanced vision, but the naturally dark surroundings and the blackened mess that was the person''s body didn''t help things. When I finally got into view of the person''s face, I paused. The beastkin was a bird varient. I only knew of a single bird-like beastkin in Edolus. The crow man''s eyes were cloudy. The inner fire inside his eyes was now dim and sputtering. I looked over at ¨¢ine and nodded. The little fairy flew forward carefully and put her hands on his beak. I held my spear poised, just in case. Even if I recognized the adventurer, I wasn''t about to let my guard down and let ¨¢ine get hurt. ¨¢ine channeled her healing skill for about thirty seconds. Once again, burn-related injuries always seem to require more effort to heal. I had ¨¢ine cancel her skill and hold some mana in reserve. She flew back and stood on my shoulder, eyeing the beastkin wearily. His eyes were still clouded over, and I was tempted to give him a poke with my spear. A second later, he closed his eyes and cawed. I jumped back at the unexpected sound and bent my legs. He shook his body, his feathers raising and lowering in a wave. Blinking rapidly, he finally seemed to notice he wasn''t alone and centered his focus on me. "You feeling better?" I asked carefully. His head bent sideways, the way some animals turn their head when confused. The flames in his eyes slowly brightened until they looked the way they did when I first met him. "Hatchling," he greeted neutrally. "Err, yes, it''s me, Cyrus," I responded, slightly bewildered. This whole scenario was getting weirder at the moment. Seriously, who responds so casually after regaining consciousness? "I saw a flash of fire and came to investigate. I found you burned and unconscious." His head was still turned at an angle, and he did not make a sound. Another gust of wind blew, and ashes started scattering. Thankfully, my mask protected me from devolving into a teary-eyed coughing mess. I also realized that without my summons, he wouldn''t have recognized it was me. "So you alright? Need any more healing?" I asked. Utter silence. I swear I''m starting to hear crickets playing in the background. Maybe he''s in shock?. "Want me to try and find a member of your team? I can leave really quick and get some help." That earned a reaction.. His eyes blazed even brighter, and his head snapped back upright so fast that I was afraid he hurt his neck. "No. I''m fine; thank you for your help," he replied. And with that final tense statement, he pivoted and left the clearing. All too soon, I was left standing in the burnt clearing. "Weirdo." "Yes." The girls were right. I shrugged my shoulders and decided to head back to the village. I gave one last look at the ash-covered ground before leaving. I wonder what he was doing out here, alone at night. Judging from his eyes, he has use fire-based skills. Not sure what kind of skill would immolate him and cause a weird runic circle to burn itself onto his flesh, but I suppose anything could exist in this world. I doubt the man would cripple himself before the expedition. Team Talon seemed like they wouldn''t take kindly to any risk to their entrance of the rift. People still crowded the inn by the time I headed back. Seeing that Brelten was absent and Sam was enjoying her fun, I decided to head to bed and be fresh for tomorrow. It only took a few minutes of pushing and sorries to worm my way into the inn and up the stairs. ---------------- Zharia snuggled into a bowl of ashes, and ¨¢ine sat atop a mug''s rim sipping at the juice through her skin. I chomped on some bacon and waved at Bera who smiled back before entering the kitchen. Sam finally came down the stairs sometime later with Nadia in tow. I waved to them as they settled themselves at the bar. Nadia avoided looking at me and kept her head down. I gave Sam a questioning look, but she just shrugged. Not feeling like having my peace disturbed, I decided to be blunt. "So, why are you doing your darndest not to look at me? Did Sam tell you something embarrassing or what? If she did, then I plead the fifth," I asked casually while holding up my left hand. Nadia turned her head and looked with confusion, and Sam snickered in response. Turning to Nadia, Sam poked her in the belly. "You look cute, all confused and whatnot," she teased. Nadia''s face turned scarlet. Honestly, it was an impressive shade. "Don''t just go blurting out things like that! It''s... embarrassing," she retorted in pitched anger. Sam and I shared a look and then laughed. Nadia pouted and decidedly looked away from us and down at the fresh plate of food that Bera put in front of her. "You never answered my question, though," I said. Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! She swallowed down her food before looking back at me. After a few seconds of indecision, she finally spoke up. "It''s nothing. Just that last night, I asked to see Sam''s mark. Legacies are fabled things, usually known only through stories. Yet here, in some newly built frontier village, I meet three people branded with them," she answered. Her words brought me to a pause. She said three people. Who the hell had a Legacy other than Sam and I? "Wait a second. You said three. Who else has a Legacy?" I asked. Her eyes widened before making an oh face. "It''s one of the new adventurers that arrived, the guy with the giant pet bear. Last night, the rogue that Brelten fought let slip that Teddy had a Legacy," she replied. "Teddy? Wasn''t his name Theodore?" "Oh, uh yeah, apparently he usually goes by Teddy." "And that man has a Legacy. Did he ever show it?" "No, he didn''t. After revealing the secret, the rest of his team smacked the rogue silly. They left with Brelten soon after. I mean I get it. If I had something that important, I would smack Warren too if he just blabbed about it." I apparently missed out on a lot of things during my stroll. I wondered what kind of skills that man had. And if the man indeed did have his own mark, then he was probably a noble. Brelten did mention that the team was special. Was that it? Nadia finished her meal and left to go out on patrol for the day. Sam and I went over to the guild hall after she ate breakfast. When we got there, the main hall struggled. packed with groups of adventurers. Sliding ourselves through the crowd, we settled near one of the walls and waited. We didn''t have to wait long. Brelten came up the stairs and clapped his hands loudly. The room went silent, and everybody focused on the guildmaster. "Good, you are all here. We will be heading out to the rift site in the next half hour. Bring everything you want to bring with you and meet together at the front gate. If you are not there when we arrive, I will assume you have decided not to enter the rift," he spoke out loud. The crowd grumbled in minor protest. Clapping his hands again, he silenced the room. "I won''t blame you for choosing not to enter the rift. It is dangerous and poses a high likelihood of injury or death. There is no shame in knowing when to back down. If there is an absentee for whatever reason, I will have a replacement take your place." The room cleared out quickly, with all the adventurers off to make last-minute preparations. Brelten approached us when the crowd cleared. "Do you two still want to be part of the expedition team? As I said, I won''t hold it against you if you decide to back out," he asked. Looking over to Sam, she gave me a nod. With her answer set, I turned back to Brelten. "Yes, we do. We''re not going to let this opportunity pass us by because of some danger. Besides, I''m mostly there to act as an alternative source of healing. I may not be able to do much, but I can ensure we don''t have to waste any potions if we don''t have to." He smiled at us as he clapped a hand on each of our shoulders. "Glad to hear it. Meet at the gate, and we''ll spend the next three hours traveling to the site. Don''t worry too much about supplies; we have prepared packs for everybody," he instructed before walking off. Thirty minutes later, we were standing at the gate with other adventuring teams. The expedition consisted of fifteen people in total. Talon took five slots, while Sam and I took another two. The last eight slots were filled by the recently arrived guild representative, one team of three and another team of four. Not everybody coming with us to the rift site was part of the expedition team. Some people were reserve members if we had anybody back out last minute. Brelten arrived with the tier-two adventurers following him. The massive bear''s footfalls shook the ground. He stopped and surveyed the crowd. "Since everybody is here, let''s head out. Do not stray from the group, and let the members of team Broken Tower handle any beasts." Like that, we spent three hours walking through the Yidelwoods. We got attacked twice, but the beasts were killed so quickly that I couldn''t see what charged at us. One of the members of Broken Tower had to have some form of dimensional storage because there were no bodies left on the forest floor, just red pools of blood. During those three hours, Sam and I spent the time talking to the expedition team members. Ignoring team Talon''s open disdain and slight hostility, the other members were friendly and welcoming. The team of three was a trio of elven brothers. Petraeus was the eldest brother and served as their group''s leader. The man used a mixture of earth and water-based skills. His skills revolved around controlling and slowing enemies. Matias and Xertalus served more straightforward roles as damage dealers. Matias, the shortest and youngest of the brothers, used wind-aspected archery. Xertalus, the middle brother, was the largest of the bunch. He used dual axes and some combination of ice and wind-aspected skills. Petraeus was a little stiff, but the other brothers were complete goofballs. Ten minutes spent talking to the two was enough to make me realize why Petraeus was the way he was. I didn''t envy the oldest sibling when it came to keeping those two in line. The other group was a little more reserved. With a more standard setup, they seemed like a solid choice for the expedition. They were polite and cordial. Dyllan, their leader, was a tall, beefy man who functioned as the team''s tank. Edithe was the party''s stereotypical mage with lightning skills. Levin, filled the sneak role by being an acid-based rogue. The last member of the group was a diminutive man named Spencer. He was more reserved and severe than the other three. When asked what kind of skills he used, he just said buffs and continued walking. We eventually arrived at the site and settled in a large tent. The site itself was surrounded by different tents and some people patrolling around the clearing. We were dismissed for the next thirty minutes to rest and make any final preparations. Brelten came over with the guild representative after a woman delivered food and drinks to everyone. I saw glimpses of the guild rep but never a closer look. Unlike most beastkin, who tended to be based on mammals, the representative had a salamander-looking head. His skin sagged with smoky-grey scales speckled with shimmery iridescent spots. I couldn''t make any apparent guesses as to what kind of mana his skills were. "Cyrus, Sam, I want you to meet the expedition leader," Brelten said. The man gave a polite bow. "Hello to you two. You may call me Orsk." "Nice to meet you, Orsk. I''m glad we have a guild official as our team leader," I responded. He flashed a smile before returning to polite neutrality. "I''ve been informed of your rank and skills. I''m glad to have a healer, even if you''re untiered." I winced. Our lack of tier made a glaring reminder of why Talon hated us. "I''ll do my best. I can, at least, promise to follow orders. No point getting in the way while I''m in there." After a few specific questions about how my skills worked, Orsk and Brelten bid goodbye and moved around the camp to discuss with the other members. We were handed a large leather pack filled with supplies in the last five minutes. There were a couple of rations of food and water along with salves and potions. Looking through my bag, I noticed I was given an extra surplus of mana potions. I brought up the extra potions to Brelten, but he quickly informed me that since I was acting as a healer, I would have extra potions to offset my mana expenditure. Seeing no reason to complain, I thanked him and then had Chomperz swallow my supplies. After sorting the supplies, everybody made their way to the front of the portal. Brelten stood before us with his hands behind his back. The pink light of the portal glowed and crackled with energy, giving the guildmaster an eerie shadow. "We have no idea if the inside of the rift is time-dilated or not. You may end up exiting the rift and find that only an hour has passed or that it has been weeks. You''ve been given a week''s worth of food and water just in case. Secondly, we have no idea what is inside this rift. As you all can see, the rift is wild and of the highest difficulty," Brelten stated.. His arms came from behind his back and crossed over his chest. "I expect you all to follow Orsk''s commands. In there is the complete unknown, and the slightest mistake could result in the death of yourself and the rest of the team. Failure to comply in any way will be noted and punished later. DO NOT ACT STUPIDLY. I''m not going to give you a long speech about being courageous and brave. You need to do only one thing, and that is to survive. Good luck adventurers. Sally forth and plunder the rift of its rewards." I could see some of the people tense at Brelten''s words. Silence blanketed the crowd until the first members of the expedition got in line. Once the first person entered, we had precisely forty-five seconds to enter before the rift locked itself and denied further entry. Sam lightly squeezed my shoulder and I returned the gesture. It was time to enter the unknown. Positioned near the back of the line, I took a deep breath before pushing through the crackling pink portal. Weird sensations assaulted my senses. It hooked my core and filled me with the sense of being stretched in all directions. Like a rubberband, I was pulled thin and then snapped back to normalcy. My feet hit the ground, and they squelched into muddy dirt. Regaining my balance, I looked around the new environment. It was nighttime, wherever we were. The trees glowed from the crimson moon hanging above. There were no clouds to obscure the moonlight, just an empty black abyss. We were surrounded by equally black trees, gnarled and rotted. A worn dirt road stretched ahead of us. "Everybody focus. Stay on high alert. We haven''t received our prompts about the rift scenario. Melees make a circle around the group. Those with perception skills act as scouts and look out for any sign of danger," Orsk instructed. Unsurprisingly, I found myself in the middle of the group, with Sam in directly in front of me. Everybody had their weapons out and gripped them tightly, ready for any possible danger. With no other apparent markers, we followed the dirt road. The ground remained muddy, and a chill wind blew erratically through the maked branches. We stopped when Matias pointed ahead. "Over there! It looks like a village or town." Staring at where Matias was pointing, I saw nothing. Further away, a light fog obscured our vision. "Can you describe it?" Orsk asked the elf. "Hmm. It''s run down and creepy. The village wall looks short and made of the same black wood as these trees," he described. He leaned forward and squinted his eyes. "The walls have several scratch marks. The closer you move to the gate, the higher the density of marks. And I think I see several lights inside the village. I can''t see more than that¡ªno signs of life or anything to signify who or what lives there." Orsk stroked his chin thoughtfully. "We proceed cautiously. Alert the group if there is any changes." As we got closer, we all started seeing the village in more detail. It would have looked abandoned if it wasn''t for the orange lights coming from the windows. When we approached the gate, a rush of shadows lined the wall. They looked like human guards; the only difference was that they had a third eye in the middle of their foreheads. "Stop! Who goes there?!" shouted one of the men. Melerna snarled ferociously. "Keep pointing those sticks at me, little man, and I''ll feed it to you in pieces." The guards clenched their weapons. I was inwardly facepalming. If we got killed due because of the cat''s dumb temper, I''d find a way to haunt her in the afterlife. Orsk clamped a hand on her shoulder and yanked her back. "Sorry for the animosity, sir. We''re adventurers who got lost here. We saw your village and decided to make a stop for the night. Can you let us in?" Orsk called out. The guards relaxed their shoulders but remained with their weapons poised and ready. We were scrutinized under the red moonlight, and a furious discussion was whispered between the shouting man and another guard. After a heated back and forth, the main guard turned towards us and lowered his spear. "You may come in only if you agree to help defend the village!" he shouted. And like that, we finally received a ding from the system. Protect The Village of Holmfirth The town has been beset by waves of monsters rising from the deep woods. Under the curse of the Blood Moon, the veil between life and death stretches thin. Protect the village and save it from destruction. The rift scenario is deemed completed if you survive all ten waves. The scenario is considered a failure if less than thirty percent of the town''s population survives. Good luck, Ascendants. May you weave a hopeful tale into this bloody story. Chapter 16: The First Wave Dyllan spoke first. "So we''re playing town defender? That doesn''t sound too bad." It really didn''t. Then again, we had no idea just how bad a single wave would be. It looked like we didn''t actually have to defend the village itself; rather, we had to protect the people. We could have them huddle up in a few secured buildings depending on how many people lived in the town. "Guardsman! We have a few questions first. How many people live in Holmfirth? What kind of monsters are attacking the village?" Orsk asked the man on top of the wall. "Come with me, and I''ll bring you to the town hall. The village leader can help you better than I can," the man replied. Orsk had us form up and stay vigilant. Just cause we were inside the village didn''t mean we wouldn''t find any danger here. We followed the lead guardsman through the village. It looked eerily abandoned. Some of the buildings had broken windows and giant scratches clawed into their doors. A few were boarded up with wood and nails. One such building teetered on the edge of collapse, having been burned and torched into a skeletal structure of blackened wood. We arrived at the largest building. The town hall''s windows were heavily boarded, but voices and light drifted from inside. The guardsman moved to the door, did a series of knocks, and then stepped back. What sounded like a heavy log being lifted and dropped occurred before the door opened slightly. A mop of disheveled blonde hair peeked out of the doorframe, revealing a pale face and bloodshot eyes. "Thomas? What''s going on?" she woman asked shakily. "Allana, don''t worry. There hasn''t been another attack yet. I''ve brought a group of adventurers to meet Michael. They''ll be helping us defend the village," he said comfortingly, trying to calm the woman. Her eyes widened so big that I feared they would pop out of her sockets. Allana threw open the door and revealed a bloodstained dress with large tears ending in strips of fabric. "Come in! Come in!" she cheered. Like a whirlwind, she ran off, presumably to find the village leader. Thomas sighed. The man looked like the world weighed on his shoulders. He motioned for us to follow him and entered the building. Inside was packed with people. There were probably over a hundred people huddling in the town hall. Cots and chairs were spread out. Men and women alike, some with small children clutching to them huddled together. In the left corner people with bandages and blood dripping through sheets kept to themselves. It wasn''t a good scene. Everyone looked frightened, scared or stressed out. A few parents were busy comforting their crying children, trying to put on a brave face. More than a few people had bloodstained clothes and muddy limbs. "It''s so real," Sam whispered. Xertalus put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Rifts can be scary things. We should treat this as seriously as possible. If you don''t, you''ll quickly find that the rift will punish you for it without any remorse. But always remember, at the end of the day, they stop existing the moment we finish the rift." Sam winced. I wasn''t so sure Xertalus''s words were as comforting as intended. These people felt as real as Sam or I. Even if they disappeared or reset at the end of the rift, it didn''t change them from being real people for now. It was not a comforting thought when we stared at parents gripping their children in fright. As we slowly made our way inside the crowded hall, Allana returned with a portly man struggling to keep up. Michael looked even more tired than Thomas. Dark bags weighed his eyes, and his face sagged with the lack of sleep. His clothes were disheveled mess and stained with more dried blood than anyone else. He looked healthy, though; there wasn''t a single cut or tear on his clothing. "Thomas, Allana says you found help. I''m assuming these are them?" the man asked, his voice tired and weary. Orsk took the chance to step forward and introduce himself before Thomas could. He gave the man a slight bow. "Michael, I assume. My name is Orsk. My fellow adventurers and I got lost and now find ourselves in your village. Thomas informed us that monsters are attacking you. We''ve decided to help in your time of need," he said quickly. The village leader looked Orsk up and down and then took in each of us. Whatever he saw must have been positive because he gave a tired smile right after. He returned Orsk''s bow with one of his own. "That is fantastic news. We need all the help we can get. What can I do to help?" Michael asked. "It would be wise to know what is besieging your village. We''ve seen scratches on the wall and inside the town." Orsk answered promptly. The tiny smile on the leader''s face slipped into a frown. His fists clenched, and evident anger settled in his eyes. "That damn fool. One of our own betrayed us! Horux bit off more than he could chew and summoned this wretched crimson moon over our land! Now, we are being attacked by abominations of blood. Blood beasts! Mutated creatures spawned from whatever monster Horux summoned." Michael started shouting in anger, his face turning red, with visible veins pulsing in his neck. Half the people in the crowded hall stared, some showing just as much anger as Michael. Thomas put both hands on the shorter man and tried to calm him down. It worked. The veins faded, and his face returned to its pale tone. Coughing lightly, he looked somewhat embarrassed, but the anger lingered in his eyes. "I''m sorry for that display, friend Orsk. It''s just thoughts about that idiot of a man causing my blood to boil. All of this is because of him and his foolish arrogance. He dabbled in something he should never have because he thought himself above all." Orsk gave him a sympathetic smile. "Whatever he''s conjured, we are here to stop it. Do we know what exactly he summoned?" Michael shook his head. "No. So far, we''ve only ever seen the blood beasts. We know their master hides deep in the forest, but for obvious reasons, we haven''t been able to find out what it is. All we know is that a new wave of monsters attacks every six hours on the dot. Thomas and his guards have been valiantly defending our walls, but we keep losing more and more to the damn beasts. We had a significant issue initially before we learned to behead or burn the dead," he said. Looking around the room, his eyes settled on a father rocking his two daughters in his arms. "More than a few here had to put down their loved ones after they died to one of the blood beasts." Orsk asked a few more questions before we said goodbye to the leader and headed back out with Thomas. We had a little under an hour to prepare for the first wave. Luckily, most of the monsters preferred attacking the front gate, narrowing how far we had to spread out. Orsk positioned everybody at different parts of the wall. On top of the gate, placed with me, were Petraeus and Spencer. Melena, Edithe, Matias, and the crow beastkin from Talon were interspaced to our left and right to provide range support. The rest of the melee-orientated adventurers grouped up in front of the wall. Caldur and the twins were on the right, while Dillan led Sam, Xertalus, and Levin on the left. Strangely enough, Orsk was back at the town hall. Before we went to our respective positions, he used his skill on a few select members. His first skill was called Mind Link, and it allowed him to establish a two-way mental connection with whoever he used his skill on. With a maximum of four links at tier one, he used his skill on Dillan, Caldur, Petraeus, and Matias. The idea was to have the leader of each group stay connected along with Matias, who could see the furthest. Another thing he did was summon four metal poles out of the ground. They had runes etched on the metal and giant metallic bells wrapped around them. He sat himself down inside the ring. He explained that they were wards that acted as alarms to go off in case monsters slipped past the village walls and attacked the town hall. Our system clocks ticked down, and the first wave neared. I worried for Sam. Being on the front lines was not what we had planned, but it made sense. She would serve nobody if she was forced to stay on top of the walls. Her current fighting style and skill set relied on her being in close range. All I could do was make sure to heal her if she ever got damaged. And I suspected that I would soon be chugging down mana potions. A minute before the wave was supposed to appear, Spencer started chanting. After he whispered a few lines, a golden glow burst from his hands and spread to all the adventurers. It settled into my body and reemerged across my skin like an extra layer. Spencer wasn''t finished; he started chanting again and ended with small orbs of white light shooting from his hands. There were five orbs, and they spread themselves out in front of the village gate. We wouldn''t be having any difficulties seeing the monsters with the orbs illuminating the area. I summoned ¨¢ine and Zharia, having them stay on my shoulders for now. Everybody tensed up and prepared themselves. Talon was the only outlier. Besides the bird man, who looked indifferent, they showed an almost bloodthirsty excitement. I wouldn''t be surprised if they turned out to be battle maniacs. Even if I was being hypocritical, considering I had to fight a smile from spreading on my face. This new body seemed to really enjoy battle just as much as them. Poor Petraeus looked nervous, continuously sending glances to his brothers. The last ten seconds started to tick by... Three... Two... One... The world contracted and then thumped. It was like reality had a single heartbeat. A wave of red light washed over the land and bathed the world in a crimson glow. "Oh fuck this! Look at the moon," somebody randomly shouted. All the adventurers'' eyes turned up into the sky and saw that the moon had changed. It was no longer a crimson orb floating in a sea of black. Now a giant slit like a lizard eye was on the moon''s red surface. It loomed from above, staring, unfocused but present. Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. Matias was leaning forward, his eyes narrowed. "I think I see something... There are multiple creatures heading our way!" The blood beasts finally arrived. They looked like parodies of normal creatures you''d find inside a forest--if it wasn''t for the fact they looked like they were made of dripping blood and maroon scales. Wolves with sharp crimson spines stalked out of the forest, followed by dripping serpents, bulging boars, and a myriad of other beasts. After more than fifty creatures made their way out of the treeline, more beasts stalked forth. My blood started to go into overdrive, and I could feel a heat spread throughout my body. This wave was not going to be easy. Meleena snarled and unleashed a golden arrow. The blinding bolt of light struck home through a large boar''s head. It promptly dropped dead. Other creatures started to rush away from the boar''s corpse. "Hah! Not as tough as they look," she shouted triumphantly. Then, the corpse exploded. The ground shook with a cloud of red mist blanketing the area. It hissed and steamed where splotches of blood landed, eating away at the ground. The melee fighters shared a look before turning their stares back at the horde of blood beasts. "Fuck," Dillan muttered. "Orsk says to shoot different beasts while we can. We need to know if they all explode or not," Petraeus instructed. Growling, Meleena knocked another arrow and aimed. The glowing bolt hit a wolf creature through the eye. She''s accurate. That looked good enough to qualify for the Olympics. The creature dropped dead, but none of the other monsters moved out of the way. A few tense seconds passed, with everybody holding their breath. Soon, the wolf''s corpse started to melt into a bloody goop and soaked into the ground with a hiss of sputtering steam. After she knocked the third arrow, the monsters decided enough was enough and rushed forward. A crimson tide engulfed the land, the eager monsters unironically out for our blood. The range support began releasing their attacks. Arrows of glowing gold and white flew through the air, felling beasts aplenty, with massive balls of fire exploding amongst the horde. "Range support, focus on the boars. We can''t have them exploding on our front lines," Petraeus shouted. With a new focus for attacks, explosions of caustic blood started shaking the ground. Ten seconds out, the first of the blood beasts neared the melee fighters. Before they could launch themselves at the adventurers, Petraeus raised his staff and smacked it into the wall. About thirty meters out, the ground ahead of our people darkened and squelched. A large red snake slithered into the wet ground and found itself diving into wet mud, slowing it''s charge. Unsurprisingly, Caldur was the first to act. Using his muscular legs, he leaped into the air, his greatsword trailing above his arms. He cleaved through the snake''s scales with one slash and severed it into two. His feet coated themselves in shadows as he landed on top of the mud and treated it like solid ground before leaping again and crashing down on another monster. The twins began giggling gleefully as they rushed forward, swords swinging. Dyllan''s team took a more cautious approach, waiting for the monsters to reach within their range before they attacked. Levin would slip under Dyllan''s shield and slash out with yellow-coated daggers, leaving behind sizzling wounds. The creatures would screech out in pain as the acid ate through their bodies. Xertalus waded into combat, methodically slashing any creatures that got too close. His water and ice attacks proved extremely effective as they acted almost like poison to the blood bodies. Sam would get a good wallop in with her hammer or use her Tidal Fist to smash a beast''s head in. The only problem was that wounds started to accrue as the monster''s blood burned wherever it touched. The first to suffer heavy damage was one of the twins, his fur missing in patches, where inflamed skin showed through/ "¨¢ine heal him but stay safe. Don''t use all your mana," I ordered. She nodded and flew off and stayed low to the ground. The beastkin, who I was now dubbing Twin One, almost swung his swords at ¨¢ine until he registered it was my familiar. His frown morphed into a savage grin as the green glow of healing magic started permeating through his body. When ¨¢ine finished healing him, he jumped back into the fray, sending out slashes of energy from his swords. Like Caldur''s attacks, they split the blood beasts into two and carved up the ground. "Cyrus, send your other familiar to reinforce Dyllan''s group. He''s going to taunt them," Petraeus instructed. "You think you can do that, Zharia?" I asked. "I''ll incinerate those nasty creatures!" Zharia roared. I watched the little sparrow fly off and land on Dyllan''s helmet. She wasted no time in sending out spurts of golden fire at whatever came near. Sadly, unlike the other adventurers, the attacks weren''t powerful enough to outright kill anything. The golden flames did serve as a good distraction when they roasted the bloody monster''s eyes. Spencer chanted again and caused a white aura to settle over Dillan''s body. It looks like he''s ready to draw them all in. As if in response, Dillan planted his tower shield on the ground and released a loud shout that echoed over the battlefield. A brief pause settled over the monsters before those within one hundred meters swiveled their beady eyes. Whenever the monsters fell into the mud pit, the ones behind them would use them as a bridge to cross over. Three large serpents struck as one. One latched its maw onto the top of his shield while the other two circled around his sides. Zharia bathed the one pulling the shield while Sam, Xertalus, and Levin batted away the other two snakes. Petraeus tapped the ground three times with his staff and caused the mud pit to widen. More than a few monsters found themselves screeching in anger as tendrils of mud wrapped around their bodies and flung them backward. Ten minutes, I struggled not to pace. We held ground but wounds appeared and injuries accumulated. One small cut met nothing, not even two or three. But by the dozenth time, it risked blood loss and distraction. I sent my fairy to those in need and watched from above. The biggest chunk of my mana was drained when Dyllan tanked an explosion from a dying blood boar, it having snuck in unseen under the taller monsters. I nearly recalled Zharia when she got hit by the explosive blood. The pain screeched through the mental link, forcing a snarl as Zharia dived out of the way. ¨¢ine rushed down and healed them before I could ask. Fifteen minutes in, I figured we''d slain well over a hundred beasts. The range support was more careful to root out any of the exploding boars after the one that exploded point-blank on Dillan. I silently applauded Brelten. He did a good job selecting teams with varying skills to support the expedition. Things were going well until an emergency alert came from Orsk. From the east and west, two of his alarms alerted to monsters entering the village. Mattias and I were about to head to the town hall when the first of the monsters showed up. They were flying birds and bats dripping crimson droplets as they flew. With the appearance of flying enemies flanking us, all the range support was pulled back and focused on killing the monsters behind us. A swarm of bats divebombed our group, forcing Spencer to summon a shield of light to hold them back. "Cyrus, recall your familiar. Attack them!" Petraeus shouted. I mentally ordered Zharia back and summoned my spear. Spencer struggled under the strain of holding off the bats, and fell to one knee. I jabbed, and my spear passed through the shield to impale one of the creatures'' head. Petraeus helped out by periodically sending out blasts of water at the swarm, taking them down like buckshot. Thrust. Stab. Thrust. Slash. Stab. In this pattern, the swarm''s numbers slowly dwindled. From the spare glances thrown to my sides, the other adventurers on the wall were busy battling on both fronts. The few guards manning the walls with suffered, torn apart as the beasts mercilessly threw themselves in fury. I seethed, but I couldn''t send my familiars to help and there was no extra to spare. Spencer recovered and stood back up, now that the number of monsters attacking his barrier had shrunk. His skill stabilized as he sent more mana into it. Taking advantage of the barrier, I thrusted my bloodied spear into a particularly large bat, impaling it in the stomach. With a twist, I ripped the spearhead from its side and reset my stance for another attack. I wasn''t given the chance to thrust again when the bat''s corpse expanded and blew up. Spencer''s barrier shattered, and a wave of caustic blood splashed our sides. I was knocked to the ground and felt several of my ribs break. The connection between my familiars alerted me to their pain, as it weakened and sent throbbing pulses of misery back to my soul. "¨¢ine! Zharia!" I screamed. "M-Master..." Zharia faintly chirped. ¨¢ine said nothing, and it sent off alarm bells in my head. The red mist from the explosion caused my lungs to burn. I summoned my mask over my face without thought, hoping to filter out the deadly air. Zharia''s steaming body was to my left. Her golden flames sputtered out as she weakly tried to stand. I swooped her into my arms and cradled her against my chest. I looked back and forth but couldn''t find ¨¢ine anywhere. "¨¢ine, where are you?" I mentally shouted. When no response came, I closed my eyes. Focusing on the connecting tethers between my soul and my familiars, I traced my connection to ¨¢ine. I kept searching with my senses, ignoring the sounds of fighting around me. Opening my eyes, I crawled carefully to the edge of the wall and saw ¨¢ine being franticly chased by a blood bat. The sight made me beyond angry. The stupid monsters attacking my familiars! Unsheathing my forgotten knife from behind my back, I carefully reached my arm over the wall. I wasn''t confident in my throw, considering I had never practiced throwing knives before, but I didn''t care. "¨¢ine fly to me!" I shouted out loud, hoping to get the monster''s attention. ¨¢ine looked up at me, fluttering her wings furiously to outrun the bat. She shot straight up as she neared the wall, flying up from right below me. When she approached within arms reach, I waited till she veered out of the way to throw my knife. The blade flew straight and severed one of the bat''s wings. I cursed loudly, but it shouldn''t be able to fly with just one wing. ¨¢ine immediately started healing my ribs as I summoned a mana potion and downed it. When she healed enough for me to sit up, I started searching for the rest of my group. Petraeus leaned heavily on his staff, his right side heavily damaged. He was standing over Spencer''s unconscious body, sending the occasional magical attack at an approaching monster. With another flick, I summoned a second mana potion and drank it. I sadly dismissed Zharia, letting her recuperate in my soul rather than waste precious mana. After healing me, I sent ¨¢ine Petraeus'' way and took over guarding the two as she healed him. -------------- Another bird met its end at the tip of my spear, coating me with more sizzling blood. "How are we doing?" I asked while wiping away the caustic liquid from my face. Petraeus grunted as one of the bones in his leg snapped back into place. "Outside of a few remaining stragglers, Orsk thinks we''ve cleared most of the wave." With no enemies in sight, I risked turning around and looking over the battlefield. With the blood beasts turning into puddles of blood when they died, there were no corpses, just a field stained red. The melee fighters headed back inside the village with the rest of the beasts dead. We met back in front of the town hall where Orsk waited Sam and Petraeus supported me since I had ¨¢ine working overtime to heal everyone''s injuries. Even Orsk had his armor stained red, though to a much lesser degree than everybody else. With the emergence of the flying monsters, not even he was safe behind the village walls. Standing up, he waved a hand and dismissed the metal warding poles. He paused while looking my way before nodding and surveying the rest of the team. "You guys did great. We unfortunately lost three guards due to the flying monsters but managed to keep casualties to a minimum," he said. His eyes glazed over temporarily before refocusing on the group. "If you haven''t already, the system prompt has been updated. We can rest for the next six hours before the second wave appears." "That''s too damn short," Levin cursed. The rest of the team grumbled in agreement. We could recover all our mana in only six hours, but our mental fatigue would still be heavy. It will only get worse if the waves grow in difficulty as they occur. Sighing heavily, Orsk bent down and pulled out a small brown box. Opening it, the box contained an organized row of vials containing a purple liquid. "Worst case scenario, I was given some Sleeper''s Debt to hand out," he said. There was a collective groan from the rest of the adventurers. Only Sam and I were confused as to why the team was upset over the potions. Seeing my confusion, Orsk gave a half-hearted smile. "Sleeper''s Debt is a potion that can keep you awake with temporary energy. Taking a full vial can cause you to stay awake for a couple of days without sleep," he explained. I was still confused. "And that''s bad, how?" "Because for every hour of sleep you stave off, you have to pay all at once when the potion''s effects end, or you decide to go to sleep," Dyllan answered. "Oh..." Putting the box back into his pack, Orsk stood up and clapped his hands. "All right, Cyrus, if you can finish healing everyone, then we can all begin resting before the next wave. I''ll inform Michael about our progress and see if I can find anything useful," he said, dismissing the group. Those who were injured stayed and sat down on the dirt so ¨¢ine could finish her healing. Protect the Village of Holmfirth Wave: 1/10 Survived Villagers Survived: 98% Time remaining till next wave: 5h: 49mins : 27sec Chapter 17: The Second Wave An hour later, I found myself sitting on top of the wall, enjoying what was essentially a bag of jerky. The texture and taste were slightly different from what I usually ate, but it tasted decent. It was a good mix of smoky umami mixed with salt and pepper. It was filling, tasty, and small enough that I could idly snack without thought. Strangely enough, despite the rivers of blood that coated the ground, the coppery smell I''d expected was absent. In the end, I chalked it up to magical bullshit and enjoyed that it didn''t mess with my eating. My thoughts were half there and half gone. I was constantly tracking my connection with Zharia as she rested in my soul. Instinctively, I knew that she couldn''t really get hurt outside of particular circumstances. Such as being destroyed while being outside of a certain range. I hadn''t experienced it but like the knowledge that kept filling my head, I understood it at an instinctive level. It limited my dream of sending my familiars to scout, but thankfully that wasn''t my job. Still, it did nothing to release my worry for the small bird. Whether it was due to a natural sense of responsibility or my Legacy''s weird instincts imprinted on me, I felt several things for my familiars. Because of that, when I felt Zharia''s tiredness, it caused unease within me. I felt joy when they were happy, satisfaction when they were successful, and rage at anything that sought to harm them. It was a lot to process, making me wonder if others with familiar-type skills felt the same way. This rift was dangerous. For the first time since coming to this world, I could honestly say that the weight of it all put a healthy sense of fear within me. It was fun fighting forest beasts with weapons and magic despite the pain and injuries. This though? It didn''t compare. Maybe it''d be different if I felt like I could actually contribute outside of playing support. But watching an unending wave of monsters rush across the land to tear my insides out? Well, it sucked. The frustration entangling itself with a hint of doom and touch of use uselessness. Foot steps halted my inner ramblings. Turning around, I saw not Sam, who I was expecting, but Orsk. The beastkin wore a clean shirt, the bloodstains absent from his body. "Is there something wrong?" I asked. He walked up and stood beside me, staring at the bloodied field and forest. Without a word, he sat down and hung his legs over the wall. "No, nothing is wrong." His answer left me stumped. I was still struggling to understand the facial expressions of beastkins, but as far as I could tell, he was unbothered. Maybe he just wanted a place to sit and enjoy some small talk while at it. I offered him some of my jerky, and he accepted a piece. It was a companionable silence, the world silent as it bathed in the moon''s red glare. Not even wind tussled the trees or shifted some branches, just an eerie stillness that felt wrong and unnatural. Finally, he broke the monotony of it all and turned his attention toward me. "You know, this is actually my second rift delve," he said. I raised an eyebrow in response. As far as I knew, rifts were rare enough that most adventuring teams would only ever do a handful in their entire lives. He chuckled at my reaction. "A series of accidents combined with being in the right place at the wrong time led me to my first rift delve when I only had a single skill to my name." That was interesting to know. It made me realize that I had no idea how old Orsk was. With the strangeness of foreign biology and immortality thrown into the mix, I had no ability to sense the age of a person in Inoria. For all I know, he could be in his early twenties, though I doubted it. He felt older "How did it go? Was the rift scenario anything like this?" He shook his head. "No, nowhere near as straightforward. It was a survival rift that ended up taking over a month. Luckily, it was time dilated, so it only took half as long in the real world. It was a blue portal rift, so decently challenging. To me, barely old enough to have a skill, completely untrained and unprepared? It was perilous; I didn''t even know how to start a fire." he said with some self-deprecation. He continued on before I could ask any questions. "I only survived because the man who originally entered the rift took pity on me and helped me survive. Even if he was only tier one at the time, he was a steel fortress against the harshness of that scenario. Unlike me, he was prepared and trained for the rift," he said. He looked out over the wall and back at the forest. "A month spent traversing through an underground forest, being little more helpful than a weak mule to hold his bags. Despite my weakness, he protected, fed, and trained me during our time there. I entered that rift merely as a boy and exited as a young man. My time in there made me want to help others, even if I could only ever rise to tier two." He recounted his tale wistfully, with a look in his eye that I couldn''t quite ascertain. I was surprised he willingly admitted to only being able to achieve tier two. It wasn''t hard to pick up that one''s limit of skill slots was a personal subject. Personally, it would be maddening to know that even if I worked my ass off, I would be stonewalled in my progression if I had fewer slots. Then again, I wouldn''t be doing something this insane if I was born here. Or maybe I would. Hopefully not. "Thanks for telling me your tale. May I ask why you chose the skills that you have? I''m somewhat surprised you don''t have a more direct skillset," I admitted, deciding to be slightly blunt. He looked me in the eye and smirked. "My first skill stone was Mind Link. Due to how early I slotted in the skill and my natural inclinations, it shifted my affinities to more mental or unexpected skill types." His reply confused me. I never heard of people having affinities outside of oni having a natural elemental aspect. Was I in trouble for having nature and fire skills? I know the mana mutations affected how my body evolved somewhat, but would my duality limit me severely in my future choices? "What do you mean affinities? Are you saying that you can''t use other mana types? For example, you couldn''t absorb a fireball skill due to Mind Link," I asked. Now, it was his turn for his eyebrows to raise and share a confused look on his face. "Did Brelten never explain this? I was given privy to you and Sam''s circumstances in order to prepare for the expedition, but I know he taught you the basics of cultivation," he asked. If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Considering I read the primer through and through, I knew there was no information regarding the limitation to skill types. "No, it was never mentioned. The only time a hint of it ever came up was when Sam was selecting a skill stone from Brelten. He noted that she shouldn''t choose the fire skill stone since she naturally uses water-aspected mana." I answered. Orsk''s face scrunched till suddenly, a look of clarity overcame him. "Oh, I think I know why it was never brought up. Since your Legacy doesn''t have a specific mana type but a skill type, you need not worry. As a Reborn, from what I understand, you have access to all affinities. It''d be different if you spent a few years ranking up specific skills before you absorbed your final ones. Then you might have shifted your affinities and closed off others, but you''re fine. Depending on their race, location of birth, and so on, most people have specific skills they can absorb. It is why you see most adventurers with only a singular mana aspect. And even low affinities can be crippling. Someone with next to no affinity toward fire would conjure a weaker Firebolt then someone with high affinity." "So, cause my body is essentially new and made premium via the Grand Weave, skill limitations do not shackle me as other people. Man, being a Reborn really does have its unfair advantages." I chuckled. Standing up, he put a hand on my shoulder, focusing me on him. "I''m going to go rest and check up on the others. Just know that I told you that story for a reason. You aren''t as useless as you feel." How did he know I was feeling put out? I know I wasn''t showing any signs of it until I started sitting alone on the wall. He smirked again. "It''s a passive skill that lets me intuitively know what others are feeling. I felt your frustration even back when we reconvened after the wave. My job is to serve as a team''s leader; part of that is knowing and addressing how those members feel. Just know, you are a world''s difference in usefulness compared to how I was during my first rift. Even if you are low-ranked and not sending out waves of destruction like the others, your healing skills are essential. Without them, we''d fail this rift for sure. So cheer up and know that you''re doing your part," he said as he hopped off the wall. I suppose I''d have to take this as a sign to stop moping around. The only thing I can do is prepare for the waves and do all that I can to ensure our team''s survival. ----------------------- We checked our gear and stood in position. The countdown continued to dwindle, only moments away from reaching zero. Injuries healed, fresh clothes, after triple checking our gear and supplies there was little else to prepare. Besides increased numbers, we weren''t expecting anything different for this wave since it was only the second of ten. We did, however added things to make the battle easier. Using Petraeus'' mud skill, he slowly widened the field until it covered one hundred meters out. In addition to the bigger mud pit, he and his brother Xertalus used their water-based skills to create massive pools of water. Levin helped out by dousing copious amounts of acid into separate pits interspaced between them. The swaths of land in front of the village was no more; now, it was pockmarked with huge pits of acidic water and drenched in mud. Our final addition to the combat field came from Sam. She added the idea of creating a cheval de frise and placing multiple of them around the area. The looks the entire group gave her were hilarious. Meleena accused Sam of making up stupid names just to annoy her, prompting Caldur to growl in even more prideful annoyance. Orsk silenced Talon and gave Sam a pointed look before asking her to explain. When she realized the system didn''t translate what she said, she apologized.. After explaining what she meant, Orsk agreed to the idea and had Caldur and Dyllan help her cut down trees and make the barriers. So now, between the pits--the wooden barricades sported sharpened spikes to help funnel the monster''s into manageable paths. The plan was to leave a tempting opening that allowed our range support to focus fire in a straight line. No matter how this wave went, we were ready for it. The moon that had returned to being just an enlarged orb of red at the end of the wave morphed into an eye and caused the world to pulse. Roars echoed across the field as if the monsters raged at reality itself. Unlike last time, when they gathered in a massive horde before attacking, they began rushing towards us the second they left the tree line. The ranged members of our team responded to their fervor and sent out destructive skills while releasing arrow after arrow amongst the horde. As we hoped, our additions to the field worked splendidly. Large swathes of monsters fell into the acidic pools, staining them crimson as they kept falling in. With the assistance of mana, the pools of liquid served as a fast-acting solvent that whittled most of the front-liners of the horde before the other beasts learned to avoid the deadly traps. The barricades were less effective. Most of the creatures would easily impale themselves onto the spikes in their mad rush to tear us apart. However, once the swarm of bodies piled onto the spikes, the other creatures would either avoid or bounce off the impaled beasts. Still, they served their purpose in delaying and filtering the horde of monsters, making the oncoming wave just that much easier. Once again, I found myself gripping my spear tightly, feeling a gnawing sense of uselessness eating away at the edge of my mind. The ranged members of our team were already blasting the horde with spells and arrows, showcasing their deadliness with each monster slain. And all too soon, the melee fighters were forced to engage as well. I knew realistically that I''d have my time to shine, to contribute, but it was agonizing to watch Sam in the thick of it while I remained a passive observer. That uselessness was replaced by a weighty excitement once Orsk called in movements from behind us. It would seem this wave wanted to waste nothing since the flying monsters were already deploying. Sending ¨¢ine to heal the melee team''s people, Zharia and I guarded the rear. Much like the last round, I fell into a repetitive pattern of jabbing my spear at whatever creature flew too close to the wall. Having Zharia assisting me from the start of the battle certainly helped ease the pressure brought on by the flying swarm. Throughout the battle, I was forced to knock back a couple of mana potions to keep up with the cost of healing everyone. I spent a good portion of the wave annoyed at the guards assisting with the defense. The worst was when an overly confident young man nearly blew himself to shreds. I almost went into mana fatigue restoring the bowling ball-sized hole of missing flesh that was carved out of his torso. "You know, if you keep frowning like that, it''s going to become a permanent feature on your face," Petraeus remarked as he fired off another shotgun blast of water into a cluster of blood bats. I didn''t bother dignifying the elf with a proper reply. Instead, I grunted and skewered another monster. Which led to me being covered in caustic blood that seeped through the gaps of my armor. In truth, it didn''t hurt, not really. The pain was minimal compared to having my limbs torched and barbequed by annoying red pigs. I wasn''t even really mad. It was just a good outlet to vent my earlier frustrations and stress. So far, things were smooth. We minimized damage to our team, more efficiently decimated the monster wave, and basically spit on the rift''s idea of tearing us apart limb from bleeding limb. Ultimately, we cleared most of the monsters without further accidents. The wave wasn''t easy, but we handled it. And fewer injuries met an easier time recovering my mana. Orsk made the call, and the melee fighters made their way back into the village. Edithe sent out a Chain Lightning and fried the last two monsters. The two blood beasts shaped like foxes bubbled and boiled before exploding in a shower of blood. Just as I dismissed my spear back into my inventory, a ping from the system rang out in my head. The little notification on the bottom right corner of my vision flashed. "What the...?" I muttered. Protect the Village of Holmfirth Wave: 2/10 Survived Villagers Survived: 98% Time remaining till next wave: 0h: 9mins: 36sec Prepare yourselves, Ascendants. A Champion of Blood and Wrath approaches! The Third Wave will commence in ten minutes. Chapter 18: Part One: The Champion Arrives Too short. After the first wave, we assumed the six-hour buffer would be consistent throughout the waves. Obviously, we were wrong. And the mentioning of a champion, does that mean a boss monster? There wasn''t much time to sink deeper into my thoughts since Orsk came rushing over. Using a running leap, he jumped up the wall and pulled himself up. After standing, he looked at the gathering adventurers and shrugged the backpack off his shoulders. "I know you''ve all seen the notifications, so I won''t bother reading it to you. Just know that this wave is most likely special. Usually, situations like this indicate a high likelihood of an elite monster spawning. Whether we will have to fight another full wave or just a special monster, we don''t know. All we can do is prepare," Orsk shouted so everyone could hear him. Opening the straps on the leather bag, he started pulling out potions and small packages. After separating everything into neat piles, he closed the bag. "We don''t have much time to rest or recover. Take a pile; there will be mana potions and some recovery potions. In the small paper packages, you''ll find some Dolska paste. Consume it and it''ll help recover stamina. I''ll be heading back. Remember, keep you''re composure. We''ll survive this." Putting the backpack back on, he had a few quick words with Petraeus before walking over to me. He handed me a strange vial that contained what looked like purple slime. "I need you to heal everyone you can before the wave starts. This will help empower your skills for the next three minutes. I''m sorry, but it tastes like crap." He gave me a weak smile and a single pat on the back before jumping off the wall and heading back to the town hall. Everything happened quickly. The whirlwind of participating in a battle and then preparing to instantly enter another one weighed us done. Petraeus handed out the items and directed people my way. Fuck me. Let''s get this over with. I pulled the glass topper off the crystal vial. Giving it a sniff, I smelled nothing. Small mercies. As Edith came over and shoved the supplies into my hand, I tipped the bottle into my mouth, The moment the liquid touched my tongue, I nearly retched. It tasted like rotten egg mixed with cinnamon; except, the cinnamon only highlighted the overwhelming rancidness of the concoction. The liquid didn''t slide down my throat but oozed its way downwards. I pounded my chest and managed to gulp it down. When I looked up the others stared with either concern or curiosity. Edith took the now empty vial from my hand and examined it. Using her fingernail, she scraped at a remnant piece of purple glitter stuck to the bottom of the glass. After a couple of sniffs, she gave a hesitant lick before spitting on the ground instantly. "Dear gods, that''s disgusting. Those things are horrible. Only the desperate drink those." Edith said while washing her mouth out with a mana potion. A few looks of recognition appeared on most of the more magically inclined members of the team. I sighed and tried to put the thing out of my mind. All I had to do was focus. Mentally communicating my desire to ¨¢ine, I had her begin healing the worst of the group. People consumed the potions, and I waited as ¨¢ine finished healing everyone. The constant tiptoe between mana fatigue and mana shock left me breathless, and hunched over. The potion did its job. ¨¢ine''s healing touch shined brighter than ever, and wounds sealed themselves faster than usual. By the time she finished, the team looked good as new, provided that you ignore the bloodstains. We look like scare actors in a haunted house. Sam''s not even blue anymore. Taking one last look at my system clock revealed there was barely a minute left to the countdown. With everyone already nearing their positions to face the oncoming wave, there wasn''t much else to do but wait. Even with magical stamina goop refreshing my body, I still felt exhausted mentally, if not physically. I could only hope the system would cut us some slack. Zero... The world pulsed again, bathing the grounds in the familiar crimson glow. I waited with bated breath to see the horde of blood beasts to come. Instead, there was an eerie silence, like the world was on pause. A minute passed, but nothing happened. No horde of monsters emerged from the forest, no swarm of bats or birds to darken the sky. Whatever the scenario decided to throw at us, it pulled at my nerves. Our unasked questions were finally answered when the sound of falling trees hitting the dirt rang out across the silent landscape. Seconds passed until Matias issued a warning. "Here it comes! Looks like some kind of giant cat," he shouted. I narrowed my eyes but still had trouble seeing anything past the light fog. It didn''t take long for that problem to be rectified as the paw of a massive beast tore through the tree trunks lining the forest''s edge. As the giant blood beast stepped out of the tree''s shadows and into the moonlight, its tail flicked, tearing a gash into the nearby trunk. The creature resembled a lion the size of a small elephant, with red fur and darker-colored scales adorning its legs. It had two long, spiraling horns protruding from its head, each longer than my arm and as sharp as any sword I''d seen. Adding to its alien appearance, the blood beast boasted a lizard-like tail crowned with a crystalline spike. It silently stalked across the battlefield. Unlike the previous monsters, it was more solid. Rather than looking like it was made of congealed blood, each step displayed corded muscles underneath crimson fur and scales. Its tail swished in the air as it approached the wall. There was a faint hope it''d get caught in the mud pit, but it leaped across and landed only meters apart from Caldur''s team. Pulled out of the trance that captured all of us, Twin One was the first to regain his senses and attack. He hissed and sent forth a crisscross slash of silver energy, only for the monster to swat the skill aside. In retaliation, it emitted a powerful roar that created a wind that could be felt by those standing on the wall. "Spencer, buffs now! Everyone fire!" Patreus shouted. The battle had begun, and bodies exploded into action. The melee members of our team backed off as a barrage pelted the monster''s hide. Arrows of golden light and grey wind rapidly fired into the monster''s face, along with a bolt of lightning and balls of fire. It would have been too much to hope that the creature would let us use it as a stationary pincushion. With tail and claw, the projectiles were deflected away. Only Edithe''s lightning landed unimpeded. A bolt snaked through the air and crashed against its ear, bubbling a small section next to its horns. A roar of pain and fury erupted from the beast. Bunching its muscles, it prepared to leap on top of the wall. Caldur forced it back, he blinked in front of it, greatsword swinging in an overhead slash. It used the momentum of its cancelled leap to twist and land beside Dyllan''s group. "Dyllan, taunt it," Levin shouted. Dyllan stepped forward a shouted using his taunt skill and bracing himself behind his shield. In retaliation, the monster charged head-first at the tank. Its long horns served as spears and smashed into his shield. The force of the charge was enough to push Dyllan back several feet, nearly causing him to lose his footing. The monster was charging again. It launched Dyllan into the wall, making him drop his shield from the impact. The monster''s growl vibrated the air and its legs coiled for another leap. Before the monster could initiate a third attack on the man, ropes of mud wrapped themselves around the beast, pulling it into the ground beneath its paws. Levin rushed towards it and stabbed into its flank with acid-coated daggers. Thanks to Petraeus'' skill, the monster was unable to retaliate with its claws. Instead, it used its tail like a scorpion and stabbed down at Levin, causing him to rip his daggers out and retreat. Things moved too quickly; the battle was fast-paced, leaving little time to breathe. And still, I felt like the monster was barely taking us seriously. There was no way a couple of skills would take down a beast powerful enough to require its own wave. Outside of the creature roaring at us and providing nimble with resilience to boot, it had yet to display anything dangerous enough to warrant the title of champion. Using its strength, the blood beast ripped itself free from the mud and dashed away. Once it was far enough, it lowered its body and crouched down. Its crimson eyes stared at us balefully. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. "Need healing, Dyllan?" I asked the man below me. "No, I''m okay," he responded as he walked over to his shield and picked it up. "I would have been impaled if you hadn''t stopped him, Petraeus. Thanks for that." Petraeus didn''t respond. His attention focused on the blood lion staring at us. The monster stayed crouching, not moving from its spot. It just watched us from afar, its tail swishing back and forth. "Think the damn thing is playing with us?" Xertalus asked. "Certainly. We''re mice in front of it for it all cares" Dyllan responded. As if to confirm Dyllan''s words, the monster stood up from its crouch. In a move nobody expected, the lion stabbed itself with its own tail, drawing out an extended cut on its back. Red mist started pouring out from the wound. All the while, its eyes never stopped staring in our direction. The mist spread several feet around the monster, slowly deepening in color as it created a ring of fog. Once the blood mist grew large enough to become solid, it seperated into streams congealing and forming floating orbs. Six distinct spheres rotated slowly in the air, surrounding the blood beast on all sides. With a thwack of its tail smashing the ground, the orbs lost their shape. Rising from the puddles, the congealed blood formed into six lionesses half the size of the champion. The lion had summoned forth its pride to battle the adventurers standing in its way. Like a gun at the start of the race, its tail cracked the ground and the new blood beasts rushed forward to attack. The main beast centered its sights on Dyllan''s team and bolted at the man with a lioness at his side. My attention was pulled away from the oncoming clash as another lioness climbed the wall and knocked Petraeus aside. "Arrghh!" Petraeus growled as the beast pounced on top of the man. "Zharia, aim for the eyes," I commanded. I lunged forward, aiming my spear at its face, causing the beast to stop its efforts to maul the elf and focus on me instead. Unexpectedly, it bit down on my spear, trapping the blade in its teeth. With a strength that rivaled its size, it yanked me forward, forcing me to let go. I could only throw my arms forward to block the monster''s bite to avoid having my face eaten off. Luckily, a barrier appeared behind my back, arresting my fall. "Attack it now!" Spencer commanded Having been denied its meal, the beast scratched at the barrier with one paw while the other had its claws sinking into Petraeus'' shoulder. Patreus leveraged his uninjured arm and slammed it into the air with a burst of water. It rolled, twisting so it landed on all fours. Its faux-fur rose in a hackle and it roared. It leaned forward and I stepped back. Ignoring the prey it couldn''t reach, it turned around and swiped at Spencer''s torso. Thankfully, Zharia decided to blast a stream of flames at its face, causing the beast to flinch and send its attack wide. Spencer grabbed a small metal rod attached to the belt on his waist and aimed it at the blinded beast. The ruby at its tip whined and buzzed. The air crackled along the gemstone and flames pooled into a sphere that rocketed forward. Flames exploded, the fireball sending the beast tumbling across the wall The orange-red flames joined Zharia''s golden ones, lashing at its fur. As it rolled near, a wall of acrid copper slammed into my nostrils. The beast''s body might have looked solid enough to be real, but the smell reminded me that it was made of nothing but blood. "Cyrus, catch," Petraeus said as he threw my spear. I caught it awkwardly by the tail end of the shaft, nearly dropping it over the wall. Once I corrected my grip and turned to face the lioness, it was already beginning to stand up, having extinguished the flames by shedding mass Crispified blood dripped down in an avalanche of wet slime, leaving he creature looking emaciated.. As much as my instincts told me to attack the beast, I hesitated. It battered the ground and tore itself free from the slime. I approached, waiting, but couldn''t see an opening to attack it safely. My indecision was taken away from me when it leaped in the air, both of its front legs extended forward. Its wickedly sharp claws were inches from tearing into my arms when another barrier briefly flashed into existence. The shield lasted for half a second til it shattered like a pane of glass. However, it was enough to stall the beast. It tried to get up but fell face-first. It turned its head back, and I noticed that there were two ropes of mud snaked around the beast''s back legs. Seeing no better opportunity to attack, I dashed forward. The tip of my spear entered at a angle into its neck, plunging deep. Only the spear''s wings stopped the weapon from penetrating through. A sharp, gurgling scream pierced my ears as the lioness struggled against its bindings. "Boosting your strength," Spencer explained. After a few muttered words, a golden glow settled over my body and seeped into my muscles. It felt like I shot an energy drink straight into my veins. I felt good, powerful, like I could crush rocks with my bare hands. I idly wondered if people got addicted to this. Unbiddenly, an image of nobles paying people dollar bills to get a dose of buffing skills blasted into their bodies appeared in my head. "Focus." I didn''t know who said it, but I snapped back to the present and saw the beast pawing at the spear. Not wanting it to damage my only weapon, I ran up and heaved. My weight pushed down, forcing the blade deeper. The beast was strong, incredibly so, but the awkward angle of the spear and the leverage of my position had me winning any contest of strength. Slowly but surely, I managed to push through the wings and sank the shaft halfway through its body. With a final thrust, the spear hit something hard, and I felt something crack against the blade. All strength the beast brought to bear against me fled, the lioness dropping like a puppet without strings. With a final half-hearted roar, the lioness''s form lost its stability and became a pool of bubbling blood. The tip of my boot started hissing as it made contact with the caustic liquid, forcing me to step back quickly. I gave a mental fist pump to the air and twirled my spear. Beaming a smile to Petraeus and a thumbs up to Spencer, I rode my battle high as far as I could. Seeing that Petraeus was still bleeding from when the lioness sunk its claws into him, I sent a mental prompt to ¨¢ine, asking her to heal him. "Don''t celebrate now; we need to support the others. When you are done healing me, chug a potion and send your familiar to Dyllan," Petraeus said. Crap, I forgot about the others. Following Petraeus'' gaze, I turned around and looked at how the rest of the team was handling themselves. For the most part, the answer was decently enough. Caldur''s team took their two lions down without suffering any injuries. The same could not be said for the rest. Meleena''s side of the wall smoked with remnants of flames burning the wall. She bled profusely from a cut above her right eye. However, the pool of dried blood at her feet was evident to anyone looking her way. With relatively minor injuries, she had taken down her monster. Matias and Edithe were still in the process of taking their beast down, but it looked like they had everything well enough in hand. More a pincushion than a terrifying creature, the lioness roared pitifully as Edithe kept it stunned by unleashing jolts of electricity into the beast''s back. Seeing that they were more or less unharmed, I focused on the final team. The team that was tasked with fighting the champion blood beast and another lioness was forced to split their forces. Levin and Sam were heavily damaged and just barely able to keep out of the lioness''s reach. Meanwhile, Xertalus danced around the champion as Dyllan held it at bay with a severely dented shield. More than a few holes were torn into the square piece of metal, the source of the damage obvious. The big bad lion himself suffered a few more injuries than the last time I saw him. Xertalus took advantage of his skills to leave several cuts covered in layers of frost. None of them were particularly deep, but it at least showed the monster was damageable. The champion beast itself was forced to ignore Dyllan as Xertalus kept chasing after it. I sent ¨¢ine to heal Dyllan and Zharia to support Sam. Being relegated to nothing more than a mana battery, my usefulness to the fight below me was limited. Looking around me, I finally spotted Caldur''s team slowly closing in on the monster. Like a wedge, they spread themselves out to surround the beast. The lion became a blur in a burst of speed as it charged past Xertalus and dashed in Sam''s direction. A sound like a gong rang in my ears as Dyllan intercepted the beast''s charge. The resulting momentum launched the man across the field and into the side of Levin''s body. An audible snapping sound alluded to the kind of damage that having a man in full plate crashing into you would cause. On the other end of the charge, the champion was quickly set upon in a flurry of activity. Ropes of mud swarmed over its body as Caldur, the twins, and Xertalus attacked as one. A barrage of glowing energy impacted the beast as skills and metal tore into its flesh. Two separate x-slashes of silver energy cut into its flank while a line of trailing ice sliced through its legs. Caldur chose to go big and blinked above the beast''s head and slashed his greatsword in a downward arc. At the last second, the champion angled its head enough that his left horn blocked the incoming blade. In a roar of defiance, Caldur swung and bisected the horn. The cut continued its momentum to slice off most of its ear before hitting the muddy ground. Caldur twisted his body for another swing but was pushed back in a flash of red. The injured beast conjured a blast that smashed into the combatants, knocking them away. A hazy cloud snaked across its form. Mattias unleashed a spinning arrow, but the mist remained. Wha- With another roar, the cloud was forced away with a shockwave of air. This time, the roar felt different, sounded different. Rage. Whatever the beast did, it felt angry, like a deep-seated fury bubbling behind my ears. The feeling of a snarling predator breathing down hot air in front of my face, a monster looming above me, ready to rend my soul in an avalanche of claws and fangs. Standing in a ring of upturned ground, the champion crouched. Its hair was jolted upward with its back arched, like a frightened cat. Through its maw blew steam with small snaps of red energy crackling in the air. If the monster had toyed with us earlier, all sense of playfulness was gone. In its place was an enraged beast metaphorically foaming at the mouth. "So you''re finally taking us seriously," Caldur mocked gleefully. "Couldn''t handle me, so you pulled out your true claws. I''ll show you who''s the real lion here!" Never before have I wanted the dumb cat to shut up. As if to respond to the beastman''s taunt, the champion snapped its massive jaws shut. The action was disturbing enough to erase even Caldur''s grin. To follow up its actions, the barb-tipped tail shot upward, the tail looking more like a spear than my own weapon. It raised its snout to the sky and I looked up. The spit caught in my throat. The moon wasn''t looking at nothing. It stared at the champion and shifted. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Oh fuck! A bolt of lightning struck the beast in a flash of blinding light that made me cover my eyes. Once the spots cleared from my vision, I was left with a cold shiver running down my spine. The monster mane crackled with electricity the red energy running wild across its body; its hair spiked like needles. The Champion of Blood and Wrath had appeared. Chapter 18: Part Two: To Slay The Mighty Beast "Party tricks, nothing more," Caldur growled. Raising his sword, he beckoned to the champion. It came as no surprise when the monster attacked the beastkin. In a streak of red light, it rushed at Caldur, swatting him into the sky with a lightning-fast paw. There wasn''t even time to blink as the champion sprinted vertically up the wall and leaped into the air. Caldur was a sitting duck, his arms flailing as he tried to correct himself against the momentum of the attack. With giant glowing red teeth, the champion flew closer, preparing to either eat the lion man whole or bite him into two. At the last second, I heard a thwip sound, and Caldur disappeared. In his place was a glowing white arrow that vanished into the monster''s maw. The bolt exploded in an explosion of searing light, causing it to roar in pain. The unexpected attack caused the champion to crash land on top of the wall, smashing aside one of the raised stones. The sound of scraping metal caused me to look to my right. Next to Meleena Caldur got to his feet. Completely unharmed, besides the scratch marks on his chest plate, he brushed himself free of dirt and spat to the side. He must have switched places with the arrow somehow. "Stop gawking, and attack the damn thing!" Meleena yelled. I sent ¨¢ine to Caldur and had Zharia unleash upon the champion. I doubted she could inflict any meaningful damage to the monster, but I had to try something. Like watching a fireworks display, the champion''s giant form rippled with barrage of magic and energy as skill after skill crashed into its side. It nearly slipped from the wall when a fireball whistled through the air and smashed against its legs. Thankfully Petraeus steadied me with mud vines, preventing me from toppling over. After the barrage of attacks hit their mark, Dyllan suddenly appeared and taunted the beast. The loud clanging of his shield silenced all other noises. However, instead of the champion rushing off to attack the man, it let out a loud bestial roar. The air scratched at my skin, and static zipped across my hair. "Spencer barr-" Petraeus tried shouting before a crashing bolt of red lightning struck the wall. Like some angry mobile tesla coil, arcs of electricity shot out the beast in a sphere. Those who were hit were blasted off the wall. Leaving only Matias, Edithe, and I standing. I would have been hit as well if it wasn''t for Petraeus taking the blast for me. His crumpled form intercepting the bolt before the force pushed him off. A familiar smell hit my nostrils. It was the smell of burnt and roasting flesh, something I was getting rather annoyingly used to smelling. The champion itself, while not unscathed, still stood tall. Notably, the crimson lightning coursing through its fur had dimmed. I raised my spear. I felt small. A week of private lessons and a dozen small monsters wasn''t nearly enough. With Matias and Edithe several meters behind me, I was the closest prey for the champion to target. I gripped my spear tight, tensing my legs as the monster coiled its back legs. More out of pure instinct than any feat of athleticism, I threw myself over the wall. I''d rather cripple a limb then get eaten. My only saving grace in my cowardly action was leaving my spear stuck in the mud before I jumped. A grin split my face. Go fuck yourself! Time slowed and my grin dropped. As I fell through the air, the charging monster turned towards me and tilted in my direction. Ozone hit my nose. Rings of energy shot up its remaining horn, and I could only blink before searing heat slammed into my collarbone. I hit the ground with a distant-sounding thud and felt something snap face before the world faded to black. I felt detached. The world felt... hazy. I wasn''t sure why I was here. Something about a red cat... An angry red cat, that''s all I could think of. A faint sound pierced the churning mud. There was no way to make out what it was. What was I doing again? Whatever it was, I just needed to center myself. I knew there was a red cat, but I knew something else was important. Think.... Think. Think! The sound came again, this time louder. It sounded like a woman''s voice. Distractions, that''s all it was to me currently. So, red cat, ozone, blood, black cat? Things were getting more confusing. The voice came again, this time sounding like it was just a few feet away. I tried to turn my head in the direction of the sound, but I couldn''t move. It felt like being back in the void after I died. Strangely, the thought of being dead again didn''t disturb me like I thought it would. No, that wasn''t entirely correct. It did disturb me; I just felt separate from the weight of that possible revelation. Bah! That doesn''t matter right now. I need to focus. Before I could start my chain of cat thoughts again, I felt the world rumble, shaking me like an earthquake. When the noise blasted out, it sounded like it was directly yelling into my ear. In fact, I''m pretty sure somebody was yelling in my ear. Like water down a drain, I felt myself being sucked out of the void and breaking the surface. Feeling and clarity came rushing back. "You stupid, idiotic, comatose pretty-boy. Wake the hell up already!" Fluttering my eyelashes, I opened them to the sight of a blurry wall of blue flesh hovering over me. As my eyesight adjusted, I felt the rush of healing energy settle inside my flesh. It honestly felt so good. Wrong... But good. It pulled something from me but I couldn''t care. I wanted nothing more than to just sink into the earth and rest. Of course, the moment I started relaxing, a meaty hand slapped me back to reality. Bolting up, I looked around in alarm, every instinct screaming danger. Taking note of my surroundings, I was propped up against the wall. However, I was further out than my normal position during the waves. "What the?" I asked confusedly. "Welcome back to the living, idiot. Now stop being a sleeping beauty and get up. We need you pronto," came an irritated voice from my left. "Sam?" I slurred. Provided I didn''t recognize her for a second because half her body was dyed red. It looked like someone took a giant brush and only painted the left side of her body. After the brief confusion, my mind went into overdrive with concern. "Sam?! What the hell happened to you?" I shouted, already beginning to stand up and approach her. She slapped my reaching hand away. Turning her back to me, she pointed across the field. "I''m not hurt. I just got covered in Xertalus'' blood. You got hit pretty hard, so we had to drag you away from the fight. Now stop worrying about me and focus. We need ¨¢ine; start chugging a potion and go." she said seriously, any hint of her usual playfulness absent. Focusing on where she was pointing, I saw a grisly-looking scene. Levin and the twins were busy dodging the champion. Only Levin looked relatively unharmed sans the scrapes along his legs. Compared to the other two; Twin One had massive claw marks gouging his ribs, and Twin Two left arm hung limply by his side. "Where are the others?" I asked her while channeling mana into my healing skill. Soon, out popped ¨¢ine, who started bopping me on the head with her tiny fists. Her displeasure at my near death was evident as she sent her feelings through our connection. Mentally apologizing for my reckless actions, she settled down and awaited my commands. "Spencer, Meleena, Caldur, and Petraeus are on the other side of the wall recovering. The bird guy is overseeing the rest of Talon, and Xertalus is watching over Petraeus'' body. Not dead but also unconscious like you were. Orsk is quickly brewing potions while you were out of it," she informed me. She motioned her head in the direction of the village and started jogging. I followed her, and we entered the village through a new hole in the wall. The edges were burnt and blackened, and small spots on the inner wood were still smoking lightly. Speaking to me as we jogged, she kept her head forward, guiding us to a building near the edge of town. "You weren''t out too long, but it''s been around six minutes. Had to practically shove healing potions down your throat. ¨¢ine vanished after you reenacted Humpty Dumpty." She slowed down as we approached the small wooden building and turned to me before we entered. "You probably didn''t see them since they were taking turns, but the rest of the team switched out here and there. The damn beast is too intelligent. Dyllan is forced to guard Edithe and Matias; otherwise, it''d attack them whenever they started hitting him from range." I missed out on a lot. I was concerned about the others handling the monster without the rest of us, but there was nothing I could do outside of getting the others into action as quick as possible. Sam must''ve seen the worry on my face and reached out and put a hand on my shoulder. "We are vastly underprepared for this sort of thing. At least you can actually do something. I go out there. I get turned into cat food in no time flat. Let''s just do what we can." "You''re right," I sighed. This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. "Of course I am." I shoved her away and I opened the door. We walked in. The smell of burnt hair and skin plugged my nostrils and I nearly gagged. I noticed Orsk first, kneeling across Petraeus. He smeared a pinkish paste all over the unconscious elf. Xertalus rested on a chair next to them, watching over his brother. To the other side of the room the crow beastkin stood like a statue over two heavily bandaged individuals. Caldur was missing half of his mane and pieces of of armour rested on the floor beside him. Meleena growled at the unmoving birdman. While most of her upper body was undamaged, her right leg was tied to a splint while a heavy mass of bleeding bandages struggled to contain the flow over her stomach. "Give me a damn potion and carry me back there! I''m going to shoot that stupid beast in its eyes." She shouted at the crow. Caldur had his hands balled into fists, with his teeth gnashed together. He didn''t say anything and stared at the wall, no doubt directing his anger at the monster who injured him. When he saw us come in, he gritted his teeth even harder. "You need to heal up. If you go out there and get targeted like the others, you''ll be a sitting duck if it lunges at you. There is no guarantee Dyllan can taunt the monster safely and keep you safe. It has already been proven it can fail," the crow man said politely, unbothered by Meleena''s rage. The next words out of Melena''s mouth were more bestial anger than words. Between the silence of the other half of the room and team Talon''s side, the two areas were like night and day. Meleena turned her attention to Caldur, she opened her mouth to speak but paused as she noticed his anger. When she looked over and saw me, I swear I could see veins forming on her forehead. "You! Make yourself useful and fucking heal me! We''re stuck in here cause you decided to take a nap. Hurry it up!" She screamed as Sam and I slowly approached. Crossing my arms, I stopped and stared at the two. ¨¢ine copied my motion, briefly sidetracking my thoughts as I thought the little fairy was absolutely adorable. The small smile that ghosted my face was enough to send the female beastkin into a sputtering rage. Caldur clawed at the ground, digging deep scratch lines into the wood. The beastkin looked up at me with no small amount of anger as he took a deep breath and sighed loudly. Looking up at me, he stared at me for a while longer before finally speaking. "Heal us already. I need to go out there and ensure Retas and Setar are okay. I know they''re fighting the blood beast," he half growled. To my surprise, his eyes showed more than pride or anger. Concern. He seemed to genuinely care for the twins. At least I finally had a name. ¨¢ine slowly flew her way over and put a hand on Caldur''s head. Her hands started glowing green, and I saw the beastkin begin to relax his grip ever so slightly. Focusing on the soul tether with my familiar, I noticed ¨¢ine pouring in a heavier amount of mana than usual. Closing my eyes, I probed deeper. There''s something there... Obstructing the skill. I could feel her mana struggle to push into the beastkin''s body. It felt like the nature mana hit a wall of resistance before forcing its way in and entering veins. "Is there an issue, ¨¢ine?" I asked her. She didn''t reply at first, her head staring down at her hands. "Resistance. Bad Mana," she replied. I was curious, but she eventually finished, pulling her hands away from Caldur''s head. I could tell she was already down to less than a quarter of her manapool. But Caldur wasn''t that injured. Or he was and he didn''t look like it, but I don''t think that''s right. Now that I thought about it, why hadn''t they just used health potions to heal themselves? "Hey, is there a reason why you guys didn''t just heal via potions?" I asked out loud. Orsk answered me as he finished cleaning his hands with a towel. "We tried. The potions weren''t working, not entirely. Something about the mana from the monster''s lightning resists the healing mana. If we wanted to heal our wounds, we''d have to use our entire stock of potions." If the healing potions were ineffective and ¨¢ine disappeared when I went unconscious, how the hell did Sam manage to heal me? I gave Sam a questioning look. When she didn''t get what I meant, I motioned to my head and mouthed how at her. "Oh, I used up my entire supply of potions on you. Took five of them before you started showing signs of returning to the land of the living," she said dismissively. That was disturbing news. After helping the beastkin with his armour, Orsk turned to me. "Cyrus, I need you to heal everyone as much as possible. Suffer mana fatigue if you have to. It''s more than likely we''ll receive a lengthy enough resting period before the next wave," he instructed. Walking over to the furthest corner of the room next to the door, he bent down and shifted something underneath a grey blanket. As he moved the blanket carefully, it revealed Spencer''s unconscious body resting on the floor. "Xertalus, come help me carry Spencer to the wall. Your brother will be fine here. Sam, stay here and stand guard, I doubt anything will happen, but we shouldn''t be lax inside a rift. Caldur, if you are all healed up, go ahead and rush back to the fight. I''ll have the others help carry Meleena. We need to hurry, people. The longer we spend, not at our max strength, the higher the chance someone dies." Xertalus hesistated, his eyes darting between his brother and the door. Orsk looked ready to speak up but Sam grabbed his shoulder. He winced but Sam squeezed harder, forcing him to look. "I''ll protect him. I promise. I''m not as strong as you, but I can smash some skulls in. Go, buy us time to recover. He''ll need it," Sam said. "I..." He exhaled and balled his fists. "You''re right. I''m ready. But keep him safe, I''m trusting you." "Over my dead body, I swear." "Good. Good." Xertalus grabbed his axes and nodded to Orsk. Orsk smiled at Sam and directed Xertalus to carry Spencer out of the house. I went over to help carry Meleena, but she practically spat venom at me and had the birdman carry her instead. Seeing no reason to waste any more time on the idiocy, I shrugged and gave Sam a quick hug before following Orsk out the door. The man must have been struck harder since more than half his body showed burnt and cracked skin. The wounds were different than the burn injuries I was used to. Worryingly, I could see that the healthier parts of his flesh had a red tinge slowly overtaking the healthy flesh. I suspected that healing Spencer would wipe me out completely, even with potions. I decided to heal Meleena first since her wounds were the lesser of the two. As we quickly made our way up to the village wall, I was forced to down a mana potion to sustain ¨¢ine''s drain. The foreign mana fought and squirmed, resisting my familiar. But she tamed it eventually, forced her way past and dispersed the crackling red in a tide of verdant green. There was a brief tirade of angry growling from the female beastkin when the nature mana healed her leg. Before I could warn Meleena, the crow beastkin jerked her leg into position. The snapping noise made me cringe. Annoying woman or not, the hissing howl from Meleena barely masked the crunch as he adjusted the limb. By the time we made our way over to the others on top of the wall, Melena was completely healed. She wasted no time pulling out her bow and adding fire to the fight below. Things weren''t good. Twin One hid beneath a barricade, both arms mangled at his side. Levin was mostly undamaged, looking no worse than when I last saw him. However, he had a slight limp whenever he put weight on his left foot. The champion tried to capitalize on that, but Levin powered through the injury and remained out of reach. But only by a hair''s breath. Twin Two was hardly better than his brother. With only one arm, he struggled to deflect the attacks in time. Things took a turn for the worst when Twin Two slipped on some mud and failed to get out of the way. At the last second, he was able to bring his arm in front of him and brace his sword before the champion swiped a massive crimson paw. Like a rock skipping across a pond, he flew across the battlefield and bounced twice before coming to rest dangerously close to a pool of acid. The top of his fur sizzled but he didn''t move. The champion must have sensed it was the perfect time to pick off easy prey and pounced after the downed beastkin. It swiped at Levin then charged. It''s claws sliced the air leaving a trail of crimson crackles. But at the last second, an angry, roaring Caldur appeared. He blinked over the monster''s head and swung his sword down. Aiming for the remaining horn, his black-edged sword slashed down and met the electrified appendage with a sharp crack. Unlike last time, the blade did not slice cleanly through. The intense red electricity sparking off the horn brightened enough to shine like a flare in the night. It discharged and sent Caldur flying. He yelled and teleported away. The champion didn''t roar. It scratched long furrows into the ground. Caldur''s blade knicked a gash across its edge. Electricity sparked and zapped the air. but the red energy coming off of it was greatly diminished. Then the sparks stopped, and the glow dissapeared. Searching around franticly, it spotted Caldur near the fallen twin and charged. It was given no reprieve from the ranged squad as arrows pierced its legs and tore chunks of fur. Skills added to the salvo. Before it could leap, a wall of fire singed its face and forced it back. "Cyrus, focus on Spencer. Take this and hurry up," Orsk ordered. He pointed down bringing my focus back to the unconscious man by my feet. In his hand was a familiar glass vial filled with purple ooze. With no time to complain, I quickly downed the nasty thing and washed it down with another mana potion. My stomach roiled and a pounding headache slammed my skull. I gritted my teeth and powered through. For the next few minutes, all my attention was spent on ¨¢ine as she healed the man. I had to close my eyes to focus on our connection so that I could explore the hostile mana. Caldur and Xertalus took over the role of the twins and fought the champion. As I expected, I nearly bottomed out. Repairing the man took me to the dregs. Even with the skill booster, ¨¢ine pulled at our connection to drag out my mana pool. The hostile mana didn''t feel like electricity. It didn''t have anything that I would associate with an aspect. ¨¢ine''s nature mana brought to mind a spring breeze, the smell of flowers, and the feeling of growth. Different from Brelten''s unyielding forest, it was more akin to the recovery from a long winter, a new beginning of the year. The mana invading Spencer''s body was, in all sense of the word, angry. It brought the whispers of annoyance, a simmering rage behind a thin veneer of civility. Tying it all together was a longing for wanton bloodlust, to give in to the anger and fight. Whatever the mana was, it fit the theme of the champion''s full title. Blood and wrath. It raked its claws, but it called to me. Something about it drew me in. If I could only- When I finally came out of my meditation, I tried to stand up but instantly fell to my knees. Outside of the endless chill hollowing my body from the inside out, I felt emotionally drained. I was tired in mind, body, and soul. I looked down at my familiar, who was similarly sprawled out on top of Spencer''s chest. With my remaining strength, I reached over, scooped the tired fairy up, and brought her closer. ¨¢ine''s gratitude and relief spilled into the mental connection before she returned into my soul. Orsk gave me a sympathetic pat on my shoulder before crouching down above Spencer''s face. The man woke up slowly with a few light slaps before bolting to his feet. He desperately whipped his head between us, searching. "What the? Where am I? What happened?" Spencer rattled off. Orsk gripped the man and squeezed enough to settle him down. "Listen, you were injured, and Cyrus managed to heal you. I was told you were all attacked by a massive blast of lightning and suffered severe injuries. You can ask the others later for clarity, but we need your skills now." His words must have been enough to center the man since Spencer took stock of his surroundings. His eyes hovered over my weary form before nodding and looking down where the others fought. He swore under his breath; I made out the sounds of his chanting and watched the others tackle the boss. Time became a blur as I dealt with the effects of mana fatigue. With Spencer''s buffs settling over the melee combatants, the champion was harried on all sides, forced to expend more of its dwindling supply of energy. As the fight dragged on, Caldur and Levin used ambush tactics while Xertalus served as the main tank. Between the blasts of acid and ice, Caldur''s showy slashes slowed monster as he focused on its back legs. There was a scream from nearby. Edithe? Levin must have finally slipped with his bad leg and got gored by the champion''s horn. He was tossed away as the monster tore the blade from Levin''s stomach, leaving a massive hole as he tumbled to the ground. Xertalus capitalized on the monster''s half-second of a distraction and activated a skill. His axes gained a crystalline edge and nearly dismembered the lion''s back leg. To prevent the monster from turning around and retaliating, Spencer cast a barrier next to its body, blocking it from shifting its weight. With a final salvo of skills, the lion was engulfed in a torrent of orange flames while an arrow struck the monster''s savaged limb and exploded in white light. It pricked my eyes and I had to squint as my brain squeezed. Like a lightbulb going out, the red energy surrounding the monster vanished. And with one final blink from Caldur, he once more appeared above the monster. This time, he brought his greatsword down and sliced entirely through the final horn and into the neck of the champion, severing its head from its body. With a roar of his own, Caldur raged into the open air, pounding his chest over his metal plate. More than a few others joined in on the revelry, especially team Talon. And like that, the third wave ended. The Champion of Blood and Wrath vanquished. Chapter 19: A Heros Banquet I wanted nothing more than to lie down and take a nap. Sadly, much like a pauper wishing to be a king, I was forced to accept that my wants were nothing but dreams. Orsk wasted no time in practically shoving a mana potion down my throat and had Levin carried over to me. I summoned ¨¢ine and gave her a sympathetic squeeze before slowly lowering her towards Levin''s stomach. Even with the mana potion, I felt ragged. I felt raw. My mana channels jolted my insides in protest. Me and my poor summons were granted enough leeway that we only needed to heal most of the damage to the point where he was stabilized. We could heal him later after we''ve had a chance to rest and recover. If Talon ever dares complain again about bringing me along, I''ll shove my pointy spear up their asses. The mention of my spear made me realize I was weaponless. I had absolutely no idea what happened to my weapon after I fell. Tugging on Levin''s arm as he got up, I grabbed his attention. "What''s wrong, Cyrus?" he croaked out, sounding as exhausted as I felt. "What happened to my spear? I sorta need my weapon since it''s my only one," I managed to say. Even my throat felt raw. "Your spear?" he replied, looking confused for a second before clarity showed in his eyes. "Sam took it as far as I recall. The beast didn''t take too kindly to being impaled. Good thinking, by the way." I accepted the compliment gracefully and got up myself. Giving ¨¢ine another hug, she returned back to my soulspace. With any luck, she can get some rest before being brought back out. As we walked off the wall and back to where we had left Sam and Petraeus, I finally addressed the pending notification. Protect the Village of Holmfirth Wave: 3/10 Survived Villagers Survived: 98% Time remaining till next wave: 13h: 54mins: 21sec Stand tall, Ascendants. You have vanquished the Champion and secured precious time for the villagers of Holmfirth. Take the time to rest and nurse your wounds, for you have more to weave into this heroic story of yours. Fourteen hours? Fuck yes, I closed the notification and nearly dropped to my knees then and there. The ground looked more comforting by the second. When we returned to the small house containing our other team members, Xertalus and Matias rushed ahead and nearly knocked over a few people in their excitement. Hanging by the door was none other than Petraeus. He looked ragged and dirty but better than before. Sam sat in a chair, waving at me as we approached. Orsk waited till the brothers released the tired elf from a tight hug to step forward. "How are you feeling, Petraeus? I was sure we would have to wait till Cyrus healed you till you regained consciousness." Was Orsk suspicious of something? I was somewhat surprised the beastkin didn''t sound as concerned as I thought he would. Before Petraeus could open his mouth to speak first, Sam stepped in and answered for him. "About three seconds after the notification appeared about completing the wave, Petraeus woke up. He sat up and puked out some congealed blood. Considering I have no healing skills of my own, I decided to administer a healing potion carefully. He stopped coughing up a lung and seemed fine after the potion''s effects kicked in," she explained quickly. Orsk nodded his and accepted what Sam said. Turning his attention back to Petraeus, he informed the man of how things went down. It was decided that I''ll heal him in an hour after I recovered. Since his health wasn''t in critical condition, I was less worried about healing the man immediately. Sorry, Petraeus, you''ll just have to put up with it for a little longer. Despite the loud cacophony of groans emitted by the group, Orsk managed to marshal us to the town hall. We could all disperse after informing the villagers. And with our timer being more generous than usual, there was ample time for everyone to decompress after we finished our duty. We were nearly deafened by a surge of shouting from inside the building. After calming down and taking in the scene, the shouts were actually cheers. Apparently, our successful vanquishing of the champion was broadcast to the rest of the village. In the corner, several men and women were bawling their eyes out, consoling each other in some sort of mournful happiness. Michael came rushing to us with a giant smile plastered across his face. "Oh, our heroes have returned! The guards delivered us news of your fight. Truly, without you, we would have no chance to defeat such a monster on our own," Michael gushed. With a single tear running down his face, he clasped Orsk''s hand and began pumping it vigorously. Honestly, the whole scene''s nearly cartoon-like level of drama made me feel like I was dreaming. It was all... Too much. The praises made me uncomfortable and the looks bordered an infectious fervor. "Come, come, we have prepared something for you all. We may not be able to fight, but we can help ease our saviors'' burden!" Michael exclaimed. He began tugging Orsk''s arm, pulling him deeper into the building. "Uh, thank you for the offer. But we are tired, and really mu-" Orsk began before he came to a stop as Michael released his hold and gestured to the display behind him. When I walked closer, I could see what brought Orsk up short. Behind Michael tables stacked from side to side, each holding an entire feast''s worth of food on top. In the middle, a giant keg of beer or wine had been propped against the a metal stand. The food looked fresh and still steamed in some places. A pair of women stood next to one of the ends with a cart of plates and bowls, with another smaller cart carrying cups and silverware. I wasn''t the only person to gawk at the display. And a few rumbling stomachs from our team signaled our thoughts about the hot meal before us. That, of course, brought another smile to Michael''s face. "Please, our people have worked hard to prepare this for you. We can still hear the sounds of fighting from over here. And some of the stories of our guards have brought both horror and hope to our ears," he said softly. He gestured to the crowd. "We can''t fight, but we can do this." Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. One of the two ladies next to the cart stepped forward. "Please, take some food and rest. To be stuck in here and feel so useless..." the woman. She visibly clenched her jaw and tightened her fists. A slight tremor could be seen running through her body. When she looked up, her eyes brimmed with tears threatening to fall. But, she held fire in her eyes. She cleared her throat; her voice remained steady despite the shaking. "We cannot help you out there. To defend our village against waves of monsters. Forced to rely on help from complete strangers here by chance. So, to fight against the roars and screams, to deafen our children''s ears to the ground rumbling explosions happening outside our walls, we did this. Once again, please, heroes, grab a plate and eat your fill. Let us contribute to this fight to help you recover so you may fight those horrific creatures. It''s selfish to ask but eat. Eat and recover. To give us hope that you''re at your best while we''re relying on you." When she finished her speech, nobody made a sound. Even the usually boisterous Meleena seemed more subdued. A motion to my right brought my eyes swiveling across the room. All around us, the rest of the villagers stood up. Many shared the same steely-eyed look that the woman had, even some of the children looking at us with a shaking fists. Orsk stood frozen, tongue uselessly lifting in his mouth but words came out. He made no move to grab a plate, seemingly stunned into paralysis from the situation. Of course, Caldur gave the man a look and snorted before walking forward. The woman practically beamed at him in relief when he grabbed a plate and started piling on food. The rest of team Talon saw their leader''s actions and quickly followed suit. The twins ended up looking like circus performers, comically balancing several plates in each arm. The rest of the team grabbed their own plates and drinks and mingled with the crowd. Sitting next to Sam, I found myself resting on a random cot as we scarfed down our meals. The food tasted great. And the heat battled against the shards of ice in my veins. As it turned out, healing was hungry work. After slurping up her last spoonful of stew, Sam nudged me. "What?" I asked, somewhat annoyed at her light nudge. The woman''s elbows were piston rods at this point¡ªbig, blue, and extremely meaty piston rods. She gave my face a searching look before shrugging. "This is still pretty crazy, isn''t it?" "What do you mean? Are you talking about the fact we''re in some sort of system-based, magical cultivation world? The fact that we''ve been reborn in new and strange bodies filled with magic? Or perhaps it''s the idea that we''re currently in a pocket dimension playing heroes in a monster invasion event?" Most of my snark was more playful than serious. But even with the generous meal, I failed to hide the edge to my voice. She rolled her eyes at my sass and put her bowl down. Another nudge nearly knocked me over. "I''m already used to all of that. Remember, off-brand she-hulk beats cancer girl any day of the week. I suppose the last one fits the best. I mean, seriously, all of this is fake. Fake in a way that it''s simulated life. Yet, hearing that woman''s speech, seeing her tremble in fear because of the situation? It... it just felt so damn real." Sam gestured around us, briefly stopping when she spotted some of the adventurers talking. The strangest sight was seeing the pyromancer from Talon shaking hands with all the villagers. Even Sam cocked her head at the sight but lowered her hand and looked me in the eye. "They are living, breathing people who actually have emotions and thoughts right now. The idea that they''re just going to cease existing the moment we are done kinda saddens me, you know?" I paused for a moment to digest her words. On the one hand, I agreed. To create sapient life to be used merely as actors in a repeatable play was certainly questionable on the ethics of the situation. But that was the thing. We weren''t back on Earth. We weren''t even humans any more. And back in our world, we had video games that amounted to the same thing in a sense. A line of code certainly wasn''t the same as breathing life that could scream cry, and bleed, but we didn''t know how this truly worked. They could be just figures of mana poured into a lifelike mold. "I can see where you''re coming from, but I guess I see the slight disconnect for myself about all of this. We''ve met literal gods, Sam, gods that exist as real entities that can shape the world. Cal was able to specify what I got reborn as. To shape something like that like it was nothing, all he had to do was sprinkle in some blood or whatever. Eraztis, a friggin mind eater who''s actually a god, did something funky with my soul. And you know what? It''s highly likely that they were very far from being at the pinnacle of their existence. Some being or beings out there created The Grand Weave. I guess, to me, it''s really not that hard to accept that some random pocket of energy can simulate life. Everything gets swept under the rug of magical B.S., and I move on." We sat in contemplative silence for several minutes. With nothing else to do since I was forced to wait to heal the others before retiring for the night, I decided to continue people-watching. Petraeus drunkenly waved a mug in the air to the beat of a song nobody else heard. Notably, his brothers, who before were the more excitable ones, were now reservedly sitting around next to their elder brother. I didn''t blame the older elf for deciding to get drunk. It tempted me, but I didn''t need booze to addle my brain. Edithe half-clung to Levin, and Spencer sat broodingly between her and Dyllan. Despite his exhaustion, Levin seemed to find himself as the center of attention, with several men and women listening to his retelling of the battle. Though I suspected Edithe would be serving as a formidable buffer to any of the villagers who wanted more personal time with the dashing rogue. I spotted Orsk sitting with the village leader and enjoying a relaxing chat. I continued gazing around the room. Eventually, it settled on the final team of the expedition. Caldur''s look was similar to Spencer''s. The beastkin watched, but he looked more lost in thought than I was. Meleena was busy being Meleena and sat next to Caldur with her face tilted upward. For some reason, despite her haughty attitude, I suspected she secretly enjoyed the looks of worship. The twins made me chuckle. They loudly snored while sleeping in a ball of limbs and tails. Pieces of food stained their fur and the villagers looked on almost endearingly. And then there was the crow. The pyromancer was the oddest person of the bunch. From what little interaction I had with the beastkin, he was the silent and reserved type of person. But at the moment? Currently, he mingled almost amiably amongst the villagers. Several men and women patted the guy on his back, and he willingly met every hand with a handshake. Seeing him being social was like watching a fever dream come to life. It was such a difference to what I expected that I had trouble reconciling the person across the room with the person I thought I knew. Not that I really know him. You''ve talked like twice, Cyrus. I sighed and relaxed my shoulders while resting my head against Sam''s. Like that, the party continued, and I finally felt I was rested enough to summon my familiar. The little fairy found herself the center of attention and was especially popular amongst the children. Seeing that little tyke''s smile made me feel compassionate enough to summon Zharia as well. I spent a minute dealing with her barrage of questions, asking if I was alright, and then settled her down. The vain little bird transformed into the show''s star as she performed little tricks. "Just avoid hurting anyone. No need to bring the vibe down." Zharia huffed and puffed flames much to the amusement of the kids below. "I wont!" I got a few appreciative pats on the back from the parents when I made my way over. Edithe gave me a tight hug as I healed Levin and whispered a thank you into my ears before I left. I was given similar thanks from the brothers after topping up Petraeus. Seeing as I did my duty for the night, I slowly hobbled my way outside. Even with the open cots inside the town hall, I decided to appropriate one of the empty houses to sleep in. I made sure to tell Orsk where I would be before actually leaving but was stopped before I could turn away. "Huh? Is there something wrong, Orsk?" I asked the man as he put a hand on my shoulder. "Ah, nothing is wrong, Cyrus. I just wanted to offer some advice before you head off," he quickly explained. "Oh?" "Before you head to bed tonight, try to meditate. I know you''re tired, but hear me out. You don''t have to do anything but should center yourself for a few minutes before you sleep. If my suspicions are correct, you''ll have appreciated spending the effort after you wake up." I scrunched my face but mentally shrugged and accepted the advice. "Thank you, goodnight." "Goodnight, Cyrus. Rest well." I walked around a bit before finding an intact home close to the town hall. Thankfully, inside was a massive bed with what looked like fresh sheets. Despite desperately wanting to head to bed, I ultimately decided to follow Orsk''s advice and meditate. I wasn''t going to try working on my mana conduits tonight, but the meditation did help me feel better. Though, it had the expected side effect of making me feel even more sleepy than before. Eventually, I couldn''t keep up the physical effort to stay awake and clocked out after my head hit the soft pillow. Chapter 20: An Unwanted Wake-up Call Something was wrong. The room brushed my skin with eerie cold, cold enough that I could see my breath in the air. There were faint rays of light pushing through the room''s curtains, so I knew it was at least sometime in the morning. I pulled up my system clock. Time: 6:04 A.M. Time Remaining till next wave: 6hr: 37mins: 11sec Still a decent amount of time left. Back to more present matters was figuring out why the room was so damn cold. I got up slowly, not making a sound as I did. I silently summoned Zharia and had her hide in my hood. Through our connection, I could feel her generate a tiny bubble of warmth. The bubble was more like a field of energy that extended to just a few inches from my face. Still, it was hot enough to warm me up and melt the chill in my bones. After I limbered up I carefully made my way to the main living room. When I turned the corner, I froze. I summoned my spear and brandished it at the shadowy figure sitting by the table. Despite my reaction, the creature or person did not move and merely sat there, staring at me with three crimson eyes. I could feel Zharia''s alarm. her body growing hotter, starting to distort the air. For more than a few agonizingly silent seconds, we stared at each other. I nearly ordered Zharia to attack before he spoke. "Curious, I sense no fear from you," the creature whispered. His voice sounded distorted and bubbly. The creature hid in the room''s shadows, angled in such a way that I couldn''t make out any details other than a vague silhouette and its glowing red eyes. Though... I should be able to see. There''s enough light. For the most part, it looked humanoid. I could just barely make out the elongated claws in places of its hands and feet. "What are you? And why are you here?" I asked in return. Instead of answering, he continued to stare at me. The three eyes tracked my form, up and down from across my boots toward the back of my cloak. I felt something weird from the creature. It wasn''t something I could adequately describe. It felt wrong, and yet, at the same time, it felt right. It was contradictory and made my head swim. The creature felt off, off in the way that it didn''t seem like it fit into the natural world. It was a sense of perversion that broke some mystical, fundamental rule that made reality reality. Yet... I felt something else. It made my skin crawl and tingle, but not in wrongness and more in want. It was a fragile sense of allure that wanted to draw me in. This creature either had or was something that made me bare my fangs. It felt like some instinctual part of me had just woken up for the first time, and it was now clawing at my mind in a scramble to be set free. "Hmmm, curious indeed. I can smell it better now. The scent is exceptionally potent up close," the creature spoke again. I couldn''t see his face, but the creature must have cocked his head in an almost inquisitive fashion if I was to judge by how the eyes turned. I wanted to ask what it was talking about, but it continued its rambling. "Ahh, this explains a lot. Though... hmm, strange. Yours was not the scent from earlier. No... You lack its flavor. The creature paused, and then inhaled His eyes wobbled for a moment and then closed before opening them a second later. Before, his eyes looked at me, but I detected nothing from them other than their attention. Now? Now, it felt like the intensity of the stare was trying to worm its way into my soul. It was as if the creature thought it could see inside of me if it peered hard enough. "OH MY! YOU SMELL ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS! I CAN SMELL IT! I CAN SMELL THE SPIRITS ON YOU! SO POTENT! OOOOOOOH YES! SUCH REFINED BLOOD! I WANT IT! I NEED IT! GIVE ME SOME OF YOUR BLOOD!" The creature stood up and his hood slipped free. A crown of three blackened horns jutted out from the creature''s head. His hair was strands of red fleshy tentacles, and his face was sharp, with the flesh looking stretched as tight as can be across it. The three crimson eyes were positioned centrally, in the spot where a person''s nose should have existed. And on both sides of its cheeks were slits that looked like gills. The creature''s mouth was locked into a salivating grin, each tooth a sharpened triangle. I kept the spear level with its face and started to slowly back out of the doorway. When the creature noticed my actions, it froze. When it twitched for a brief moment, I was ready to jump back but didn''t need to. Without warning, the creature straightened its back, and its face morphed into a calm nothingness. He then proceeded to dust off some unseen particles from its red-colored robes and sat back down. "AHEM. Yes, well then. Sorry about that. I lost myself there for a second," the creature said carefully. He sounded embarrassed over his temporary loss of control. Against my better instincts, I decided to reply. "Who are you? And why did you get all freaked out about my blood?" I asked. "Hmmm, I would say I go by a couple of names, but I suspect they are not my real name. Something feels... off." He growled and clutched his head. With a snarl, he decided to leap at me, claws extended. I swiped my spear up, angling it between us. The creature stopped and leaned back. A low snarl left his throat. I didn''t hesitate to jump away and send a mental command to Zharia. Within seconds, the dim room was bathed in the light of golden flames. My heart thundered as the torrent of flames slowly died down. With my night vision destroyed, I was thankful that some of the house was set afire, providing a gold-tinted illumination to see by. I frantically scoured the room for signs of the creature but saw nothing. "Master, look up!" Zharia screeched. I looked up. Oh. The creature hung from the ceiling, utterly untouched by the flames below. The only signs of damage were four tears in its robe, revealing glimpses of the form underneath. It was like a scene from a horror movie, only more disturbing with the addition of two new sets of spindly limbs. These appendages, thin and elongated, protruded from the creature''s back, resembling a grotesque pair of wings. You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. He unleashed an ear-piercing shriek and flung himself from the ceiling. I braced to impale the creature, but he moved faster than before. As I angled my spear, he twisted midair and landed within striking distance. I called for Zharia''s mana¡ªno response. In a flash, it enveloped me in a vice-like hug, His four spindly back arms trapping me like a bug in a cocoon. My heart sank as the creature''s mouth split open, revealing rows of crimson teeth. Immobilized, I could only watch as its hands slowly reached towards my face. I sent more urgent commands to Zharia but was met with stony silence. For whatever reason, she wasn''t responding, and I was forced to deal with the creature alone. I wanted to shut my eyes when its monstrous jaw leaned in closer, but I couldn''t bring myself to look away. This was it; I was about to end my magical journey in the belly of some crazed monster However, the jaw-snapping, face-eating moment never came. When the creature cupped my face in its palms, it screeched a banshee-like wail and released me. Confused, I pitched forward and caught myself with my arms before hitting the floor. As I pushed up with my hands, my vision wobbled. The world spun, and it took me two more tries till I was finally able to stand up. I looked across the room to the now silent creature staring at me with his arms crossed over his chest. I looked for my weapon, but sadly, I noted it was lying next to the creature''s feet. "Explain yourself, felkin. Why did I get a prompt from the Weave for attacking you? WHAT IS GOING ON?!" The last words were intoned with something other than words and made my insides feel sick. I spat on the floor when an awful taste entered my mouth, and glared at the creature. "I don''t know what you mean, you bastard. I don''t even understand how or why you are here." I growled. The creature''s eyes flashed. "I can tell something is strange about this. Why do I feel off, lacking, like I''m missing some part of me? I am not whole, and I do not know why. There is no reason for the Weave to appear unless we were in sanctioned ground. I demand that you explain yourself, whelp." At this point, I expected people to burst into the building any time now. With all the ungodly screeching emitted from the monster, the rest of the team had to have heard something by now. Or, if this thing dragged on long enough, there was a high chance the burning building in the middle of the village would be enough of a bat signal. "Stop stalling, newborn, and explain." "First of all, why are you calling me a newborn? Secondly, I don''t know. I don''t even know what you are." The creature snorted at my words. It waved a hand dismissively a second later when I opened my mouth to speak again. "Please, you''re a hatchling barely standing on your pitiful legs. While it may be true you could be an ancient one without having gained power, I find that highly unlikely. You reek of power, intoxicating, delicious power... Boy, if we were in the Underworld, I''d be fighting off waves of monsters to talk to you this privately. No, you are, without a doubt, a fresh youngling. Untiered and unevolved. I don''t even think you''ve consumed the blood of another." That was a lot to pack in, but the main gist revealed a growing suspicion of mine. I looked behind him to the room being consumed by fire and stared at the untouched and closed door. I had no weapons and no options, and my only offensive summon was somehow out of commission in my hood. If the creature was okay with having a conversation instead of attacking me, then I would be the world''s greatest conversationalist. Turning my gaze back to the creature, I stared it in the eyes as I asked my question. "You speak as if there is some familiarity with my kind. I have met very few who knew what I was. How do you know that I''m a felkin?" His eyes narrowed, and it uncrossed its arms. The fingers of its other pair of arms started flexing in the air as if grasping for something. "How do I know what race you are? Are you trying to mock me, child? I know what race you are because we are both demons. You may be only a felkin, and others might look down upon you for that, but that does not mean you are not of my ilk. Get some blood, evolve your bloodline, and tier up. You''ll find yourself not so different from others of our kind. Despite what they howl in protest." Well, that confirmed things. Need to keep stalling. "Are you the thing that Horux summoned? Are you the person sending waves of blood beasts to the village?" I asked. "Don''t call me a thing, youngling. I AM Arz''odral, the Viscount of Blood. Or I believe I am. I do not feel right. Like my powers are missing, I am weakened somehow," he snarled before calming down and continuing. "And yes, I was summoned by that idiot villager. So eager was he for power and revenge, only to realize how pathetic his containment circle was. That pathetic human is little more than a dried husk in the ground. Take this as some advice for future you. Often, people will fail to draw the summoning circle correctly. And the sigils of containment are so very, very, easily broken. You need not be a succubus and charm your way into the world. If you want to pop a bubble, all you need to do is find the weakest... Point." More shit to file for later. "Enough playing around. Answer me! Why I can''t touch you? Why is the system interfering? No more questions from you, ONLY ANSWERS." "I''m don''t know what you mean," I started. I quickly put up a placating hand to forestall the demon''s wrath. "My team and I entered a wild rift as part of the expedition and clearing team to complete it. We''re currently in the process of completing a scenario event. I''m not sure, but I have my suspicions about why you might feel the way you are." Arz''odral''s face went blank. His eyes dimmed, and they seemed to lose focus of their surroundings. The demon''s entire body went stiff and froze to utter stillness. Only their shadows danced across the room, as the living room behind them glowed in the crawling flames. It was only then that I noticed I neither felt the heat nor smelled the smoke that should have been blanketing me. Looking closer, the flames and gray smoke stopped about a foot from the demon. Whatever magical crap it pulled--prevented me from coughing my lungs out. I took a few tentative steps away from the demon and tried to make my way to the room''s only window. I was less than a quarter there when Arz''odral wailed. "Reduced to a mere fragment! A plaything for the system to use as whatever pawn it desires. How dare it! I refuse. I REFUSE!" Arz''odral shouted to the empty air. A pool of blood emerged from the floorboards and submerged the demon''s feet. Like a writing whirlpool of red, it swirled chaotically and grew. The flames and smoke vanished as the wind whipped up by the raging blood blew it out of the building. I held a hand in front of my face to shield myself from the growing storm and quickly retreated. By the time my back pressed itself against the window frame, the raging, crimson calamity in the center of the building had shredded most of the wood and stone around it. With a pulsing heartbeat similar to the one before the start of a wave, the wall of frenzied blood exploded outwards and briefly turned my world red. I waited. But nothing happened, no pain, nothing. I opened my eyes and found myself in the remains of a charred and shredded building. When I looked down I inspected my body for damage. Unharmed. Not only that, I was completely untouched. The ground looked like a scene from a massacre, but I was squeaky clean. Before I could look around to snoop for any clues to what had happened, a small voice mentally chirped in my head. "M-Master? Wha... what happened?" I reached behind my head and carefully brought the small bird out from my hood. Holding her gently up to my face, I examined her for any damage. She tired and felt groggy. Her flames were dim, and she lay collapsed in my hands. I lowered my voice and answered softly. "I don''t honestly know, Zharia. That whole thing was a writhing ball of craziness. I''m glad you''re okay, though. I think you passed out after the demon screeched at us." Seeing the little bird all tuckered out angered me. But, as long as she got to rest in my soul space, I was sure she would recover. She made no protests as I slowly lowered her to my chest, and I watched her disappear. After she vanished, I felt her comforting and familiar weight inside my soulspace. As I got up and dusted myself off, I stared at the morning sun, only to find out it wasn''t really the sun. The crimson moon was still there, but it lit up the tinted sky with rays of light pink. This world''s fucking weird. Adjusting to three potentially alive moons was enough of an oddity back in Inoria. After reorienting my sense of direction, I started walking to the town hall. Of course, to complete the cherry on top of the crazy cake that was this morning, I manged three steps before an angry mob surrounded me. Half of the expedition team members were stepping out from the crowd as I stopped in place. The lead person in the group was Orsk, and he approached carefully. I waved to him cheerfully and put on a thin smile when I saw Sam staring at me intensely. "Well, hi guys, fun morning we''re having?" Chapter 21: Explaining Myself After settling the crowd, Orsk led me to another abandoned building for interrogation. Not everyone was there. Orsk, Sam, Matias, Dyllan, Spencer, Caldur, Meleena, and I were in the large living room. I assumed the others were still sleeping somewhere else in the village. I got a thumbs-up from Dyllan when I asked about Levin and Edithe. I chuckled in return. I couldn''t blame them for wanting to spend some quality time together. Xertalus and Petraeus were still sleeping, and the rest of team Talon was off doing whatever. After everyone settled themselves somewhere inside the living room, Orsk asked me to explain how I found myself in the remains of a blown-up building. And so the next half hour was spent telling them the story of how my morning went. I was interrupted and bombarded with questions before Orsk imposed order and forced everyone to wait till after I finished explaining. After I finished, Orsk held up a hand to silence everyone and spoke first. "How sure are you that everything you said is correct?" he asked gently. I glared but quickly retracted it. "I''m not in shock, and I wasn''t so scared out of my mind that I wouldn''t have been able to remember anything. You should already know Orsk. I''m sure Brelten told you about Sam and me. So yes, everything I said is accurate." Orsk held up both hands placatingly. "I''m not accusing you of anything, Cyrus. I just wanted to confirm all the details. We can begin discussing everything now that it''s out of the way." Matias was the first to ask a question now that Orsk officially opened up the discussion. "Should I grab Xertalus and Petraeus? This seems like something we should all be here for," Matias asked. "Aye, should I get Edithe and Levin as well?" Dyllan added. Orsk looked to think about it for a second before shaking his head. "There''s no need. Anything asked here can be relayed to the others afterward. We still have plenty of hours till the next wave," he answered. Sam stepped up and crossed her arms. "Are you sure? Shouldn''t we be worried about this Arz''odral? We know he can approach us now, and we currently have no idea where he is." "No, I don''t think any of us are in any real trouble. This Arz''odral is almost certainly the main monster of this scenario. From what I know and what Cyrus confirmed in his story, he can''t hurt us. And while the system is usually flexible on how things are done, something like this would inflict severe punishment. And considering that he''s already been warned before for attacking Cyrus, it wouldn''t dare make that mistake again. So, no, I think we''re safe at the moment. Things, of course, could easily change once the waves resume," Orsk said, addressing the room. Sam grunted, obviously unhappy, but she resumed her earlier position of leaning against a wall. Hers wasn''t the only sour face. Meleena practically sent eye daggers at me while Caldur held a steady, intense, burning look my way. Though, I didn''t think he was actually angry. Anger was his teammate sitting next to him. No, instead, it just felt like an intense inquisitiveness. Almost as if he thought that if he stared hard enough, he''d find the answer to all his questions. I hid my shudder. It reminded too much of how Arz''odral. "So, I want to get this straight. The big, bad demon man came to you because he thought you smelled good?" Matias asked slowly. "No, not entirely. He said that he smelled it earlier. But he did say that I smelled excellent anyway," I explained. "Err... So why did he think you smelled good? Is he like some vampyr or something? With the whole blood theme going around, maybe he wanted you? Though, it brings to question why he thought you smelled so nice," Dyllan added. "I believe I can answer this. Despite how rare demons are in Inoria, not to mention our kingdom. I''ve managed to hear some rumors about them. It seems that across the Grolus Sea in the empire of Lurula, you could find them more commonly. Specifically to all races under the umbrella of demon-kind is the fact they share a racial perk," Orsk said. He gestured a hand to me before continuing. "This perk allows demons to evolve and gain power through the consumption of blood. Much like a proper vampire rather than a vampyr, if the blood is of a higher tier, it provides permanent benefits in some way. If this Arz''odral is a copy of a real Viscount of Blood, it certainly has the perk. Though it is highly doubtful that it would have actually gained anything since the demon is a higher tier than Cyrus, it probably wanted to enjoy him like one would a fine wine." That was an unpleasant thought. If the mood was lighter, Sam would have taken pleasure in teasing me about being the ultimate aromatic drink. And probably something else about attracting demon daddies. When I looked at Sam, she returned my look with a faint smirk on her lips. At least that confirmed I knew my friend well enough. "Weird blood evolution thing aside, this means another scent inside the village attracted the demon''s attention. If we can, we should find it in case something bad happens," Matias continued. There were several nods of agreement at his statement. "Very well. If we can spare time after the next rest, we will give the buildings a search. If we find that not all the villagers have been holding up in the town hall, we can bring them there and figure out what to do," Orsk answered. Another look around the room confirmed that we understood and moved on. "The biggest worry we have now is the fact that a scenario monster got awakened. Usually, outside of messing up the scenario, the issue remains relatively inconsequential. However, we''re dealing with a very knowledgeable and powerful boss monster. And not just a monster, but a copy of a powerful demon. One that knows how the Grand Weave works. We need to be extra cautious about how things turn out." Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. Meleena seemed to burst and stepped forward. She pointed an accusing clawed finger my way before turning her ire at Orsk. "And what exactly does that mean? What does an awakened monster mean? What did this pearl do? Did he destroy our ability to get this rift reward?!" As the questions grew, so too did the vitriol in her voice. By the end, I could hear her snarling her words and releasing a low hissing growl on the final question. Sam clenched her jaw, and I saw her hands balled up. She looked ready to skin the beastkin but was stopped before she could confront Melerna. Surprisingly, it was Caldur who gripped Meleena''s shoulders and pulled her back. At the strength of the grip, she half-turned her body to face her leader, growling at him as she did. "Let me go! This idiot might have ruined everything! He-," Meleena started lashing out but was silenced by Caldur''s own rumbling growl. It was the kind of thing that would have made me pale in fear back on earth¡ªthe sound of an angry predator echoing in the now silent room. "Even if you''re right to be angry, you will calm down. That pearl you keep sending spite-filled glares at is the reason Retas and Setar are alive. Show him some respect. Even if the fool is not yet tier one, he has done his job diligently. Am. I. Understood?" Caldur growled. His words were met with more beastly snarling and some baring of fangs. All in all, it felt like watching a nature documentary about giant cats. Throughout the entire thing, Orsk stood silently with a neutral look on his face. Thanks to his guild training, the man must have been used to dealing with adventurers of all sorts. I doubted he''d get the position as a guild representative otherwise. Eventually, the two feline beastkins quieted down and let Orsk continue the discussion as if the whole spat never happened. "To answer Meleena''s questions, simply put, I don''t know. I said that it is usually inconsequential. Awakened monsters are not unknown. And the event usually occurs in higher-level rifts, especially in cases with the awakened being a psionic skill user. Due to the mental aspect, spirits, and spirit beasts are generally susceptible to being accidentally awakened if it occurs. Rarer cases, when it is a person, are even more unknown. As far as I know, there have only been two cases in our records where the boss monster of a scenario is the one who awakens. One record stated that the monster ended up killing itself in a blind rage after gaining knowledge of its existence. The second record was a scenario event about a dwarven king who let the scenario play out as was intended. The only difference in the expected script was when the king invited everyone to a feast before changing the final encounter into a massive festival in the city. The grand event was the fight between the adventurers and the king," he lectured. "So this Arz''odral is most likely going to derail the scenario then. From what Cyrus said, he did not take it well when he learned it was just a copy," Matias followed up. "Perhaps. It seems likely to do something, but we can''t honestly know without asking it. And that is something we should probably avoid if we can. There is always the chance it might still attack us anyway, even if it knows it''ll be penalized. The last thing we need is the demon to drop a horde of monsters into the town hall out of spite." The discussion continued with a few more clarifying questions before concluding twenty minutes later. Sam stuck around while the others went off to do their own thing. Matias promised to let his brothers know the situation, and Spencer went with Dyllan to inform the rest of their team. Caldur had to escort the subdued Meleena away and head to the town hall. I sat down on the now vacated living room couch and rubbed my temples. Sam snorted before nudging me over. Her large frame took up most of the couch''s space, but l didn''t complain. I was honestly thankful for the company. "Hey," she said. "What?" I replied exhaustedly. "I have a serious question for you." "What is it?" I expected her to ask me if I was doing alright or if everything was okay, but that''s not what came out of her mouth. "Do you think vampires sparkle?" she asked in a completely deadpan voice. I scowled at her, not wanting to give her satisfaction for her idiotic joke. I, however, did not have as much stoic willpower as I thought and burst out cackling. Seeing that she made me laugh at her question, she joined me and chuckled. It felt good. I wasn''t lying when I told Orsk I wasn''t scared, but a building tension in my shoulders built up during the entire discussion. I knew I was useful, I knew I did my part, and I even had Caldur acknowledge it. Still, it was me who accidentally awakened Arz''odral, even if it was an accident. "Feel better?" she asked as she gave me a once over. I leaned into her and laid back on the couch. "Yeah, yeah. You got me to laugh at your ridiculous joke. And for the record, I hope that vampires do sparkle,''" I replied, making quotation marks in the air at the word sparkle. She chuckled lightly. "I''m just glad you''re okay, Cy. I''m not sure I could handle being associated with you if you ended up dying as a juice box to a fake demon. I mean, seriously, not the coolest way to go. We''re isekai protags now. If we have to go, we''re supposed to do it fighting the demon king or something, not some clone of a viscount." "You''re right, but you know? I don''t plan on going down at all, Sammy. I''ve been officially adopted by a demon god. There is no way I''m not going to go to the end of this storyline without becoming an immortal king myself." Like that, we bantered back and forth for a time. We were taking the time to relax before we dived head-first into a bloody war between adventurers and a demon''s blood-spawned army. At some point, Sam pulled out some of the silver fish we caught the other week, and I pulled out my neglected magical spice pouch. We spent one of the remaining hours making a meal with the fish and some fruits we had stored in our inventory. It must have smelled good because we attracted the attention of the elven brothers, and they joined us for breakfast. It was a pleasant experience to hang out with them, and it was nice to see Petraeus had recovered entirely from yesterday''s battle. It made me wonder how the trio of guards we befriended was doing. It would be nice to hang out with Warren and the others if we survived the rift. Before too long, we ended our impromptu breakfast gathering and headed to the wall. The remaining hours on the timer were spent repairing and helping others add defenses to the field. There wasn''t much we could do to add to our preparations, but we managed to magically dig out a dozen pitfall traps and lined the bottoms with wooden spikes. Despite some lingering concern over the viscount, I shoved it into the ''worry about it later'' category of my mind. It was time for the next beast wave. Protect the Village of Holmfirth Wave: 3/10 Survived Village Survivors: 98% Time remaining till next wave: 0h: 2mins: 14sec Chapter 22: Missing Vermin The fourth wave started off as usual. Despite our lingering concerns over the demon flipping the scenario script, the wave''s signal flare was the same as the others. The world contracted, and the crimson moon regained its snake eye. It bathed the world in its bloody gaze as the beast horde crawled out of the woods. But that wasn''t enough for the rift. The monsters had new mutations on their bodies that increased the danger. Wolves had twin horns jutting from their heads, the boars gained massive horns like a rhino, while the cat-like beasts had their tails christened with red spikes. The serpents had bone-like spines along their bodies. On and on, it went, with each type of beast displaying some form of new deadly additions made to their form. The waves were getting harder. We expected to face new challenges. And so, much like the last time we fought the beast wave, the battle started with a rain of arrows aiming for the more explosive members of the horde. With quaking explosions rocking the battlefield, the fourth wave began¡ªa staccato of fired salvo mixed with fireballs'' fwooshing and lightning bolts crackling. Any monster caught in the explosions released cries and hisses of anger, adding to the growing din of the battlefield. When the monsters hit the barricades and pits, they continued on in the same suicidal onslaught as the other waves. With no regard for their lives, they piled onto the s[ikes till they destroyed them. The pits took their victims by the dozens, whittling away at the frontline of the horde, but that just meant the monsters behind them used the struggling bodies as stepping stones to continue their frenzied charge. The wave was just moments away from reaching the pathway to our melee fighters. Seeing there was no time to waste, I turned to my familiar sitting on my shoulder. "Zharia, are you sure about this?" I asked. In response, the vibrantly colored sparrow fluffed up her feathers and spread her wings. "Master, I am. Let me do this. I want to contribute to the fight! I''ll make them BURN!" I sighed and relented. Zharia took flight and flew across the battlefield. She flew over the strip of land the beasts were rapidly funneling into and started unleashing jets of golden flames. She aimed not to do severe damage but to distract and confuse. With each pass, a new set of beasts would be blinded and screech in pain as she blasted their faces with hot fire. The beasts would then momentarily stop and lash out blindly and help bottleneck the wave, slowing the rush''s momentum and providing what extra time she could to our ranged attackers. Each swipe of a tail, or swing of a claw tied my muscles into knots with tension. Initially, when I summoned my two familiars, I planned on them to do what they did last time and wait with me till they were needed. Zharia, in particular, wasn''t supposed to be in combat till the flying blood beasts attacked or in case one of our team members needed some extra help. Instead, the moment she materialized into the physical world, I could feel her anger and resentment bubbling inside her. Through our connection, her feelings were loud and clear. She did not take her perceived failure in the confrontation with Arz''odral well. Realistically, there wasn''t much she could have done against the demon Considering that the enemy is most likely a borderline, if not a tier two enemy, we were lucky to have survived. At the very least, she was contributing to the fight in a meaningful way, and it allowed her to work out her frustrations. ¨¢ine herself remained poised and ready to jump into action the moment someone needed to be healed. I didn''t doubt that Zharia''s feelings were bleeding through and affecting the little fairy. "Whatever happens, ¨¢ine, I know you got this. We''ll make sure everybody survives this wave." I cheered. ¨¢ine looked me in the eye and nodded slowly before turning her gaze back to the battle. With my duties of mental encouragement settled, I summoned a spear out of my inventory and remained vigilant. Though, I scowled at the weapon in my hand. After the freak bloodstorm caused by Arz''odral, I couldn''t find my weapon. Despite the help Sam and the others provided, I was forced to accept that it was destroyed and had to borrow a spare from one of the town guards. It was a perfectly normal spear, if not a little too long for my preferences. Still, I didn''t like how awkward it was to wield in comparison to my old spear. And in a matter of life and death, I didn''t want any complications when it came to surviving the fourth wave. ----- "Cyrus, send ¨¢ine over to Levin and then have her circle around to Caldur''s team," Petraeus ordered. "Got it," I replied. By now, it''s been well over fifteen minutes since the wave began. With the help of our prepared defenses and our tactics in slowing the monsters down, we managed to avoid close-range combat for much longer than expected. And it was a good thing we did. The new mutations in the blood beasts added just enough difficulty for our melee fighters that injuries were accruing faster than usual. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. Caldur''s team was forced to be more reserved and fight with extra care using their mid-range skills. Of course, that drew on their mana and tired them out faster, forcing them to align their attacks to maximize the expenditure. Dyllan continued being a stalwart tank, but Sam was unable to engage as often as she liked. It wasn''t just the mutations that made the monsters more deadly; it was their toughness. Sam was still able to one-punch most monsters to goop with her tidal fist skill, but now they were able to weather the initial hit from her hammer. Levin offset the problem by being the finisher to most of Sam''s monsters. After she stunned them, he would sneak in and deliver an acid-coated dagger to the brain. Or whatever amounted to their brain. All in all, the fourth wave was a bumpier ordeal, but it wasn''t anything we couldn''t handle. Still, there was a minor problem that had us concerned. Throughout the entire wave, we saw the usual serpents, wolves, panthers, boars, etc. However, there was a distinct lack of another type of blood beast that we were used to fighting. "Still no warning signal from Orsk?" I asked Petraeus. The elf frowned deeply. His face was already scrunched up in concentration while he used his skills, but the question made it scrunch up even more. "No. Even he is concerned about the lack of flying blood beasts. At this point, he thinks none will show up this wave." "But that makes no sense, right? We fought them on wave one, and we fought them again on wave two. The third wave was a special fight, but I see no reason why they shouldn''t show up this time." He didn''t reply at first and continued a stone wall of silence. Eventually, he sighed deeply and lifted his staff from the ground. After channeling a visible amount of mana into the gem on top of the shaft, he slammed the staff back down with a loud thump. In front of the wall, a new wave of mud tentacles appeared and started wrapping themselves around monsters. They fought their bindings but the tentacles slammed them to puddles or tossed them aside. Finally, he glanced at me and answered. "It doesn''t make sense, but we could be wrong. We''ll find out during the next wave if they''ll show up or not. As nice as not having to worry about getting attacked from all sides, a change in the scenario is always concerning. Personally? Our biggest concern is whether or not the missing monsters will stop us from completing the wave. Now, stay focused. If the missing beasts do show up, we''ll need to be prepared to defend ourselves." Eventually, the last couple of monsters were destroyed, and silence finally spread across the battlefield. Not a single bat, bird, or anything with wings showed up during the fight. Those of us on top of the wall remained unmolested, and we were able to put our full attention on the beasts ahead of us. Another couple of minutes went by, but the system didn''t ding us with a prompt informing us the wave was over. We didn''t have to worry about any monsters playing dead due to the fact they turned into puddles of blood when slain, so the field was completely empty of monsters. Meleena was the first to speak up. "What''s going on? Did we miss any of the stupid beasts?" she growled. Silence. Nobody had answers. Levin even went over to the pools and pitfalls and checked if any of the monsters were still alive. But he returned to the wall and shook his head at our questioning looks. "Nothing," he said as he shrugged his shoulders. We all turned to Petraeus and waited to see if Orsk had anything to say. After a couple of seconds, the man nodded and refocused his eyes. "Orsk wants people to pair up and check out the forest. We might be able to fi-" Petraeus started before he closed his mouth at the new notification. A familiar blip appeared in the corner of my vision that signified a system notification. I looked around and noticed the others already had that far-away expression that people got into when accessing their system. After confirming I wasn''t the only one to receive a notification, I focused on the blip, and a system message opened up. Protect the Village of Holmfirth Wave: 4/10 Survived Villagers Survived: 98% Time remaining till next wave: 5h: 59mins: 34sec "So..." Levin started. "This means we''re done then?" Matias finished. "But why was there a delay in the system notification? It never took that long to update before," Edithe interjected. "This may sound weird, but I need to know. Does the system ever lag?" Sam asked. "Lag? What do you mean?" Edithe asked. Sam absently scratched her head and cringed at the lack of translation. "Err... I mean, does the system ever struggle to send notifications instantly? Like maybe it''s handling an issue, and all of its processing power is focused on whatever that issue is, causing a slow or a delay of sorts in the system itself." The rest of the team looked at her with derision and lightly amused looks. Petraeus slapped the back of his brothers'' heads and scowled at the others. "Ehem. No, Sam. The Grand Weave, or the system as we call it, does not lag. The weave is something that expands upon worlds and dimensions. It affects mortals and gods alike. It''d be the end of reality if the system ever lags," he explained. His words carried an almost religious fervor. There were several nodding heads in the crowd after Petraeus finished speaking. Sam gave an awkward, thin-lipped smile and slunk back. Personally, I found it hard to believe any system had no lag whatsoever. It''d have to be something to add to my ''ask Cal'' list. However, I wasn''t going to openly question something regarded with such reverence. At least, not at this time when tensions were still high and the setting poor for such a debate. That list is getting annoyingly long. Hopefully he''s up for the interrogation. Before we began heading back to the village, the last person to ask a question was one I didn''t expect. The crow beastkin of team Talon crossed his arms and regarded the forest. "To the question unasked by everyone. We are to assume that the delayed notification and the lack of certain monsters are because of the demon, Arz''odral, the Viscount of Blood. Now that he is aware of his life as a simulation, we are to continue under the expectation that he is the one causing issues, yes?" he asked no one in particular. His eyes remained fixed at the tree line of the dark forest, his eyes blazing with an inner flame, giving his gaze an unworldly glow. Chapter 23: Bloody Pride Caldur unleashed a bestial roar as he cleaved the serpent-bodied blood beast in two. The monster, mere inches from sinking its giant fangs into the lion-man''s shoulder, dropped to the ground and began dissolving into a puddle of red goo. With a final dramatic upswing, Caldur sent out a massive arc of shadowy energy that killed four more monsters at once. The beastkin was a reaper of death on the field. "What is this?!" Caldur roared out. The few remaining monsters near the man tried to rush him all at once but were quickly met with a whirlwind of shadowy lines and cold steel. One beast even suffered a swift, meaty fist to the jaw before being beheaded. "What nonsense is this?! Where''s the rest of the horde?" Nobody answered him, not the blood beasts charging at us, not the few remaining guards standing on top of the wall, and not the adventurers fighting beside him. There was no answer to give, not that some of the others didn''t share the same bubbling frustration. Like the last wave, the wave was smaller than expected. And to top it off, it wasn''t just the flying units missing this time. It didn''t take long to notice that the cat-based monsters were absent. They didn''t show up and run away. They just never popped out of the woods. On the one hand, it was a double-edged sword. The waves were more manageable, meaning fewer chances of injury or death. On the other hand, it meant that something could go explosively wrong. And there would be almost no way to predict what could happen. With a narrative set, we could plan and predict what we needed to do to an extent. Now that the leading actor went off script? We could only hope it doesn''t bite us in the arse with unbeatable odds. I turned my head to look at Petraeus and walked over. "So, I''m going to assume Orsk hasn''t had any hits on his ward?" I asked. After I finished speaking, Petraeus made a weird face that I couldn''t interpret. "Uh... what? Is something wrong?" "Hmmm, no, no. Nothing more alarming than what we already know. It''s just..." Petraeus started. "Just what?" "Well, sometimes I''ve noticed you and Sam speak very strangely. Most of the time, you are fluent and even have our kingdom''s local accent. Other times? There are weird, stilted inflections to your words, and sometimes you two speak unusual words in a sentence that I don''t understand. It''s jarring when I hear it, making it stand out even more," he explained. I sucked a small breath in between my teeth. Sam and I always found it weird that we spoke English from our world and yet found everyone else spoke it here. The primer touched upon it briefly, stating an in built function of the system and something special to Reborns. Either we weren''t really speaking English, or we were, but there was a magical auto-translation power affecting our speech. I only wished the system would have shown me some perk or passive skill to explain it. "Heh, sorry about that. As you know, I''m a felkin and not exactly from these lands. I''d like to think we did a good job learning your people''s language. Guess we''re not as fluent as we thought," I lied. I must not have sounded entirely confident in my answer, and Petraeus opened his mouth to speak, but I quickly cut him off. "Anyways, has Orsk detected anything? I assume the town is fine, considering he hasn''t asked for help." He narrowed his eyes, and for a brief moment, I was afraid he would call me out on my lie, but thankfully he didn''t and shook his head. "Fortunately or unfortunately not. It looks like wave five will finish without any additional issues popping up. Our only concern now is if we''ll face another champion after. If it follows a pattern, we''ll expect another champion monster on wave six, with a reduced timer between the current wave and the next one." "We plan on stalling before we complete the wave, just in case. Give us enough breathing room to get prepared. If you can, try to preserve your mana so we can make sure everyone is completely healed. There''s no excuse this time. We will respect the power that those beasts can wield. We will not repeat our mistakes." The last sentence was spoken with cold steel in his voice. His knuckles were white, gripping his staff hard enough that I could imagine it creaking in protest. It seemed that he wasn''t entirely over the near-death experience. I let the conversation lapse into silence and watched the battlefield before us. It didn''t take long for the team to whittle down the horde to only a single monster. There were very few injuries thanks to the ever-decreasing numbers. The only major injury came from a monster who slipped through Dyllan''s guard and managed to crunch down on his arm. Thankfully, a quick reaction from Sam saw the wolf monster smashed into a pulp. ¨¢ine was all too happy to rush off my shoulder and mend the broken bone. Petraeus tripped the last blood beast by trapping it in a giant ball of mud and had Xertalus flash-freeze the outer layer. The sight would have been comical if it wasn''t for the creature trying to furiously snap its jaws at the air. With little injuries, my and my familiar''s mana was back at full within the time we spent resting. We took the time to drink water and lightly snack on some rations. I pulled some candy out of my candy pouch and shared a generic chocolate bar with Sam. Of course, the others, who had a better sense of smell, quickly questioned what we were eating, and I found myself giving away the rest of my prize. I was sad to see my gummy worms go, but it was nice to share with the team. After half an hour, we got into our positions. With a tap of his staff, Petraeus crushed the blood beast inside the mud ball. After three seconds, the all-too-familiar notification icon appeared. Protect the Village of Holmfirth Wave: 5/10 Survived Villagers Survived: 98% Time remaining till next wave: 0h: 9mins: 55sec Prepare yourselves, Ascendants. A Champion of Blood and Pride approaches! The Sixth Wave will commence in ten minutes. We didn''t waste any time discussing or meeting. We planned as much as possible during our rest break. Without knowing exactly what would appear, there was no reason to build a detailed battle strategy. The only plan we had was to have the ranged fighters bombard the creature the moment it appeared. If we could weaken the monster before it ever got the chance to come closer, then we''d have vastly decreased the chances of one of us dying. Soon, the timer ticked down to the last couple of seconds. Once it hit zero, the world pulsed, and a whoosh of wind blew through the field. The sudden gust nearly blinded me, but pushed through and stared at the open field. The wind had cleared the fog but left a sphere of the mist near the tree line. It had a pinkish glow that lit up even in the darkened night. It started to condense into two parts as it reached about ten feet high. One was the vague shape of a bird''s body with its wings tucked in, and the second was a plume of tendrils spreading out behind it. After about a full minute, a brief flash of light pulsed from within the fog, revealing a fully formed champion. The Champion of Wrath had been massive lion with two horns and wielded lightning like a cloak. The Champion of Pride was a tall peacock with a head of sapphire blue and a body adorned with ruby-colored feathers. Behind it extended a large plume made of pink and white. Where the lion gave out a sense of anger and bloodlust, the peacock emitted an aura of arrogance. Its very being radiated a sense of majesty and beauty, but underneath, there were tones of superiority and disdain. That sharp aura was soon overshadowed by a warcry from someone on top of the wall. A shower of arrows rained down, followed by a burst of lightning and a wall of fire. The fog from before was blasted away by the explosion of power unleashed. Skills zipped through the air and soon covered the champion so completely it hid the champion behind a curtain of dust and fire. "HALT!" Petraeus called out. Matias and Melena kept an arrow knocked but ceased attacking. The world held its breath as we waited for the dust to settle. There was no way we killed the beast with the opening salvo. It was almost assuredly alive, even if it got hit by enough firepower to blow apart several buildings. Slowly, the dust dispersed. The champion stretched its legs and rolled its neck--a new form in the wake of death. The champion''s wings were spread wide into the air, curving into each other to form a ring of feathers. The feathers from before had morphed and now looked like the petals of a giant red flower. There wasn''t even a scratch. And despite the wind, I noticed that not a single feather ruffled or fluttered. "Meleena, fire at the center. We need to know what we''re dealing with," Petraeus ordered. Without wasting a second, Meleena pulled back the string of her bow and unleashed a brightly lit arrow. It was one of her usual exploding light arrows. As it raced through the air, it left a fading trail of golden-white light in its wake. When it neared the beast, instead of hitting the dead center of the flower, the arrow swerved about a foot away and hit the edge of the circle. After half a second, the arrow exploded in a flash of light. "Something''s happening to the explosion," Matias called out. Without having my eyesight modified by tier or skill, I was unable to see as closely as the others, but I could make out what Matias was talking about. The light did something I had only ever heard about in theory and bent back over itself. The light was like a cloud of dust being vacuumed and absorbed into the feathers. The petals of the champion''s wings glowed brighter the more light it sucked in until it emitted a dim pink glow. The glow brightened into a beacon and Petraeus jumped to action. "Xertalus! Barricade formation. Spencer put a barrier in front of us now!" With a tap of his staff, an eight-foot wall of mud rose from the ground, cutting off the increasingly blinding light being sent our way. After the wall finished growing, Petraeus stepped back, and his brother stepped forward and put his hands on the wall. Like the mud ball from earlier, he froze the mud, and I could feel his mana being channeled into his skill. An even thicker layer of ice started forming until Caldur blinked next to the elf and pulled him back. "Incoming!" Caldur yelled out. A deep thrumming was heard from the champion''s direction, causing everyone to brace themselves behind Dyllan, who placed himself in front of Spencer. "God''s cleave you, Spencer. Hurry up, the blasted chant!" Dyllan rumbled out. The hair on the back of my neck rose, and the air felt alive as the wall rumbled. The night sky lit up as if it were day¡ªa blinding mix of bright orange and shimmering pink cutting through the crimson-stained sky. A powerful blast of energy smashed into the icy wall, and a spiderweb of cracks began to spread. As it crumbled, Dyllan slammed his tower shield down and braced himself behind it. "SPENCER! Hurry it u-" he started shouting but was cut off as the wall exploded outwards. A laser beam of energy smashed into a barrier at the last second, right before it hit Dyllan''s shield. But it only held up for long enough to take in a deep breath before it started to shatter. With a tinkling of broken glass, the barrier broke. The shaft of energy smashed into Dyllan''s shield and pushed him back several inches. He began to lose footing until Sam stepped behind the tank and braced her body against his, preventing him from sliding. The beam continued blasting against the thick piece of metal until it petered out to a thin stream. When it died down, it took a dozen seconds of furiously blinking my eyes until my vision returned to normal. I turned my head towards Dyllan when I heard metal clanging on the ground. The metal glowed hot like a furnace, sending rippling waves of heat. I could even hear it sizzle against the wooden floor beneath us. "By the gods, how did that come from a tier one monster," Edithe mumbled. "That''s because it didn''t, at least, not really. The damn thing is, no doubt, peak tier one, maybe even tier two, but that attack? You saw what it did to Meleena''s arrow. It absorbed her skill. Think about it. We bombarded it with a barrage of attacks. It probably absorbed all of it at once and multiplied the power, sending it back at us. That was way more powerful than something of its tier should have been able to send against us," Levin explained. He gestured to Dyllan''s still glowing shield and then pointed to the champion. "Look at it. It''s not even attacking us, probably waiting for us to foolishly repeat the same mistake and throw more skills at it." The peacock fluffed up its tail feathers in response, turning its head high while looking at us. After firing off the laser attack, it returned to its previous form of a giant bird. The aura of arrogance and pride made it feel like the bird was looking down at us, daring us to try again. A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. Xertalus jumped down from the wall and pulled out his axes. "We got no time to waste. I bet we can overcome it at close range. No skills. All we need to do is skin the overgrown bird." Caldur, the twins, and Levin jumped down as well. They started to stride closer to the beast, but it continued to ignore them. Sam was about to jump down and follow the others, but I grabbed her by the arm before she could. "What is it?" she asked? "Just be careful. I know you''re a blue amazonian now, but we''re not immortal yet," I replied. I gave her arm a comforting squeeze and let go. She returned the gesture with a wide grin before nodding and leaping off the wall. Petraeus cleared his throat. "Dyllan, how are your hands? Need healing?" he asked the man as Dyllan picked up his shield off the ground. "Aye, burnt my hands a little. Other than that, I''m good to go." Petraeus gave me a look, and I silently commanded ¨¢ine to go heal. After a brief flash of glowing green light, Dyllan gave the little fairy thanks and rushed to join the others. "This is pretty annoying. A monster who devours skills is generally rated as one of the worst opponents to face as a ranged combatant," Matias commented. "Yes, but if the monster''s abilities work the way we think they do, then you can still fill it with arrows. You''ll lack the penetrating power from your Wind Slicer, but that doesn''t mean you can''t hurt it," Petraeus said. As the others got within a couple of yards of the monster, it finally lowered its head and glared at the adventurers. Spreading its wings wide, it flapped once, and the wings changed shape. The feathers became longer and sharper, turning into small blades. With a silent agreement that I couldn''t hear, they attacked as one. Levin and Sam rushed to circle the monster as the twins tried to pincer the beast between themselves. Xertalus, Dyllan, and Caldur charged at the champion in sync and slashed out their blades. The champion responded by sweeping its extended wings out like two swords, the feathers making a cutting noise through the air. The twins managed to parry, but Levin and Sam were forced to back off before they got bisected. Xertalus ducked low but didn''t stop his charge. Before the sharpened wings could reach the elf, Caldur and Dyllan met the champion''s attack with sword and shield. The feathers screeched, sending sparks flying from the collision. But Caldur held his ground, pushing the wing downwards and away from his head. Dyllan braced his shoulders and bashed his shield into the other wing, forcing it to a stop, and Xertalus was able to raise his two axes and swing upwards at the monster''s neck. Right as the blades made contact, the champion opened its mouth and unleashed a brief flash of pink-white light, covering Xertalus and the champion. Xertalus was sent tumbling away from the monster, but he got up. However, the man had visible burn marks covering his face and torso, and his armour was burnt black and smoking. But he wasn''t the only side to not come away from the clash unscathed. The sapphire feathers that adorned the champion''s head sported two jagged lines of dripping red. The monster''s neck wasn''t as protected as its wings. "Cyrus!" Petraeus shouted. "¨¢ine, go heal him, but don''t get hit. Take all the mana you need," I said to the fairy on my shoulder. Already, I could feel her bubbling energy, ready to wash away any and all wounds the moment they appeared. ¨¢ine zipped through the air, flying low to the ground, and made her way to Xertalus. The other five were cautiously engaging. While the twins lacked Caldur''s strength and reach, they were faster than their team leader. Levin managed to sneak in a second attack occasionally. Sam and Dyllan would reinforce one of the twins, helping slow the momentum of the attack before they hit. Despite being beset by attackers from all sides, the champion lived up to its name and kept most of the attacks to only shallow cuts. As ¨¢ine reached Xertalus, I saw the elf flinch as the glowing green light that accompanied her healing touch skill activated. Luckily, he had enough sense to control his instincts and didn''t accidentally swing at my familiar. As ¨¢ine channeled her magic, I focused on our connection to gauge how much mana she was spending. It was as I feared, the champion''s attack left behind some form of caustic mana that actively slowed the elf''s natural healing. Luckily, the burn marks were mostly surface-level injuries, and ¨¢ine didn''t have to bottom out her mana to heal them all. She still used around half of her mana pool for Xertalus alone. Once Xertalus was fully healed, I instructed ¨¢ine to move back and wait. If the others got hurt again, she could fly in quickly and heal them without wasting time by flying across the field. So, she settled herself behind the remnants of one of the wooden barricades. Xertalus rushed in with his weapons drawn and joined the others. Slash after slash, cut after cut, they slowly covered the monster''s body with wounds, staining the ground with its blood. Occasionally, the beast would open its beak to unleash more blasts of light, but after the second time, Matias managed to lodge an arrow in its mouth. The bird slammed its mouth shut and crunched the arrow, spitting it out into two pieces. Caldur capitalized on its momentary distraction and landed a nasty cut across the base of its neck. It unleashed a sonic screech that stunned the melee fighters, flapped its wings, and launched itself backward. ¨¢ine zoomed in and fluttered around, spending enough mana to repair the adventurers'' ear drums before flying away. Her mana pool was left at only a quarter. I already popped out a few potions from my inventory in preparation. The champion glared at the others once more as it drew its wings in. With another screech, it began fluffing up the plume of its tail feathers. They spread out wide like a real peacock, but the feathers began morphing, and on the ends of the feathers, little orange orbs hung from the tips. The aura coming off the monster''s body grew in strength and began to infect my thoughts. It felt like a bird was chirping faintly on the wind, sending whispers into your ear. If I was feeling it, it meant the others were feeling it full blast. It wasn''t enough to stun them completely, but I could see their movements were sluggish as they slowly backed away. "Spencer, barrier now, even if it absorbs it, block that attack," Petraeus ordered. Spencer started rushing through a chant as the champion lifted its tail higher, lowering its body to the ground. Spencer had to cut the long chant short and conjure a weaker barrier when the monster flicked its tail. The little orange globes were flung out in an arc. They exploded with a loud pop as they made contact with Spencer''s barrier. The little orbs were grenades, and the sheer amount of the barrage quickly broke through Spencer''s skill. Still, it was enough time for the others to rush away. Caldur used his teleportation skill to blink at Sam and Dyllan, the team''s slowest members and flung them forward. Levin managed to dodge two orbs sent his way but was caught by a third hidden explosive that had flown low at his feet. It sent him rocketing into the woods, accompanied by the sound of breaking branches. "¨¢ine, take care of Levin now. Don''t let him bleed out." As the others were getting up, the champion swished its tail in the air, and the little orbs grew back on the end of its feathers. It let out a series of caws, rapidly alternating between high pitches and low chirps. It took me a second, but I recognized what it was doing. That bastard. "The fucker is mocking us. It''s laughing," I spat The rest of the members gave me confused looks before they processed what I said, and a series of scowls spread across their faces. With a swift shake, the explosives went flying again, making the adventurers scramble away to avoid getting turned into chunks. The peacock never stopped its mocking caws as it repeated its actions in an endless barrage of attacks. Every time one of the others tried to get close, it sent an increased concentration of the orbs their way. It didn''t look like the monster was running out of steam as the spheres kept regrowing. I could already feel ¨¢ine tugging at my mana pool like a dying man in a desert. The explosives were filled with the same hostile mana as all its other attacks. Combined with the man''s injuries, the mana drain was extensive. I needed to think quickly. At this rate, it wouldn''t be long before Sam or someone else got hurt. If the monster had to change forms when it attacked, there was a good chance the flower form would activate again if we sent another salvo of skills. So far, every form had a specific function. Xertalus'' attack during its bladed-wings mode showed that it wasn''t invincible. If the flower form was made for heavy artillery-like attacks, it probably meant its physical defense was at an all-time low. That meant we could bait it into switching forms and have someone finish it off. I had no way to prove I was right, and the plan was just a hunch. But if we didn''t do something soon, somebody was going to get severely injured, or worse, die. I wasn''t made of infinite mana. "Zharia, I need you to do something for me," I asked the little bird clutching my shoulders. Zharia paused, and then I felt her determination radiate through the link. "What is it, Master? Do you need me to burn that pompous fool?!" I chuckled and gave her a light pat on the head. "No, no burning. The overgrown chicken will eat your beautiful flames. Instead, I want you to convey a message for me." Her feathers bristled in excitement, and she shifted from foot to foot, nodding her adorable little head in reply. "Glad you''re enthusiastic. I need you to take a message to Caldur. Fly low and be careful, but I need you to hurry. If we waste any more time, Sam might get hurt." I quickly rattled off my plan to Zharia, and she flew off my shoulders in a streak of golden fire. Petraeus was already walking towards me after seeing Zharia zoom away, but I motioned for him to get everyone''s attention. "Cyrus? What are you doing? If I recall correctly, your familiar can only use mana-based attacks. What''s going on?" He started peppering me with questions as he called over the other members standing on the wall. "Cyrus?" Edithe asked. "Yeah, what do you need from us?" Matias added. The members of team Talon didn''t ask any questions, but Meleena gave me a look filled with annoyance. I shook my head at the sight but ignored her for now. "I have a plan, and I need you guys to help with it," I answered. This time, Meleena gave a small hiss and openly glared. "What is it now, pearl? Whatever half-baked scheme you have won''t work. You''re up here as useless as us while my teammates are down there getting toyed with. If you think you ca-" When she was chastising me, I gave the crow beastkin, whose name I still didn''t know, an unflinching look, silently imploring him to hear me out and silence his unruly teammate. I already expected a kickback from Meleena, the haughty cat had a stick up her ass when it came to dealing with me, and I had no time for it. Thankfully, the beastkin put a hand on Melena''s shoulder and stopped her speech. I gave him a slight nod in appreciation before turning to the others. "Look, okay. If we don''t do something, there''s a good chance somebody down there will get hurt, and I won''t be able to heal them. Levin already has multiple bones broken, and ¨¢ine is sucking my mana away like it''s nothing," I spoke quickly. Edithe stiffened at my mention of the extent of Levin''s injuries but held her tongue. Seeing as nobody had any questions or caustic remarks, I continued. "Meleena is correct; the monster is toying with them, and they can''t get close. It seems to have an unlimited supply of energy. And without skills, they can''t do anything about it. So here''s my plan. Let''s blast it to kingdom come." Petraeus gave me a weird look while the others frowned. "But, if we do that, it''ll change forms again and shoot that stupid beam. There''s no way we can block it. It took Petraeus, Xertalus, Spencer, and Dyllan to stop that attack. We could easily get everyone killed," Edithe countered. She wasn''t wrong. "Yes, that''s true. But think for a second. The others were able to injure it. Even with the changes, the main body was still vulnerable. I would bet anything that the weird flower form it made when it blasted us with that energy beam is highly susceptible to physical damage," I explained. The others paused at my words. Petraeus was the first to understand what I was getting at. "You want us to bait it into switching forms. If we can get it to shift into the first form from earlier, you''ll have the others land a fatal blow before it can kill us," he started. "Yes, exactly. That''s why I sent Zharia out. We already have someone perfect for the job." "Are you sure about this? If you''re wrong, someone''s going to die. And that''s hoping for the bare minimum," Matias argued. "I''m not," I admitted. "I don''t fight weird, multi-form shifting monsters. But I think this is our best shot." Matias grinned. "I''m in." Edithe looked worried, but she gave a thin-lipped smile and turned towards Petraeus. The crow-man was already facing the battlefield, watching our teammates dodge around the field. Meleena, who I was expecting to be ready to strangle me if she could, gave me a snarl of displeasure before joining her companion. And so I turned towards Petraeus and waited for his answer. In the end, he was the main combat leader during the waves. If he said no, then I doubted the others would defy him. Petraeus studied the field, and then glanced at me. His eyes narrowed but he eventually sighed. "Everyone, prepare yourselves. On my count, fire off as many skills as possible. Spencer, create another barrier. If all else fails, we can protect our team members below us. If the plan backfires, everyone jumps off the wall towards the village. That should give us enough time to dodge out of the way," he ordered. Matias slapped his brother on the back and got into position. The rest followed, and I could feel the air come to life as mana seeped into the world. It was frustrating to know I was the only one unable to help attack, but with ¨¢ine using up all my mana, I wouldn''t be much help anyway. We spent an agonizingly long minute letting Spencer build up enough mana into his barrier. Throughout the wait, Sam was saved from a stray explosion by Dyllan''s quick reflexes. Together, they were blasted off their feet and fell on top of each other in a tangle of limbs. I gripped the wall, waiting. "NOW! USE YOUR RANGED SKILLS!" Petraeus bellowed out. There was a brief look of confusion on the members fighting the champion on the ground, all except for one. Edithe was the first to start by sending a rushing blast of lightning at the monster. Glowing arrows and massive fireballs soon followed it. The monster''s eyes widened at the sudden barrage of attacks sent its way. And for the first time in minutes, it shut its beak and spread its wings above its head. After the first attack landed, the next was sucked into the champion''s wings. The arrows turned to dust, and the lightning crackled along its feathers. The giant balls of fire turned into liquid midair and rushed into the tips of its plume. Every attack made the champion glow brighter and brighter. Xertalus and the twins shook off their confusion and sent arcs of energy slashing across the field. After a dozen seconds, Spencer''s barrier snapped into existence before Dyllan and Petraeus issued the final command. "Cease fire! Everyone, get behind the barrier. Dyllan, brace yourself and prepare to dodge." The melee fighters rushed behind the barrier of light and helped brace themselves against Dyllan''s back. Petraeus conjured up a series of mudwalls, and Xertalus began freezing them. The champion was now a lightbulb in the night, blazing so brightly it nearly blinded me. With a ripple across its feathers, its form shifted into that of a giant flower, its feathers acting as petals. In the middle of the circle was a wall of crimson energy, contracting with strobes of orange-pink light. An even deeper thrumming sound started pulsing through the air¡ªa bassy echo thumping dust off the ground and sending the branches shaking. Unlike last time, a high-pitched screech started to whine. I slammed my hands over my ears and stared. Come on... The flower swiveled and settled to stillness. The champion faced the mudwall, and wisps of energy started to appear around the tips of the petals. Pulses of pink light started flashing faster and faster down the center of the flower, and the thrumming turned into ground-shaking madness. Right as it looked like it was about to fire, a loud bestial roar slipped through the chaotic noise, drowning out all other sounds. A massive blade of blackened steel came slashing down from above the monster''s hjead. It was positioned so the edge would align with the beast''s neck. Like a rocket, Caldur crashing down and slammed himself into the beast''s body. A large plume of dust flew up from the impact. The pulses of light continued until the sound abruptly cut off. Slowly. The champion''s wings slowly tilted till they fell over and landed on the ground with a heavy thump. Like a hero from a story, Caldur unleashed another roar and stepped on the monster''s body, using it like an pedestal. Cheers rang out from the people on the wall, and I joined them. When the rest of the team peeked out from their mud barriers, they too, joined in the cheering. The champion was dead. Protect the Village of Holmfirth Wave: 6/10 Survived Villagers Survived: 98% Time remaining till next wave: 13h: 59mins: 29sec Stand tall, Ascendants. You have vanquished the Champion and secured precious time for the villagers of Holmfirth. Take the time to rest and nurse your wounds, for you have more to weave into this heroic story of yours. Chapter 24: Unexpected Growth Once again, we were treated like royalty. Another champion vanquished, another night of celebration. The looks of the people were beyond happy. At first, I thought I saw the same emotion, the same feeling as the last time. But I was wrong. The people radiated more than just hope and joy. It was confidence. The villagers were no longer jumping at every noise, and their eyes held more than relief-filled tears. They were still worried, and there was still fear, but now? The fear was bashed away, shoved aside to make room for a new feeling. Their confidence helped hold them above the drowning waters of despair. It was a fragile yet solid thing. So ready to crumble and fall, to rock their balance and tip them overboard, but it was there. Or so I was told by Orsk. He made his rounds amongst the team, checking up on us individually. Despite the beastkin hanging back at the town hall during the waves, he was never idle. He had to run his mental communication and ward skills constantly and would mix more potions. Besides Sam, I was the only other person with dimensional storage. That meant the number of supplies the expedition team carried was vastly limited. Without Orsk, our mana potions would have run dry a while ago; the Champion of Wrath drained more potions than was expected. Just because he was in the background did not lessen the impact of what he contributed. After eating till my belly felt like a bowling ball, I headed off for the night, but Orsk stopped me on the way out. "Orsk?" I asked. "Cyrus. I wanted to remind you to stay nearby. We don''t know if Arz''odral will show themselves again, but it''s best to be cautious," he explained. "Oh, yeah, okay. I''ll pick the closest building I can find. Is there anything else you need?" He paused but shook his head. "No, that''ll be all. Get as much rest as you can, but be up before noon. We''ll have another strategy meeting, and I''ll hand out more supplies." He patted me on my shoulder and turned to leave before he stopped. "Did you meditate before sleep?" I frowned. During the aftermath of the morning incident, I completely forgot about Orsk''s advice. Reflexively checking my system, I noticed a hidden notification blip itself back into visibility. During the pandemonium, I must have subconsciously suppressed the changes to my status. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn ( Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills: Passive Skills: Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood "Wait, what? How did my skills go up in rank? My healing skill is even third rank now." Orsk had a brief look of shock on his face when I looked at him. "Err...huh. I expected a skill to rank up once but not twice," he absently responded. His eyebrows furrowed, and he looked me up and down. "The books weren''t lying when they said your kind had unfair advantages. Even with the rift energy helping out, that''s still impressive growth for only a dozen minutes of meditation." "Wait, hold up for a second. What do you mean about the rift energy helping me out? Is the energy different from what I normally absorb?" I asked. "Ah, well, the answer is yes and no. Ambient mana in the air is absorbed passively. It can be sped up through meditation or other means. Brelten informed me in his report that he''s already instructed you on achieving your first rank. Do you remember how you did it?" he said. "Yeah, it wasn''t that hard of a process. I used the energy I absorbed from killing all the forest beasts. I never actually questioned what that energy was." "Most people have different ways of imagining their mana. Some people who practice advanced meditation techniques build entire worlds in their minds to help them. If I remember correctly, Brelten used to practice the way of the sea of souls." My confusion must have been evident on my face because he chuckled lightly before continuing. "It''s a visualization technique that allows one to view their inner mana as a liquid. You start with a few drops of mana, and they form a pond in your soul. Eventually, as your mana pool grows, you move on from a pond to a lake and eventually an ocean. Your mana channels are rivers during the lake stage and currents during the ocean stage." It was interesting to know that there were different techniques for carving one''s mana channels. I honestly thought that everyone viewed their mana as a liquid concept. When Brelten was helping me carve my first channels, I instinctively took to the idea of my mana being a lake. If I gained enough power, would my mana pool make an ocean? "Couple of questions for ya. Is mana not normally in a liquid state? What you''ve said implies that some people view their mana as something else. And two, you still need to explain how rift energy differs from normal energy. Also, we''re using the term energy; is it not mana?" I asked. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. A loud noise came from the main hall that briefly drowned out all the other noises. I summoned my weapon, and I saw Orsk do the same. After pausing for a moment, it was easy to make out the rowdy laughter and cheers from the crowd. After the cheering settled, Orsk resheathed a dagger he pulled from his belt and turned towards me. "It''s good to see the team relax. and, the answer to your first question is yes. Mana is most often found in the environment around us. It exists as a gas, like the air that you breathe. That''s the most common form of mana you''ll find. Inside creatures such as beasts, monsters, and people, you''ll discover mana usually takes on a liquid state. That''s only sometimes the case when it comes to certain races. Our bodies are different, and mana, the ever-adaptable energy it is, can change. Crystalized mana is the easiest-found alternative," he said. He took a moment to let me digest the information. "For your other question, that''s where it gets complicated. Unless you spend an annoying amount of time with scholars studying how mana works, you''ll find the answer is never that simple. You have in your body a pool of mana, and we use this mana to fuel our skills and other things. The ambient mana we absorb is generally converted to our own version of mana, refined in a way. When you kill a dungeon monster or slay a magical beast in a forest, you absorb something called essence. This essence is mana in another form. It''s a mixture of different mana types. Rift energy is an essence refined and purified to an even more potent form." After the brief lecture on the topic of mana, Orsk gave me a congratulatory pat on the shoulder and excused himself back to the party. When I left the town hall, I found the closest and most intact building to sleep in for the night. If Arz''odral came in for a second visit, I should be within screaming distance of everyone else. The revelation of my increased skills made me think back to the beast waves. After a while, I concluded that there was a change, but it wasn''t noticeable during the fighting. The tier and rank disparity of the monsters versus my summons was enough to make my level-ups negligible. I looked inside myself, I found my mana pool slightly bigger than before and my channels between my skills and the pool wider. I summoned all my familiars and found that while my pool was bigger, my summons continued to reserve large chunks of the pool. When I questioned ¨¢ine and Zharia, I discovered they also had bigger mana pools. Unfortunately, Chomperz showed no changes to his dimension space. I''d likely have to increase his rank several times or wait until a tier-up to see changes in him. That meant that even if my mana grew in size, it directly correlated to how much mana my familiars could use. It wasn''t the worst trade off, but it would have been nice to reduce to cost. The ranks were good, and being in the rift was a great opportunity. I meditated for a few hours before going to bed. When I woke up, I stayed utterly still and tried to sense whether or not everything was clear of danger. After a few minutes of silence, I cautiously made my way to the living room and sighed in relief after finding no one there. Status. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn ( Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills: Passive Skills: Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood I did a little dance in celebration after seeing another rank up to Resplendent Inferno. It was sad to see my other skill hadn''t gone up, but progress was progress. During meditation I noticed the pool of energy floating above my mana pool wasn''t that large. Whatever energy or essence I acquired since my last meditation must have been smaller due to the decreased number of monsters during the waves. But even with the decreased energy, I grinned at the sight. Whatever happens by the time the rift ends, I was walking out of here with more power than before. There were still several hours left before the next wave started, so I took the morning slow and practiced with my spear. About an hour in, I managed to work out a decent amount and wanted a bath to relax in. Sadly, the building I stayed in for the night lacked the enchantments that Oleander''s sported. Luckily, all I had to do was find the one person on our team who could conjure magical water from the palm of his hand. Xertalus was already awake when I found him, and I asked him to hose me down. He didn''t bat an eye at my weird request and blasted me with a torrent of water. There may or may not have been a round of laughter when Petraeus and Matias came out of the building to see what the commotion was. Apparently, it was pretty common for adventurers with water-aspected skills to serve as the team''s shower services. With a quick flash of heat from Zharia and a fresh pair of clothes, the brothers and I joined Sam for breakfast. Sam started complaining about having to eat only fish again but stopped when I pulled out an already steaming hot meal from my inventory. Her slack-jawed response was exactly what I was hoping for. The smell was enough for her to quickly reclaim her composure and grab the plate of roast and gravy from my hands. With exaggerated whiffs of air, she summoned a fork and dug in. "With how she acts, one would think she hasn''t eaten in days," Matias mocked. "Hrg-ey! Thish is somf good sthuff. I''m a grawing womenf," she replied with food still in her mouth as she gesticulated wildly in the elf''s direction. He backed up slightly in response and used Xertalus as a shield to protect him from the stray food particles. "Nevermind, make that weeks," he added. We laughed, and as everyone sat down, I summoned more plates of hot food. It was a decent spread of mostly meat, but there were some fresh rolls of bread to accompany it. Petraeus picked at his food suspiciously while the others had already begun chowing down. "Is this food from the feast last night?" he asked. I set down several cups of juice for everyone before answering. "Yeah, I figured there was no harm in taking food already offered. Besides, I''m not even sure me taking it matters. There isn''t even a kitchen in the town hall, and there''s no way the people cooked this up while we fought the champion. And did you notice it completely disappeared last time? I wasn''t going to waste not having to eat fish and jerky again," I replied. Petraeus hummed but dug in. An hour later, we were all contentedly rubbing our bellies and melting into our chairs. Little moments like these were a welcome reprieve from all the stress of fighting hordes of monsters. "Cy, if we have another feast after the ninth wave, remind me to pack a table''s worth of food in my inventory. When we get out of this rift, I''m going to stockpile a lot of food from Bera. Camping is fun, but that was great," she said while rubbing her stomach. "Sure thing. That''s probably one of the smartest things you''ve ever said, Sammy. As masculating as it was to hunt down boars and grill it over a fire, I think I''ll stick to real food if I can," I said. "Hardy har har, Watch out; I''ll bribe Bera against you. You''ll never eat delicious bacon strips ever aga-" a loud shout from the window interrupted her. "Everyone! Wards have been breached! Come to the town hall now!" We all stood up the moment we heard the words. Sam summoned her hammer, and I pulled out my spear. "Was that Orsk? We gotta go," I said. "Everyone, make yourself battle ready. We don''t have time to run for our weapons, so we''ll have to make do with what we can," Petraeus ordered. We readied ourselves, and with a nod from each of us, Xertalus opened the door. My vision quickly disappeared as the large elf jumped back and knocked Matias and Sam over. Despite the confusion, I swiveled my head towards the open door and saw a wall of red. My confusion was cleared up when a snout as large as my head shoved its way through the doorframe. With a loud screech, the blood beast''s body began to rumble and bulge. Petraeus started to create a mud wall, but it was too late. The monster exploded like a popped balloon, and I found myself once again losing consciousness. Chapter 25: Arachnid Assault When I regained consciousness, I was met with a sharp, ringing pain in my head. It felt like the world took an icepick to my brain and jangled it around. After a few seconds of incoherent groaning, I channeled my mana and activated my skill. ¨¢ine appeared a moment after and immediately slapped her tiny hands onto my skull. While small in stature, the obvious concussion I was suffering made her double slap feel like hammers. Thankfully, the effects of her healing touch soothed most of the pain away with a cascade of green-tinted mana soaking into my body. Once I felt good enough, I sat up slowly and looked around what used to be a living room. The front entrance where the exploding blood beast appeared was caved in completely. The roof must have fallen in the explosion and blocked off the entranceway. Looking around, I found Xertalus helping sit Matias up and start moving fallen debris off Sam''s body. A brief moment of panic and worry flashed through my mind until I let out a sigh of relief after I heard her let out a loud groan of pain. I''d rather have an injured Sam than a dead one. "Thanks, ¨¢ine. Go heal Sam and the others." With a swift boop on my nose, she flew off to tend to Sam. After seeing that Sam was receiving medical attention, I channeled more mana into chest and activated Resplendent Inferno. Zharia popped into existence and flew out the window to scout the outside. Thanks to how familiars worked as a skill, Zharia already knew what I wanted from her and didn''t have to waste time following out my orders. I still caught the tail end of her mentally shaking her head at her master for getting knocked unconscious again. "Not my fault!" I argued. She chirped and sent more of her disappointment but I tuned her out. "Where''s Petraeus? I don''t see him anywhere," I asked. "Heeeere! Damn gods-cursed beast!" Petraeus yelled. I swiveled my head across the room but couldn''t find the man until I spotted his leg sticking out from underneath the overturned couch. If I recall correctly, he was standing in front of the sofa before the explosion, meaning he must have hit the long furniture hard enough to flip it over himself. I stood up, and Xertalus joined me in carefully lifting the couch off him and letting the poor elf scramble his way out. Relatively, he looked fine, all things considered, but he did stand while leaning heavily on his left leg. A mental prompt to ¨¢ine saw the injury quickly healed, and Petraeus let out a small sigh of relief. "Thank you, spirit, that feels much better," Petraeus said with relief clear in his voice. ¨¢ine responded by booping him in the nose before disappearing back into my chest. He looked around the room and waited till Sam and Matias came closer before speaking. "Good, everyone''s okay. We need to get out there quickly and carefully. That damned monster was unexpected, but it will not happen again." The last words were grounded out, and I could see Petraeus'' shoulders stiffened. "What''s the plan then? If the village is under attack, we need to protect the town hall. And honestly, I''m not that useful without my bow," Matias remarked. "Master, the town hall is under attack. The angry cat people and the humans are defending it." Zharia mentally chirped. "Is the outside of the house clear? And describe what kind of blood beasts are attacking. And give me a rough estimate of how many there are," I sent back. Petraeus and the others must have noticed me communicating with Zharia since they were all silent and looking at me. I held up a finger and waited for Zharia''s response. "Gross eight-legged bugs. Slow metal man crushed one with his shield, but it exploded into a wave of smaller bugs. They are shooting gross sticky stuff out of their butts!" I could feel the her revulsion through the connection. "Thanks, Zharia. Go ahead and fly to Orsk, ask him where he wants you, and help the others." "Yes! They will burn! Bugs should learn their place. They are food, not the hunters!" I could already envision her feathers fluffing up at the beasts'' audacity. "I''m assuming you were communicating with your other familiar. Any news on the situation?" Petraeus asked. I frowned slightly. "How did you know I was done talking with Zharia?" "It''s not super obvious, but you get a distant look in your eyes. Like you''re only half paying attention to what''s around you," Sam cut in. I sighed. That could end up biting me in the ass one day. I''ll have to work on my poker face. Just another item to add to my ever-growing list. "Our immediate area is clear for now, so we should get out while we can. The town hall is being attacked. From what Zharia described, I''d assume it''s spiders. Gotta watch out when you attack them. Apparently, they split into smaller spiders," I explained. Sam''s shivered. "It had to be spiders. Blegh." Petraeus tapped his foot and examined his brothers. "I hate not having my weapon with me, but I can make do. Xertalus, you and I will head to the town hall and help out. Our attacks don''t necessarily require weapons like Matias." He straightened. "Cyrus and Sam, I want you to head to our building with Matias and grab our gear. With your dimensional storage, it''ll be faster to have you guys grab them. After you are done, make your way to the town hall and join in the defense." Once again, we accepted our instructions without fuss and broke into two teams. With the caved-in front entrance, we were forced to cut a hole through the wall to get out. When we stepped outside, I saw what looked like red webbing covering half of the houses. It looked wet like water and carried the scent of iron, but it did not drip, and despite the wind, it barely rocked in the air. "Let''s make this fast. Our house is nearby. Make sure to look out for blood beasts," Matias said as he started jogging between buildings. As we ran, we got closer to the town hall, and from a distance, I could see what looked like man-sized spiders attacking the rest of our team. Levin sent out a glob of acid at one of the creatures harrasing Dyllan. As it melted the giant spider into goop, the blood split in three pools. Three smaller spiders reformed and clacked their mandibles. Before they could begin the attack, a blinding bolt of electricity blasted into the middle spider. The Chain Lightning forked and struck the other two spiders, frying all three into smoking puddles. The spiders didn''t split off into an even larger group of monsters like I expected, which meant the spiders only split once. "Earth to Cyrus, stop gawking, and let''s go!" Sam called out, knocking me lightly on the head. I shook myself out of my stupor, and we made our way between the buildings. Matias stopped and held out a hand, causing us to stop before we ran into him. Without a word, he held a finger up to his mouth and pointed to the roof of the house in front of him. On top of the building, a massive spider crawled along a net of crimson webbing. The eight legs ended in sharp blades longer than my arm, and from its mouth snipped three pairs of mandibles. The beast was fixed in the direction of the town hall and hadn''t noticed us yet. Matias motioned for us to back away, and he waited until we were a few meters away before speaking in hushed whispers. "That''s the house we stayed in. We need to kill or draw away the monster before getting in there. Any idea on how we do this?" Sam gave me a look that made me inwardly groan. The gleam in her eyes told me all that I needed to know. She wanted to fight the thing. Even if she was taller than the beast, it still had eight sharp legs to slice her in half. "Come on, Cyrus, If we do it together, it''ll be easy. We''ll use Plan C," She held up a hand to stop me from responding and winked at Matias. "Even if we can''t kill the smaller spiders, all we have to do is bide time till Matias gets his bow and arrows back. We don''t have time to waste, so don''t even bother to try to complain. Unless you got a better idea." I groaned. "I don''t." "Good. That means we fight." Magical badassery or not, a giant spider, the size of an average human, was horrifying. Not even mentioning the fact the damn beast used slime monster tactics. Matias looked curious, but he shrugged and slowly moved toward to the house. I summoned my spear, and Sam brought out her hammer. On the count of three, I charged out of the alleyway and started making loud noises. The spider turned itself towards me but didn''t move from its spot. That was not what I needed to make the plan work, so I started picking up rocks and threw them at the beast. "Over here you overgrown bug!" It shrugged off the hits and snapped the air. With a click of annoyance, I pulled out a metal pot from my inventory and chucked it. It sliced the pot in half with a single swipe of its limb. I''d be impressed if that wasn''t fucking horryfing. It didn''t stop the two halves from continuing the momentum of the throw. The two halves of the metal pot smacked into the beast''s eyes, causing it to hiss in anger. It warbled the air and infilitrated my eardrums with a sound that no spider should make. Still, I could feel my blood pumping in response, and I bared my teeth in a grin as it started climbing near the edge of the roof. "That''s right, beastie. Come and get me," I shouted. Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation. The creature reared its front legs and splayed out its limbs. Oh crap! I dived to my right as a spray of webbing shot toward me. The webbing grazed my boot but I managed to pull free. Stray string missed me by a couple of inches. The spider lowered its front legs and gripped the edge of the roof. The building audibly groaned as the weight of the spider plopped back down. I let out a loud, boisterous laugh and grabbed another rock. The spider launched itself like a bullet from the roof before I could lift the rock off the ground. I took another dive and rolled to my feet. Bladed limbs impaled the ground, sending stray shrapnel against my leg. With slow but exaggerated steps, I started backing away slowly. Thud. Crap. My back hit the wall behind me. Its eyes shifted to my hand as I reached behind me and slammed the stone against the wood. A stacato drummed out, causing it to twitch. With an agonizingly slow scuttering of its limbs, it moved closer and closer. Sam. If you don''t attack this I''m going to haunt you for eternity! "Saaaaaaam! Hurry the fuck up!" I shouted. I caught movement behind the spider and started banging the rock harder and harder until the rock crumbled. When the pieces fell, I slapped the wall, ignoring the pain. Just as the beast raised two of its blades , a loud crack rang out. Sam slammed her glowing, blue fist into the monster''s backside. It let out a strangled hiss and started turning around. I gripped my spear and pushed out with my right foot. With all the strength I could throw into the lunge, I shoved my spear into one of its eyes. The blade squelched as paste dripped from the socket. No wings, the shaft slid further in. The blood beast swiped at the air in a frantic bid to defend itself. More than half of my spear disappeared into its body. It stilled for a few seconds before finally collapsing. My spear clanked against the dirt as the beast lost its form and morphed into a puddle. For a second, I relaxed. I took a half-step as the puddle split into three pools. Sam wasted no time as she smashed her hammer down onto the furthest puddle, splattering the half-formed creature rising up. I swiped my spear and started stabbing into the second, but the monster was already nearly formed. I was forced to relent as Sam jumped over and crushed the thing with a Tidal Fist. We both rushed at the remaining spider as it reared up its legs. There wasn''t enough time for us to react. The webbing wrapped us together and pinned us down. Like a fish in a net, we were glued to the ground with our limbs pulled across our bodies. "Fuck! Sam, time to hulk out and get us out of this thing!" I yelled. "I''m trying!" Sam shouted back. The dog-sized spider rushed at us like a charging bull. I tried to kick my legs out and flex every muscle I could, but I couldn''t move an inch. The webbing was too strong, and I didn''t have any leverage other than wiggling like a worm. As it leaped into the air, I braced myself and watched as it pointed all eight of its bladed limbs down at my head. Thwick! An arrow pierced the monster''s abdomen at the apex of its jump right before it started to arc its way down. With a small whistle, the spider exploded as visible blades of air mana tore the beast apart. The shredded remains pelted our fronts, getting blood into my open mouth and nearly causing me to choke. Matias sprinted to us and stared at our pitiful forms as we hacked up dead blood beast. "So, tell me again, what exactly was Plan C," he said carefully. "Uggggh, that tastes foul. Goodbye dreams of becoming a sexy, immortal vampire," Sam sputtered, and she coughed up a glob of pink spit. When she cleared her throat, she looked up at Matias and gave him a wide, toothy grin. "It''s short for Plan Cyrus. And the plan worked out exactly as I said it would." "Don''t believe her. The damn thing is actually called Plan CIB. In short, Cyrus Is Bait. We workshopped up enough ideas during our time hunting in the woods. Muscles over here gets to drop the hammer on whatever is distracted by my so-called appetizing body. And I would say that with quotation marks if I could move my arms," I answered before he could ask the obvious question. Matias shook his head and cleared his throat. "I could try channeling some mana into an arrow and cut you out. We need to hurry and get to the others," he suggested. "No. I got a better idea." With a quick flex of mana, a comically large-headed dragonling appeared and floated over my head. "What the-" Chomperz opened his jaws. A vacuum of air started sucked the webbing covering Sam and me. It detached from the ground and disappeared into his stomach. Chomp! Chomperz bared his teeth at Matias before flying into my chest. "Well, that''s awfully convenient. Usually, a skill like that is unable to pull in things touching your body." I stood up and helped Sam while dusting myself off. "Good to know he can do that. I wasn''t sure, but I hoped so." I could only shrug in response. There wasn''t any point in confirming or denying the question. He threw his hands up in the air and marched back to the house. It took less than a minute to gather the weapons and packs. As we rushed to the town hall, we saw other spiders sitting on top of houses, but Matias took them down before they could ever get close. With the rate of arrows this man went through, I was starting to suspect his quiver was enchanted. He never ran out of ammo despite having shot well over three dozen arrows. When we arrived, we rounded the layers of frozen mud walls surrounding the area. Tendrils of red-stained earth were also latching onto any small spiders that appeared and launching them into the air for Melena or Edith to finish off. A blast of golden fire alerted me to Zharia, defending Dyllan the moment the beasts got close. The area in front of the building looked like a warzone, as many of the nearest houses had gotten caught in the crossfire. Zharia unleashed another golden plume before rushing over and zipping across my vision. "Master! Master! These bugs have suffered my fire and have been burnt to smoking puddles! Hurry up, lizard man is looking for ¨¢ine," I sent her feelings of pride and amazement as the excited little bird zipped off to continue helping Dyllan. Petraeus, the ever-diligent field commander, noticed when Zharia flew away from the battle line and spotted us. With a short command to Xertalus, the elf cleared a path for us to rush across the field. In the background, Caldur and the twins ran around like a roaming hit squad to any monster that came too close to the building. As I neared, Petraeus made his way over. "Cyrus, I need you to summon your familiar. The monsters managed to get inside and kill several of the villagers. Orsk is tending to the ones still alive. Go help him. We''ll take care of things out here," he ordered. I gave Sam a thumbs-up before opening the door and walking inside. Holes lined the ceiling exposing the sky. People lay on the ground and in the cots, blood covering their bodies. Orsk was tended to a small girl''s arm, applying bandages to her missing hand. I nearly retched., but I pushed down the bile. Orsk didn''t turn away from the crying child, but he still addressed me as I came closer. "Good, you''ve made it. Your healing will be much more effective than my meager bandages and salves. Start on the ones in the cots. They''re the closest to death," Orsk said. His voice was strained. I channeled mana into Verdant Healer. ¨¢ine appeared and zipped toward the nearest victim. "What happened? We all heard your shout, but we got ambushed by an exploding boar right as we opened the door. Next thing I know, we''re rushing out into a village covered by giant spiders," I said as I kneeled down and started bandaging a woman''s leg. She must have been the mother because even with her injury, she kept trying to cheer up the little girl. Orsk finished tying the knot on the girl''s bandages. He put the roll down and took in a deep breath. "That explains why you three were missing while the others arrived. But what you said is concerning. So far, according to Levin, who I have scouting the village, there are only spiders. No other forms of blood beasts were seen around the village." "Wait, there have only been spiders? Nothing else?" I asked, but he shook his head in response. "That means I was targeted. That boar was sent to attack me. Arz''odral has to be doing something. But it can''t be just me. This seems planned." "I agree. If the demon wanted to kill us, it could have unleashed more. There is more to this spontaneous attack than what is obvious, but it''s impossible to tell. Even the spiders attacking the villagers acted strangely. It would only require one to slaughter its way through them. Yet, when I heard the screaming and rushed in, the beasts were slowly, almost lazily, picking at the people. That behavior doesn''t match the usual aggression we''ve seen so far." "Do you think the system will penalize him? The last time he attacked, he received a warning." Orsk paused and watched ¨¢ine heal the villagers. He reached into a bag and pulled out a mana potion before handing it to me. He waited till I knocked it down before getting up and holding out his hand. I accepted the help up and followed him to one of the cots. As he sat down, I could finally see the level of exhaustion on the beastkin. His head drooped slightly to the right, and the skin around his face was pale. He must have stayed up running the wards. "It remains to be seen. As I mentioned before, it is rare for a rift scenario to become so unhinged," he sighed. He rubbed at his eyes and gestured to the door. "You should go help the others while ¨¢ine finishes up in here. I''ll be out shortly after I''ve rested." I attempted a smile, but I could tell it didn''t reach my eyes. I gave a reassuring pat on the shoulders and left the town hall. "Don''t drain yourself too heavily, ¨¢ine. Prioritize the worst of them. We might need all that we can later." She sent over the mental equivalent of a thumbs-up as I left the building. When I stepped outside, half of the team was resting against the wall or on raised blocks of stone. The houses sported several new holes, and the ground was entirely red for several meters out. I walked over to Sam, who was busy spitting out pieces of jerky. "Is it over?" I asked. She spat out shreds of chewed jerky before shoving another handful into her mouth. "Yeah. Levin and Matias are running a check through the village. They should be back soon." Another shotgun spray of crumbs hit the ground, and I stepped back in disgust. "Okay, seriously, what the is up with the new jerky addiction? You''re like Uncle Skid with his can of dip." "The real question is why you''re not reacting to the blood in your mouth. Seriously, you look like a vampire who decided to have a snack and forgot to clean up. Something about the blood beast made the aftertaste twice as strong," she scowled. "I don''t really notice it, to be honest. Maybe you got its spleen or something." I received a middle finger in response. Deciding to pity her, I tossed her my canteen and summoned my bag of candy. A single thin mint later, and Sam''s stint as a jerky sprinkler was over. I tried to clean the dried blood off my face using a small mirror I picked up at the general store a while back. The water only ended up staining my face pink, much to Sam''s delight. Quickly flipping my hood up and flourishing my ink mask solved that issue. I was dead sure I looked edgy as hell. For the first time, I second-guessed my monochrome wardrobe. "Remind me when we''re rich. Buy colorful outfits," "Only if you buy me some." "Buy them yourself." It didn''t take long for Levin and Matias to come back. They shook their heads. The village was empty. Whatever this attack was supposed to be, it was over. ¨¢ine eventually flew out of the town hall and took care of the team''s injuries. Unsurprisingly, Dyllan was the most beat up. With the calm and peace returned, I checked the system timer. Protect the Village of Holmfirth Wave: 6/10 Survived Villagers Survived: 75% Time remaining till next wave: 5h: 4mins: 16sec I frowned. The villagers who survived had dropped down significantly from the attack. Damn. Orsk''s comment about the spider''s behavior came to mind. Dropping down to specifically seventy-five percent was suspicious. It was too specific to be coincidental. Arz''odral was up to something. But what? "What''s wrong, Cy." Sam asked. I glanced over. She had her hammer in her hands. Sam hid the tension well, but her fingers gripped the hammer too tight. "How do you even know something is wrong? I''m wearing a mask. And I know for a fact you don''t have x-ray vision," I said. She made an exaggerated hurt face and placed a hand over her heart. "You wound me with your lack of trust. I don''t need to see your face to know something is wrong, dude. It''s called body language. Same reason I always beat you in poker. Your shoulders stiffen, and you crack your fingers. Now tell me what''s up." "Check your timer. Orsk mentioned the attack on the town hall was weird. That, the spiders who broke in should have made mincemeat out of the villagers," I explained. She scowled and then got that glassy-eyed stare of someone reading their status. "That is suspicious as hell." "Exactly." A small ding caused me to freeze. A familiar red blip in the corner of my vision made me internally groan. I shared a look with Sam before sucking in a breath and tore off the bandaid. Protect the Village of Holmfirth Wave: 8/10 Survived Villagers Survived: 75% Time remaining till next wave: 0h: 13mins: 13sec Pr_pare you__elf, Asce_den_s. A Cha_- Well fuck. Chapter 26: Final Fight The bold red text glared at me. Besides the extremely concerning messed up text at the end, the wave number was more alarming. If the notification was correct, a third champion would appear in the next thirteen minutes. And I wasn''t sure it would afford us the luxury of appearing outside the village. I had a bad feeling that something was about to go horribly wrong. The silence was almost deafening. It was only broken by Orsk running out of the town hall. He didn''t say a word, but we all stared at the beastkin. Even if he wasn''t present on the frontlines during the waves, he was still our expedition leader. And the calm but determined face looking back at us was exactly what we needed to help ground ourselves. I doubted any of the others were scared, but worry and doubt were evident on some faces. "You have all seen the system message. We don''t have a lot of time. If anyone has any suggestions or concerns, please speak up now," Orsk said calmly. Xertalus and Matias pushed Petraeus forward, nearly causing the elf to stumble. He smacked the two with his staff before turning around. With a deep sigh, he crossed his arms and faced Orsk. "Should we evacuate the villagers? Before, we had the safe assumption that the town hall was the safest place. Now that we know the monsters can appear randomly in the village, that is no longer the case." The others nodded in approval, and I had to admit I was also concerned about the villagers'' safety. The problem was that there was nowhere else to hide them. At the very least, the wooden walls of the building could last a few seconds and hopefully allow us to stop the monsters that came. "I doubt there is anywhere safe in the rift for us to take them. If we had more time, we could try building an underground base for them to hide, but we don''t have the time or mana to spare. As a last resort, I will activate a final safety measure. If possible, I''d prefer to save it for the final wave," Orsk replied. Meleena stepped forward, her face set into a snarl. "What safety measures? How come we have heard nothing of this until now?" she demanded. Orsk maintained his calm while staring unflinchingly back. Even as Meleena''s claws came out, he remained stone-faced. "Your words are incorrect, Meleena. Several people on our team know about the final contingencies. Beyond myself and Mr. Galto, all team leaders know. I have kept this information compartmentalized for security reasons. This is only being brought up because I am afraid we''ll have to use this sooner than we''d like," he said while motioning to Spencer. Meelena''s jaw dropped. She turned to Caldur and started to lay into him, but Orsk cleared his throat. "If there is nothing else, then please take these potions and ingest them a minute before the timer reaches zero. They''ll be minor physical boosters along with mental resistance enhancers. Afterward, please take up battle positions in a circular formation around the square." Caldur took Meleena and the twins a few meters away from the group and had a harsh-sounding but brief discussion. The twins continued looking unbothered, but Meleena''s swishing tail never stopped its agitated back-and-forth motion. As I continued rudely staring, I paused. Something was wrong with team Talon, and it took me a moment to figure out what it was. The pyromancer beastkin was missing. And thinking back on the battle, I hadn''t seen a single flame or ember besides Zharia''s. A chill went down my spine at this revelation, and I quickly started turning in circles, looking for the beastkin. Yet, even after frantically searching the entire area, I couldn''t see a single feather. Something was wrong, and I didn''t understand what. I could be forgiven for forgetting about the birdman''s presence, but the rest of Talon? No, there was no way they would casually overlook one of their teammates missing. Sam must have noticed the bewildered look on my face and quickly jogged over. "Cyrus? What''s wrong?" I ignored her. I sprinted to Caldur and stopped in front of the large lion. He crossed his arms but didn''t comment on how close I was standing. "What is it... Cyrus?" "Caldur... Where is the...," I started but mentally cursed myself for not knowing the beastkin''s name. "Where is the pyromancer? Meleena, Retas, and Setar they''re all present. Where''s the last one? I don''t remember seeing him help defend town hall." Caldur''s face went through a rollercoaster of emotions before his eyes widened into saucers. He grabbed me by the shoulders and bared his fangs into a snarl. I tried pushing his hands away, but they clawed into my leather armor. He only released his grip when Sam clamped her giant fists around his wrists. Caldur growled before pivoting and launching himself at his team. "WHERE IS GRIMALD?! WHO SAW HIM LAST?!" Caldur roared. Meleena shuddered but did not flinch away from. The twins were less stoic, with their tails hanging limp like a dog and the fur on their necks raised high. When Caldur got within a meter, they backstepped and put Melena in front of them as a shield. "Tell me where he is, Meleena. You were the last person to talk to him," Caldur demanded. Melena ground her teeth but eventually looked away from Caldur''s glare. "I don''t know. He was right behind me when we rushed out. I didn''t even know he was gone until now. I thought he wa-" "Don''t lie to me! There is no way you would have missed his presence. You''re our backline." "I speak the truth! It must have been the demon! I would always keep track of Grimald. You didn''t notice him missing either!" Caldur''s muscles tensed, but he snapped his mouth shut and released his grip. With a another growl, he turned to the twins cowering behind the archer and pushed his way past her. Before he could continue his interrogation, a loud ringing spread throughout the village. I clamped my hands over my ears and watched the others do the same. It was like a cacophony of bells going off at once. After a dozen seconds, a loud and deeper bass thrummed in the air. The world pulsed, and the dragon-eyed moon bathed the ground in a red so dark it shadowed our faces. "Battle positions now! Weapons ready!" Orsk shouted. "Fuck. Over there," Sam muttered. I traced her finger and my heart sunk. Next to one of the buildings, on the western edge, a blood poured out of the ground. It ran like water until it hit an unseen barrier and piled up. Almost as if it were alive, it struck the barrier with thick tendrils, lashing at the air. A loud, deep groaning rumbled from within the pool. As the liquid reached about half as tall as the building next to it, it began to constrict. The collection of blood turned into a ball, and then a cube, and finally a diamond before exploding outwards. As the crimson mist rain down, a high-pitched keening forced me to my knees. The mist congealed back into a liquid, and before my eyes, the blood reversed itself as it recollected into a massive and hovering sphere. "What is going on?!" someone yelled. With the damage to my ears, I was just barely able to hear it. A quick glance to my right let me see that most of the others were kneeling on the ground with me, but not all. Caldur crouched on a rooftop several buildings away while Petraeus and Xertalus remained standing. I briefly saw what looked like frozen mud covering the sides of their heads. They must have used their skills to create earplugs to block out the sound. My attention snapped to the floating sphere as the sound raised in pitch but lessened in volume. The sphere jutted out, and slowly it started to change shape. Five tendrils sprouted along its sides and then hardened into limbs as the sound reached a tolerable level. I removed my hands and stared. Four of the limbs became massive legs that tapered into giant hoof-like feet. The final tendril started to form what looked like a skull with two huge tusks as long as my arms. With a final pulse, the sphere shrunk into the shape of a body. Red text flared in my vision, stretching from the corner to overwhelm my sight. A Ch__pio_ of Gluttony Prepa_e Asc_nden_s! The Fin_l Gua_dian remains s_anding! Sla_ the Mig_ty Beast!__!__! PROTECT T_E VILLAGE OF HO_MFIRT_ Wave 9/10 Survive_ Villag_rs Sur_ived: 75_%%% Time remain_ng til_ next w_ve: 0h: 0m_n: 0 se_ THE _INAL WAVE BEG_NS Before the champion could finish forming, a spear rocketed from the sky. The bladeimpaled the creature between the eyes. The force cracking the ground, releasing a shockwave. It sent me tumbling and I tucked my limbs close to my chest. With a grunt, my back hit a wall and knocked the air out of me. It took me a moment to regain control of my lungs and suck in a deep breath. "Ah, I must give my apologies. It really is ever so hard to remember my own strength," came an all too familiar voice. Arz''odral jumped from a nearby roof as he landed silently on the ground next to the impaled champion. He looked the same as the last time I saw him, except for a glowing golden sigil on his head. After wiping invisible specks of dirt off his robes, he clapped his hands once and spread his arms. "I must thank you all. So valiantly, you heroes fought against the last champion. Unfortunately, I was not of the sanest of minds to stop you last time. But! Nonetheless, I am here now," he continued dramatically. He moved one hand across his chest and bowed. When no one said anything, he tutted before standing up. "Oh well, respect is sorely lacking these days. Now then, give me a moment. We mustn''t let the Weave''s efforts go to waste. After all, it goes through so much work to craft these... Stories." Arz''odral turned around and gripped the spear. He effortlessly yanked it free. I nearly yelled out in outrage when he flourished the weapon lazily through the air. "Th-that''s mine. You bastard," I wheezed. He turned winked before before focusing on the champion. The champion slowly lost its form and returned to a deformed sphere of blood. "A shame that it''s an embodiment of Gluttony. I have never been a fan of the whole bloated feeling afterward. Alas, it will have to suffice." Two arms pushed through the back of his robe and shot out. Spreading his fingers wide, the spindly appendages grabbed both sides of the sphere and dragged it closer. Like a snake, he unhinged his jaw, exposing the rows of shark-like fangs. A funnel of blood streamed into the black void inside his mouth. Soon, a single stream was joined by another, then another, until six streams spiraled into the demon''s gullet. I rose to my feet. I didn''t understand what was happening, but I knew that he had to be stopped before it was too late. Luckily, the others reacted faster than I could because a trio of skills slammed the demon from behind. Chains of mud wrapped themselves around the demon''s limbs as arcs of shadow and ice sliced into his robes. Soon after, a barrier of light formed between the streams. "Cyrus, summon your fairy. Let the others handle this," Orsk said calmly. At some point, the beastkin had moved next to me. He handed me three potion vials, one of which I recognized as the power enhancer that tasted like cinnamon-coated rotten eggs. I mentally winced but downed all the potions. The other two did nothing to reduce the impact of the taste. Once the potions settled in my gut, I could feel my mana channels thrumming with energy. It went from a calm stream to a current of lightning rampaging throughout my body. I tapped into the raging mana and channeled it into my skill. ¨¢ine appeared, emitting a faint green light. Despite having a chunk of my mana reserved and partitioned away for my summon, I could tell it barely made a dent in the pool of mana inside me. With a thought, ¨¢ine raced away and began healing Dyllan first. While the others could contribute to the fight, the man''s taunting skill took precedence. "Cyrus, I''m going to activate the emergency measures. Whatever you do, stay within a foot of the town hall. With your familiars, you''ll be more helpful alive than dead. Make sure Sam understands as well," Orsk informed me. With a final pat on my shoulder, he sprinted away and headed inside the town hall, slamming the door behind him. I desperately wanted to focus on the fight, but I had my instructions. I rushed to Sam, leaning on a wall a couple of meters away. When I neared, I could see trails of sticky blood running down her ears and nose. "Are you alright?" I asked. I swung her arm over my shoulder and shifted her weight so that she could use me as a crutch and stand upright. She grunted but didn''t push me away. She pointed to her mouth and then her ear with her free hand. "Can''t hear you. I''m okay, but the scream messed up my head," she shouted. I helped drag her over to ¨¢ine, who was finishing up healing Levin. I moved us as close to the town hall''s door as possible, motioning awkwardly to the building and us. "What? What about the town hall?" I tried signing again that we were supposed to stay near the building, but a strong breeze pushed us back. I smacked my head against the wooden wall. Alarm bells flashed in my mind, and then a sharp, burning pain ripped itself from my chest. The world went dark, and I cried out in agony. "¨¢ine!" Next to Levin, Arz''odral held up Dylan''s and Petraeus'' team in his hands. Grabbing them by the neck, he lifted them into the air and chuckled. The blood sphere, now the size of a basketball, was gripped in a set of hands above his head and continuing to drain away into the demon''s mouth. The pain clawed at my fury, demanding I look down. Beneath his clawed foot was the imprint of broken wings. It wasn''t hard to understand what had happened. I shook off the pain and leaned forward. I wanted nothing more than to skewer the bastard, but I held back. The shark-toothed grin he sent my way almost made me lose my fragile grip over my anger. When I didn''t move to attack him, Arz''odral laughed. Despite the blood streaming into his mouth, his voice rang clear. "Ah, much better control than I would have expected, especially from one so young. Do be careful in the future. There''s a reason we demons prefer slave contracts and deals rather than soul bonds. So many warlocks sought to bind themselves in such a way to summoned demons, only to find that our pain tolerance tends to be much higher than theirs. As I said before, as long as you find the weakest point, you can break anything," he sneered. "Thanks for the advice. You can fuck off now," I growled. "Tut, tut, newborn. Don''t strain yourself. All that heat and fury might sour the taste of your blood." Suddenly, the twins launched themselves at the demon, their swords glowing with a silver edge aimed at his neck. Arz''odral tossed the shrunken ball of blood into his mouth and snapped down. Crunch! Using the now hands-free arms behind his back, they grew into massive, slimy-looking fists and snatched the twins out of the air. His claws smothered the energy around the swords and flicked the blades aside. They scratched at his wrist before he slammed them together. The twins'' arms dropped to their side, unmoving. "Truly, like flies to a corpse. If you are all so eager to die, then I shall grant you your wish," Arz''odral said while shaking his head. With a crouching leap, he jumped to the center of the town. All eight of the choking adventurers hung limply in his clawed grip. "Pay close attention, newborn. It''s time you learned how we demons earned our reputation." Ten orbs of blood drained out of his mouth and spread out in a circle around him several meters apart. One by one, he tossed my teammates into the air. As they flew near a sphere, it would sharpen into a cone and stab into their stomachs. Ropes of crimson bound their limbs while two thicker cords spread out and connected to the nearby spikes, creating a linked chain with a macabre sacrifice at each point. "Now we wait for the final puzzle piece to complete the act." A cracking and snapping echoed through the village as the extra limbs folded back into his body. With a shudder, he wiggled and visibly relaxed. Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. "Much better," he mused. That was until a glowing, golden arrow zipped through the air and embedded itself into his neck. Caldur blinked next to him and swung his greatsword in an overhead chop. The blade slashed down to his collarbone but was stopped before it managed to behead the demon entirely. Caldur''s muscles bulged as he struggled to drag the sword down. The sword sank another inch despite the two claws pushing the blade away. "Tell me where is Grimald! What did you do to him, filth?!" Caldur bit out. With a flash of shadowy energy, the blade pushed deeper.. Arz''odral let out a strained laugh. "Oooohooo. Are you talking about that little bird? I''m sorry, I don''t know anything about them. Are you sure they didn''t run away? Considering the bindings you put on him, I don''t blame him." "Enough with the lies, demon! Tell me now or die!" Caldur roared. As he said that, another golden arrow zipped through the air. "Very well," Arz''odral sneered. His arms slacked and the blade sheered through the red meat of his neck. "I choose death!" Arz''odral released his grip on the blade and grabbed the arrow out of the air. Caldur, not having expected the demon to simply let go, slashed his sword down unimpeded and severed him into two. While falling, the hand holding the arrow flexed and jabbed into the side of Caldur''s thigh. With a cold chuckle, the arrow exploded in a blinding flash. I barely managed to raise my arms in time to shield my eyes. "Caldur!" Meleena screamed. Idly, I heard the thump of a body crashing into the ground and swiveled my head at the sound. It took a dozen seconds of blinking my eyes till I was able to see clearly enough and saw Meleena standing over Caldur with her bow drawn and facing the dead demon. "Why did he go through all that if he was going to off himself in the end? What was the point of all this?" Sam muttered. I narrowed my eyes at the severed corpse, but it didn''t move. The demon died with a grin on his face, raising the hair on the back of my neck. Something was wrong. My eyes drifted to the still-impaled members of our team, groaning lightly as the spikes of hardened blood held them to the ground. I could hardly feel ¨¢ine through our connection, and it hurt even to check. We needed to get healing potions in the wounds as soon as possible. I took a step, but my vision disappeared as red text crowded my vision. THE DEMON IS SLAIN AND THE HEROES PREVAIL CONGRATULATIONS ASCENDENTS! A NEW TALE HAS BEEN WOVEN THAT WILL FOREVER MARK YOUR VALIANT DEEDS TODAY! FEAR NOT! FOR A HEROIC TASK REQUIRES A HEROIC REWARD LEAVE THIS PLACE AND CONTINUE FORTH ON YOUR ADVENTURE GO FORTH AND WEAVE A TALE GRANDER THAN THE LAST PROTECT THE VILLAGE OF HOLMFIRTH WAVE 10/10 SURVIVED VILLAGERS SURVIVED 75% TIME TILL PORTAL OPENS: --------------------------NOW--------------- The text blinked out of existence. A snap of air made me focus above Arz''odral''s corpse. A plane of pink energy split reality and opened. The portal grew, resembling the entrance portal into the rift. As it finished forming, the blood spikes elongated and pulled out of the adventurer''s stomachs with a wet squelch, leaving behind a cord of blood attached. Weaving through the air, they flew in a pattern I couldn''t recognize and sent out a ribbon of pink energy each to the portal. The world pulsed again as the ribbons wrapped the portal up, forming a ring in the air. A low chuckle started before eventually shifting into a maddened cackle. It took me a moment before I was able to spot its source. The two severed pieces of Arz''odral lifted into the air and floated back together. The flesh bubbled and began to stitch together. An arrow zipped at the demon, but a tendril of pink rope sprung forward and snatched it out of the air, smothering it in a ball. The ball bulged as the arrow exploded, but it managed to contain the explosion. "How?! How are you still alive? I cut you in half. The system said we won!" Caldur shouted from his prone position on the ground. His right leg was oozed, his flesh looked mangled and torn. "Don''t remind me. I may be a mere clone of who I truly am, but my memory persists. Did you know that you can disrupt the system? All it takes is poking in the right places and leveraging the proper rules," Arz''odral snorted. He trailed his hand along one of the hanging ribbons and caressed it gently before raising his chin and staring down at the beastkin. "I had to play my role in this ridiculous farce of a game and let you slay me before I could enact my plans. Never mind that I consumed enough power to break out of this nightmare. Noooo, I have to let the would-be adventurers become the heroes the Grand Weave desires. Even if I bend them as far as I can, I have to follow the rules it sets. But that''s when you strike. You see, after you vanquished the mighty demon and saved these people from a horrible and tragic fate, it doesn''t care anymore. The all-seeing and unforgiving eye of the Weave moves on. And so now, I''m free to do what I want. Well... provided I have the means to do so." Once he finished his monologue, Arz''odral casually walked forward, holding his arms behind his back like he was taking a stroll. "Stay away! I will blow you to pieces, monster!" Meleena shouted. When he didn''t stop walking, she fired arrow after arrow in rapid succession. Only for each arrow to be snatched out of the air by a pink ribbon and smothered until they blew up. Skill after skill was used until she strung three arrows simultaneously and fired. The arrows shot out like lasers and blasted out so fast I couldn''t even track them. This time, he shot out a spray of blood from his hand and covered the beams. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed aside the rumbling ball of liquid and threw it to his right. The blood ball exploded before hitting the ground, creating a light rain of crimson droplets. "Seriously, cease these futile efforts, whelp. You''re much too weak to pose a threat to me now. I am unshackled from my bonds. I have no reason to hold back anymore," Arz''odral said softly. When Melena nocked another arrow, he sighed and extended his arm. From his back a whip made of blood shot out wrapping around her throat and lifted her off the ground. Caldur tried to get up, but another whip bound his arms to his chest and held him down. "Ah, so much better. Life is so much easier when they can''t struggle," he mocked. Melena was dragged closer until he embraced her in a hug. Her legs and hands clawed at his grip, trying desperately to break out of his arms. "Cyrus. Pssst. Cyrus!" I looked over and saw Sam motioning me to come closer. I checked to see if the demon was watching, but he was too busy bearing his teeth at Meleena to notice. I carefully but quickly scooted my way over and crouched down. "What the fuck do we do? This is insane!" I whispered. "I don''t know, but we can''t do anything about him. We either need to leave through that fucked up hell portal or get inside the town hall and hide. Orsk is still inside somewhere, and he mentioned something about emergency measures," she replied. "Those sound like two terrible plans." "I don''t have any other options. Now shut up; let''s go." We slowly crouch-walked our way to the door. Each step felt like it took an eternity, even if it was only a couple of seconds. With a cold sweat dripping down my forehead, I carefully reached for the handle to open the door but jumped back when both doors opened wide. A curtain of black cloth and feathers blocked my view, but I glimpsed what had happened inside the town hall. Lines of dead bodies and trails of gore formed an elaborate pentagram inside the building. Each corpse was either charred or burnt to a crisp. Arz''odral released Meleena from his embrace and stood up. Ignoring Sam and me, he dragged the two beastkin behind him as he stepped inside the town hall and carefully made his way over the gore and ash. "Are you done with your side of things?" he asked the cloaked figure standing next to the doorframe. "I''ve done what was required of me," Grimald replied promptly. "I can certainly see that. I''m surprised you didn''t spare the children. Even the most ruthless of individuals balk at murdering hatchlings." "They are not alive. Why would I care for an illusion?" Arz''odral shrugged and moved to the center of the room, where a bound Orsk was chained to the floor. A leather strap bound his mouth, and his limbs were spread akimbo across a wooden table. With wild eyes, the beastkin stared at the approaching demon. Grimald glanced at us but ignored our presence as he walked up to Orsk with a dagger in his hand. "Why are those two still alive? I thought you wanted to use everyone else for the portal." Arz''odral waved a dismissive hand in our direction. When Grimald neared, he held out his hand for the dagger and took it. After watching Orsk struggle uselessly in his chains, he stretched his tendril, holding Meleena, and placed her in a smaller circle just big enough for her body to be perfectly in the middle. "Too weak to use as a vessel and too weak to be used as an energy source. The other nine will suffice for what we need. Besides, I need servants. Provided my whims remain willing, I''ll grant them the honor of being my slaves," he explained. Using his sharpened claws, he cut open Orsk''s shirt and exposed his torso. He then lazily etched a series of runes into Orsk''s leathery skin before marking a final pair of slashes over the beastkin''s heart. "There, all done." Sam began tugging my armour and started dragging me away from the building. A bolt of crimson energy shot out and sliced through her cheek. "Sam!" I shouted, moving to support her. She pushed me away, cupping her face while glaring at the demon. "Continue your foolish actions, and I will hang you by your own intestines. Now come inside and shut the door," Arz''odral ordered. A finger was pointed our way, and a small bead of crimson light floated before it. A moment passed and the bead grew to the size of an apple. "NOW!" When Sam didn''t move, I grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. There was nothing we could do in this situation. If we were lucky, we''d survive till the end of this nightmare. And if sucking up to the insane demon prevented Sam''s death, then there was no other choice. Once we closed the door to the town hall, he lowered his hand and returned his focus to the struggling Orsk. "Are you sure I can''t have the male? He''s a much better specimen than the female. I''m sure she would make a much better slave. After all, weren''t you closer to her than him? Unless you swing the other way. I know you mortals tend to be rather picky with your desires," he said. Grimald summoned a plume of flames in his hands. "You remember the contract, demon. He is mine! She is unneeded for my plans." Arz''odral raised an eyebrow at the fire before pouting at Grimald. After a dozen seconds of tense silence, he snorted once and waved him off. "Don''t think to lecture me about the contract. I know the details better than you ever will. Still, what a shame. I could have some fun with his body. She''s... acceptable but reeks of light mana. Converting her pathways will be troublesome." "Don''t forget the second part of-" Grimald started. Arz''odral pressed his finger to Grimald''s beak. The beastkin knocked him away. "Do be silent. I''ll be strong enough to snap the bindings when the possession is complete. And yes, I know the final part. I''ll begin the enslavement ritual on the male beastkin before guiding you in finishing the ritual. The Weave itself binds me, whelp. I will fulfill my end of the contract." Grimald must have been satisfied with his answer since the flames disappeared, and he lowered his hands. Using the tendril of blood still wrapped around Caldur''s body, he threw him over his shoulders and stepped out of the pentagram. With his gore-spattered cloak, he blended in the scenery well enough that if Caldur''s tied-up form weren''t there, I wouldn''t have been able to spot him. "You two, stand over there and do not move," Arz''odral commanded. I held onto Sam, frozen in place. The demon began a long chant that scratched at my brain. The words wormed their way in, and cut into my thoughts. Rather than words, the chant was made up of sounds that caused flashes of imagery to speed through my mind. Three minutes passed while he chanted, and I didn''t dare to move. Occasionally, the feeling of dread and pain would be replaced by an almost soothing feeling of warmth in my chest before it turned around and felt like I was plunging into a freezing lake. Back and forth, the feelings warred within my body. Looking around, Grimald remained unaffected, but everyone else in the room twitched and narrowed their eyes. Sam braced herself against the pillar behind us while keeping a strained glare at the demon. After another minute of suffering, Arz''odral raised the volume of his voice and began chanting loud enough to cause an echo. The echo distorted the chant but did not interfere. The echo was the final puzzle piece, and when combined, the sound sang harmoniously through the room. During the apex of the gutteral chanting, Arz''odral raised the dagger high and held it above Orsk''s heart. With a final look, I caught Orsk''s stare. His eyes were wild and bloodshot, near to the point of bulging out of their sockets. With a shake of his head, his eyes shifted to my left and bounced slightly upwards. He blinked once and repeated his action before his eyes widened fully. Arz''odral completed his chant and brought the dagger down, plunging into Orsk''s chest. The flames ruptured through his body in a silent scream and consumed the dying corpse. As the obsidian flames turned Orsk''s body to ash, the fire crawled down the table and spread out like dominoes. Where the flames burned, the bodies would liquefy into pools of black blood. Some writhed, and struggled, even the disconnected bits of flesh and bone. When all the bodies finished melting, Arz''odral stood over Meleena. She struggled at her bindings, eyes wild. Claws dug into the tendril to no avail and I could hear her muffled scream past the gag. Arz''odral glanced down, a sneer on his face while he continued to chant. Another crescendo pounded into my skull. Then he stabbed himself with the dagger. The demon''s body lost its solidity and melted into a puddle over Melena''s bound form. With a rush of crimson light, the smoke in the room rushed inward and created a tornado around the circle. Sam gripped my shoulder, and I turned to look at her. The fear in her eyes made me pull her into a hug. Her muscled arms wrapped around me tightly in a comforting squeeze as the storm raged. Occasionally, crackles of red energy would lash the air and break apart some of the smoke. Grimald held tightly onto Caldur, only dropping the beastkin when the tornado slowed. A massive bolt of red lightning struck the ceiling and tore through the roof of the building. After it broke through, I felt the ground shake, and the world pulsed again. The smoke settled and revealed what remained. Standing in the middle of the circle was a distinctly female figure draped in the demon''s red robes. Remnants of the crimson energy lazily floated off her body and faded into motes of ash. "NOW THIS FEELS RIGHT! THE WEAVE WILL NOT HOLD ME NOW! I AM FREE!" Meleena''s voice shouted. An unhinged cackle of laughter started and stopped when Grimald dragged Caldur''s body closer to the demon. "Fulfill your oath, demon before this rift closes around us. Break my shackles," Grimald commanded. Arz''odral''s laughter faded in response but held a hand up to Grimald''s chest and placed his other hand over Caldur''s forehead. "A mark etched into thy soul shackles you to the mortal realm. With my power, I fulfill my oath and set you free. I return you thy wings of freedom. I return your immortality. By the Grand Weave, I claim this true!" Arz''odral chanted. And an ethereal set of golden metal chains formed into existence before sliding off Grimald''s body. The links of ghostly metal slithered away and wrapped themselves over Caldur''s bound form. When the chains settled into place, they phased through his fur. A final puddle of metal shot to Caldur''s forehead and branded a circular pattern of glyphs into his skin. When the runes stopped glowing, he backed up and watched Grimald tear his robes off. In a frenzy, the crow-beastkin struggled out of his black robes and threw them on the floor. His back exposed he leaned forward. The pentagram on his back was gone, but two spots on his shoulder blades glowed with orange light. "Graaaaarggghhh!" Grimald screeched. His body twisted as he hunched over. The pain forced him to his knees, and a cracking sound rang out as two massive wings of oily black feathers burst out of his back. He flapped them twice before he jumped into the air and flew up to the rafters. The beastkin dived up and down a few times before he landed next to Caldur. The lion-man looked different. His mane was grey rather than pure black, and his fur a paler and whiter than before. His body was ragged and torn; his frame frailer and thinner. At the sight of Grimald''s towering figure, he lunged out and grabbed his legs. "What have you done to me?! I can''t feel it. My connection is gone. I can¡¯t feel my mana! Fix this! Fix me! Give it back!" Caldur begged. Grimald kicked away the beastkin''s hands and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him in the air until their eyes were level with each other. "What you''re feeling, that sense of loss, that void. That''s what happens when a slave brand is etched into your soul. Twenty-three long years I have waited for this. Every moment I was alone, I tried to burn off the mark, to tear it out of my soul. Nothing worked. Nothing! Now you suffer the same fate while I regain my freedom," Grimald replied. Like a small dog, he shook the once proud lion before dropping him on the ground. Caldur looked up in disbelief and horror. "But why? I didn''t enslave you. I didn''t even know this was possible! Meleena, Retas, and Setar, we only ever treated you like a member of our team. How could you do this to us?" Grimald kicked him again and sent him tumbling backward. Caldur moaned and struggled to pull himself up. "You may not have, but your father did. When he slaughtered my tribe and claimed us as his property, that was the day I lost my wings. Did you really think I''d be so willing to serve the insufferable, hot-headed son of that tyrant? No, Caldur. When you met me that evening during the festival of feasting, it was not a lucky coincidence. I was forced to obey, compelled by that slave brand etched into your head. I was to serve you for eternity till either I died or my leash was handed off to your progeny," he spat out vehemently. "Every moment I was forced to look at you was torture. All I ever dreamed about was how I would drag your broken body to your father''s throne and make him watch as I set you ablaze. But I''ve changed my mind. You''ll be my slave from now until the day you die, just like I was originally intended. And we can start by enslaving the rest of the feline clans." My head spun. Seeing the proud beastkin reduced to a sobbing and hollow mess made my blood run cold. Caldur flinched when he looked at Arz''odral and tried to crawl away from the demon. Grimald chirped out and lifted him in the air. When Grimald started shaking him for the second time, Arz''odral coughed loudly. "As amusing as this was, we have to hurry. The ritual activated the portal, and within the next minute, we must leave. Unless you wanted to be flung through the void. Even I don''t know whether you would survive or simply poof out of existence. And you did require that I offer you the chance to leave first," Arz''odral said. Grimald picked up Caldur and launched himself back into the air without a word. A single feather was all that was left of the pair as he flew through the hole in the ceiling. When I looked back, Arz''odral stood in front of Sam and me. "Do stop the shivering. If you cannot control yourself, I''ll drain your blood this instant. Usually, I would brand you with slave contracts as well, but there is no time left." He turned away and strode across the room. I gave Sam a reassuring squeeze before untangling myself from her arms and started walking after the demon. His new body was smaller than before, but it did nothing to lessen his stride. By the time he exited the building, I was only halfway to the door. The lack of metal footsteps behind me caused me to stop and turn around. Sam wasn''t behind me but instead was next to a pillar to my right. She was examining the wooden beam franticly and rubbed off blood and ash away at different spots, searching for something. "Sam! What the hell?!" I whispered. She ignored me and circled the pillar. I glanced back and saw Arz''odral frown as he noticed us still inside the building. "Samantha!" She slapped her palm on a cleared spot on the pillar, and a thrum of energy pulsed outwards. Underneath the ruined floor and walls, lines of golden script appeared, bathing the room in golden light. Arz''odral tried to enter the town hall but was stopped by a barrier. Interlocking honeycomb plates rippled over the doorframe and glowed brighter where his fists struck. "AHAHAHA! Take that fucker! Can''t touch us now!" Sam cheered. "What the hell, Sam? We could have died," I said. She turned to me and gave me a manic grin. "Orsk''s emergency plan. Before he died, his eyes moved to the pillar next to us. I wasn''t sure, but I was right. Now he can''t touch us. I''m not ready to become a slave to a fucked up demon prick." I hissed, "Are you kidding me?! If you were wrong, we would have died some gruesome death. And you forgot that we need to enter the portal ourselves." "Doesn''t matter. I''d rather risk returning to the void. Better this instead of hoping we don''t lose our minds being tortured to death," she replied as she tackled me into a bear hug. A pair of crimson eyes stared at us from beyond the barrier. When Arz''odral raised his hands into the air, a dozen tendrils of blood burst out and latched on to the pink cords surrounding the portal. As they connected, he tugged downwards, and reality shifted. For a moment, there were three versions of the demon before it snapped back into place like a rubber band. "Cyrus, behind us, look," Sam whispered. Gone were the walls of the town hall. The world stopped halfway through. Beyond the line of nothingness was an endless black void with no end. A sense of finality and hollowness permeated my skin. The emptiness sunk down into my bones and into my core. I could feel my mana leeching away. "Fuck, we''re screwed." Reality shifted out again. This time, I could see Sam and I from sixteen different angles. When it rubberbanded back into place, more of reality was missing. Another kaleidoscopic shift resulted in pieces of the world slowly falling away, consumed by the endless tide of nothingness. "Cy, in case we die. I want you to know I love you. You were the best brother I could ever ask for," Sam said warmly. I let out a halfhearted chuckle. "Shut up; we''re not dying. We can''t have our isekai life end here. I finally landed a lofty position in society. I don''t think Cal would be too happy losing his scion before I even managed to do anything." Arz''odral chuckled. "How very touching. Mortals like you are precisely why I spent so long doing contracted work. Your blood would give off such a pleasant and bittersweet aroma. Too bad you''ll be too busy being tortured to appreciate that fact!" In one swift movement, his right arm cocked back and punched forward, smashing into the barrier. My vision split into a hundred different perspectives and made my soul cry out in response. When the rubberbanding effect snapped me back into my body, a massive tentacle of pink and flesh whipped out. I struggled to dodge out of the way, but the disorienting effect of the reality shift made me stumble instead. Before the tentacle wrapped around my body, I was knocked off my feet by Sam''s meaty fists. "SAAAAAAM!" was all I could scream out while the tentacle wrapped itself around her torso and smashed her into the floor. It raised her twenty feet into the air and launched her into the void. "CYYYYRUUUSSSS!" she screamed. I jumped after her, but with a blink, she was gone. The rest of reality disappeared, and smothering darkness washed over me. At first, it was so cold I thought I went into mana fatigue, but then I lost physical feeling. It was reminiscent of my time as a soul orb after I died. However, this time, my thoughts were sluggish, and eventually, that stopped. I was nothing, completely and absolutely nothing. I did not understand how long I had existed in the void. The concept of time ceased to mean anything. Slowly, my thoughts started again. I thought of the absence of feeling, the absence of time, the absence of permanence. Then I felt cold. The cold transformed into a hollow warmth. Then, the pins and needles started. It would have been a mere annoyance if it wasn''t for my entire body being barraged by the feelings. My eyeballs felt like a child went crazy on the acupuncture; it even pierced into the root of my teeth. Eventually, the feeling morphed into an unbearable burning pain that assaulted me in waves. I felt myself falling at a frightening speed. When reality came back in a screeching jolt, the agony came with it I vaguely felt my body hit the ground, hear the echo of cracking bones. I had enough sense of mind to withhold my groan of pain, but I wasn''t entirely sure I managed to contain it. A minute passed by that turned into dozens of minutes. With tremendous effort, I fluttered my eyelids open and recoiled when the air touched my eyeballs. I was in some sort of cave vaguely lit by glowing lichen along the walls. The sound of running water was all I could make out before my strength failed me, and I passed out. END OF BOOK ONE! Chapter 26 Interlude: Brelten POV With a small flourish, the final stack of papers requiring his signature was finished. Brelten sighed as he leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his tea. The tea was cold and flat, and the sweet, complex flavour it was known for was barely existent. Still, the act of sipping at the beverage brought a sense of peace to his mind. A peace that was constantly fraying at the edges with every day spent out here in the Yidelwoods. Four days have passed since the children went inside the rift. Those four days could have been months for the team inside. With the rift being wild and appearing on such short notice, there was no way to measure the exact time dilation inside. Not that it should have been anything too crazy. Usually, rifts with extreme time dilations had a certain feel to the energy they gave off. And thankfully, the rift had barely a hint of time essence. He still wasn''t sure if the fact that the rift portal remained closed gave him more relief than stress. On the one hand, it meant that the children were still alive. Conversely, it meant they still had a chance to fail, and the entire team could wipe. Even with the personality issues of the members of Talon, the expedition team had a high likelihood of succeeding. Though, one was never to underestimate the dangers of a rift. In particular, two newborns green as fresh grass made his stomach churn. Sending two new adventurers, not even tier one, would have been a death sentence in most scenarios. But, decades of experience from his time spent adventuring made him confident in his decision. Even if he ignored their status as Reborns, a healer was an insanely lucky find. If everything went to plan, Cyrus and Sam would remain relatively safe while providing valuable healing to the expedition team. Setting his tea down, he mentally checked inside his dimensional storage and pulled out a stack of files. With his memory being enhanced by his tier, recalling the details on the adventurer''s guild files was easy, but it felt better to read through the files physically. Grabbing from the bottom of the stack, he grabbed the files marked with a blue dot. Inside the leather folder were four files. Dyllan''s team was as standard as they came. Nothing special in the end, but effective. Dyllan served as the stable rock to round out the rougher edges of his team. A classic tank with a specialization in defensive abilities, nothing in his kit was flashy or demanded attention. Edithe was next. Human, female, caster-type with lightning affinity skills. Technically she was the group''s sub-leader¡ªthe opposite of Dyllan, with her skills being loud and flashy. A glass cannon to the wall of muscled steel. Thankfully, her mana affinity didn''t affect her personality. Lightning types were often a hot-headed bunch. Levin was the file beneath hers, and it was nearly twice as long. An unusual mana affinity. It wasn''t uncommon to find a rogue that had poison-aspected mana. Not even shadow-aspected rogues won out on which type of rogue was the most common. Levin was a bit different. A sub-type of poison, he used acid-based skills. His file was padded with minor incidents that marred his record. Once again, not unusual for any rogue archetype adventurer. He did have a special mark on his record, indicating that the crown was taking an interest in the man. They''ll probably approach him sometime around the mid-second tier if he continues to grow without accident. The last file was Spencer''s. Human, male, Enhancer-type utility. Light affinity, with a spread between defensive barriers and physical enhancement skills. The only downside to the man''s kit was that his skills were almost entirely chant-based activation. While the skills themselves tended to last longer durations than other skills of the type, the activation speed was abysmally slow in comparison. And in the adventuring life, or on the battlefield, every second was precious. Still, even if his skills demanded more preparation and caution, he was extremely useful to the group. If it weren''t for his reclusive and introverted personality, he''d have found plenty of offers from other teams. Putting the folder to the side, Brelten grabbed the ones marked with green and pulled out three stacks of papers. It was the files containing information on the elven brothers. A three-person adventuring team consisted of three brothers who spent the last six months in Edolus running the Emberlake Dungeon. Petraeus, the oldest brother, was the team leader. Caster and utility equally. Mud-based skills with earth and water skills. Sadly, he would only ever stay mortal. Being an adventurer attracted a particular type of people. Usually, those born with limited slots would avoid the adventuring life and find skills more appropriate for gentler living. Achieving tier three was something less than four percent of people did. It either took decades upon decades of careful and slow meditation or a couple of decades spent living a life on a dagger''s edge. That or you had the backing of a wealthy and powerful patron to propel you forward. Petraeus would most likely achieve tier two and spend the rest of his life at the peak of the tier. It would take an extreme set of circumstances and luck to ever break beyond that barrier. The same could be said for the second oldest brother, Xertalus. Another warrior type that showed decent combat capabilities but was limited by a low slot threshold. Marked with a natural ability to duel wield, his axes were deadly for his tier. The combination of water and ice skills added an edge to his fighting style while also meshing well with Petraeus'' skills. And the final brother, Matias. The youngest of the three and certainly the most protected of the brothers. Whether or not his being an archer was due to natural talent or a side effect of his brother''s wanting to protect him was unknown. While his wind-aspected skills lacked firepower that other mana types could display, he provided range and scouting support for Xertalus. The trio covered all fields of combat and would be helpful in all but a few situations. The only issue noted on his file was if he would hold himself back for his brothers. Unlike his older brothers, he was born with at least eight slots. If they succeeded in completing the rift, the distance between the trio''s capabilities would only grow wider. Brelten put the three files next to the other four and stared at the last folder. Unlike the others, the last folder had a red dot and was marked with two black stripes. He already knew why the black stripes were there. Even if the guild usually preferred to keep a healthy distance between adventurers and their past, they still needed to keep records and information on them. And the higher the adventurer grew in terms of ranks in the guild, the larger their file was in the guild records. Someone like Brelten had practically his entire career written down somewhere in the guild archives. Doubly so as someone who worked for the guild directly. His own file was locked behind a four-striped clearance to which only the guild head in Calbratha had open access. Locked and sealed to only a very select few individuals. Which made the fact that a lone tier one team had a folder marked with black stripes a telling case. When Talon arrived at Edolus, he looked into their backgrounds once they registered themselves in the guild hall. Outside of a few warnings about problematic behavior, they were like any other team of hot-heads. They were talented but held back by scathing personalities that led to arguments and fights due to their arrogant and generally abrasive attitudes. An entire group of beastkins were common and not strange to see. While here in the eastern continent, speciesm was a rare concept. That didn''t mean stereotypes and favoritism didn''t exist; rather, it meant that one would be hard-pressed to find a denial of services or shunning due to one''s name on their status screen. Being made of four feline beastkins and one avian beastkin, Talon still fell into the norm of an adventuring team composition. What, unfortunately, highlighted the group was the pride and superiority that most feline beastkins displayed. It was made all the worse by the fact that Caldur, their team leader, was the son of an infamous warlord amongst the beast tribes. It was akin to being raised a noble in the kingdom. Being raised as better than the common folk was almost ingrained into him. Out of the group, the two shortest files were the files of Retas and Setar, the twins. They were nearly henchmen to the other members of the group. Utterly loyal to their leader, they were blades to be wielded and nothing more. While they displayed ferocity in combat, their disregard for any defensive skills or maneuvers made them a one-trick pony. They were deadly and effective when you needed raw aggression to throw at a problem, but they were hopelessly inept at complicated strategies. The third largest file was on Melena. The only female in the group, she viewed herself as the team''s sub-leader. Her file was the most filled with records of fights and misdemeanors. After a particular incident with another guild team involving the destruction of a civilian''s store, she was put under a secret psych evaluation from the guild. Beyond moderate anger issues, she suffers from an inferiority complex stemming from a lack of reciprocated feelings from Caldur. Her combat prowess was noted as high, with a rare offensive usage of light-aspected skills. Which, sadly, made her marked for further scrutiny in the future due to her volatile nature. It wouldn''t be the first nor last time the guild had to crack down on problem adventurers who liked to throw explosive powers. Caldur was the second largest file. Male, beastkin, Melee combatant who used his shadow affinity to position himself around the battlefield. He was noted to fall under the heavy swordsman archetype, with his skill set used as an enhancement to swordsmanship to provide added penetrative power and increased versatility in ranged options. Outside of his abrasive personality, he had a commanding presence that added to his ability to serve as a team leader in most situations. The natural proclivity to treat those weaker than him in combat as inherently inferior in every way held him back. If he manages to continue the speed at which he flew through the first tier, it was suggested he be put under the mentorship of a tier three swordsman from the Calbratha. This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. "It''d probably be Nero. That arsehole would find some twisted pleasure in beating the hardheadedness out of him," Brelten whispered out loud. With a sigh, he pulled out a steaming fresh cup of tea from his storage and relaxed for a moment. The last file of the group, the one that gave the folder its black stripes, was the file on Grimald. The outlier of the adventuring team known as Talon. An active adventurer with a slave brand etched across their soul. While the guild maintained a neutral stance amongst the different kingdoms and sovereignties of Inoria, there were a few hard rules. Rules that no matter what, the guild would take legal action into its own hands no matter how influential the political party was. One of those rules was the complete intolerance of slave brands. Any adventurer caught being the owner, master, creator, or participant of a soul brand that enslaved a fellow adventurer in any way would be terminated immediately. Initially, the first suggestive blip of a problem appeared during the registration of Grimald for his tier. After an intense investigation, it was confirmed that he was under the influence of such a brand. After some time, it was confirmed that not only did the rest of Talon not use the brand to command or control their team member, but they didn''t even know of its existence. If any evidence was found that proved otherwise, there would have been a figurative witch-hunt amongst the guild. Due to the brand itself, the guild was unable to question Grimald about its existence. When suggested the option to wait and bring in a specialist who could have helped, the guild affiliate was brushed off and dismissed. A second inquiry was prompted that resulted in the same reply. After determining that the brand was not being used in a malicious way against the beastkin, the guild decided to drop the active issue and wait. If, at any point in the future, Grimald showed signs of distress or asked for help against the soul brand, the guild would help set up a meeting with the specialist. It was a grey area in the records for the guild. While they had to keep a hands-off approach if the person didn''t want or refused help, it was still an illegal subject that couldn''t be one hundred percent ignored. Picking up his cup of tea, Brelten tossed the folders back into his storage and stood up. He figured a good walk around camp would save him from the darkened mood that crept up. There was a good chance the kids would still be eating dinner at this time. Barely a year, and they were already on their way to the mid-ranks of tier two! It would make him a lousy uncle if he didn''t use their short time together to dote on and bother them. As he stepped out of the cabin, he found one of the town guards they hired standing vigil next to his cabin door. The young man must have been dozing off because it took him a few slow blinks to recognize the guild master standing in front of him. The guard quickly saluted and mashed their hand hard on their metal helmet. "Sir! I apologize, sir. I wasn''t paying attention," he shouted quickly. Brelten chuckled at the display and put one of his large hands on the man''s shoulder. "At ease, young man. With the rift portal closed, and the amount of patrolling done around the area, I doubt we''ll have any problems tonight. Take the rest of the evening off. I''m going to be spending most of tonight outside my cabin," he told the man. The guard gave another salute in reply before booking it as fast as possible to the canteen. He could only shake his head at the display. The man would undoubtedly spend the rest of the evening nursing a bottle close to his chest. With the guard taken care of, he looked around the rest of the campsite. Adventurers littered the area, using the temporary base at the rift to explore the Yidelwoods. A small smattering of town guards was seen patrolling the area, some standing silent vigil in their duties, others conversing with the adventurers. In truth, the guards were unneeded. With himself here and the presence of Theodore''s team, the only threat around here was eating your food too fast and choking. But, they were hired as a show of peace and cooperation with the guards. Even out here in a frontier town, politics and social games tainted the people of the land. Still, it cost nothing to have the guards here, so he wouldn''t complain. As he made his way through the camp, he received sloppy salutes or nods of acknowledgment. His aura was restrained, but he allowed it to leak out enough for others to notice him before he approached. The role of a guild master meant there was an expected level of respect required of the position. So, he allowed his aura to be commanding but not smothering across the camp. Somewhere near the canteen, a campfire was set. Five individuals and an enormous bear lounged around as a large pot of stew bubbled over the fire. They knew he was approaching, so it was no surprise when they all turned to face him when he got within hearing distance. Celenae waved him over and conjured a chair from her storage. "Uncle Brelten? If you''re here for some stew, it''ll be done in a dozen minutes or so," she offered with a smile on her face. Inwardly he couldn''t help but smile. Even if she was a grown woman and experienced adventurer, in his eyes, she was still the cute little elven girl that used to barge into his study demanding he grow pretty flowers. He sat down in the chair and relaxed. The crackling of the fire was almost drowned out by the loud snoring coming from the bear. "That''s fine, Celenae. I''m still worried about the team in the rift, so spending time with you guys would help alleviate my mind. And besides, I taught you how to cook that stew, so I know it''ll taste good." "You may have taught her how to cook it, but we improved the recipe! These emberboars have a nice spice to their meat. They make a perfect addition to the stew," Theodore added. The man in question had on a ridiculous-looking white hat that slumped to the side. Combined with the flower-embroidered apron, he made for an absurd sight with his large, six-foot-four frame. "I can''t wait to taste it then. If the rift takes long enough, I treat you to the version I made with some of the beasts around here. The silverfish native to these rivers make for an excellent source of protein. They taste even better if you char the outsides a little," Brelten replied. His words brought exciting looks to the faces of the people around him. Even Isaac, lurking in the background out of sight, was smiling at the thought of tasting Brelten''s cooking. To them, they couldn''t get more nostalgic than tasting a campfire dinner made by their uncle. The smiles disappeared when a thrum of energy rippled through the air. All eyes turned toward the origin of the pulse. "Was that the rift?" Celenae muttered. By now, everyone was on their feet and had their weapons drawn. Even Arturous was up and had his fur bristled. None of them were strangers to the energy signature of rifts, but something was off. Whatever that pulse of energy was, it was different from what they knew. "Somethings wrong. That felt volatile," Isaac said. "Everyone on your guard. Even if it turns out to be nothing, we''ll be prepared," Brelten commanded. No one questioned him, even if Theodore was the group''s leader. A lifetime spent training under the man sowed bone-deep reflexes into them. They long ago learned to trust and listen to whatever Brelten said. Before they could set off for the rift, another pulse spread out. This time the energy washed over them and clung tightly. It felt angry and destructive, a wash of pink that flashed scarlet. The energy pulsed in waves that attacked their skin like pins and needles, bringing a faint smell of blood into the air. None of them were damaged by the energy. It was more bark than bite in terms of actual danger. By the time the energy built up, the pulsing had stopped. Like a popped bubble, a final wash of energy flickered in and out of existence. The vacuum of silence left in the aftermath was broken by a body of some creature popping into existence next to the fire. Within less of a heartbeat, the night was lit up by mana and weapons pointed at the object. Only a loud groan of pain made Brelten examine the body harder. "Weapons down! That''s one of the adventurers!" he called out. They lowered the weapons but maintained them pointed in the person''s general direction. When he got closer, Theodore and Celenae stepped closer. Arturous'' fur started to glow until the area was bathed in golden light. The light helped expose just how damaged the person on the ground was. It was Dyllan, but his armour was gone, and his entire body was being barely held together. Massive holes were drilled into his chest, and large chunks of flesh were blackened and missing from his limbs. Blood continued to gush out at an alarming rate while he struggled to breathe. "Theodore! Help me! Isaac, Eodyne, you''re the fastest. Go scout the woods for others. Bring them here as quickly as possible. We don''t have time to waste if they are all like this," Brelten commanded. Theodore activated one of his skills, and his body was bathed in golden swirls that emitted a small calming effect. Dyllan immediately started relaxing as the pain disappeared. While Theodore knelt closer to Dyllan, Brelten began using his nature manipulation skill to create a table underneath the man. As he was raised in the air and off the ground, he summoned satchels of healing potions and medical supplies. With the extent of the man''s injuries, the best and only way to apply the potion was to pour it directly. Celenae didn''t need any prompting on his part as she started to help pack some of the holes in his chest with towels so the potion wouldn''t leak out. Igas had sprinted off to the rift site to check out the status of the portal. It took a few minutes of carefully applying high-level potions till Dyllan stabilized. "What do you think happened to him? I''ve never felt a rift do that before," Celenae asked. Brelten took a step back and scanned the woods. In the distance, Igas was seen commanding groups of people, sending them off to help somewhere in the camp. "I don''t know. A rift doesn''t send out people like this if they fail. This means they won somehow, but I''m not sure why he came out as if he spent time being chewed on by a monster. Maybe they won but had problems getting into the exit portal. I don''t know, and I won''t know until I can question one of them," he answered tiredly. "I can only hope that Isaac and Eodyne find the others." "That energy felt vile. It attacked us like a rabid animal. And that smell. There''s no mistaking that. That was blood. As far as I know, rift energy doesn''t usually smell like blood," Theodore added. Nobody had a reply to his comment. Arturous growled in concern at the somber mood and muzzled Theodore. He put a comforting hand on his snout while staring at Dyllan''s resting form. Brelten felt him before he saw him and turned his head to his right. Out of the shadow of a tree, Isaac stepped out. With a shake of his head, he frowned at the guild master. "We''ve found eight others so far. Four were injured and bleeding out as badly as this guy was. Eodyne and Igas are bringing them here as safely as they can," Isaac reported. "The other four?" Brelten asked. "Dead before we got to them. All but one were already corpses before they hit the ground. The other, an elf, died in my arms. Couldn''t even get a potion out in time." Gods damn it all. Book 2: Chapter 1 I woke up to a world of pain. My body felt like it had been dragged across burning sand for a few miles and then left to soak in a bath of salt and lemons. It hurt; by the gods, it hurt. The worst part was that it took me an agonizingly long time to muster enough coherent thought to channel my mana. Once I tapped into my mana pool, a brief surge of numbing cold liquid spread from the core of my chest. The feeling was like taking a breath of fresh air after nearly drowning. It felt amazing. Of course, that was when reality decided to give me the middle finger and a new wave of pain hit me from all sides. If before I was a broken and bleeding body in some sadistic acidic soup, then now I was all that in the same soup, but now it was boiling and had demonic jellyfish shocking me. The pain was intense, and it consumed my world. After some time, I finally acclimated to the pain. It didn''t lessen the torture I was experiencing, but I was able to think about things outside of the experience. Slowly but hesitantly, I tried to channel mana again. I was hit with the same spike of agony as last time, but I understood what was wrong. It wasn''t just my physical body on the outside that was hurt; spiritually, my mana channels were rough. Whatever happened to me while I was traveling through the void; it took its toll on my body. There was only one way I knew how to get the pain to stop, and I was afraid that if I didn''t hurry up, I might end up dead. So after gritting my teeth so hard I could vaguely hear them crack, I managed to channel enough mana to connect to my Verdant Healer skill and summoned ¨¢ine. She emerged in a flash of green light, and our mental connection hooked itself into my thoughts. I was bombarded by a barrage of emotions ranging from deep sorrow to extreme worry and, finally, a seething anger. In all my time, I don''t think I''ve ever felt ¨¢ine so angry or even expressed this level of emotions. It was touching and useful at the same time. The cascading emotions helped blanket the physical pain. The last thing I could think about was how cute the little fairy was when she slammed her tiny hands onto my chest. When I woke up for the third time, I was feeling remarkably better. I still felt like a chewed dog toy, but I was stable and no longer suffering from physical torture. There was a feeling of cold emptiness, but that was both familiar and welcomed. Looking inside myself, I could see my mana was at the threshold of reaching mana fatigue. ¨¢ine must have used as much mana as she could to stabilize me but not use so much that she afflicted me with another debuff of some kind. Speaking of the little fairy, I could feel her resting on my chest. Even if I couldn''t see her face clearly inside the darkened tunnel, the mental connection informed me she was unconscious. Content to let her rest, I lay there on the stone floor and watched my surroundings. Idly, I noticed that while the air was somewhat chilly, the floor itself was heated. Which honestly made the otherwise uncomfortable stone a relaxing place similar to an ondol. Once my mana recovered some, I summoned a pair of potions. I slowly downed the health and mana potions and relaxed on the floor as my body recovered. There was a large blinking notification in the corner of my vision, but I ignored it for now. I knew what it was, but I couldn''t bring myself to think about it for the moment. It brought back the reality of the situation I was in, or rather, the situation Sam was in. I didn''t know if she was dead or not, but I didn''t want to accept it. I would, if I had to, I wouldn''t shame Sam''s death by wallowing in sorrow, but that didn''t mean I would embrace the fact with welcoming arms. Besides, if I survived, that meant she could have too. She was hardier than me. With her hulk-like physique, there was no reason to think she would have a higher chance of dying. My brain pointed out that she didn''t have an amazing, cure-all healer fairy-like I did, a fact that I pointedly ignored. An hour and a half passed, and I finally decided that being alone with my thoughts was depressing. Channeling my mana, I summoned Zharia and Chomperz. I chuckled softly when a miniature missile made of flaming feathers smacked into my face. The moment she joined in on ¨¢ine and my mental connection, a flurry of chirps hit me both physically and mentally. Throughout the bombardment, I could make out a few coherent passages. Mostly it was her chirping out ''Master'' repeatedly, along with a couple of questions asking if I was hurt. When she hit the peak of asking if I was okay, a stream of mental curses blared out about Arz''odral. All the while, the little angry bird never got off my face, which meant her claws were making chicken tracks across my cheeks. I felt another weight land on the top of my head, causing me to tune Zharia out and look up. My eyes met two orbs of endless black only a couple of inches away. I didn''t have a mental connection to Chomperz as I did with my other familiars. He wasn''t technically a familiar, more like a sentient summon that I made. Or at least, that was how I understood how things worked between him and me. Frankly, I wasn''t even sure Chomperz had a gender, but he never corrected me when I called him a him. It was another thought to shelve in the back of my head on my list of things to figure out. Chomperz gave a weak chomp with his jaws, the sound echoing around the tunnel walls. After giving me a boop on the nose, similar to what ¨¢ine does, he disappeared back into my chest. By now, ¨¢ine was awake and sitting on her knees, watching Zharia slowly calm down. Scooping the fairy in my right hand, I cradled Zharia in my left, sat up, and laid my back against a wall. "Master?! Are you hurt again? ¨¢ine, heal him with your skill! I swear, I''ll burn that stupid demon-man. I''ll turn him into kindling!" Zharia chirped out furiously. ¨¢ine grabbed my thumb with her tiny hands and squeezed. "I''m sorry.... too much pain..." I bopped her lightly with my finger and shook my head. I made sure to look at both of them in the eyes. "No, I''m not hurt. Not anymore. Thank you, ¨¢ine, you saved me there. And thank you as well, Zharia. I would love nothing more than to see that demon-man turned to dust." "Are you sure, Master?! I''ll burn him to nothing, I swear it! And besides... we lost Sam...." The little bird shook her head, and a roiling ball of anger, sadness, and worry transmitted through the link. "We''ll get him someday, I know it. He hurt all of our friends, and that cannot go unpunished." ¨¢ine was nodding along as Zharia spoke. The amount of care both of them displayed tugged at my heartstrings. In response, I gently squeezed them closer to my chest, content to hug them gently for a time. Eventually, I had to pack away my emotions and deal with life. It was not lost on me that I was currently in an unknown place with unknown dangers that could easily sneak up on my unknowing arse. And despite what some story protagonists like to do, delaying obvious advantages that could save my life was akin to writing stupid in bold letters on my head. "Master?" Zharia chirped. I gave her a smile and sent her thoughts of everything being okay. "It''s time I stop ignoring the glaring blip across my vision. Even if the rift ended in a catastrophe, we technically completed it. Time to see if all the hype about rift rewards is worth it," I replied With a drawn-out sigh, I brushed away my emotions and temporarily locked them up. I stared at the glowing blip and willed it to show. Congratulations Ascendant For a feat worthy of a tale, you shall be rewarded. Your legend may be sparse, but it has grown through your mighty deeds. For the completion of the Tier One Rift: Bloody Assault, you shall be rewarded. You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. Reward upgraded due to the completion of a rift a full tier higher than your own. Rewarded enhanced for the completion of an extreme rift. I sucked in a breath as the words appeared across my eyes. The Grand Weave really had a thing for tales and stories. And the idea of having a legend like I was some fabled character of an epic made me laugh. I certainly didn''t feel very legendary. The rifts name was both fitting and too simplistic. The bloody assault made sense, but it did not describe the horror fest that was a room of mutilated corpses and sacrificed team leaders on a table. The rewards made me excited. Despite all that had happened and how potentially dire the situation I was now in could be, I was excited. I wanted, no, I needed something from all that. I went through a lot to get to the end of that rift, and I was not going to let Arz''odral mess that up for me. Besides, if it were good enough, it would help me survive whatever came next. You have been rewarded with the following: Legacy Bearer, The Grand Weave awaits your ascension. Weave a tale worthy of the gods and ascend beyond your mortal limits. The realms await the Lord who wears the Obsidian Crown. When my eyes reached the bottom of the text, a wave of energy pulsed in front of me. Instinctually, I shielded both of my familiars with my body, but there was no need. A portal made of endless colours faded into existence. To describe it as shimmering or iridescent would be a disservice to the display in front of me. If I were back in my old human body, it would not be physically possible to see what I was seeing. Humans from Earth didn''t have the ability to process such a broad spectrum of light. Seeing that there wasn''t any danger, Zharia popped her head out from beneath my arms and chirped in delight. "It''s so pretty," "Beautiful..." ¨¢ine added. With a final pulse of shimmering energy, the rift popped and out spilled two crystals. I figured it was over, but then the energy in the air rose in a spike of tangible static and drove right into my chest. The force was enough to drive me flush against the wall, earning a worrying cracking sound from the back of my head. My world was not on fire but instead filled with ice water, and electricity. The energy spread throughout my body from my sternum and engulfed my limbs until finally, it reached my brain and caused me to black out briefly. When I regained my senses, I tuned out the rapid-fire squawks from Zharia and inspected my body. When I looked inwardly, I gasped in shock. Where before, my mana was like a small pool. Now, it was as if a lake''s worth of water was dumped above it and drilled out an even deeper container for the liquid. To be fair, I wasn''t entirely sure how much of what I saw was my brain trying to conceptualize foreign concepts, but it was a marked improvement. I could only assume the blast of pain and energy was the new perk taking effect. It wasn''t hard to guess what Child of Mana meant. I stretched my back out and noticed my head wasn''t hurting. Looking down, I saw the tail end of ¨¢ine healing skill before the glow ended. "Thank you, ¨¢ine, that would have been a nasty headache." She nodded in response and then booped my nose. Before I could reach over and grab the two crystals on the ground, I felt a knocking sensation inside my chest. When I focused on it, I felt my mana channel itself, and Chomperz appeared in a hurry. Outside of the revelation that he could somehow knock on my soul like a door, I noticed the mana was faster than usual. The actual channeling of the skill was near instantaneous, and I could feel it flowing through my channels without resistance. Already, I was seeing benefits from the perk take effect. Chomperz''s appearance was unexpected, but when he opened his mouth and spat out my mask, I understood why. The mask had random sparks of the same rainbow energy as before zipping across its surface. After a dozen seconds, the sparks died down, and the energy was seemingly absorbed into the mask itself. Chomperz flew next to it and gave it a light kick with his stubby foot. I could tell he was annoyed at the object, and it made me want to chuckle, but I held it in. With his signature chomp, he waved again at the girls and flew back into my chest. I picked up the mask and tried to see what had changed. The mask felt smoother, like unseen blemishes were sanded down. And the ink splotch across the mask''s face had an oily sheen to it now. Without the guild enchanter to tell me the item''s details, I was left with figuring out the rest of the changes on my own. Not wanting to summon Chomperz again, I decided to put the mask on instead of storing it away. It didn''t feel any different on my face, but I noticed a few changes. The first thing to note was the tunnel was now clearer. Where there used to be certain shadowy areas in the tunnel, it was now revealed to me in full. It wasn''t like I was seeing the lichen-lit tunnel with night vision or something, but rather like I could see through the shadows better. Another thing to note was the lessening of smell. The tunnel didn''t smell foul, but it had a strong earthly aroma, and the air was stale. Now? I could still smell everything I could before I put on the mask, but only if I actively chose to focus on it. I willed the mask to make a series of emojis and stared at the girls. ¨¢ine laughed silently while Zharia tried pecking my face. When I tried brushing her aside, I felt my fingers sink through and touch my nose. After trying again in a few different ways, I came to the conclusion that the mask had selective permeability. Rejoice! I didn''t have to take it off to eat or drink something. After playing with my mask''s new features, I picked up the two skill stones and held them up to the light. Zharia helped by puffing out her feathers and making the golden flames coming off her body grow. One of them was a dark maroon with an inner core that gave off a dimmed crimson light. I assumed it was Thickened Blood, which meant the other had to be Lord''s Mantle. The Lord''s Mantle skill stone was crystal clear with prismatic specks trapped beneath the surface. The first skill stone had to be blood-aspected, and the second was some amalgamation of different types. I was weary of adding random skills to my body, but once again, I couldn''t afford to be picky. "Are we adding another familiar? As long as it''s not a bird. I''m the only phoenix you''ll need." Zharia chirped. "I don''t know, honestly. They don''t sound like something that would make a familiar. But I don''t know how my legacy will change them. Still, it should help make it better suited for me." I shrugged and held them in my hands. Closing my eyes, I channeled mana into the first stone and felt it dissolve between my fingers. I repeated the process for the other stone and waited till the skills settled in my soul. With a thought, I willed my status to appear. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn ( Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills: Passive Skills: Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood Child of Mana Spirit Mantle became Spirit Lord''s Invocation, which made my nerdy heart tingle. Sure, it made me feel edgier, and I was already on my way down into the depths of chunibyo, but it was a good feeling. Thickened Blood became Etherious Blood, and I wasn''t sure if that was an upgrade. Of course, the first thing I did was try to look inside myself. I didn''t find anything that I could see was different. On a whim, I held my thumb up to my mouth and punctured my skin with a shallow bite against my fangs. I let out an inner sigh when I saw that my blood had changed. It was semi-transparent and felt less thick. I shelved that detail in the back of my ask later box and moved on. I was about to pull up my status again to figure out what precisely the new perk and skills did when I heard a loud hiss come from one end of the tunnel. A head the size of my torso poked its way out from the corner and released an echoing Hsshssssss sound from its throat. I stood up and cracked my neck¡ªno time like the present to try out new skills. With a flex of mana, I activated Spirit Lord''s Invocation. At the peak of the skill''s mana activation, I felt a probing question halt the skill. It was an instinctual feeling rather than actual words, and I replied back with my choice. With a loud chirp, I saw Zharia''s body break apart into motes of golden light and settle over my body. The tunnel was bathed in a torrent of golden flames. Chapter 2: Flames vs Vines The fire lit the tunnel for only a half-dozen seconds, but it was enough to stop the giant serpent in its tracks. I had to admit, the feeling of power rushing out of my hands was exhilarating. While the serpent thrashed against the tunnel walls, I studied the damage I wrought. Its entire face was a blackened and charred mess. Having received the brunt of the damage, I wasn''t surprised that the creature was currently flopping like a fish out of water. The tunnel itself was surprisingly okay, with a few lines of black here and there, but it remained undamaged. Even the mushrooms and lichen lining the walls mainly seemed unharmed. In fact, they were glowing even brighter than before. A mental prod in my head startled me, but the source was easy to identify. Unlike before, where Zharia could telepathically converse with me, it felt like our connection was both muted and yet deeper simultaneously. I didn''t hear words or sentences, but her message''s overall feeling and intent were clearer. It honestly felt weird in this new form. It felt like she was both covering me from head to toe while also being a part of me. Whatever Spirit Lord''s Invocation was, it merged Zharia and me together into one being. With a mental nod of understanding, I made my way over to the snake as it tried to bite the air. Raising my clawed hands, I started channeling the new power again, and I saw the colourful feathers growing out of my wrists light up in golden flames. Flexing my hands, I felt a burning heat running through and across my body. Before the snake could bite my head off, I channeled the fire inside me and sent it out in a torrent of fire directly into its mouth. The rumbling hiss died in its throat as the flames torched the monster from the inside out. After making sure the snake was nothing more than charcoal, I turned and saw ¨¢ine hovering further back in the air. With a wave, the little fairy came over and stopped a foot away from my face. Holding my arms akimbo, I watched her turn her head and slowly float around me, inspecting my new transformation. She examined every aspect of the new skill and stayed silent until she was done. Not being able to hold my excitement, I finally asked her. "So...What do you think?" She paused but eventually answered back. "Pretty... New form is strong. Not all transformed." It took a second to parse her words, but I understood what she meant. Looking down at my arms, I saw that the skill had morphed some of my armour into the transformation. My hands still had my gloves on, but the leather was a darker crimson in colour with longer claws. The feathers around my wrist traveled up my forearms before stopping at the elbow. Looking closer, I saw that they grew out from beneath the now crimson vambraces. The same thing happened to my legs and feet, with the exception that my steel-toe boots now ended in metallic claws. Without a full-sized mirror, I summoned one of the clean cooking pots from my inventory and used its surface as a mirror. The most remarkable changes were around my upper torso and head area. My cloak was gone, which I had to assume somehow got destroyed in my journey in the void. Outside of a few holes in the leather of my armour, I didn''t notice any other damage. Moving on from that minor revelation, I angled the pot so it caught the light better and examined my head. The mask''s ink now had a touch of gold, giving off a barely perceptible glow. When I tried to remove the mask to see my face, I found that I wasn''t able to. Something about the skill made the mask a permanent feature, so I gave up and moved on to the last remarkable feature. On top of my head hovered a thin circlet made of golden fire. When I swished my hands through the flames, they glided through them without resistance. I didn''t feel any heat from the fire, but I couldn''t tell if that was because my form made me fire-resistant or if my skill was unable to damage me. While unexpected, it looked cool, so I let my inner edge shine and accepted the new feature. Deep inside, I was feeling rather badass about the flaming crown. I summoned Chomperz, who examined me for a hot minute before sucking up the pot and disappearing. With a sigh, I tensed momentarily and released the skill. It felt draining, and when the motes of light reformed into Zharia, I was struck with a sense of loss and incompleteness. The feeling vanished quickly, but it was strong enough to leave a lasting impression. When I looked at Zharia, I could practically see her buzzing midair. Thinking that she was damaged by the skill somehow, I leaned in closer to inspect if she was okay, only to nearly have my head blasted off by a flaming, feathery bullet. "That was so weird?! Like wow, I felt bigger, stronger, but also not me! I was you, but not! And I could feel it! Those flames were so huge! We burned that stupid snake into nothing! Mwahahahaha! Let''s do it again, Master!" Zharia chirped rapidly. I shook my head in response. At least I discovered whether my skill would hurt my familiars. As Zharia buzzed around in the air like a crazed hummingbird, I turned to ¨¢ine. My question needn''t be asked out loud and was met with an affirmative nod in reply. My curiosity peaked, and I began channeling my mana into the skill, only to be met with a new feeling. My mana built up as it connected to my skill in my soul, but I was rebuffed at the last second. Somehow, instinctively I understood that it meant my skill was on cooldown. It was the first time I met a skill with a cooldown. Without any other way to find out answers, I finally brought my status up to look at the description of my new talent and skills. Child of Mana: Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. Etherious Blood: Spirit Lord''s Invocation: First things first, the perk was amazing. As I progress through the tiers, mana would be the most critical thing to me. Any increase was welcomed, but a massive boost, the likes of which the perk gave me, was insane. I chuckled slightly, thinking about the amount of money I''ll have saved not needing to chug mana potions like they were beer. Etherious Blood was less impressive, but I could see how it would snowball down the line. I was curious as to why spiritual and mental damage were excluded. Combined with my resistance boost from being a Scion of Calstrax, I''ll hopefully be much harder to kill. The Spirit Lord''s Invocation was precisely what I thought it was. However, I didn''t feel much of a limiter on my mana pool. The boost from the Child of Mana perk helped offset the cost. Strangely enough, I didn''t see a cooldown or time limit on the skills description. None of my summon abilities had a cooldown, and not even Sam''s Tidal Fist had a limiter on how quickly she could dish out her attack. Still, I had to wait about an hour before I could use the skill again, even if the system didn''t mention it. "Sorry ¨¢ine, looks like we''re going to have to wait a bit before we can try using the skill on you," I apologized. "It''s fine... Safety first," she replied before booping me on the nose. Grabbing Zharia, I set her on my shoulder before reaching out to ¨¢ine and sat her on my other shoulder. Dusting myself off, I turned toward the direction of the snake''s body but stopped. The snake was gone; not even a pile of ash remained. The hairs on the back of my neck raised as I pulled out the dagger behind my back and backed away until I had my back to a wall. The girls already knew why I was on high alert and helped watch both ends of the tunnel. Ten minutes went by, and nothing happened. Looking back at where the snake used to be, I frowned. Either something took the body while I wasn''t looking, or it disappeared on its own. The former implied something had an insane ability to be stealthy since somehow whisking away a mini-bus-sized snake from beneath my nose was nothing short of impressive. With no other option other than waiting around to find out, I slowly made my way down the tunnel in the direction where the snake emerged. When we turned the tunnel bend, I was met with more tunnel. On and on, I walked with my familiars on my shoulders, gripping the dagger in my hand, ready for anything to try and ambush us. Half an hour later, I finally found another sign of life other than vegetation. It was a singular giant spider sitting motionless in a web of thorns. Rather than white sticky webbing, it looked like it was made of a dark green vine with finger-sized thorns adorning its length. I backed up slowly till I was far enough away that I felt comfortable it couldn''t hear us. "Alright, girls, it''s showtime. I have no idea why that thing is sitting on a web of vines instead of actual webbing, but hey, that means it''ll be easier to burn," I said. "I''ll turn that stupid bug to ash! Dumb bug should learn not to be so big," Zharia chirped, her feathers ruffled up and blazing. I had forgotten about her dislike of giant insects. ¨¢ine didn''t say anything, so I took her silence as her being ready. I stalked closer to the spider and examined the surroundings. But, I wasn''t able to see beyond the mass of vines. There was no way of knowing if there were more spiders behind this one, so I was taking a risk. The sense of danger didn''t stop my blood from riling up and the adrenaline to start coursing through my veins. I did feel almost naked without my spear, but like my cloak, it was lost to the void. And to be fair, approaching a giant spider with nothing but a knife was daunting. As I got close enough to throw the knife, ¨¢ine took off from my shoulder and hung back while Zharia flew in front of me, ready to set the creature ablaze. On the count of three, the tunnel was lit by a golden cone of fire aimed directly at the monster. It happened within a blink of an eye, but I saw the vines around the spider detach from the walls and shoot out toward the flames before they could hit. The vines that intercepted the fire dropped to the ground limply. I heard a snipping sound and saw the spider had cut the vines before the flames could spread. "Zharia, don''t hold back!!" Zharia became a living flamethrower as golden fire kept sputtering out. Each time the flames neared, the vines would play defense and block the attack. On the fourth try, a ball of vines shot out and blocked again, only for another ball to shoot underneath it, using the first ball as bait. I tried to roll to my right, but the ball hit the wall near me, and a strand of vines blasted out and wrapped around my ankle. As I was in mid-motion of a roll, the strand was pulled taunt, and the thorns pressed into my skin. ¨¢ine was there in an instant and started healing the injury as I cut myself free with a few chops of the dagger. I grabbed the vines around my ankle and tore it out in one swift motion. Not wanting to risk being caught again, I jumped away from the wall and moved closer to Zharia. By now, I could feel the drain on my mana, Zharia having already used up hers in an attempt to breach the spider''s defense. The battle continued, and it became a war of attrition. The spider''s vines were lessening with each sputtering of flames. The increase in my mana pool played a major part as Zharia siphoned it off. When the spider''s vines became little more than a few strands, the web detached completely and wound around the spider''s body. The grey-green spider snapped its mandibles in a threatening hiss and skittered up the tunnel walls. I instructed Zharia to hold and fire only when it got so close it couldn''t dodge. We stood our ground as the monster charged at us. "NOW!" The monster pushed itself off the roof and threw itself at Zharia with the vines lashing wildly in the air. The flames shot out, and the vines on the spider''s body blasted out to create a wall that tanked the hit. Using the creature''s tactics against it, another ball of fire was launched that landed on the thing''s face. As the monster went down in a smoking mess, the limbs sliced wildly in the air. Really regretting not buying backup spears, I stepped in carefully and plunged my dagger into its brain. Two of the eight limbs sliced into my arms, but I ignored the damage and twisted the blade deeper. I pulled my blade out with a wet plop and stepped back from the corpse. On the creature''s death, all the vines around the tunnel drooped and visibly withered into dust. Zharia celebrated her victory by hopping up and down the spider''s body. As ¨¢ine healed me, I noticed the slashes were not as deep as I expected and silently thanked my new passive. We waited on high alert with our eyes unblinking at the corpse. Soon enough, the mystery of the disappearing snake was answered. It wasn''t some sneaky creature dragging the body away, nor was it some form of magical teleportation. No, instead, the body was eaten. The spider turned into a rainbowy goop and melted into the floor. "Master? Does this mean what I think?" Zharia asked. "Yes, it does, Zharia. We''re in a damn dungeon." Chapter 3: Charred Snake The shock of finding myself in a dungeon stung a lot less after having survived the rift. I doubted my experiences with the world of Inoria so far were considered normal. Still, it helped kill the fear I should have felt in finding myself stuck in an unknown dungeon without even being a tier one. It was almost relaxing to think that I was in a normal place filled with magical monsters, the kind of monsters that didn''t magically appear because of some crazy story-driven scenario. With the girls on my shoulders again, we proceeded down the maze of tunnels. Outside of the one encounter with the spider, it was a peaceful walk. It was such an uneventful time that I would have preferred a tunnel filled with monsters instead. That was until I''d look at the single dagger in my hand and decided I was better off not having giant monsters attack me at every turn. Eventually, the walk ended when the tunnel turned into something new. Instead of branching options of going left or right, the new options were going up and down. Somehow, I ended up finding the dungeon''s stairs. From the primer that Brelten gave me, dungeons with multiple floors always contained a safe zone. The safe zone was usually a small expanse or area between floors. Nobody was sure why dungeons had this feature, but they did. My only problem now was that I didn''t know if the correct option was to go up or down. I had no clue what dungeon I was in, not that I even knew any dungeons outside of the one near Edolus. Zharia and ¨¢ine gave no opinions and left it up to me. Usually, if this were a story or a videogame, there''d be some mysterious clue or gut feeling telling me which direction to go. Sadly, that wasn''t something I could rely on. So, in the end, I chose the tried and true method of letting fate decide. Pulling a silver coin out of my pocket, I flipped it as high as the ceiling allowed and caught it in my other hand. Zharia turned her head in a charming motion that made me chuckle. "Master? What are you doing?" Zharia asked. "Leaving our lives up to the nebulous concept of chance and luck. Pick a side, heads, or tails. Whatever you pick will be up, and the opposite will be down," I replied. "Tails" I dramatically smacked the coin down on the top of my other hand and revealed our fate. It was tails. "Looks like we''re going upwards, girls. Let''s hope this doesn''t bite us in the arse later." It didn''t take long to find the safe area. It was no bigger than a small room. There was enough space to make a fire and still have room for sleeping bags. I read that not all safe spaces were this small or even this big. It varied on the dungeon. We were even lucky to find a dungeon stairway that went both directions. Usually, a dungeon would put the stairways on the opposite ends of each floor. It gave me hope that we could exit the dungeon faster. I only rested briefly in the safe area due to not being that tired. I did wait long enough for the cooldown on Spirit Lord''s Invocation to reset. Thankfully, ¨¢ine understood why I didn''t want to risk using the skill again in case I needed it for a fight. I was curious as to how the skill would augment ¨¢ine''s healing touch. When I reached the end of the staircase, I cursed softly. The dungeon wasn''t so nice as to connect the stairwells throughout every floor. Reaching the last step, I was greeted with a completely different sight than the expected tunnels. Before my eyes stretching out into a massive cavern, was an underground lake. The water was aglow with what, at first, I thought was lava, but upon closer inspection, was glowing crystals. The dark walls with the glowing crystals bathed everything in a pretty orange colour. Thanks to my perks, I couldn''t feel the heat so much, but when I dipped my hand in the water, it was very warm. If I didn''t know monsters were probably lurking deep in the lake, I would have wanted to take a swim and take in the sight. I couldn''t see the next stairwell, but I assumed it was on the other side of the lake. Since I didn''t want to risk going into the water, I stuck to the edge and walked. At times, when the water extended over the path, I was forced to play hopscotch and leapfrog rock to rock. Slowly but surely, I made my way deeper into the cavern. Near the middle, I reached one of the giant glowing crystals and approached carefully. The crystal was warmer than the lake and seemed to generate its own heat. Now that I was closer, I could see bundles of orange-red energy inside the crystal spread out like neurons. The thing reminded me of one of those Himalayan salt lamps you could buy at the store. When I tried to scratch the crystal with my claws, I was unable to damage it. Zharia, who was waiting for me to confirm if the thing was safe, jumped off my shoulder and landed on my hand. She took a few inquisitive pecks and then rubbed her head against the crystal. Surprised at the behavior, I watched her for a dozen seconds before lightly bopping her on the head. "Enjoying yourself there?"I asked. "Mmmmmm, yes, I am. These are filled with fire mana. They don''t generate flames, but the energy feels good. Can we take this, Master?" she replied in a dreamy voice. I bopped her on the head again and shook my head. "There''s no way I can mine out this giant crystal. I understand Chomperz has a huge stomach, but this is too big for even him," I replied. After looking around, I spotted smaller growths of crystals. With a few aimed stomps, I was able to break them free. "Here you go. I''ll grab a few more of these. Maybe we can sell them later if they''re valuable." I chuckled at the flood of refusal and betrayal sent through our connection. I was okay with putting aside monetary gain if she really wanted the crystals. I managed to break off two more hand-sized crystals and another one about the length of my forearm. After Chomperz swallowed them all, I continued my journey across the cavern. As I made it past a small bridge of patchy stone, I nearly slipped when the whole cavern shook. I managed to stop myself from falling into the lake when a wave of water smashed into my back and threw me forward. Before I could land in the water, I threw my familiars into the air and trusted their ability to fly. Zharia''s squawks rang in my ears before I plunged into the lake. Like the outside, I could not see past my hand, and another quake worsened the turbulent waters. I flailed frantically as I tried to keep my head pointed to the surface but failed when a large piece of stone smashed into my shoulder. The hit caused me to gasp in shock, and I involuntarily sucked into a mouthful of water. Vaguely I could see blood starting to dye the water around me red. This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. After sputtering out as much water as possible, I looked to where the light was coming from and orientated myself in that direction. When my head broke the surface, I saw that I had appeared several meters away from where I had fallen. ¨¢ine was the first to see me, and I watched her use her glowing hands to signal Zharia''s attention. While they flew over to me, I swam to the nearest dry ground and pulled myself up and out of the water. After dragging myself further ashore, I coughed up as much water as possible. ¨¢ine landed beside my arm and started to heal me. I felt the gash on my shoulder heal up. "Thank you, ¨¢ine," She gave me a gentle boop on the nose before flying back into the air to where Zharia was hovering. "Master?! Are you okay? I wanted to save you, but I can''t enter the water," Zharia chirped sadly. Brushing myself off, I stood up and tried to wring out my clothes, but my armour was in the way, and I didn''t want to risk taking it off. "I''m fine now, Zharia. Did you guys see what happened?" I asked as I looked around the cavern. "Not really, Master. But! I did see a bright flash of light coming from over there," she replied while motioning with her head. Where she motioned was to the west of where I was standing. The pathway led to a mound of stone with several long stalactites blocking vision beyond it. I wasn''t sure how I missed the flash of light she saw, but the large obstacles in the way seemed the most likely suspect. I decided to have the two scout ahead for me and see if they could spot what caused the cavern to shake. As I dumped out the water stuck in my boots, my familiars came back in a rush and landed on my shoulders. "What did you find?" "Fire..." "Big, nasty, snake people! And four humans! One was on fire!" Along with their words were a rush of thoughts and vague descriptions of what they saw. From the information I received, things were not looking good for the group of adventurers. I shoved my boots back on and took off. When we reached the top of the hill, I was able to see what the girls saw. In a semicircle around the humans were six monsters that looked like nagas. They had the upper body of a human, and below the waist, where you would expect legs, was the long tail of a serpent. Crimson-coloured scales adorned their body converging heavily on their arms and face. Two had what looked like tridents made from crystals and stone, while the other four had basic-looking spears made of the same material. With the raging flames in the background, the monsters made for an imposing sight. The four humans were not looking too good themselves. I quickly spotted the one that Zharia said was on fire. The fire had been put out, but more than half of the woman''s face was charred and bleeding. You could still see smoke rising off her body as she lay against the wall with a staff braced in her arms. The other three stood over her with their weapons out, huddled together as they stared at the surrounding monsters. "What are we going to do, Master?" Zharia chirped. I could pull out a dozen excuses as to why helping them would be beneficial in some way, yet I wouldn''t. There was no point to it. Besides, Sam would have called me all kinds of names if she saw me hesitate. And thinking of Sam brought back thoughts I did not want in my head at the moment. They were, however, a good source of fuel for a simmering rage to build up inside me. And with that rage came an increasing desire to burn something to ash. "¨¢ine, Do me a favour and fly up high above the group. If something happens to me, be prepared to dive in and heal. I''d love for you to rush over to the burned one, but we don''t know how they''ll react to you." I spoke quickly. ¨¢ine gave me a nod in confirmation, and then I turned to Zharia. "I''m going to use the skill again. Are you ready?" Her feathers puffed up, and a wave of excitement and anticipation was sent through the connection. And underneath all that was a simple desire. It was a desire to make things burn. I made sure to lower myself behind the hill so the skill''s activation wouldn''t give me away before I attacked. Zharia dissolved into motes of golden light and settled over my skin. I tried to will the flames so that they didn''t shoot up into the air, but I wasn''t able to completely smother the pillar of fire that erupted from my body. After the transformation settled, I felt a bubbling energy roil through me in waves. It made me even more excited to begin. Despite my body singing for battle, I tamped it down and planned my entrance. With the inability to fly or walk on water, I could only do one thing. I silently lowered myself from the hill and began sprinting as quietly as possible. With the amount of noise produced by the crackling fire and the plethora of angry hissing from the dungeon monsters, I hoped my approach would go unnoticed. I made it about halfway to my desired distance to start roasting them, but one of the spear-wielding nagas turned toward me and saw me coming. When it began loudly hissing and drew the attention of the others, I ditched all restraint and ran full tilt. The closest naga reared up its body, raising its already tall figure to tower over me with the spear poised to impale me to the ground. Before it could strike, I held out both of my hands and channeled as much mana as possible into a cone of fire. The golden flames shot out with a roar and engulfed the monster. I didn''t spare the time to watch it flail about like an enraged wrecking ball. The sudden appearance of the gold fire caused the other three spear-wielders to spread out. I channeled more mana and blasted out fire from each hand, creating a one hundred and eighty-degrees blast zone. The flames mixed with the fire that was already there and caused them to grow until they were over six feet tall. I couldn''t help but grin with the adrenaline running through me. It felt good to unleash burning mayhem. I was forced to choke back on my excitement when one of the nagas coiled itself like a spring and shot at me like a bullet. Hastily raising my left arm to block the spear aiming for my heart, I felt the crystal spear tip slice through my vambraces like butter. The blade managed to cut a burning line up to my elbow. In response, I shot a ball of fire at the monster. It tried to dodge out of the way, but it was only partially successful. The golden flames engulfed the lower half of its body, causing it to falter mid-slither and crash into the ground. With two down, I was faced with the last two spearmen. The two trident wielders were stuck facing the adventurers, having used my battle as a distraction. I could feel Zharia''s thoughts when I saw the two monsters surrounding me on both sides. Wary of their ability to launch themselves at me faster than I could physically react, I backed up until my back hit one of the cavern walls. I had a wall of fire to my right, and I could vaguely feel the empowered flames burning next to me. When the monsters kept approaching, I started channeling my mana. I let it build until the feathers on my body started lighting up the way Zharia does when she''s excited. The coil of flames spiraled around my arms and reached my chest. The two nagas coiled themselves, and before they could launch at me, I unleashed a torrent of fire. The rush of flames blasted out, and I saw the monsters'' eyes widen as the wave of death approached. I fully expected the two monsters to become charred corpses in the next few seconds, but the tallest of the bunch held out its spear. Around the monster''s neck was a necklace made of crystals and colorful stones. I had a bad feeling when I watched the crystals glow brightly before the wave of fire hit. I felt a weird resistance and then a tugging sensation as I watched my flames start to curve out of my control. The fire made a vortex in front of the naga wearing the necklace and began to disappear. After seeing the fire act weirdly, I tried to cut off my channeling but found myself unable to. The tugging sensation increased, and the drain on my mana started to become uncomfortable. Seconds passed, and the drain increased. By the tenth second, a large chunk of my mana pool had been drained. By now, the vortex of golden fire between me and the monsters had started to spread. When my mana pool decreased by over half, the connection suddenly cut off, and I felt my body give out on the spot. As I hit the ground, I heard the tinkling sound of shattered glass. Alarm bells were going off in my head, but the sudden spike of mana loss made my head swim. When I looked up, I saw the vortex pulse once before rushing into a singular point before the monster''s neck. The orb exploded with an ear-shattering roar and set the world on fire. B2: CH 3: Andrew POV He removed his axe from the dead skrell with a wet squelch. A carefully practiced flick and all the dark green blood clinging to the weapon was flung off. With a sigh, he looped the weapon back in his belt and examined his party. Outside of a couple of scratches and a disturbing amount of blood on Ruina''s face, his friends were relatively unharmed. Ruina caught his staring and gave an insane-looking smile. "What''s the problem, Andrew? Is there something on my face?" she asked, her voice filled with false innocence. Letting out a deep sigh, he ignored her and walked up to Aaron. The man in question was already busy using his skill on one of the monster''s corpses. Not wanting to distract him while he channeled his skill, he waited until Aaron visibly relaxed to speak. "So, do you think it has anything worthwhile to harvest?" he asked gruffly. Oro came over and prodded the body with his staff, earning a scowl from Aaron. "I''m still not sold on your new skill. Besides, I doubt there is much to gain from some cave goblin. You going to collect the ears or something?" His voice was filled with enough disapproval that Andrew could already hear the argument coming. Not wanting to spend more time on the same familiar argument, he smacked Oro on the head before he could say anything else. "Enough of that. You''ve voiced your opinion, and it''s been heard. What Aaron fills in his skill slot is his choice. And besides, it''s a well-sought-after skill. You know that Braves who have it are always wanted," he said, his tone sharp. "But that''s the point! He''s supposed to be an adventurer, not some glorified mule! He is so much better off choo-" Oro began but was interrupted by another heavy smack. "I said enough! Now, Aaron, anything worth taking?" Aaron glared at Oro long enough that he was afraid he needed to ask again, but thankfully, the man''s shoulders dropped, and he turned to look at him. "Despite what Oro said, they are not actually goblins. And even if they were, collecting their ears would get us executed by the gods," Aaron explained while giving another glare in Oro''s direction. Oro simply shrugged his shoulders and motioned for him to continue speaking. "They''re lesser fiends more related to imps. Just waaaay less intelligent. And they have small venom sacks behind their claws. Alchemists have use for them since they''re suitable for producing a paralytic poison or anti-paralysis potions." As Aaron spoke, Andrew watched him slowly cut away the claws of the skrell and pack them in a tightly sealed jar. With the harvest of the creature out of the way, Aaron went over to repeat the process on the one he killed with his axe. There was no point wasting his mana on Ruina''s monster, seeing as how she made the poor thing explode from the inside out. Looking at his teammate use his skill, he couldn''t help but think how short-sighted Oro was. Even if some adventurers tended to think less of braves, no one could deny that an extraction skill could make or break adventuring teams. Only fools like Oro, who valued power over everything else, failed to see their stupidity. It wasn''t like they were destined to become an immortal legend. None of them had enough slots to make it past tier two. Sure, they could reach the peak of tier two and consider themselves more powerful than most, but they would never achieve true ascendence. One only needed to look at the guild master to understand the divide between a true ascendant and somebody like them. Andrew tore himself away from his thoughts when he saw Aaron put away his harvesting tools. "All done?" "Yes. We can move on now." Taking the lead, he led the party down the tunnel, making sure to keep alert for the sounds of monsters. If they managed to keep a steady pace of encounters by the time they reached the stairwell, Ruina should have enough energy to finally tier up.
"That was disappointing. Fours hours of walking and we only killed thirteen monsters. I''ll never tier up at this rate." Oro complained. Andrew pinched the bridge of his nose. That was only one of many similar complaints given throughout the entire dungeon dive. Not for the first time was he seriously considering taking Aaron and finding a new team. "Oh, come on, Oro, I only need a little more, and I can finally reach tier one! We should be able to find something on the way back," Ruina said with excitement. Oro''s face scrunched up in annoyance, but he quickly wiped it away and smiled at his sister. "While I''m happy for you, this was still a boring dive. Aren''t dungeons supposed to be teeming with monsters? We''re at a frontier village! This is pathetic. Is this all the dungeon can throw at us?" Aaron mumbled something under his breath, but Oro still heard him. With a sneer, he walked up and poked him in the shoulder. "What was that? Got something to say about me?" When Aaron didn''t reply, he poked him again. "Come on, Aaron. Don''t start telling me you''re going to start being as cowardly as a mule as well." Andrew wanted to step in and stop the argument before it began, but it was too late. The throbbing vein on Aaron''s neck was enough of a giveaway, let alone how red his face was becoming. He could only hope it didn''t turn into something physical. If they had to waste one of the only health potions they had on something so stupid, he was sure this would be their last run together. "I said you''re a fucking deaf idiot! I don''t know what powdered-gold ass you crawled out of, but by the gods, you''re insufferable! We are here in a mid-tier-one dungeon, and you couldn''t even bother to pay attention to what was explained before we entered. If you could stop for even a moment to think about anything other than your inflated ego, then you''d realize why there is such a low amount of dungeon monsters. Sadly, I''m dead certain that something as simple as that is too big of a task for you!" Aaron shouted. His fists were clenched hard enough to hear them creak in the stunned silence of the others. It wasn''t surprising to Andrew. Aaron may have been an extremely patient and tolerant person, but even he had a limit. When people like him exploded, it only made the action all the more shocking. Oro stared at him fish-faced with his jaw dropped but soon clenched it in anger. Looking around, he saw Andrew''s silent grimace and turned toward his sister. When she sheepishly shrugged, he started shaking in a seething fury. Like a whip, he snapped back to Aaron, still scowling at him and gritting his teeth. "Then why don''t you explain it to me again? Since you are determined to make yourself useful. You''re already acting as our mule might as well go all the way," he said in a slow and mocking voice. Aaron was already well past the level of dealing with Oro''s bullshit. That final remark was enough to finally cross the line. Within a blink, he threw a right hook into Oro''s cheek. The punch was loud enough to echo across the tunnel walls. Oro was knocked to the ground with a bleeding cut across his cheek. Before Aaron could kick at the man, Andrew finally stepped in and held him back. He braced his arms underneath Aaron''s shoulders and forced him to back away. On Oro''s part, Ruina stood over him and prevented him from getting up and retaliating. Even if she loved her brother, they couldn''t afford to have the two fight it out, especially if they started using their skills. "For your information, asshole! There are fewer monsters around because it''s the second to last day of the month. If we don''t get out of here before Felnarua rises, we might as well paint the words fresh meat on our heads! Even you should be able to figure out what that means," Aaron spat out. "Hey now, stop it. Aaron, you''ve made your point. Let''s drop this already. We need to start moving before it''s too late," Ruina commented. "But that bastard hit me!" Oro screamed. The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. "ENOUGH! What''s done is done. Pack in the dragonshit, and let''s go!" Andrew commanded. He let go of Aaron after ensuring he wouldn''t rush over and attack Oro. Aaron gave him a wince but didn''t apologize for his actions. He couldn''t blame the man for what he did, but this night was not going to end well. Ruina helped her brother off the ground but yelled in shock when he pushed her away and ran to the stairwell. "Oro?! What are you doing?!" Ruina called out. Oro reached the first step downwards and stopped. With eyes filled with rage, he looked at the rest of his team. "You are all cowards! Watch me. I''m going to tier up by tomorrow! If the first level doesn''t provide me with what I need, then I''ll find it in the next. And I won''t even be slowed down by your stupid harvesting skill." Before any of them could say anything, he raced down the stairs, rushing deeper into the dungeon. Andrew cursed when he saw Ruina chase after him a moment later. He turned his attention to Aaron and tried to formulate the question carefully. Aaron saw what he was going to ask and held up a hand, and stopped him. "Don''t waste your breath. Even if I would love to beat the idiot to a pulp, I won''t abandon him. And Ruina doesn''t deserve to die because her brother has a death wish. I don''t hate her, after all," he explained calmly. Andrew let out a relieved smile and patted him on the shoulder. Together, they set off after the two siblings. Hopefully, they could stop the fool before something happened. There was a reason people stayed on either the first or third floor. The second floor of the Emberlake dungeon was home to the nagas. While the dungeon was mostly tier one, the second level had the chance to spawn tier two monsters. The most dangerous ones being the witches or matriarchs. If they were unlucky enough to encounter one of them, then they might actually have to give up on Oro. Ruina wouldn''t willingly abandon her brother, so he might have to knock her out if it came to it. She might hate him for life, but better alive than dead. They rushed past the safe area and kept charging down the stairs until they reached the second-floor entrance. It was the first time they saw the floor, and they couldn''t help but admire it. That wonderment lasted until they saw Ruina tugging on her brother''s shirt. The two were ankle-deep in the dark water next to a large outcropping of glowing crystal. They could hear the two clear enough over the bubbling water when they rushed over. "Stop being a stubborn idiot already," Ruina exclaimed exasperatedly. "No! How could you stand there and say nothing after he attacked me? Who''s side are you on?!" Oro shouted. "I''m not on either side. While I don''t have the same issues with Aaron''s new skill as you do, it doesn''t mean I don''t know why you''re acting like this. You were in the wrong for calling him that. Even if you''re having trouble getting over your mommy issues, it doesn''t give you the right to verbally abuse our teammate." "Take it back! How dare you bring that up!" "Oh, by the gods, shut up! If you want to get yourself killed, then go ahead. Maybe a good thrashing will finally knock some sense into your thick skull." The scene would have been nearly comical if it wasn''t for the fact they were putting everyone in grave danger. The second floor wasn¡¯t a tunnel system like the other two. Here, there was enough space to be swarmed by monsters. As much as Andrew agreed with Ruina, he had a job to do. In the next team, he would definitely not put up with the leadership role again. It was a thankless job. When he stepped closer, he saw Ruina suddenly yank hard enough to toss her brother behind her. Sensing something was wrong, he turned to where she was looking and paled. Out of the dark waters, with their body lit up by the glowing orange crystal, was the tall, scaled skin of a naga. Where Oro had been was a crystal-tipped trident positioned precisely where the man''s head had been. The naga gave off a sinister hiss before rearing back and trying to thrust the trident at Ruina. The monster never got a chance to attack properly because a thrumming wave of energy stopped it. Andrew felt the ground and air vibrate, knowing it was too late to position himself in front of his teammate. She must have reacted to the attack by activating her Sonic Vibration skill. The attack stunned the giant naga in its tracks, but Ruina didn''t move. He knew if she channeled as much mana as possible, she could supercharge her skill, but it would require her to stand still to focus. The worst part was nobody would be able to approach her unless they wanted to be hit by the skill. The area of effect attack did not discriminate its targets. "Ruina!" Oro screamed in alarm. Noticing him and Aaron, his eyes widened. "Please help her!" Ignoring his pleading, his eyes scoured the water. If they were lucky, then Ruina could dispatch the enemy, and they could run. Even if the monster was technically a tier higher than her, with the amount of mana she was putting out, it would not survive much longer. The biggest issue was that she would be out of commission by the end of it. They couldn''t afford mana potions and didn''t bring any with them on the dive. Something that he was currently regretting to the extreme. "Damnit, Andrew, look!" Aaron shouted. Aaron pointed at the water behind the naga. Straining his eyes, he saw two more sets of hands rise out of the murky depths and reveal two nagas with similar tridents. They were soon caught in the same stunning effect as the first naga, Ruina''s skill damaging them from the inside out. Oro finally got up and picked up his staff. With an unintelligible shout of expletives, he sent out thin blades of concentrated wind at the two monsters. The attack cut lines into the monster''s arms and stomach, but it looked like the damage was minor at best. Oro screamed when he realized why. "I can''t do anything with her skill active! Andrew, what do we do?!" He wanted to yell out that there was nothing they could do, but his words died in his throat when he heard a loud cracking sound. Next to Ruina, the giant pillar of glowing crystal sported a massive crack down its middle. The damage spread in a spiderweb pattern, and the entire crystal was soon covered in broken lines. The first naga closest to Ruina had its head explode in a rain of gore while the other two started bleeding from their ears and eyes. When the first monster''s body dropped lifelessly into the water, Ruina''s skill stopped, and she swayed on her feet. Oro went to rush over and catch her, but the crystal exploded, and a wave of fire blasted forth. The monsters were tossed back into the lake while Ruina was sent flying past Aaron and smacked into the cavern wall. Not wasting any more time, they all ran to her. Without being prompted, Aaron unslung his pack and dug into it, eventually pulling out a health potion a second later. Oro was already patting out the fire on his sister''s body and was forced to use his skill to slice off her hair that was still on fire. She looked like someone had melted the front side of her body, and he couldn''t help but grimace. Carefully moving Oro out of the way, he poured the potion directly onto her wounds. When the liquid hit her body, it instantly created a sizzling noise as pungent steam rose off her body. As badly as he wanted to smash Oro''s face in, he held his tongue as he saw the anguish and fear in his eyes. A tap on his shoulder brought his attention away from the two as he turned to see what Aaron wanted. He frowned when he shook his head and pointed his chin back to the lake. What he saw was far worse than before. Around the shoreline were random batches of flames burning wildly and out of control. But that hellish landscape wasn''t what Aaron pointed at. It was the massive group of nagas rising out of the water and slithering to shore that brought fear to his eyes. Standing up with his weapon drawn and standing shoulder to shoulder with Aaron, he watched the naga surround them, cornering them to the wall with no escape. The nagas pointed their weapons at them while hissing loudly. They were obviously communicating, but he couldn''t tell what they were saying. "I''m going to haunt the little shit if he somehow survives this! Hell, I''ll pray to whatever dark god there is if they allow me to vengefully curse the idiot," Aaron seethed. "Count me in," Andrew replied. The tense standoff lasted long enough to make the two nearly piss their pants. Oro was all but useless as he weakly stood over his sister''s body. Just as he thought the monsters were done waiting for their meal, he saw some of the nagas turn their heads. Running at the group of monsters was what looked like another monster. The only reason he thought otherwise was the humanoid had on what looked like proper leather armour. Suddenly, a cone of golden fire engulfed the naga, who turned to defend against the attacker. He could only stare in awe as the monster became more burned than Ruina was and watched it flail around. His jaw dropped lower when more of the fire blasted forth, and the masked figure took on three of the monsters himself. Not letting the opportunity go to waste, he swung his axe at the nearest monster. The naga managed to use its weapon to prevent the metal from chopping into its neck. With a grunt, he ran mana through his channels and activated his Rising Strength skill. Immediately, the skill''s effect started empowering his muscles. The naga was forced backward as his swings grew heavier and heavier. He had no attention to spare for his other teammates, but he briefly saw Aaron stabbing his naga in the side with his sword. The naga tried retaliating with its trident, but Andrew prevented it from attacking by throwing in the liberal use of his Meteor Strike skill. Thanks to his Rising Strength skill combined with his Meteor Strike, the growing weight severely damaged the weapon''s material. On the fifth block, the naga''s trident broke in two. He channeled the last of his mana into a Reckless Charge and smashed into the tall monster. When he went to chop his weapon down on the monster''s head, a pulse of energy staggered him. Snapping his head in the direction of the pulse, he saw the feather-covered man on the ground and an orb of golden flames hovering in front of the largest monster''s neck. His eyes briefly flickered to the broken remains of what looked like a necklace on the ground next to it. His eyes widened when he realized what the necklace was. He couldn''t even let out a scream before the orb exploded, and a wave of flames four times the size of the one from the crystal blasted forth. The fire scorched his throat dry, and he could feel his eyes boiling beneath his eyelids. Aaron had the right idea. He was going to haunt Oro for the next hundred years! Chapter 4: Playing Medic My head felt like an angry elephant tap-danced on it. The next to hit me was how raw and strained my mana channels felt. Whatever the item the naga used to drain my mana, it was not gentle. When more of my senses started returning, I finally managed to peel open my eyes and look around. Where the battlefield was a warm background of flames, it now looked like I had been transported to hell. Nobody was left standing, and the few moving bodies I saw were two nagas the furthest away from the blast. And even those two weren''t long for the world, considering they rapidly became smoking corpses in front of me. I noticed outside of some surface burns and a loss of feeling in my right arm, I was relatively alright. That didn''t erase away how pissed off I was. Out of all the things the monsters could do, I was not expecting almost dying to some random enchanted trinket. As I stood up, I heard a wet cough followed by muffled moaning from my left. Despite the person looking like a piece of barbeque, he was at the least easily distinguished from the monster corpses. I struggled to stand up but eventually managed it with a groan. Using my connection, I tried to feel for where ¨¢ine was and felt her somewhere up and behind me. When I looked in the direction of where I sensed her, I didn''t see the tiny fairy. It was only when a flash of green light revealed a small alcove hidden behind stalactites that I saw her. One of her wings was lightly charred, but she waved at me happily. "Are you okay, ¨¢ine?" I sent over. "Yes. Wave hit. Burned wing," she sent back. A bundle of annoyance and pain came through our connection, and I could feel she was angrier than she was hurt. She glided down in an awkward fall into my arms, and I felt her start healing me. In the back of my head, Zharia was huffing in a tirade at the nagas. I waited a dozen seconds for ¨¢ine to work her magic until I made my way over to the groaning body from earlier. ¨¢ine''s mana was already missing by a decent amount. However amazing ¨¢ine''s healing was, it became a mana vacuum when it came to treating burns. If any of the others were alive, I doubted if there was enough mana between the two of us to heal everyone completely. With a sigh, I materialized my last mana potion and downed it. As ¨¢ine got to work on the man, I went to the other bodies and checked for a pulse. The other man I saw standing shoulder to shoulder with the one ¨¢ine was healing had fewer burns but was unconscious. The dried blood on the back of the man''s head was a good indicator as to why he wouldn''t wake up. It was probably for the best, considering he''d be in a world of pain if he were awake. I found the other two crumpled next to a wall, with one on the other. It looked like the one took the brunt of the blast and kept the woman from receiving even more damage than she already had. Both were also unconscious but alive. I wasn''t going to risk moving them with the number of injuries they sustained, and even if ¨¢ine could heal them, adding more things to drain our limited mana supply would be idiotic. By the time I walked back over to my familiar, the man on the ground looked less like charcoal and more like bubblegum. His skin was pink, and some places were rubbery looking, but as long as he could move, it''d have to be enough. I gave the fairy a tiny pat on the head and scooped her up. I put her down next to the guy with the head injury and let her get back to work. Even if the others physically looked worse, I didn''t want to risk brain damage. Nothing from what I knew about ¨¢ine''s healing indicated she couldn''t repair the brain, but I haven''t tested the limits of her skill, to begin with. Grabbing one of the monster''s spears lying on the ground, I used it to prod the man. A few gentle nudges and there was no reaction. And while I was sure stabbing him would do the trick, I instead slapped him on the cheek with the flat of the spearhead. "Ouuwaah! What the fuck?!" He yelled out, sitting up in a flail of limbs. I watched him look around franticly, still in a daze. He flinched when his hand brushed against the corpse of the naga next to him. As he scrambled, I kept half of my attention directed inward as I felt ¨¢ine drain my mana pool. I noticed she was using a lot more mana than I thought she would to fix the man. His skull fracture must have been worse than it looked. Mentally noting the information for future use, my attention returned to the man apprehensively staring at me. "So, I''m going to assume you are the one who healed me?" he asked carefully. "Not me. I''m just the battery. The miracle worker is the fairy over there," I replied. His eyes widened when I spoke, and his shoulders tensed up. He looked over and saw ¨¢ine finish her skill and watched as the green glow from her hands died down. He turned to me and gave me a partial bow. "Thank you for helping us. And thank you as well, nature spirit. I have no right to ask for more, but please help my other two party members. I''ll pay you whatever I can." The change of demeanor in the man gave me whiplash. There was a respectful tone to his voice that felt tense. His head was no longer lowered in a bow, but he wouldn''t look me in the eyes. It wasn''t obvious, but he remained almost deathly still. Only his hands gripping the ground showed the slightest motion. I didn''t know why he suddenly tensed up after I spoke, but I didn''t want to set him off any further than I already did. "No worries. I have enough mana left to heal most of your friend''s injuries. I can''t risk emptying my mana pool, but it should be enough to get you all stabilized and moving." Stolen story; please report. "Thank you." I nodded my head in return and picked up ¨¢ine. Her wing was still damaged, but I understood why she didn''t waste mana repairing it. The man stood up and followed me when I walked over to the two next to the wall. I waited to see if he wanted to say anything, but he only watched long enough to see me place ¨¢ine next to the two and then turn to wake the other man up gently. A few minutes later, my mana was down to its dregs. A very tired ¨¢ine lightly booped my face and then returned to my soulspace. She deserved a long rest, and I was determined to ensure she got one. Eventually, all four adventurers were awake and standing. They kept their distance, and all but the woman averted their eyes. While the rest would give me glances or quick looks, they stood with their shoulders tensed and their hands near their weapons. I was starting to feel annoyed at their actions. After all, I risked my life and nearly drained all my mana to help them. "Is there a problem? If you are going to attack me, then make sure you don''t miss. It won''t be hard to turn you back into a piece of roasted meat," I said coolly. My words brought different reactions to the group. The one I suspected was the leader held up both hands while the other two men gripped their weapons tightly. The woman continued to stare at me creepily, showing no signs if she heard me or not. My irritation grew, and I could see my feathers flared up in small flames with a surge of mana. "Hands off your weapons now!" he shouted while looking at the other two. There was a delay from one of them, but eventually, he released it and placed his hands at his sides. Turning to me, the leader stepped forward and positioned himself in front of the others. "I''m sorry for our disrespect. I apologize on their behalf. Uhhm, may I ask what you intend to do now, sir?" I almost physically cringed at him calling me sir. The revolting feeling of being addressed so cordially made my skin crawl for a reason I could not pinpoint. There was a vague memory in the back of my mind that I couldn''t place. Yet, no matter how hard I tried to recall it, I couldn''t, but the feeling remained. When I tore myself away from my inner thoughts, I noticed everyone was tensed up again, and the one man with a backpack was struggling not to reach for his sword. I didn''t fail to notice the leader shifting himself to block his teammate''s sight. "Did we do something to offend you si-" the leader began but stopped when he noticed me shiver. "Call me Cyrus. Being called sir feels too weird," I said. "Err. Alright then. What are your plans now, uh, Cyrus." "Don''t really have any plans. My only goal is to make my way out of the dungeon." "If you want, we would love to have you accompany us. We have a map of the first floor. With it, we should be able to get to the dungeon entrance before the moon rises." "That sounds great, but what do you mean before the moon rises?" I couldn''t tell if the party was relieved or worried about me agreeing to join them. Even the leader who suggested the idea seemed unsure of the idea himself. On the bright side, the woman finally stopped creepily staring at me, but her almost manic-like grin wasn''t much of an improvement. "It''s almost the last day of the month, so that means Felnarua comes out. I''m not sure if it''s the same for where you are from, but when Felnarua rises, it means increased danger in dungeon dives. Monster spawn rates increase threefold," he explained. I remembered one of the guards talking about Felnarua and her parents. Something about how the world spirits and the wild hunt. If three times the amount of nagas attacked, there would be no way I could come out of that fight as anything other than a corpse. Thoughts of becoming a Cyrus-kebab brought another litany of chirping profanity into my mind. Not liking how wrong things could become, I pulled up my status and checked the system clock. The result gave me a sneaking suspicion that we were fucked. System Time: Wuld: 23: 58: 46 "So, have any of you checked the time?" I asked neutrally. The leader frowned, then got the faraway expression of checking his system. The widening of his eyes and the deep frown on his face gave me the answer I was looking for. The other two men of the group cursed loudly. The guy with the sword put his hand on the leader''s shoulder and gripped it tightly. "We have to go now. If we run, we might be able to make it," he insisted. "Not before the dungeon starts to populate. There isn''t enough time. The best we can do is make it to the safe area and stay there." The swordsman gritted his teeth. With a glare, his eyes looked at the man holding a staff with enough animosity; you could practically feel the wrath radiating off of him. "Godsdamn you, Oro! If we make it out of this alive, I''m reporting you directly to the guild. Nobody deserves to die for your stupidity!" Oro, on his part, didn''t say anything in return. His hands were clenched, but he did not take his eyes off the woman next to him. From how I found the man protecting the woman and how similar their faces looked, I guessed they somehow related. "ENOUGH! This isn''t the time for this, Aaron. Let''s get moving. No point in being saved just to die over petty drama," the leader commanded. The man tensed, and I prepared to back away in case a fight broke out, but the stern glare from the leader made Aaron turn away and let the issue drop. The leader sighed heavily and rubbed his brow. Beyond the rubbery pinkness of his face, the lines creasing his forehead aged the man by a few years. I waited for the man to regain his composure before tapping the spear on the ground to grab his attention. "Sorry, sorry. Tension is riding high right now. We won''t delay you any longer," he apologized to me in a tired voice. Straightening his shoulders, he clapped his hands once and adjusted the leather belt with the axe on his hip. "Let''s go. No more delays. When we get to the safe area, we can take a rest there. I''ll handle the first watch. Ruina, you should tier up before resting. It''ll mean we''ll have to make a shorter rotation between the three of us, but we need any advantage we can get. Oro, you''ll be second. Aaron, you''ll be on the third watch. Any complaints?" He paused for a heartbeat, but nobody complained. He muttered something about teamwork and started heading away from the lake. Before he could take ten steps, a scream from the woman made him turn around. A lance of orange crystal grazed his shoulder and shattered against the cavern wall. My head snapped behind me to see what threw the lance, and I cursed. Rising with the torso out of the water was a female naga. The sight wouldn''t have been enough to worry me if it wasn''t for the elongated staff glowing with blinding orange energy. The monster''s three other arms held three more crystal spears already cocked back and aimed at our heads. Aaron yelled out with a wild look in his eyes. "RUN! IT''S A WITCH!" Chapter 5: Flame Witch Without thinking, I pushed both of my palms outward and started spraying a torrent of fire at the monster. If the strategy worked once, it should work again, or at the least distract the naga so that we didn''t get impaled by a spear. I channeled enough mana to dip into the first stage of mana fatigue, and the sudden flash of cold made me stumble. When I caught myself from falling, I looked up and saw that the monster was staring at me behind a barrier of orange light. Her amber, snake-like eyes glared down at me and grabbed my attention. It felt like I was a tiny mouse looking into the void of a serpent''s jaw. I found myself unable to move or run away. The witch''s cold eyes became the only thing I could think about. Vaguely I could see her dropping the magic barrier and raising one of her arms. The only reason I didn''t become a shish kebab right then and there was due to something tackling me from behind. With an oomph I smashed my face into the ground, and I could feel my nose break. A loud echoing hiss spread throughout the cavern as I felt a rush of air breeze over my head. "Andrew! We need to go!" Large meaty hands grabbed my shoulders and hauled me up. The thing that tackled me had been Andrew, and where I stood before he knocked me over was one of the crystal spears. Another loud hiss made me focus back on the witch. The man named Oro was using a skill that sent out what looked like blades of compressed air. The witch''s barrier was back up, and each hit made it flare up in a burst of light. "Cyrus, we have to run. We can''t fight that thing. It''s tier two," Andrew said hurriedly. My eyes widened at the revelation, but I wasn''t that surprised. If I had a full tank of mana, I would be more confident fighting the monster but seeing as I was already nearing empty, it was a moot point. I nodded at the man and followed him as he ran toward his teammates. Ruina gripped her brother''s shirt as Aaron stood to her side with his blade out. When we got close, Oro started backing up, with Ruina dragging him backward. The witch tried to throw one of her spears at him, but another wind blade forced her to abandon the action and put up her barrier again. Andrew positioned himself next to Oro, and I found myself behind him. As quickly as we could, we moved closer to an opening in the wall with stairs leading upwards. "How long can you keep this up, Oro?" Andrew asked worriedly. "Not long. Only have enough mana for another three Air Blades," Oro replied while gritting his teeth. "Delay your first two shots. It buys us time; hopefully, she''ll worry about you sending out more." "Damn it all. Fine!" We made a few meters of progress as we swiftly backed up. Oro''s first shot impacted the glowing barrier doing no damage. He waited another ten seconds before he sent out the next one. I avoided looking the witch in the eyes again, but I could tell she was furious by the increased amount of hissing coming from her. The witch kept her barrier up and waited for more than fifteen seconds. She started slithering closer when she lowered her barrier, and nothing got her way. Before she could throw two of the spears in her hands, Oro sent the final Air Blade, which sliced into the scaled flesh of her lower right arm. The two spears cracked and shattered when they slipped from her grasp. The naga''s staff started glowing again, and I hoped she would conjure another barrier and sit there till we got into the stairwell, but that dream was crushed when she started charging at us. Her winding snake body covered ground faster than we could run. "Ruina!" Andrew shouted. Ruina stepped in front of her brother and started vibrating. The feeling set my teeth on edge as I backed away quickly. The witch was hit by whatever skill Ruina was using and slowed enough for Andrew to activate his own skill and rushed at the monster in a blur. Even when slowed by the skill Ruina was using, the witch was able to block Andrew''s axe with her last remaining spear. The spear shattered into pieces after the collision, but the naga smashed into Andrew''s shoulder with her free arm, knocking him away. Her long tail reared up and slammed down on the same spot where her fist hit his shoulder. With a cry of pain, Andrew rolled to his feet and jumped away. I couldn''t afford to use any more mana. Otherwise, I''d find myself unconscious from extreme mana fatigue. Something I was not willing to do inside a dungeon about to explode with monsters. With nothing else to attack her with, I started conjuring random pots and pans I had in my inventory and threw them at her. The sound of a metal pot smacking into her head would have been comedic in any other situation. Andrew had a look of confusion on his face, but he used the brief distraction to run back to the group. Then Ruina stopped her skill and huddled closer to her Oro. I threw the last remaining piece of cookware I had left and joined them. I could tell they wanted to ask questions, but thankfully none of them did. By now, we were only a couple of yards away from the stairwell. If we could distract the witch long enough to run, we could escape the floor and rush into the safe area. "What now?" I asked while sputtering blood out of my nose. "Anything else you can throw at her?" Andrew asked. "Sorry, I''m all out. I could throw my dagger, but I''d prefer to keep it." "Then we back up as quick as we can and hope she doesn''t kill us." "That''s fine, but why is her staff starting to pulse?" "Shit! Fireball incoming! The witch''s staff was now radiating energy, and small bursts of flames started spiraling around the shaft. She swung the weapon in our direction with two hands, and a growing ball of fire emerged from the tip. I heard what sounded like crying coming from behind me. Andrew crouched and brought his axe in front of him, most likely in some poor attempt to block the incoming projectile. Oro was in front of his sister again, arms akimbo, while Aaron slung the backpack off his shoulders and hid behind it. Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. If the fireball hit, there was a more than likely chance everyone would become barbeque again. I knew I was supposed to be resistant to fire, even more so after my new skills and passives. I also knew it would be a horrible idea to try putting that resistance to the test against a monster two tiers ahead of me. But I did have the highest chance of surviving the incoming explosion. A wave of anger and frustration hit me, followed by sounds of very angry chirping. It was hard to follow what she was saying to me, but I understood it quickly enough. This was still going to hurt, but I should come out of this ordeal only somewhat crispy. I heard Andrew ask me something, but my heart beating in my chest drowned out his words. My blood started to boil and writhe beneath my skin. Despite the insaneness of my plan and the incoming pain, I was getting excited. A rush of adrenaline pumping through me made me smile with my teeth bared. The spirals of flame around the staff spun fast enough to make the staff look like it was made of fire. In less time than I had to blink, a screeching ball of fire blasted out from the weapon like a rocket. The fireball trailed ribbons of flames, making it look beautiful to watch for just a moment. Even with my resistance to fire, I could feel the heat of the fireball. With an exhale of breath I didn''t know I was holding, I started to channel the little mana I had and made it suction in. The fireball smashed into my chest and sent me rocketing backwards into the first flights of steps. I felt the impact of the stone steps slamming into my back, but I was busy focusing on the torrent of flaming mana spinning into my chest. Zharia gave me as many instructions and feelings as she could, helping in directing me in taking in the flames. With a sharp inhale, I started swallowing the mana. The fireball was made of condensed fire mana spun in a direction to add momentum. To break down the mana, I had to try siphoning off the condensed energy and disrupting the spin. It sounded technical and complicated, and combined with the fact my only teacher was a spirit beast who only knew how to do it instinctually, it made the task all the more difficult. I felt the foreign mana enter my body and reach my metaphysical lake. It burned with a ferocity that set the lake''s surface on fire. I wasn''t sure how it looked on the outside, but in my inner world, I saw the mana break down and become one with my own mana. It felt like minutes passed as I tried to steal away the fireball''s energy, but it couldn''t have been more than a few seconds. With each jab at the flames, more fire-aspected mana rushed down into my chest. As quickly as possible, I channeled the new mana through my body and tried to flare up my flames against the fireball. The fireball felt smaller than before, but I was being overwhelmed. The fire scorched my throat, and my chest burned in agony. I was desperate to stop the pain and wanted to scream but couldn''t. Another poke at the fireball finally caused the spiral of mana to skip and unravel itself. With another pulse of supercharged heat, the fireball exploded outwards and away from me but still knocked my bruised body against the stone. A deep groan escaped my dried throat. Thanks to the necklace, my mana channels were bruised before; now, they were raw channels of pain as my mana sputtered through them. Looking inward, the lake I called my mana was steaming and on fire in some spots, but it filled up enough to push me out of mana fatigue. The only downside was I replaced sharp, cold pain with sharp, hot pain. This time, two sets of hands slowly pulled me off my back and sat me up. Ahead of me at the entrance to the stairs, Andrew and Aaron were parrying away the witch''s attacks. Staff and fist met axe and sword, but her taller stature and longer reach made the task difficult. I looked back and looked Oro and Ruina in the eyes. "Help me up." With difficulty, I managed to stand up shakily. Most of my weight was being supported by the two behind me, and I bit my tongue as I clamped down on a scream when my back spasmed. "Andrew! Aaron! When you''re ready, rush behind me. I have an idea." The two grunted, and I hoped that was them acknowledging my words. A wide swing clipped Aaron''s wrist and caused him to drop his sword. Before she could retaliate with another, Andrew hacked into the witch''s hand and sliced off three of her fingers. She recoiled with a hiss and grasped her hand. Aaron went to grab his fallen sword, but Andrew clamped him on the shoulder and tugged him up the stairs. When the two jogged past me, I mentally reached into my inventory and conjured up the webbing from the blood spiders. The crimson webbing fell in a wet clump and stuck to the floor. Biting back another moan, I urged my two living crutches upward after Andrew and Aaron. The witch thumped her tail against the stone wall and cracked it. Her staff started charging up as she slithered up the stairs after us. Looking back, I saw her reach the clump of spiderwebs and giggled in glee as the tall bitch nearly smashed her head on the steps. A series of loud hissings began, and a smaller ball of flame screamed through the air, but thanks to the others, they helped me up the steps as the miniature fireball splashed harmlessly against the stone. The scramble to get to the safe area felt like it took way too long, as each step up caused the bones in my back to creak. Eventually, the stairs widened into an open room bigger than the one between floor two and floor three. When we stumbled out of the stairwell, the two holding me up slowly settled me against the wall and sat down. The sounds of laughter tinkled out of Ruina''s throat, and the others were cackling along with her when it rose into a full belly laugh. I would have joined in, but giggling at the witch before already ruined my throat past the ability to make sounds. Exhausted beyond belief and feeling more like a piece of fried chicken than I''d care to admit, I began to channel my mana a final time. The others around me stopped laughing as they saw the golden flames start to sprout from the feathers across my body. With a final surge and a mental popping sound in my head for comedic effect, Spirit Lord''s Invocation ended, and Zharia reformed on the top of my head. I gently scooped her off my hair and held her in my lap. A barely audible sigh escaped my throat, and I felt myself turn to jelly against the stone floor. When I looked up again, I saw the others staring at me with their jaws wide open. A series of confusion and incredulity stared back at me. "Uhhh, what''s wrong? Is there something on my face?" is what I tried to say, but it came out more as a series of grunts. Zharia lightly nudged my thumb and chirped. "Master, don''t be silly. You''re wearing your mask. They can''t see your face." I brought a hand to my face, and sure enough, my mask was still on. I had forgotten the entire time that I still wore it¡ªlooking back at everything that happened, I cursed. If I wore the mask the whole time, it meant my transformation had the mask on. This meant that these guys never saw my face and probably had no idea if I wasn''t also some dungeon monster when I first came to help them. Err. So I kinda can''t speak right now. And I still need to wait before I summon ¨¢ine. Do you mind being my voicebox for now?" Zharia shook her head and expressed how much she thought I was being silly. "Of course, Master. I''ll make sure these humans listen to you!" I sighed but prompted her to repeat what I said to the humans. "My Master wants to know why you have your jaws on the floor! Is there a problem?!" I facepalmed, and I felt a headache coming on. It was hard to remember that Zharia''s way of speaking was a little haughty. Without being able to speak myself, I wouldn''t be able to stop them from thinking I was looking down on them. Thankfully, her words got them to recollect themselves and stare at each other in awkward silence. Finally, Andrew cleared his throat and tried to say something, but Aaron beat him to it. "You''re not a spirit?!" Now it was my turn to look like a surprised fish. Did they all really think I was some kind of spirit? Chapter 6: Breaking the Ice I was dead certain I was of the demon race. At least, according to my status, it labeled me as a felkin. But I wasn''t entirely certain that with a few more skills down the line, I could honestly say I wasn''t a spirit. Already, most spirit beasts I met referred to me as a Spirit Lord. I realized I hadn''t answered, and Zharia was giving me a look of confusion. "Tell them no. And tell them to hold off on the questioning until after I fixed my throat. And please, don''t add extra words. Currently, we''re stuck in a cramped room with them, and I don''t need to piss off a bunch of strangers when they outnumber us four to two," I pleaded. Zharia gave me another gentle peck before flipping around and spreading out her wings. "My Master has requested silence. Protecting you has temporarily taken his ability to speak. And my Master is not a spirit." Their jaws were on the floor again, with varying levels of confusion and doubt on their faces. The looks I received were starting to annoy me, and I felt my anger flare. Even if I was a spirit, who are they to stare so rudely at someone who risked their life to save them? The flash of anger went away a heartbeat later. The irrational rage I felt disappeared so quickly I almost doubted it was real. But, the sense of worry I got from Zharia was enough to make me believe otherwise. I shook my head and pushed the concern for later. Andrew looked like he wanted to say something, but he held back. With prompting from Zharia, he sighed and cleared his throat. "I apologize for any rudeness, Cyrus. We just thought you were something different," he said carefully. After scratching the back of his head, he stood up and turned to his team. "I''ll begin first watch. Ruina, you know what to do. Everyone else, get some sleep. We have a long day ahead of us. Just because we are in a safe area doesn''t mean we are completely safe." I frowned at his statement. From what I knew, dungeon monsters should never come into the safe areas. It was what made the whole area "safe." I assumed that once we reached the safe area, the witch wouldn''t be able to follow us. I didn''t question why we needed a watch rotation before; now, I needed to know. "Zharia, ask him why we need a watch rotation. If we''re stuck here for twenty-four hours, then I want to know if we''re safe." She squawked loud enough to grab Andrew''s attention, making him turn to us with an eyebrow raised. "Are we safe here, human? Why must you keep watch?" "For the most part, we are. However, if the dungeon starts to fill up without anyone culling it, the boundaries of the dungeon monsters start to lift. It''s not uncommon to see monsters travel between floors. Generally, unless a monster steps into the safe area, it won''t even know we exist. If one gets close enough, we might have to take it out before it notices us." "Do you plan to include my Master in this rotation?" "Err. No, I wouldn''t dare to assume. He has already helped us out more than enough. But, if it wouldn''t be too much to ask if you could heal my shoulder and help Ruina after she tiers up, that''d be great." "He has no problem with healing you. For now, he requests you leave him time to rest." Andrew gave a solemn nod before walking off to the back-middle wall and sat down with his eyes switching between each exit every few minutes. I slumped against the wall in fatigue. Using Zharia as my proxy wasn''t ideal, but it helped that she was direct in her way of speaking. I could have stayed alert and attentive, but at this point, if the four wanted to do something nefarious to me, they were welcome to try. Zharia was more than eager to turn them into charcoal if they attempted anything while I was sleeping. However, even if I was on a stone floor, it didn''t mean I had to lie in discomfort. With a mental prompt, I summoned a sleeping bag and a rough pillow to sleep on. There were a few looks of mixed emotions from the others, but I disregarded them and went to bed.
I woke up after some time but didn''t open my eyes immediately. According to the system clock, I was asleep for around four hours. It wasn''t the best nap in the world, but my body stopped feeling like it was dying. "Zharia? Don''t answer this out loud. Did anything suspicious happen while I was asleep? Also, thank you for keeping watch. I''ll return you to the soulspace after I summon ¨¢ine." "Welcome back, Master. Don''t worry about the humans. They haven''t gone near you. They talked about you when they thought I wasn''t listening, but nothing dangerous. They also think you''re a noble, muttering something about a storage device." "A noble, huh? If only that were true. Alright. Go rest up, Zharia." I tried to yawn loudly, but the only sound that came out of my throat was a hoarse gurgle. With a mental sigh, I sat up and scooped up Zhaira. While conveniently ignoring the feeling of exasperation from the small bird, I held her up to my chest and felt her familiar weight return to my soul. Oro and Aaron were the only two awake as I looked around the room. Andrew was out cold next to Ruina. Both looked at me with wide eyes before glancing away. On a whim, I made my mask display a question mark and inwardly chuckled as the confusion spread over their faces. I checked my soulspace to make sure ¨¢ine had completely recovered. From what I could tell, she was perfectly fine and ready to be brought out. The little fairy appeared in my hand with a quick flush of my mana. Her wings flapped out, and with a pirouette, she launched into the air, turned around, and booped me on the nose. I caught the fairy and brought her to my shoulder to sit on. "I thought you only booped after the healing was done," I teased. In return, she lightly patted my cheek and began the restoration of my vocal cords. It wasn''t a long process, and thankfully all of the fire mana that usually impeded ¨¢ine''s healing had long been converted to my own. When the green glow faded from her hands, I began making different sounds like I was doing a warmup exercise for theatre. With a contented sigh, I relaxed against the stone wall. The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. The two were looking at me again, and I didn''t blame them. I probably seemed a bit insane from their perspective. When I looked at the two closely, it wasn''t hard to see how exhausted they were. Oro looked ready to pass out on the spot. I stood up and silently made my way over to the two. Their bodies stiffened as I got closer. Stopping before Oro, I gave a halfwave and leaned against the wall. "Oro and Aaron, right? I''m fully rested now, so I can take over the watch," I said. Oro had a flash of relief on his face, but Aaron looked worried. I still didn''t understand why the man felt so apprehensive about me, especially considering that it turned out I wasn''t some scary spirit. If the man wanted to stay up, then so be it. At the least, Oro looked tired enough to pack away his concerns over me. "It''s my turn to sleep anyway. But, do you mind if I ask a favour first?" Oro asked hesitantly. "Sure, what do you need." He pointed to where Ruina and Andrew were sleeping. "Do you mind healing them? Andrew hid it well, but his shoulder was causing him a lot of issues. I doubt he would have managed to fall asleep if it wasn''t for how tired he was. And my sister tiered up after you went to bed. I don''t know if you can do anything for her, but please try anyway." "Sure thing. I already promised to heal you guys." "Thank you. I''m off to bed." As he walked past, I had ¨¢ine hit him with a quick heal, and he nodded his head in thanks before laying next to his sister. The man was asleep within a minute of closing his eyes. With Oro in dreamland, only awkward silence remained as Aaron kept his mouth shut in a thin line. After a couple of minutes, I sent over ¨¢ine to gently work her magic on Andrew and Ruina. Using the distraction, I finally took a shot at breaking the ice. "So, is there any particular reason you seem afraid of me?" I asked calmly. A dozen seconds went by until he sighed and looked me in the eyes. "I don''t know you. I don''t know who you are. I don''t even know what you are. You say you''re not a spirit, but you look like one. The others may not be able to feel it, but I can. You feel exactly the way a spirit does, and it''s driving me crazy. Not to mention you casually pull out a sprite and a spirit beast from your chest like it''s nothing." My mouth hung open after his explanation. His voice sounded almost angry and accusatory. But his words only brought more confusion than answers. Even if I was a spirit, why would that be a bad thing? And what did he mean I felt like one? I started slowly. "I''m not lying to you when I say I''m not a spirit. And why would it be a bad thing if I was one? Need I remind you that a spirit was the one who saved you from being a vegetable, dead on the ground on the cavern floor, ready to become fish food?" I asked with a hint of venom in my voice. I expected anger, for him to grit his teeth or ball his fists. If not anger, I expected at least remorse or a wince, something appropriate as a reaction to my words. I didn''t expect him to get a thousand-yard stare. He visibly paled and seemed to forget about me for a moment until he came back to his senses and looked away. "Spirits reside in a higher plane. Creatures that can rival the gods in power. And despite what you''ve done for us, most spirits aren''t kind. To a powerful spirit beast, we mortal men are prey, foolish food for the inhuman beast. There is no way to know when a spirit you meet is a friend or foe. Never sure if they won''t curse your entire family line for a slight or a moment of whimsy," he droned on in a whisper. He paused and rubbed the spot where his head had cracked open. "And you don''t even understand how insane it is that you come along, fight off a wave of nagas, nearly blow us up because you somehow overcharged a vortex trinket, and then manage to have enough mana to bring me back from the inevitable death. Even if we had a health potion or two, there is no guarantee it would have fixed me. Brain injuries are almost impossible to treat without a powerful healing skill and a lot of mana. I should be dead, but I''m not." I stood in silence and didn''t ask any more questions. The boiling feeling underneath my skin had long cooled, and I found myself mentally drained. There was a lot to unpack from his words, but it was neither my want nor need to do so. Whatever trauma he has suffered was his own, and I wasn''t about to pry. My stomach growled, and I contemplated offering the man a meal since it felt rude to eat while he didn''t. I grabbed two bowls of soup from my inventory and offered him one anyway. I wouldn''t complain about having seconds if he didn''t want it. Thankfully, he silently accepted the bowl and ate with me. I didn''t know what was in the soup, but it was rich and thick with a kick of spice that didn''t overpower the tongue. Having a dimensional storage space with stasis was amazingly convenient. The only thing that sucked was that I only had six more bowls of soup left. A polite cough brought me away from my thoughts. "I''m... sorry. It isn''t fair to treat you the way I did with all that you''ve done for us. Thank you for the food. It was delicious," Aaron said. I took his bowl and pulled out two flasks of cold water. ¨¢ine flew over and tapped me on the shoulder. A second later, a smaller cup of fruit juice was held in my hand while ¨¢ine stuck her hand inside the cup to drink it. "I do have to ask something." "And what would that be?" "If you''re not a spirit. What are you? I don''t think I''ve ever seen a race like yours. I''m not even sure how you''re eating and drinking right now. Is it an illusion?" I chuckled softly, having completely forgotten about the mask on my face. Instead of replying, I reached up, unlatched the mask, and tucked it into my belt. I brushed my hair out of the way and gave him a fang-filled smile. "If I''m being honest, I completely forgot that I had my mask on. Can''t even tell it''s there when I wear it." "You''re a lot less scary with the mask off. I''m sure you''re exactly Ruina''s type. I still don''t recognize what you are. Your height and ears say elf, but the glowing pink eyes with black sclera and two horns say otherwise. Halfling, maybe?" My shoulders dropped, and I groaned. "Does everyone always have to attack my height? Seriously, where are the dwarves and gnomes? I''m tired of being picked on." I tried to play up the feigned insult, but he looked at me in confusion before shrugging his shoulders. Feeling myself cringe on the inside, I straightened up and focused on the far end of the room. "I''m a felkin. Apparently rare to see on this side of the world. Not surprised you wouldn''t be able to recognize my race. I haven''t been in Edolus long, but I''m the only one I know besides my dad," I explained. When he didn''t respond, I looked over to see if I had said something wrong, but he wasn''t looking anywhere near me. With a hand to his ear, he crouched low and stood still. When I tried to ask him what was happening, he held a finger to his lips and pointed at the stairwell leading up. A flickering series of scratching noises clicked against the stone stairs. Each click was like metal slicing through stone. When the clicking got louder, the sound was coming more frequently. The clicking stopped at the edge of the stairs, where the shadows covered the area in darkness. When the first appendage stepped into the gloomy hallway, it was a limb made of blood-red liquid. The appendage sent a shiver down my spine as the scythe-like leg sliced into the step and brought the rest of the body forward. Seven more limbs stepped out and revealed the arachnid made of blood. "What the fuck is that?!" Aaron whispered harshly. I pulled out my knife and started channeling my mana. "It''s called a blood beast." Chapter 7: Bloody Reminder "What the fuck is a blood beast? There was no mention of any monster called that back at the guild." "That''s because it shouldn''t be here. It''s a monster from a rift," I replied with gritted teeth. "A rift? There was talk of a wild rift being delved when we arrived at the village. But that is several miles in the other direction. Why would a rift monster spawn inside a dungeon?!" he half shouted. I had a strong hunch, but I didn''t answer his question. Instead, my focus stayed glued to the blood beast. A part of me shivered and froze in terror, a feeling of helplessness brought on by the reminder of what had happened. That part was actively drowned out by the bigger half that raged at the sight of the monster. Images flashed by of the team being sacrificed into a circle of flesh, a hall drenched by merciless carnage, and finally, of Sam''s face as she disappeared into the void. I didn''t realize I released a growl until I heard it echo around the room. For a moment, I thought the blood beast would notice us, but whatever magic protected safe areas prevented the monster from hearing it. "What''s wrong?!" Aaron had stepped away from me and had his hand clenched around the hilt of his sword. It wasn''t drawn, but the way the man''s fingers twitched informed me how tense the man felt. I shook my head and felt the rage wash away. It was as if the tide came, a wave of emotions that surged and left in the same breath. I wasn''t an expert in psychology, but I knew enough to know I had to be going through something. Yet, even if I could recognize and self-reflect on the issue, it didn''t mean I could do anything about it at the moment. Thankfully, I had a very real threat that I could do something about. "Sorry. I didn''t mean to lose my cool there. Uh, what do you want to do about the monster?" I asked. He stared at me for a few seconds before reluctantly releasing his grip on his sword and facing the blood beast. "It''s too close to the safe area to risk leaving alone. We need to take it out before it breaches the obfuscation aura. I''ve never fought one of these before, so any ideas?" "Biggest issue about the damn thing is that it splits into three smaller versions of itself when you destroy it. If we''re quick enough, we can stop the smaller versions from forming, but it''s a short timeframe." "Damn. How do you want to do this?" "What can you do? All I have is this knife and my familiar. I don''t want to summon her so soon, but I don''t have any other options." He shook his head and held up his sword. "Sadly, only Ruina and Oro have ranged skills. I have some basic skills for use with my sword. What about your form from earlier?" I could use the Spirit Lord''s Invocation, but I didn''t want to risk it. If I used the skill, I''d be out for at least an hour, and I wanted to let Zharia rest. "Don''t want to risk using the skill when it''s not needed," I explained. He clicked his tongue, then turned and looked at the others sleeping. "We''ll have to wake up Andrew. He''ll be grumpy and irate, but there''s no way around it. Do you know what the tier of the monster is?" "Probably somewhere around the middle of tier one," I said, giving my best guess. "At least it''s not tier two. Okay, I''ll rouse Andrew." Aaron wasn''t kidding when he said Andrew would be grumpy. The man stared daggers at us as he slowly and very reluctantly got up. I had sympathy for the man. Two hours of sleep seemed way too little. By the time Andrew was awake enough to coherently understand the situation, the blood beast was only a few meters away. We settled on the plan for Andrew to use his rush skill to try and kill the monster in one swing. Aaron and I would also run up and destroy the clones before they could fully form. It was a simple plan, but sometimes simple was all you needed. "On my count. Three...Two...One!" Andrew said. The man moved in a straight line with his axe overhead, held in two hands. Once Andrew got within a meter of the monster, it seemed to finally sense him and launched itself sideways. It looked like Andrew was going to miss, but he managed to adjust himself enough to slice off three legs on the monster''s right side. A loud hissing shriek rattled around the room. Andrew recovered from his charge and rushed at the blood beast. Axe met hardened claw as the spider franticly deflected his swings. While it focused on Andrew, Aaron and I circled around the monster. Aaron managed to slice off a leg on the left side but was forced to back away as the other three limbs scrambled in a frenzied defence. Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. "Damn monster!" Andrew roared. Aaron used Andrew''s shout to lunge at the monster. His sword glowed a faint silver as it hacked off the spider''s last leg on its right side. The spider, now legless on one half of its body, was unable to support its weight and toppled over. Without waiting to see what the others would do, I ran and jumped onto the spider''s back. The monster flailed erratically as my weight pushed down on the beast. Using my dagger, I stabbed into the monster''s head once, then twice. With my third stab, I slammed the blade deep enough that my knuckles pushed against the monster''s flesh. With a dying screech, the spider dropped bonelessly to the stone floor. As the blood beast began to dissolve and split, I slammed my boot down on a puddle of blood. "Quickly! Before it reforms!" I shouted. Andrew slashed his axe down on the nearest puddle, the beast already forming six of the eight legs. His swing was enough to splatter the monster into a shower of crimson droplets. Aaron pounced on the last puddle and managed to cut down the arachnid before it finished forming. With the beast gone, a sense of frustration and disappointment surged over me. Suddenly it wasn''t enough. A single blood beast dead was not enough. All I wanted at that moment was to find another of its kind and dissect it limb from limb. When the flash of emotions settled down, I found that my jaw hurt, and it took me a moment to realize I was clenching it hard enough my teeth were creaking. "Are you okay, Cyrus?" Andrew asked hesitantly. The man stared at me with a worried look on his face. Aaron looked at me in concern, but he had his hands at his sides rather than on the hilt of his weapon. "Yeah. I''m alright now. Fantastic job, by the way. Even if the monster dodged, slicing off three legs in a single swing was pretty awesome. That movement skill of yours seems handy," I said quickly. I tried to shift the attention away from myself, and luckily, Andrew moved on from my random mood swing. I didn''t know if I was suffering from some form of trauma, but I really didn''t want to deal with it at the moment. "My first skill. Low tier and has its flaws. But it''s saved my life more times than I can count. I''ll have to shift the skill to be more flexible before I reach tier two, but that will be a slow process for the next few years." "How''d you get it?" He paused and scratched the back of his head. "That story is a bit complicated. Nothing interesting, just long and confusing." I chuckled and gestured around the room. I dramatically emphasized the blood-stained floor and the still-sleeping siblings. "Not like there''s much to do around here." The three of us settled in next to the siblings, and Andrew told his tale. He was a surprisingly good storyteller, and I found myself relaxing as the hour went by. I questioned if he needed to head back to bed, but he waved his hand and said he was already up. Shrugging my shoulders, I passed around some warm food and cold drinks and tried not to think about my earlier episode of rage.
Several hours passed, and eventually, the siblings woke up as Aaron went to bed. Beyond a lone goblin-looking monster, nothing bothered us as the morning rose. Ruina was ecstatic over her new tier and spent most of the time teasing her brother over it. I didn''t know the entire situation, but it looked like Oro was the reason I found them in such a precarious position. He wore his shame openly and had the good graces to accept the ribbing from his sister. From the snippets of banter, I had a sneaking suspicion that Oro was usually more of an asshole than he was now. Looking her over, I didn''t see much of a difference Ruina''s new tier had on her body. Of course, I didn''t know her that well to begin with, but my memory was sharp enough to notice some surface-level changes. For one, her eyes were now a lighter green with random specks of white around her iris. And noticeably, her skin was smoother. Random scars and scratches I saw on her face and hands had disappeared entirely. The effect of magic in this world would never not amaze me. No matter what happens in the future, I swore to never lose the wonderment I felt whenever I saw magic actively changing the world around me. Even if this world was slightly different in how mana worked, in my mind, skills were spells, and spells were magic. It only reinforced my acceptance of this new life. Sure, maybe someday I''d like to revisit Earth and see Sam''s family again, but I would never want to go back permanently. Eventually, the peaceful time spent in the safe area had to end. Ruina alerted us to a group of monsters heading up from the second floor at the same time as Oro called out about another group heading down from the first. Andrew woke up Aaron and called everyone together. "What are we looking at? Ruina first," he said. She had a worried look on her face as she glanced back at the stairwell. "Massive group of nagas. At least twelve of them, along with the witch from before. I think she''s leading them. We have less than a minute," she explained. A round of curses resounded at the revelation. Andrew gritted his teeth and nodded at Oro. The brother cleared his throat and sucked in a deep breath. "I''m not sure. It looks like a pack of skrell, but they look weird," Oro said carefully. "Weird, how?" Aaron asked. "I''m not sure. They''re blood-red from head to toe. Some of them have weird spikes growing out of their skin. And they look bigger and meaner than the ones we killed yesterday." I looked around, and nobody said anything for a minute. With a horde of monsters breathing down our necks, I summoned both of my familiars and pulled out my dagger. "I don''t know what a skrell is, but they sound better than an entire group of nagas. The witch, alone, almost killed us," I declared. Andrew glanced at the others and pulled out his axe. "Very well. Everyone, weapons out! It''s time we left this dungeon. I want to sleep in a real bed," he ordered. The sound of hissing came from the lower stairwell, and the darkened hallway lit up with an orange glow. Not wanting to waste any more time, Andrew slung Aaron''s pack over his shoulder and moved the other man along. When we neared the first step heading up to the first floor, the sounds of grunting and nails on stone rang through the tunnel. What I saw was something that looked remarkably like a goblin from fiction. Short, big-headed, and covered in leathery skin. They looked bulkier than I imagined, but it was the crimson dye to their skin that set off alarm bells in my head. Spikes that were remarkably similar to the ones growing out of the wolf-like blood beasts sprouted out from the monster''s body. The slitted, red eyes incited a burning wave of heat across my body. At that moment, I wanted to tear into the monster''s throat with my teeth. I heard the others shout my name, but it didn''t matter. All I cared about was how the first skrell''s face was ripped off as my claws tore into its flesh. Chapter 8: Flee the Scene A shower of blood spattered the walls of the confined stairwell. The other skrells flinched in response to the unexpected gore. I cared not as I plunged my dagger into a monster''s eye, sinking it to the hilt as I tore it out with a violent jerk. I wanted carnage. I wanted to rage. The damn monsters had to die. They deserved to be torn to shreds. Their existence was an affront to me. I didn''t even notice the pain as a skrell sliced into my upper thigh. I stabbed the monster in a frenzy, but it wouldn''t let go. As the skrell held on, two more sunk their teeth into me. One was blocked by the hard leather bracer on my arm, while the other crunched on my left hand. The crack of a bone was enough to pierce the haze of rage and brought some sanity back to my attention. I tried to pull my hand out of the monster''s jaw, but it wrapped its arms around my wrist and held on. It was only when a plume of gold fire exploded from below me that the monster let go. As it tried to ineffectually dodge the incoming flames, I tugged my hand out of its mouth and grabbed onto its neck. The fire licked at my hands as it consumed the skrell''s head. A loud smack saw the release of the dying bastard clutched around my leg. Andrew''s axe glowed dimly blue as it split the monster''s skull. I slumped to the side as the others rushed in and mopped up the rest of the skrell. ¨¢ine landed on my shoulder and started running her mana through me. The little fairy radiated a sense of worry and concern, but she remained silent in my head. The blinding rage subsided and fled once the last of the blood beasts were dispatched. At this point, I knew something was wrong. Never in my life had I felt myself a puppet to my anger. I needed to get out of here and talk to Brelten as soon as possible. Losing myself to my emotions was terrifying. "What the fuck was that?!" Aaron yelled. I looked the man in the eyes and gave a tired sigh. I didn''t have an answer, Not one that would excuse me of my actions. With a shrug, I slipped the Ink Lord''s Mask of Expression back onto my face. With it on, I could hide the worry I was feeling. The man already had issues trusting me, and I didn''t need to deepen his concern. "Carried away, I apologize. Let''s go; the snakes are coming," I replied in a deadpan voice. His face contorted in annoyance, but Andrew clapped a hand on his shoulder and motioned upwards. I positioned myself behind Andrew and Ruina, making sure to stay in front of Aaron in case he felt jumpy having me behind him. We rushed up the stairs in a hurry, the sound of our steps drowning out the hissing of the naga. Zharia flew slightly ahead to be our spotter. We rushed for five minutes, wanting to put as much distance as possible between us and the tier-two monsters. When Zharia sent a mental cry of warning, I stopped everyone and waited for Zharia to fly back. "Zharia, what''s wrong?" I asked. "Big battle! Large group of the red wart-men fighting a bigger group of grey wart-men," she replied. I relayed what she said to the others and waited to see what they wanted to do. Andrew asked a few questions for clarification, and I had Zharia describe what she saw. A rough estimate of fifteen infected skrells facing off against twenty normal ones in a wide cave. She mentioned that there were a few blood puddles, likely indicating a few casualties on the infected side. While the grey skrell had two limping at the back with a third with half of its face chewed off. I asked the first thing we needed to get out of the way. "There wouldn''t happen to be any other routes to the entrance, would there?" Oro shook his head. "No. That''s the only way through the next section. The branching tunnels behind us all lead to dead ends," he stated. "So we''re fucked either way. What''s the plan?" Aaron pointed a finger at me, deliberately making sure to get my attention. "Are we going to have to deal with you rushing off again? Plans are useless if you go berserk," he said with an accusing tone. "Aaron! Cut it out!" Ruina argued. Andrew put up a hand and lowered Aaron''s finger. "He''s right. I''m sorry, Cyrus, but can we trust you not to rush out alone? Again?" While Andrew''s words lacked the point Aaron''s had, the accusation was still present. The feeling of shame and anger bubbled beneath my skin, but I channeled my mana in response. The cold rush of frost spreading out from my chest and down my limbs helped calm me down. "You can trust me." It was all I said and all I needed to say. Andrew accepted my response and moved on. The next minute, we discussed our options. While Oro suggested waiting until one side won, Aaron quickly shut the idea down. The nagas were potentially behind us, and he put extra emphasis on reminding everyone that the witch would be able to track us. Eventually, we settled on trying to sneak past them but to remain ready for combat if we were discovered. It wasn''t the best plan, but it was all we got. It was the safest option, with our only other choice being to risk being ambushed or struggling to take on a massive pack of monsters. Before we began our plan, I backed away several meters from the group. With a rush of mana, Zharia collapsed into motes of light and merged with me. I tried to quell the pillar of fire that erupted out of my body, succeeding in making it smaller and contained. As my skill''s transformation settled over my body, I felt better. The inner warmth that came with the shift brought a grin to my face. I rejoined the others and tried my best to ignore Aaron''s white-knuckled grip on his sword. Ruina was the only one to stare at me with a face other than trepidation. As we crept closer to the cave with the skrell, sounds of growling and high-pitched grunts sounded out. When we turned the corner, a shower of green droplets splashed onto the ground a foot before us. When I looked up, I saw two uninfected skrell tearing into the bigger red version of them. It was like watching two chihuahuas fight a bulldog. The infected skrell was holding down one with two claws slicing into its skin. Its fangs were latched onto the top of the monster''s head as it jerked back and forth. The other uninfected skrell slashed franticly at the red one''s back in a desperate attempt to free its companion. We made our way carefully, staying glued to the back wall. The other skrell were scattered across the cave, watching, glaring at each other. When one of the reds would move, two or three of the normal ones would step up to scare it off. Near the far side of the cave was a ball of tumbling limbs as seven skrell launched themselves at each other. Green and red blood mixed as it spilled onto the stone floor. Sticking next to a large outcropping of rocks sticking out of the ground, we huddled close together and waited. The largest group of skrell stood in a face-off on opposite ends. The biggest and meanest of the two sides stood at the front. An ear-ringing squeal resounded from the right. The red skrell I dubbed as the leader watched as the infected skrell from earlier dragged the severed heads of the two uninfected skrells. The neckline at the base of the heads was a mess of lacerated meat. When the infected skrell walked up, it dropped the two heads at the leader''s feet before slumping over and crashing to the ground. Crimson blood started to spill out as the monster finally succumbed to its wounds. Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. In unison, a ragged cheer filled with snarls and grunts came from the infected side. The uninfected skrell started to cower back, but the leader roared and stomped on the ground, making them reluctantly stand their ground. The two leaders kept their glares trained on each other as the two sides started to work themselves up in a frenzy. When the crowd began to turn rabid, the leaders finally stalked forward. They skrell hooted and howled, blaring into the cave in a cacophony of chaos. "By the gods, what the hell is going on?" Oro whispered. "Don''t those skrells remind you of something?" Aaron asked. "Yeah, they do. They look like the spider we fought. The one you said came from a rift," Andrew answered solemnly. I felt the weight of their stares as the question remained unasked. I cleared my throat and pointed at the infected leader circling around the uninfected skrell. "I don''t understand how or why these skrell are infected. They look like one of the blood beasts that were in the rift. The only thing is, there was never a monster in there that could affect others. I''m just as clueless as you guys." "Then why are there rift monsters in the dungeon?! Where did you even come from? You talk about a rift, but you mentioned coming from the third floor. What are you not telling us?!" Aaron half shouted. Ruina clamped her hand over his mouth as one of the nearest skrell turned their heads in our direction. Andrew raised his axe but lowered it when the skrell next to the monster grabbed its shoulder and started jumping up and down. The monster looked away and joined back in on the wild hooting. "STUFF IT! When the fighting starts, we need to run. If we slow down, we''ll end up as a pile of shredded meat. I don''t want to be a pile of meat. I want to be alive and happily asleep in a bed. So cut it out! Ruina, you said your tier-up lets you aim your skill better?" Andrew cut in. Ruina nodded her head. "Yes, I can narrow down the cone I project. I''m still limited by range, but I can target a specific spot now. From brief testing, give or take two handspans circumference." "Good, good. If the two big ones haven''t started fighting in the next dozen seconds, I want you to target the skrell nearest to that red one over there." He stopped and pointed at a skrell shifting from foot to foot as the infected skrell an arm''s reach away swiped at the air with its claws. "Hit and stun it. Let the chaos begin, and we''ll use the distraction to get out of here. If any chase us, we''ll fight them off as we run. Oro, Cyrus, we''ll rely on you to attack them with ranged skills." We nodded our heads in acknowledgment and waited. I keep the dagger in my right hand, held tightly. The two leaders continued circling each other while making passes with their claws, but nothing connected. Ruina extended both arms with a slow inhale and held out her palms. At the last second, she exhaled, and I felt the familiar feeling of channeled mana. The skrell, shifting foot to foot, spasmed as it clutched its head in both hands. As it fell forward, the infected skrell lunged and clawed out the skrell''s throat. A splatter of green blood coated the monsters next to it and silenced the crowd. A heartbeat passed, and the screeching began. All the tension and running adrenaline boiled to a tipping point as the two sides charged at each other. The infected leader let out a throaty laugh as it attacked. With the two sides distracted, we bolted for the tunnel entrance. When two of skrell tumbled over midair and crashed in front of me, I let out a small plume of fire as I jumped over them. Their pained screeches brought pleasure to my ears. A few skrell noticed us running to the tunnel and broke away from the mob running at us on all fours, their claws clacking against the stone. A pair of light-green energy slashes flew through the air and cut off a couple of legs. Any monster that stood in the way of our charge was bashed aside with the flat end of Andrew''s axe. Ruina would randomly pulse out her vibration skill to help stun any of the monsters that approached. We made it near the exit when a flying body smashed into Andrew''s side. The hit sent the man tumbling to the ground, and Aaron ran over with his sword drawn. The thrown body was the bleeding corpse of the uninfected skrell. Another wet, throaty howl sounded out as the infected leader stalked closer. It looked at us with a savage grin. The inside of its mouth was stained dark green, dripping freshly drawn blood. The infected skrell raised its head to the air and released a trilling screech. All the skrell, infected and not, stopped and froze. The infected skrell screeched with their leader while the normal ones slowly lowered themselves to the ground. Four of the normal skrell lay dead while two piles of crimson blood covered the ground. The leader let out a series of growls, and the infected skrell grabbed all the skrell together and corralled them in one spot. Oro stood next to his sister and held his staff in front of him. "Andrew, time to get up!" he yelled. I readied my mana and kept an eye on the skrell leader. A twinge of anger flashed, but I silenced it before it could start. The leader stared at us but did not approach. Instead, it slowly backed off and screeched at one of its lackeys. The monster grabbed one of the cowering skrell by the neck and dragged it over to the leader. It dropped bonelessly to the ground and kept its head lowered. It seems that killing the other leader was a show of dominance. Even when one of the infected cut into one that was too slow to move out of its way, it kept its head low and shakily flinched in place. I heard Andrew stand up, his metal boots creaking. I slowly stepped backward and edged nearer to the exit. "Run or fight?" Andrew grunted while spitting out some blood. "Do you think you can take them?" "Maybe. If they''re as resilient as the one I killed in the stairwell, they''ll probably rush me before I could wipe them out." "That''s a shame. Why the fuck are they not attacking?" I wanted to make a sarcastic reply, but a sound of clopping feet started coming from the far tunnel. If I didn''t have my mask on, the others would have seen my jaw drop to the floor at what I saw. The monster that walked into the cave had horns scraping the ceiling with a line of sparks bouncing off. Its fur of crimson red ended in random tuffs of shaggy spikes. As it slowly trodded its way in, the skrell bowed almost reverently. The leader turned away from us and held up the shivering skrell in its claws. The goat stopped and towered over the leader. Silence followed. Nothing in the room dared to make a sound. With a cracking of bone, the demonic goat snatched the skrell out of the leader''s claws and crunched down. The sound of bones breaking and snapping as green blood sloshed out of the monster''s mouth sent the remaining uninfected skrell into a whimpering keening. "By all the... What the fuck is that..." Aaron muttered. There was only one answer. The beast that walked in was a champion. A representation of sin. It also meant that there was no way we would win fighting it. We were truly and utterly fucked. "Run," I whispered. "What?" Oro asked. "I said, run!" I jumped backwards and turned to run. The skrell leader screeched and threw itself at me. I threw my dagger at it and watched it embed itself into its shoulder. The siblings threw out their skills at the crowd, and Andrew charged ahead. Before we could cross into the tunnel, the champion screamed. A wave of red energy blasted out and pierced into my core. I couldn''t tell what I was feeling. The aura from the champion sent my thoughts into a spiral of confusion. I felt the energy burn as my mana rushed to intercept it. The inner warmth from my chest turned into a searing pain as I felt the feathers adorning my body erupt with flames. ¨¢ine ''s healing touch helped counteract the hostile mana. My anger returned, and it tried to dominate my mind before it lost itself to a pulse of the champion''s mana. Whatever my rage was, it was a smothered spark compared to the bonfire that assaulted me. The others were pushing themselves off the floor as they shakily tried to stand. I saw Ruina activate her vibration skill only to watch her panic when her skill sputtered out. Unlike me, the others were overwhelmed by the energy. They broke out in a sweat while their eyes widened in terror. I stood up on shaky legs and bit my tongue. The pain helped clear my mind further. By now, the champion walked towards us while crunching on another skrell''s body. A torn-up, broken arm fell from its mouth, bouncing once off the floor. I didn''t know what to do, and I felt Zharia''s fear. There weren''t any options left but to fight or run. I really wanted to run, to leave these strangers behind. I screamed at my legs to move, to let the others be a distraction so I could run away. In the end, I took a step and braced my legs. The anger inside me flared again. I was sick of being useless. I was tired of sitting back. But to be honest with myself, I wanted power. I wanted control over my life and the situation, to be the conductor of my fate. The champion represented a lack of all that. It was a living example of what caused me to lose my best friend, my sister. I held my hands out as I ground my teeth. The champion screamed again in a bleating pitch that caused me to stumble. I cursed in my head and channeled the lake of mana inside me. The champion now stood above me with its jaw cracked open. The teeth were not teeth you''d find in a goat. They were vicious fangs that lined the monster''s mouth like a shark. Shredded flesh, pieces of bone, and green effluvia dripped down onto my head. I urged my mana to go wild, and the flames started to billow out. A spear of glowing orange crystal pierced the monster''s lower jaw. Before I could register what had happened, my golden flames met crystal, and an explosion rocketed me backward. The champion''s aura disappeared, and the tunnel shook. As I flew through the air, my eyes met a pair of amber slits from across the cave. The malicious grin plastered across the naga''s face was the last thing I saw before I crashed into the far wall. Chapter 9: Rush to the Exit My body smashed into the wall, and I felt some bones crack. The pain flared but was washed away with ¨¢ine''s mana. I stayed still, watching the champion thrash its head against the tunnel walls. Blood pooled out like a waterfall mixed with shards of red glass. The explosion had ripped open the bottom of the goat''s mouth, leaving the pseudo-flesh glossy and melting. As much as I was transfixed by the monstrosity raging at the air, I needed to get the others up. I could feel ¨¢ine''s protest as I stood up before my bones finished healing, but I ignored them and sent a mental apology. The nearest person next to me was Ruina, and I ran to grab her off the ground. When I hooked my arms underneath her, she grabbed onto my shoulders and squeezed till my bones creaked. As she looked up, the glow from the lichen caught her eyes, revealing a set of red orbs where her pupils had been. It looked like she was ready to launch herself at me for a moment, but the red tint faded away, and her face morphed from angry to confused. "Cyrus? Wh-what happened? What w-was that?" she stammered. I helped her stand up and examined her body for any injuries, but she was relatively unharmed besides a scratch where she scraped her hands from falling. "Monster attack, the nagas arrived and are swarming in. We need to get everyone and go before we all die," I said. I squirmed out of her grip and started helping the others up. Thankfully, none of them reacted the way Ruina did when I grabbed her. We huddled together and stared at the scene before us. The champion towered over his minions as it stomped its hooves in rage. Every time blood dripped from the champion''s mouth, it would turn into smoke when it touched the ground. The red vapor snaked through the air and rushed into one of the skrell''s nose and mouth. The already muscular skrell''s flesh would bulge and ripple as the skrell grew over a foot in height. The roided-out skrell''s muscles were nearly as thick as my head, and their skin was now maroon instead of crimson. The spikes that barely jutted out of their skin were now full-sized quills similar to those of a thistlespine''s. The nagas were fanned out in a wide circle shoulder to shoulder as they fended off the mutated skrell. The crystal-tipped weapons met hardened claws equally thick. When several skrells tried to overwhelm the right side, the witch raised her staff and created a barrier that stopped the monsters in their tracks. The nagas used the barrier to time their thrusts and kill two skrells. From an outside perspective, the skrells, while brutal and vicious, were no match to the larger and more magically inclined snake people. The biggest thing giving the skrell an advantage was the fact that their new muscular forms must have felt no pain as they willingly launched themselves into a suicidal frenzy, again and again. The witch raised her staff high, and it started to pulse. The glowing fireball shot out, arcing over the monsters'' heads, aimed at the champion. In response, it used its hoof to send the nearest skrell by his foot into the air. The screeching ball of red muscles intercepted the fireball face first. The skrell exploded upon contact and rained down a shower of gore, coating the room in a fine red mist. The mist started to rise and condense. With a wet squelch, the vaporized blood smashed together and turned into an orb. The orb then stretched and bulged until a smaller but still muscular skrell formed and landed wetly on the ground. It looked around in confusion before it locked eyes with us and started to charge on all fours. Pink saliva frothed out the creature''s mouth as it ignored the grunts from any skrell, unfortunately in its way. "Damnit! Let''s go!" I shouted as I raised my arms to fire off a cone of flames. The creature ran into the golden flames with a maddened howl and skidded a charred, twitching corpse across the cave floor. I saw the witch look in my direction, and she raised her arm to throw a spear, but another punted skrell smacked into her shield before she could release. The champion released a loud bleating noise, and four skrell turned away from the naga and started running at me. It was time to book it the hell out of here. I caught up to the others as they were turning down one of the side paths. I reached a hand out to ¨¢ine and reabsorbed her. It was too much of a risk to have her out where she could get too injured to be summoned. I decided to stay transformed instead of having Zharia scout ahead. "How much further?" "Not much. Two more turns... and then down a long hallway," Andrew explained. When I looked back, the skrell were still chasing us, but their shorter legs couldn''t keep up with our pace. Already, one of the four was starting to lag behind, its bulky chest laboring the longer we ran. According to my system clock, what felt like an eternity was only two minutes. We reached a crossroads with five different branching tunnels, but Ruina led us to the furthest one on the right, not bothering to look at the others as we raced on by. "The exit portal is down this tunnel. We need to head straight to the village when we get out," Andrew said. "And make sure to stop any other parties from entering!" Aaron added. "We''ll do that if we see them. The faster we can inform the guildmaster, the safer it''ll be for everyone." Suddenly, the heavy footfalls of the monsters chasing us stopped and were replaced by the sounds of flapping wings. When Oro stopped and turned to look back, I wanted to slap the man. "Oro! What are you doing?!" Aaron shouted angrily. "Sssh. What''s that sound?" Oro shushed. With sparse lighting from the lichen along the cave walls, the tunnel remained shadowed and dark past a dozen feet. From the end of the tunnel, shadows started to glide and move across the walls. The flapping became louder and louder, and it wasn''t until the first sheen of red flesh showed that it hit me. I didn''t think of it due to their lack of presence near the end of the rift. Out from the darkness came a swarm of over twenty bats. The blood beasts stuck close to the ceiling, echoing their squeaks across the enclosed space. Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. "Don''t let them near you. If they get too close, they''ll explode," I ordered. "Let''s keep running! There''s no need to stay around and fight!" Aaron shouted over the wave of noise. I shook my head and kept my eyes trained on the approaching monsters. They were already about to get within range of my fire. The blood beasts were flying faster than we could run. I didn''t know how far the portal really was, but I couldn''t see it from where we stood, and I doubted we''d make it without potentially losing someone. Andrew clamped a hand down on Aaron''s shoulder and silenced the man. "I won''t be much help here. Ruina, Oro, and Cyrus, we''ll be relying on you." Oro pensively looked at his sister, but Ruina wasted no time in stepping up beside me and holding out her hands similar to mine. I didn''t know Oro for long, but after Ruina got into position, he followed suit without a word of protest. There wasn''t much delay between our attacks, but Oro''s skill reached the furthest and cut into two blood beasts, dissecting them down the middle. Ruina''s skill was nearly impossible to see, but several of the bats started flinching and began to reel midair. When one of the monsters popped like a water balloon, I was able to pinpoint where she directed her area of effect and adjusted my aim. The halls lit up in a golden sheen as the fire licked the cave walls. The first explosion happened, and the tunnel rumbled and shook. The rain of red droplets spattered at our feet. I wasn''t sure, but I tried to spot the difference between the flying swarm. It was hard to notice, but some of the bats were larger with a darkened colouring to their bodies. When I trained my cone of flames onto that monster, it caught fire, and its body boiled before promptly exploding and knocking a few of its kin into the walls. I heard Andrew shuffling behind me, but I ignored him as I ran as much mana through my body as possible. The siblings beside me shifted away from me as the flames spread. More explosions kept rocking the tunnel, and I had to bend my knees to maintain my balance and steady myself. I watched Oro send out another slash of energy that made a bat explode, but a loud shout made me turn as I saw a blur of a blue slice through the air in front of the man. Oro staggered backward as blood covered the front of his shirt. "Get back over here, Oro! I''ll cover you," Andrew grunted. The man''s beard was dyed red, and he offhandedly tried to wipe away the blood covering his face but succeeded in only smearing it further. The bats were down to a few stragglers that were stuck in the back of the swarm. But the sound of flapping wings remained as loud as it did before we started attacking. Ruina popped another two, and I destroyed the remaining three in one blast. I lowered my arms and started backing up. This time, instead of a swarm of twenty, it was a wave so thick it covered the tunnel from ceiling to floor. Even with my insane amount of mana, I wasn''t ready to risk unconsciousness by bottoming it out and fighting off the monsters. "Fuck this. Never setting foot in a dungeon again," Aaron exclaimed. Andrew grabbed Oro and pulled his arm to get him to start running while Ruina was already outpacing me, with Aaron following behind us. I tried to send out some fire behind us blindly, but if I hit anything, the other blood beasts didn''t care. Within half a minute, the glow of a white-blue circle appeared situated in a doorway lined by two large pillars. "That''s the portal. Come on." The screeching got louder, and the swarm was rushing at us like a red tide only a meter behind. "Go, go, go!" The portal''s glow gave way to a shimmering hue when we got closer. But I noticed the portal had streaks of dark black at the edges. They reminded me of veins you would see in someone''s eye. Somehow, I doubted the portal was supposed to look like that. The first to the portal was Ruina. With her arm outstretched, she plunged into the portal and disappeared. The portal didn''t bubble or move; it was as if she had walked through a wall of hard light. I was the next to reach, and I sucked in a breath as I closed my eyes. Entering through the portal felt like I was passing through static. The energy buzzed across my skin. As I left the dungeon, I felt my feet land on cushioned ground, and I stumbled forward. Ruina was already off to the side, staring at the portal behind me. Before I could take a step, I had the air knocked out of me as I smashed face-first into the ground. A series of wet coughing and a groan of pain deafened my ear. I pushed with my arms, but the weight was heavy. Ruina shouted something, but I focused on rolling myself out from beneath whatever was on top of me. When I rolled out and sat up, I saw Aaron clutching his wrist while blood soaked down from a cut above his eye. Andrew was the heavy body that must have knocked me over since he and Oro were mixed in a pile on the ground. Oro yelped in pain when Ruina tried to help him up, and I noticed his foot was turned at an odd angle. "What happened? Ruina shouted. Aaron groaned while Andrew slowly stood up. "Panicked. The bats were too close, and I sent out a Wind Slash. They exploded. Several of them," Oro let out between gritted teeth. "And what about you?" she said while pointing at Aaron. "Andrew got pushed into me, and I hit my head on his shoulder, coming out. Tried to brace my fall. Now it''s broken, I think," he said. I inwardly sighed while channeling my mana into my Verdant Healer skill and watched ¨¢ine emerge. With a few mental prompts, she was already making her way over to Aaron''s face. He visibly stiffened, and I saw him flinch away when she reached her hand to his cut. Thankfully, he didn''t freak out and let the little fairy heal him. As she began to heal Oro''s leg, the shadow attached to Andrew darkened. I stood up quickly and started to channel my flames. Andrew frantically looked around at my reaction and jumped when he looked down at his feet. "What the-" was all he managed to get out before a hand wrapped its fingers around his wrist, preventing him from reaching for his axe. The shadows condensed then faded away, revealing a man dressed in all-black leather with his spare hand holding a dagger. "Don''t make me use this. I''d rather not get any more blood on me than I have to." Sounds of rustling came from the forest ahead of us and out stepped the elf woman with purple eyes. "Isaac, situation report." He released his grip on Andrew''s wrist and backed off while twirling his dagger. "Five people. Four humans and two spirits. Covered in blood, but only one injured. Dungeon looks off," he called out while keeping his eyes glued to Andrew''s hand. The elf woman approached casually while examining us. Her eyes roamed to the dungeon portal, and she frowned. When she looked at Aine, her face morphed into confusion, and then she turned towards me. "Who are you, and why is there a fire and nature spirit with you? There should be no adventurers with familiars out here, let alone two. And explain why that dungeon portal over there looks corrupted," she commanded in a neutral tone. The others exchanged looks while looking at me in a not-so-subtle way. My anger flared, and I wanted to tell the woman to shove off, but Zharia sent over thoughts of concern and worry, and I caught myself. I clenched my fist and saw Isaac shift subtly in response. I surged mana into my chest and deactivated my Spirit Lord''s Invocation. The feathers disappeared and faded away while the golden fire stopped sparking. Zharia reappeared before me, and I caught her with my hands, transferring onto my shoulder. Aine slowly drifted over and landed on the other side. Celanae''s eyes widened, and she walked up and looked me in the eyes. "Take off the mask," she said softly but calmly. I reached up and removed it from my face. As it came off, I tucked it into my belt and matched her stare. "Better?" I asked. "Isaac. Rush back to Uncle Brelten. Tell him another of the expedition team is alive." I paused at her words, and now it was my turn to stare at her in blank confusion. She said another of the expedition team. Did that mean someone else made it? There was no way. The others were turned into living sacrifices unless she meant Sam. I didn''t want to get my hopes up, but I wanted to know. Isaac turned and gave her a weird look before narrowing his eyes at me. "Who should I tell him is alive?" I spoke up before she could answer. "What do you mean another? Did Sam make it through? Did she appear somewhere near the village?!" Celanae gave me a sad look and shook her head. "I''ll explain on the way. Cyrus right? I''ll need you to explain what happened." Chapter 10: Welcome Back Before we left, Celanae snapped her fingers, and an amethyst-coloured barrier appeared in front of the dungeon portal, blocking the entrance. We set out in a fast-paced walk heading back to the village as Isaac used his skill to inform Brelten. She asked the other four a series of questions as to what happened in the dungeon. Apparently, she and Isaac only came to check up on the dungeon because of some wards going off in Brelten''s office. I didn''t notice any of the wards she talked about, but I didn''t doubt they were there. She glanced over when the story came to the part about when I rescued them. Her eyes were filled with suspicions as Andrew tried to discuss around the moments where I lost myself to rage. About ten minutes later, she gave Ruina a pat on the back. "Congratulations on ascending. The first full step is always an experience. People don''t like to talk about it, but never needing to go to the bathroom as an adventurer was one of the greatest boons granted by the system," she said kindheartedly. Ruina beamed in response, and I saw her blush a little. She promptly thanked Celanae quietly and looked away. Her words reminded me of something I didn''t notice at the time. "Hey, sorry I''m interjecting here. But, now that I think about it, you tiered up when I was passed out, yeah?" I asked. "Uhhm, yes. What about it?" she answered confusedly. "When you tier up, you''re supposed to barf out your organs and ooze out black tar. Aside from the blood, you seem pretty clean." "Oh, that''s easy to explain. I vibrated it off. My skill doesn''t affect me, so I just used it on myself down the hallway and cleaned myself up. The dungeon consumed the waste, so there was nothing left to leave a smell." "Shaky lady was disgusting. Auntie Zhuyin said that spirits don''t have to do that when they tier up. Humans are weird," Zharia chirped. I inwardly chuckled in response and saw ¨¢ine nod her head in agreement as she kicked her legs. I was sure as hell glad I wouldn''t have to be oozing black goo out of my skin. All those cultivation novels made the experience sound horrid. Celanae looked over and smirked while shaking her head. "Did they say something funny?" I briefly stopped and gave her a suspicious look before I carefully stepped around a large root. "Something like that. How did you know?" "Teddy does the same thing when talking with Arturous. Most people eventually learn to hide their reactions when telepathically communicating, but generally, there''s always a tell." "And what gave me away?" "Three things. One, you have two spirit familiars who usually have some form of non-audible communication. Two. You turned your head towards your familiar on your left. And three, You got that not-focused, slightly glossy look that''s all too common." "Huh, looks like I''m going to have to work on that in the future." "You probably should. Your tells aren''t painfully obvious but noticeable. It might save your life someday." She completely turned around and observed ¨¢ine playfully kicking her feet. "What''re their names?" "The little fairy on my right is ¨¢ine. And the little bird on my left is Zharia." "You smell like a spirit, crystal lady. I am Zharia," Zharia chirped. "Like a spirit, huh? I think I know why. Nice to meet you, Zharia, and ¨¢ine. I am Celanae. It is rare to see a spirit beast of your lineage out here in the lower plane. I imagine Cyrus is one lucky person to have you," Celanae complimented. Zharia was practically beaming at her words and was nearly cooing in my mind. ¨¢ine was giggling in response as we could feel the pride radiating off the little bird. The rest of the way back to the village was spent with small talk and some storytelling on Celanae''s part. The others were like little children, as she told about her childhood training under Brelten. That man was most definitely the grueling drill sergeant I expected him to be. Yet, her words had no malice or spite, only affection. I was starting to peg her for having some form of Stockholm syndrome, but as she explained, he was harsh but kind and never cruel. Rather his training is why she and her team are still alive to this day. It made me appreciate the man all the more for taking Sam and me in the way that he did. So many ways that could have gone wrong when I thought back on it, but it didn''t, and without him, I would have never met Zharia. When we reached the village gate, Talis and Isaac were standing next to the guards. As we approached, he waved us over and rushed over, nearly stumbling over his robe. "Cyrus! You are alive! Thank the gods. When you weren''t found with the others, we feared the worst. I''m so glad you are okay!" Talis spewed. I grabbed him by the shoulder to steady the man as he nearly headbutted me. "Woah, woah. Calm down there, Talis. I''m still kicking and breathing, I promise. What did you mean by the others? I didn''t even know anyone else survived," I said assuredly. "Oh, you don''t know! Quickly, the guildmaster is waiting for you at Oleanders. We must hurry." I frowned at the vagueness of everything. Celenae was weirdly tight-lipped whenever I asked questions about the expedition team. Eventually, she told me she would let Brelten explain and said no more on the subject. I could feel my anger bubble, and I returned to my senses when I heard Talis yelp. "I''m so sorry, Talis. I didn''t mean to squeeze yah there." I sputtered. He rubbed his shoulder and gave me a worried look before giving me a faint smile. "Don''t worry about it. Anyway, let''s go. The others went crazy when they heard the news!" Talis bolted into the village while Isaac stepped near Celanae and whispered into her ear. The two discussed something before Isaac melded back into the shadows. The town was subdued as we walked in. Usually, you''d find somebody walking about or conversing in the open. Walking past the guard building, I saw Marcus heading inside with Warren and Nadia. I didn''t know if they knew I was alive, but I decided to go over later and invite them to dinner. Even if they only knew each other for a week or so, Nadia deserved to know what happened to Sam. As we got closer to Oleanders, I started to get a bad feeling in my gut. Something about opening the door and walking in filled me with anxiety. Before Celenae could knock, the door busted open. I couldn''t react fast enough as I was picked up and crushed. ¨¢ine launched herself into the air as Zharia squawked in alarm. With slow hands, I crossed my arms over Bera''s back and gave her an awkward pat. "Nice to see you, Bera. I think you''re crushing me," I said. "Cyrus, when Isaac said they found another survivor, I was so relieved. I knew Brelten should never have let you in that stupid rift," Bera said as she put me back down. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. I grimaced and shook my head. "That doesn''t matter right now. They said there were other survivors. Who?" "Let''s get everyone inside, and you can see for yourself." I walked in after Bera and observed the room. Sitting at the bar were Dyllan and Edithe. Matias sat alone in the corner of the room, clenching a mug in his hand. In the center was the rest of Celanae''s party, with Brelten standing next to Talis. When I walked in, the hushed whispers quieted, and they all turned to stare at me. On closer inspection, none of them looked good. Dyllan looked like he hadn''t slept in days, with his beard unkept and his eyes bloodshot. Edithe gripped the hem of her shirt as she avoided looking in my direction. When I looked at Matias, he looked the worst of the lot. His clothes had multiple stains on them, and some dried flecks of dirt were all over his face. When he met my eyes, I found a lifeless man looking back at me. Him being alone meant one thing and one thing only. It wasn''t hard to guess who died. Brelten stood up and walked to me as Bera went behind the bar to grab me a drink. "Cyrus. I''m glad you''re alive. I''m sorry for what happened." A whirl of emotions went through my head, and I wasn''t sure how to process his words. They felt wrong and insufficient, but I didn''t blame him. The guilt that I had been burying started to crack its seal. "I... Thank you, Brelten. It''s not your fault. What happened in there was not something you could have predicted," I said neutrally. His lips thinned, and I could feel the tension in the air. He backed up and pulled out a seat. "I''m hesitant to ask, but do you know if there are others? Nobody knows what happened after getting attacked, so we weren''t sure what exactly happened." I ignored the chair and remained standing. I only let out my breath when Bera came up and gently handed me a drink while patting my arm. "We were betrayed. And the rift collapsed around us. I didn''t even know you guys lived. I can''t even tell how. The last time I saw you guys was when he used you all as sacrificial batteries." Matias looked over, and I felt him glaring a hole through my skull. Edithe finally stopped and looked at me with a similar intensity. "Can you start with what happened after the champion appeared?" he asked carefully. I chugged my drink and sat it down. Grabbing a chair next to me, I turned it around and sat down. In detail, I explained how the morning went and what happened. There were a few clarifying questions about Arz''odral, but I remained uninterrupted as I recounted the details. When I explained what Arz''odral did to the others, Edithe started crying, and Dyllan comforted her. Brelten held up a finger. "The system does not mess up like that easily. I''ve only ever seen it once, and that was when I went into a domain where the Grand Weave was cut off." "It sounds like the original Arz''odral was at least partial divinity," Isaac cut in. "If he were a trueborn of the Underworld, then that wouldn''t be too surprising. I am no expert on the hierarchy of the higher realms like that one, but a baron is usually a third-tier demon. It would be safe to assume, as a viscount, they were at a minimum, an immortal. Their knowledge of how the Grand Weave works is much broader than ours," Brelten explained. "And we''re sure then that Cyrus wasn''t collaborating with Arz''odral? He is, after all, a demon," Isaac accused. Before Teddy could reach over and grab Isaac, there was the sound of splintering wood. Isaac was frozen in his spot as Bera had a hand around the back of his neck. Her eyes were orbs of green vapor, and her left hand was emitting an ominous black smoke. "Isaac Dawnborne! With all that has happened to these people, you DO NOT GET TO SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT! I will have you wishing you were dead for the next week if you foolishly utter another sentence!" Bera bit out. "He said there was a traitor, and we have to consider all the facts. It''s suspicious that he''s the only one alive who knew what happened!:" Isaac yelled. Brelten held up both hands and gently coaxed Isaac out of Bera''s grip. Her face was furious, and the rest of Isaac''s team looked at him with disbelief. "While I think Isaac should stop courting death, it''s a fair question. And all we need to do in this situation is ask Cyrus himself," Brelten said. My eye twitched, and I clenched my fists. "While I don''t understand the fascination Arz had with me, I would never betray the team for them. I was only kept alive because he wanted me as his servant or slave. Otherwise, I''d have been put into the same situation as the others," "Thank you, Cyrus. If you can, please continue." "When the spear killed the champion, Arz''odral showed up, and the final wave notification appeared. They ate the blood beast, and Orsk ran back into the townhall to enact the safety measures. There wasn''t anything we could do. He empowered himself somehow by cannibalizing the champion and the blood beasts from the previous waves. He grabbed everyone but Melena, Caldur, Sam, and me. He used his blood to create some ritual. When Caldur and Melena attacked, he let himself get killed and finished the rift scenario. When the portal appeared, the ritual did something to it and corrupted it." "So that''s what happened. He probably changed it so that the exit point would be somewhere in a higher plane. Please continue." "When he opened the townhall, it was... a massacre. All the villagers were dead, and their bodies were mutilated and burned. Orsk was bound to a table, and then Grimald appeared." "Are you saying Grimald was the traitor? What for? He was always loyal to Melena and Caldur." "Arz''odral promised to remove the slave sigil branded on him in exchange for taking Melena''s body. After the ritual happened and Arz''odral transferred the slave brand to Caldur, Grimald left with the beastkin. The only reason I''m alive is that Orsk pointed out the safety measure he made before he died. Sam activated it, and it gave us enough time." "Enough time to what? How did you escape? And where is Sam?" "The rift was breaking. It was like reality was shattering itself into pieces and fading into the void. Sam sacrificed herself to save me and got pushed into the void. I jumped in after her." I had to pause and feel my heart racing as phantom memories started to race. "I don''t know what happened next. I can''t remember it, just pain. I found myself bleeding out and messed up inside the dungeon. I''m only alive because ¨¢ine was able to heal me. Even then, it took hours. My pathways were torn and strained." An oppressive silence followed while Brelten glanced over at Bera, exchanging looks. Bera came over and refilled my cup. As I sipped some of the cold drink, there was a smash of wood, and the inn''s door slammed open. Retas walked in, snarling as drool dripped down his fangs. "Take it back! Take back what you said! Grimald would never! You lie! Where is Caldur? Where''s Melena? Answer me!" Retas growled. His clawed feet scratched the floor as he stomped his way in. He smacked the cup out of my hands and grabbed me by my vest. I let him pull me off the chair. His breath was hot and smelled of alcohol. The beastkin''s chest bellowed like a drum, splattering my face in spit. Seeing the beastkin was enough. The accusation, the denial, the audacity of the beastkin to call me a liar after all that had happened made me see red. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I understood he was more broken than I was. That he lost his twin, his brother, and friends. None of that mattered. I sent a mental prompt to Zharia and channeled my mana. I had enough sense of presence to contain the damage to a minimum as I activated Spirit Lord''s Invocation. Zharia melded into me as feathers sprouted across my body. The burning halo above my head settled into place, and I snarled back. My fangs were on full display as the bewildered beastkin tried to let go. I grasped his arms before he could back off and pulled him closer. My body bursted into an explosion of golden fire, as the struggling tiger-man pushed at my arms, but I held on. As Retas howled in pain, I dug my claws into his flesh. I could feel it when he started to run mana down his arms. Before it reached his hands, I channeled an extra burst of mana and targeted his face. The whiplash from the cone of fire rocked his head back and interrupted his channeling. When the bones in my arms snapped, I was pushed back, and Retas was snatched away by a series of vines. Without the mask on my face, I could see my reflection on one of the cups. I looked insane. Staring back at me was a grinning demon with sizzling blood and charred fur in my hair. The others were screaming and saying something, but I ignored it. Isaac was by the doorway and had a dagger out. He watched me with an aloof look when I walked by him, and his eyes flickered across the room. "You could have burnt down Bera''s inn. I like this inn, and I like Bera a lot more. You''re lucky; only your arms are broken. Apologize to her when you come back," he stated casually. I nodded my head and continued walking out. The smell of fresh air hit me the moment I exited the building. Behind me, Retas was still screaming as he was restrained on top of a table by thick vines. Teddy was glowing a bright, white light with a frown on his face. My eyes roamed over the others and settled on Matias. He turned his head and raised his glass before taking a sip and watching the struggling beastkin. A popping sound made me turn around and examine the town. I didn''t see anyone else as all the other buildings were closed. ¨¢ine landed on my shoulder and pointed above me. When I looked up, I was met with a shaking head and crossed arms. Still in a suit but one made with a pattern of glossy black scales, his tail swished behind him in lazy sweeps. "We need to talk, son," Cal said neutrally. Chapter 11: Lets Have a Talk Seeing the god made me slow my breathing and observe him from afar. While Cal''s posture may have seemed stern, his face was not filled with anger. If anything, the god looked more concerned. Only when I glanced back behind me did I notice something was wrong. The beastkin was still thrashing around, pushing against his restraints, but the screaming was gone. Outside of my breathing and the flicking of Cal''s tail, all noise was absent from my surroundings. "Nifty trick you learn when you get access to more mana. It takes some skill, but you essentially smother an area with a weave of mana to create a barrier. I''ll teach it to you when you tier up," Cal explained before I could ask. "I''d like that. Won''t say no to learning from a god," I replied. His face twitched a little before he rolled his eyes and slowly lowered to the ground. With a snap of his fingers, two familiar-looking couches appeared. While gesturing to the one behind me, he sat back on his own couch. Something about the sofas rang a bell in the back of my brain. They seemed familiar in a way that I couldn''t place. Sitting down, I felt myself sink into the cushions with a relaxing sigh. They had more padding on them than even my bed at the inn. "Comfortable?" he asked with an amused expression on his face. "Very." I channeled my mana and undid my skill. Zharia reappeared in a flash of light and landed in my hands. Lightly stroking her feathers, I placed her next to ¨¢ine, bouncing up and down on the back cushions. He sat and observed the two familiars playing around on the conjured furniture for a while. There was a smile on his face, and his eyes sparkled with amusement. A guarded part of me subconsciously lowered my defenses even further, and my anger completely faded. All the stress in the world left me with an exhale, and I started to sink into the cushions and truly relax. "I''ve been watching you from time to time. I wasn''t able to see you when you went to the fire plane. I was curious to know what you''d end up contracting with, but I have to say, good job. A royal phoenix as a contracted familiar. Very few souls in the universe can claim to accomplish such a feat." I frowned. Looking over Zharia, nothing about her tiny, sparrow-like body screamed royal to me. "Royal? Zharia, are you a princess or something?" I asked skeptically. Zharia bounced once and landed on my shoulder. "Of course, I''m a royal phoenix, master. Do you not see my feathers?" she chirped as she spread her wings. "You can tell by the number of colours her feathers have. Red, gold, blue, orange, and I imagine she''ll acquire her fifth color when she evolves, either the third or fourth tier. She''ll be absolutely stunning when she matures." Zharia cooed as she strutted back over to ¨¢ine. I was afraid her head would explode if she got any more prideful. An awkward silence followed till Cal cleared his throat. "I want you to know something. No matter what happened inside that rift, I''m proud of you. To do what you did while not even being tier one, without having been in this world of magic for more than a month, it''s beyond impressive. And you should never forget that. You''re not useless, not dead weight. Without you, that rift would have ended much sooner," he said seriously. He leaned forward and held my gaze, his eyebrows furrowed. "Even if you say that I should have done more. At the very least, I should have held onto Sam. Now she''s dead. I''m only alive because I had ¨¢ine, and last I checked, Sam didn''t have a healing skill," I grounded out, my tone harsh. "Then silence yourself and stop the self-doubt and blaming. I took so long to greet you outside the rift because I was busy calling in a favour. Sam''s alive. I don''t know where she is as she is still traveling through the void, but a goddess who is a seer tracked her soul. She is still alive." I shot out of my chair and stood up. My fists clenched, and I stomped down my desire to cuss him out for not leading with that info. "Can we get to her, can you? She could be dying right now!" I yelled. He pointed to the couch and waited until I sat down to speak. "The answer is no. When the rift broke, you two were spat into the void, the space between reality. Time, distance, everything loses meaning in there. Even on the off chance she does appear back on this planet, you''d never be able to physically get to her in any meaningful time. Cyrus, do you even understand the large this world is?" "What do you mean?" With a sigh, he sat back and tilted his head to the sky. The sun was hidden behind clouds of grey, with the occasional beam of light piercing in spots where the clouds were thinnest. "As I was recovering, I was given a chance to explore memories of your old world. Earth, I believe you called it. Certainly bold to call your world dirt. If I were to put into perspective how large this world is compared to your old one, I''d say it''d be the difference between Earth versus Urah-nus. This world is massive in comparison and lacks the easy forms of travel you''d have access to on your old one, not to mention the spatial anomalies or expanded zones that Inoria is known for. You may never see Sam again for a long, long time," Cal explained. My anger flared and then dived. The tug of war between rage and normalcy raged for over a minute straight. I bit my lip and tasted blood. It no longer tasted like iron. Rather, it tasted almost like wine, a savory sweetness that filled my nose with its scent. "There has to be something you can do. You are a god. You''re telling me you can''t even do something as simple as that?" I grounded out accusatorily. He chuckled a short mirthless laugh. "I think you don''t understand how godhood works, Cyrus¡ªsomething I''ll correct in the future. Us gods are limited, shackled by rules and covenants. The current iteration of the Grand Weave has a much stricter policy on what the gods are allowed to do to mortals. Especially mortals who are not directly related to us in some way, whether that be via position or kinship. Maybe if I was a bigger god with followers around the world, I''d be able to step in and find a way to help you reunite with Sam. The truth, though, is that I''m not. I''m barely even a god at this point, Cyrus. My powers are beyond weakened, and I couldn''t interfere directly." I contemplated his words are looked at him closer. I couldn''t tell if anything was physically wrong. The truth was, I barely knew Cal. Maybe he looked slimmer than the last time I saw him, but it could have easily been me imagining things. Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. "There''s really nothing you can do? Nobody, you can ask?" "No. I would have if I could, but I can''t. Your most realistic choice is to continue living and growing strong enough to seek Sam out yourself. Ascend, Cyrus. Become immortal and use that strength to shape reality for your own whims. She is a big girl, tough as steel. Believe in her to grow strong on her own, and you''ll be fine. It beats pleading to the air, hoping for a miracle that won''t come." Zharia and ¨¢ine came over and nuzzled into both sides of my neck. It was soothing and helped me settle down my emotions. I didn''t want to accept his words. I didn''t want to wait and hope I''d see Sam again someday. But, if even a god says so, I couldn''t ignore it. This wasn''t some story about a hero who defies the gods and always wins through the power of hope. He was right. There was nothing to do but become strong enough to do something. However long that''d take. "Thank you for checking up on her. You didn''t have to, and I know I barely know you, but nonetheless, thank you. At the least, I can cross that off my list." He chuckled in response and gave me a faint smirk. "Yeah, we''ll need to work on that. I''m starting to get worried that the list will never stop growing. Don''t get me wrong. I''ll answer any and all questions you have for me, but at some point, you should probably find a library to sit down and study at." I looked back at the inn and stared at the now-closed door. The screams were gone, but a low-pitched howling sound came through every dozen seconds. "Since you can apparently read my thoughts, I guess there''s no reason to dance around the issue," I stated, giving him a low glare. "What the fuck is wrong with me? I''m starting to feel bipolar, going from one mood swing to another. I''m not an angry person. I have never raged the way I did. It''s like I''m no longer in control of my body." In response, he snapped his fingers, and an orb of scarlet flames appeared above his palm. It slowly changed shape until it represented what looked like a tiny silhouette in the form of my body. "First of all, I won''t be able to read your thoughts anymore. Now that you know, unless you want me to, your mind is your own. Not to say I couldn''t force my way in, but I shall refrain from doing that to my own blood. Focus on what''s in my hand. This is you, wholly intact, Or to be more precise. It''s what you are supposed to look like. You can''t see the individual mana particles there, but they exist and help form the whole. You can''t see the intricate weaving of magic to give shape to this, but it''s there. With my complete control over my mana, you can barely even tell this is made from fire, flames, billowing, and moving," he explained. With his other hand, he conjured a ball of black fire that slowly overtook the silhouette. After the black flames settled down and disappeared, he held up the now ragged-looking silhouette. "This is you after your brief dip into the void. You see how your body is no longer whole. Shredded, ripped, beaten down." The once stable flame was now flickering in and out. Where once a homogenous colour of scarlet red, there were now streaks of black spreading throughout the body like poison. "After you came out of the void, this is the state your body was in. Your mana pathways were infected by hostile mana that, while quick to fade, entered your body like a whirlwind of blades ripping into it from the inside out. You repaired them to the best of your abilities through time and lots of mana. You recovered the whole, returned the flesh, aligned the metaphysical, and gave it time to heal. Except, there was something you didn''t fix. Something you had no idea existed and would have been able to heal." He closed his hand into a fist and slowly spread out his fingers. This time, instead of a ball of flames, it was an ephemeral crystal of soft pink light. I couldn''t describe it, but it felt familiar and foreign. Like a face that I knew I should recognize but couldn''t quite place. "And what is that supposed to represent?" I asked, already guessing at the answer. With a smirk, his eyes flashed a myriad of colours. The floating crystal exploded in my sight. The world faded away, and I was quickly overtaken by the endless patterns and sigils woven together in a lattice. I couldn''t look away as the sigils and runes seared into my brain. As blood started dripping from my eyes, the crystal returned to normal. My heart was beating fast, and I gripped my head between my legs, groaning softly. ¨¢ine''s healing magic washed over me, and I slowly regained my breathing. When I looked up and saw the smile on Cal''s lips, my anger flared again. If it weren''t for the flood of thoughts coming from my familiars, I would have lost myself to the emotion. No longer smiling, he made the crystal disappear and lowered his hands into his lap. "You''re lucky that wasn''t a real soul that I exposed you to. To an untiered individual like yourself, it would have turned your brain into an irreparable mush. That was a facsimile of your soul, Cyrus. And from your experience, I''m sure you can tell how complicated souls are. It''s why we gods laugh at the face of necromancers who claim themselves a master of souls. It''d be as if they painted with legoblocks and called themselves an artist," he explained in a derisive tone. "And what did that experience teach me outside of trying to turn my mind into putty and give me a killer headache?" I growled out. "It taught you that no matter how impressive your healing is, how amazingly good ¨¢ine can be at using her skill, you would have never been able to tackle something as complicated as damage to the soul. And what you don''t know, what you lack, relative to my point, is that the void damages more than just your body, physical or otherwise. It damaged your soul, Cyrus. Albeit minute damage, more like a tiny scratch than an actual wound. It was enough to weaken the framework for the seal inside you." He let out a deep sigh when I said nothing and laced his fingers together. "Tell me, Cyrus. What''s your name?" I snorted, half in confusion, half in the strangeness of such a question. "You know my name. It''s Cyrus." "Cyrus? Cyrus, what?" he asked seriously. "What do you mean? It''s Cyrus. What are you getting at." "Did you never stop and think as to why your status only says, Cyrus? Come on and tell me. What is your full name?" "It''s Cyrus! My name is... Cyrus..." I stopped and tried to think of my name. When I couldn''t, I pulled up my status and stared at the top of the page. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn ( Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 No matter what I thought of, I couldn''t remember my middle or last name. I knew I had a name back on Earth. My parents were... I couldn''t think of my parents'' names. Only their faces blurred out and undetailed. I held my two familiars close and tried to relax my stiffened muscles. "I... I don''t know what my last name is. What''s going on?" "The seal was meant to last at least a year or more. The void may have only inflicted a surface-level scratch, but that was all it took to unravel the memorylock. And with the memorylock coming undone, your body''s instinctual urges and feelings are bleeding through. All that rage and anger, the adrenaline that comes whenever you face danger, is no longer being filtered and toned down. You''re not insane, Cyrus. You''re being forced to experience the emotional aspect of being a part of demonkind." When he opened his mouth to speak again, he raised his hand to cover it and started coughing. The cough became wet hacking as obsidian-colored blood seeped through his fingers. He conjured a folded, embroidered cloth to wipe his mouth dry. His tail stopped mid-flick, and his eyes stared at the door to the inn. "Ah, curses. The wards are gone. Incoming." he muttered. I wanted to ask him what he meant, but there was a loud crash, and the door erupted into a forest of vines. There was a moment of heavy pressure pushing down on me, but it disappeared about the same time Brelten came rocketing out of the inn. Covered in a growing set of wood armour, with an emerald aura flashing from his body, the tall man brandished his mace with a shield of thorns in his other. When he landed, he looked over and took in the scene. His eyebrows cocked at the sight of me sitting on a couch, but his weapon and shield slipped from his grasp when he looked over at a waving Cal. His jaw slacked open, and a genuine look of panic appeared in his eyes. The next second had me open my mouth in wonder as Brelten slammed his knee into the ground and hung his head. "I, Brelten Gitollo, apologize for my actions! I greet thy god and beg that the village be spared of all blame." Chapter 12: More Questions, More Answers Seeing the tall, powerful man kneeling in supplication felt wrong. When I pictured Brelten, I thought of an unbowed redwood standing against the world. There wasn''t any detectable presence of his mana. If anything, the man seemed smaller and more reserved. It felt wrong and was starting to make me feel uncomfortable. Cal, for his part, tsked in annoyance and waved a dismissive hand. "Despite my reputation, I am not such a petty deity that I''d destroy a village because you reacted to a perceived threat," he said dismissively. When he snapped his fingers, Brelten twitched but remained kneeling. "The wards are back up, but do not disturb them again. I want to finish my discussion with my scion in peace. Do keep out the nosy mouse trying to slip between the shadows." Brelten was a statue until Cal waved him away. In the same motion, the guildmaster stood up and launched himself back into the inn. A loud thumping sound was heard, but Cal''s wards must have reactivated the sound barrier since all sounds cut off a second later. I raised my eyebrows in confusion and gave the god a weird look. "Is that how you normally act around people who aren''t your adoptive children?" I asked suspiciously. "Sometimes. I''m not one for titles and formality, but if I tried talking to him the way I talk to you, he''d have been even more scared. Gods are an existence above mortals and existence above ascenders. Normally, unless you''re a head priest or a divine champion, you''ll never meet a god. I might have given the poor man a heart attack if I had tried to be friendly and casual. Formality brings rules, and rules are easier to cope with. Not to my liking, but it is what it is. I imagine he''s already started monitoring the village and is actively prepared to jump in and keep people away. It beats the mass panic that would surely break out otherwise," Cal said in a tired tone. I didn''t want to make the situation worse by talking longer than we needed, so I cut to the chase. "So why should I not be beyond furious at you for not telling me about a seal to my memories? And then I find out it''s been what? Suppressing my emotions? If you learned anything from my memories, then you understand how I would have felt about my mind being fucked with!" The longer I talked, the more I felt myself starting to rile up. I didn''t think it was a building rage like all the other times I got angry, but rather a natural symptom of feeling betrayed and lied to, even if it was a lie of omission. "Don''t think it''s special to feel angry about mind control. In the kingdom you are currently in, most forms of mental skills are outlawed. Unless they are used as passive resistance or utility like telepathic communication, all ascenders with a mental manipulation skill are tracked at all times. Not saying people don''t use such skills; rather, it''s a very hush-hush situation." "That doesn''t answer my question at all!" He ignored my outburst and conjured a table. On the table were purple cookies with white chunks and a pitcher of cool pink water. He summoned two plates and cups and helped himself to the snacks. Something about the cookies, in particular, made my head hurt. Wiping away some crumbs, he washed them down with the drink and sat back. "Before you get angry, take a cookie and shut up for a moment. It should quell the headache you''re feeling." I begrudgingly grabbed one of the coloured cookies and took a sniff. It smelled like berries, while the white chunks were obviously chocolate. It had a hint of sweetness that wasn''t too overpowering to the nose. When I bit into it, a memory played in my head. It was of Sam and I sitting around the living room with two controllers hooked up to the TV next to us. My heart ached when I saw her smile and laugh at something I said. I remembered that day. It was one of the last times she asked me to make her those cookies before she had to watch her sugar due to her new medication. Before I knew it, a tear leaked down my face, and I put the cookie down while wiping my face with the back of my hand. "That was needlessly cruel to remind me of that. I didn''t need to remember that," I said with a shaky breath. "Cruel or not, it''s your memory to reclaim. Now that you understand what it''ll be like moving forward, let me clarify things. Cyrus, your world is soft. You are soft. Your upbringing, while tragic, is soft in comparison. You guys have wars, natural disasters, and assholes just as Inoria does, but it does not compare," he said bluntly. I didn''t refute him, and when he saw I wasn''t going to say anything, he continued. "That''s not always the case for a Reborn, but it was for you. Generally speaking, the Weave puts in the memorylock so you''ll stay alive long enough in this world to adapt. Did you really think you could chase monsters the size of small adults with nothing but a spear? Not even mentioning how insane it would be transitioning from whatever your original race was to your new one? Imagine an aquatic race who only knew how to transmit sounds and vibrations to see and communicate. Suddenly you''re on land with wings and a tail that never existed with lungs that breathe air and not water. The Grand Weave compensated you for being whisked from your world, but it also invested in you. Don''t forget that." "Then why not tell me about it?" "I would have, but it''d have done you no good if I mentioned it in the beginning. And I was pressed for time when I last saw you. Besides, it wasn''t like all of your memories were sealed, just most of them. Especially the core parts of you that would have actively hindered your adjustment to this world." "You promise that? You swear that you would have told me?" I asked seriously. He matched my gaze. "Yes. I swear to the Grand Weave itself on my authority as a god that I tell the truth," he voiced his words, giving off a pressure that made them feel heavy and tangible. Somehow I knew that the Weave would have punished him if he lied. You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. "So what do I do about these anger management issues? I refuse to be the kind of person that''d murder someone just because they mildly annoyed me," I said exasperatedly. "Good, good. If you did, then I would have to actually intervene. My domain is not one of needless rage, and it wouldn''t do to have my only heir act like it is," he said playfully. He gave me a smirk and took another cookie off the plate. "Truthfully? I can try putting in a temporary seal to help filter out the rage and savagery. But know this. It would be a bandaid at best. It won''t last forever, both because that''s a harmful crutch and because it won''t last long with all the changes going throughout your body. The only real way to not lose yourself to the anger is to train against it. Do what the Orukan do, and learn to coexist, be the master of yourself, and control your emotions." "Orukan? Orcs? This world has orcs? How much does the stuff from my world hold weight in the universe?" "Not the same orcs you know from Earth. I''m sure those kinds exist in other worlds, but not any that I know. While they sometimes deal with a racial rage perk, Inoria''s Orukan is more martial and spiritually orientated than big, mean, war-driven muscle machines. Think of them more like monks who nomadically travel around the seventh continent going around living off the land in a tribal way but also sidelining as spiritual gurus who just so happen to think duelistic combat is the best means to enlightenment." "Err... ok. That''s actually kinda cool. But what about demons? Surely, not all demons have anger issues. How do we even function as a species if that''s the case." "Mmmm.... you''re right. Not all demons have anger issues. The first thing to understand is that demons are from a higher plane. Technically, a higher realm, but that doesn''t matter right now. What that means for us as a species is that we experience emotions much more drastically than those of the lower realms. Demons embody the extremes, and whether that is hyper-sexuality, deep sadness, excessive, uncontrollable rage, you will deal with it. For us, Felkins, it''s a mixed bag. It depends on the lineage, and yes, my lineage means you''ll have to deal with being prone to anger easily. And no, I won''t tell you who my parents are. They don''t matter." I munched on another cookie and gave some to Zharia while letting ¨¢ine have some of the lemonade-like water. There was a lot of new information to process, and every new tidbit only made me want to ask another ten more. With a glance behind me, I relented to the idea of having to ask more questions at a different date. Part of me wanted to head upstairs and sleep. The stress may have been keeping me going for the last two weeks, but it was starting to take its toll. I held up two fingers and sat forward. "Last two questions. When can you do the sealing thing you mentioned? And what do I do from here? I... I don''t know what to do. Without Sam, I don''t want to stay here. With my emotions in flux, it wouldn''t be healthy." He stood up, and I followed. With a clap of his hands, the couches and the table disappeared. The plate of cookies and a strangely full pitcher of lemonade hovered in the air. "Take the cookies and drink. Nobody would begrudge a father for giving their child some food," he said. I channeled my mana and summoned Chomperz. The little dragon hovered at eye level with the god and sniffed his horns. With a tiny nod, the dragonling turned around and sucked in the food with a loud chomp. As fast as he appeared, he disappeared back into my chest, returning to my soulspace. "I''ll do it right now before I leave. It''ll be crude and fragile, but I''ll recreate it the next time I see you. Give or take a week," he said while walking behind me. "Turn around and take off the vest. I need access to your back." I took off the beaten and scratched leather vest with difficulty. Ultimately, it came apart into a pile of shreds at my feet. The damage it sustained proved too much for the piece of armour. My shirt underneath was in the same condition, and I resolved to find a new piece of clothing rather than trying to save the tattered cloth. With the god behind me, I started to feel nervous, but a moment later, his warm hand touched the small of my back. I felt his mana pierce into me and spread outward. I tried to probe the mana with my own and guess at the flavour of his mana, but it was like looking at a painting with drunk glasses on or trying to taste a five-course meal while being sick. The difference in tiers between the god and me was too much, and before I could make a second attempt, the mana flared before shrinking into a tiny sigil inside my soulspace. It left no hint as to what the mana was made of, and it added no weight to my soul that I could feel. "If I wasn''t so weakened, I could make that cleaner, but oh well. It''s not like anyone will be able to notice it and critique my work," he complained. I wanted to summon another shirt, but I figured it''d be better to bathe before I needlessly ruined another piece of clothing. Burnt hair and blood covered my body, along with random splotches of dirt and mud. Cal tapped my shoulder and turned me around. "To answer your final question, it depends on what you want. You said you don''t want to stay here, but give it some thought. You know the area, have a place filled with people you know, and there''s plenty of space for you to grow. But if you''re dead certain about leaving, then talk to the guildmaster. Your biggest priority should be acquiring a full set of skills and passives. As long as you remain unslotted, then you''ll stay weak. You''ll stay mortal." "Thank you, Cal. For intervening, for choosing me, for showing up and talking to me. You didn''t have to, even if I''m some fancy heir, scion, or whatever. And thank you for looking out for Sam. I may not remember my father from Earth, but you''re pretty cool," I said seriously. My inner thoughts were in turmoil, but I meant every bit of sincerity I offered. Calstrax gave me a broad smile, revealing large, pearly-white fangs. He raised his hand and moved it over my head, but at the last second, he hesitated and lowered back to his side. "It''s the bare minimum, Cyrus. And, uh, don''t worry about the whole dad thing. It''s a joke, and I don''t want to take it too far when your memories are all messed up. Remember to tell the guildmaster not to worry. He won''t believe you, but he''ll wind down eventually," Cal said softly. With a flick of his tail, he was gone. The noises blocked by the wards flooded in and overwhelmed me momentarily. Giving a final sweep across the empty village streets, I relaxed my shoulders and rolled my neck. Zharia and ¨¢ine rejoined me back on my shoulders. "Grandpa smells funny. He smells of sweets and spices," Zharia chirped. "Warm and cold," Aine added. "Grandpa? I''m not sure we''re allowed to call a god grandpa," I said in surprise. "You call him father." The tiny bird had a point. I was curious as to how they described him. I smelled or felt nothing outside of his warm hand when he put in the new seal. It was something to note for the future. I gave both my familiars a gentle pat on the head and knocked on the inn''s door. The door was flung open an instant later, with Brelten guarding the frame. Seeing me, he looked behind me before stepping aside and letting me in. The beastkin was gone, but the blood was still there, staining the right wall and a table. I ignored the wide-eyed looks the others gave me and walked up to Bera. Summoning three silvers, I set them down on the bartop and smiled at her. "I''ll take a room if you have one. And I need a bath, if you don''t mind." Chapter 13: A Talk With Brelten Thankfully nobody asked me anything about how I was doing or my talk with a god. The bath was a divine way to spend time, and I would have stayed in here all day if I didn''t think Bera would get worried and check up on me. Zharia and ¨¢ine had decided to return to my soulspace for the night, so I was left alone for the moment. I wanted to process everything I learned and deal with it, but at the same time, I locked it inside a box in the furthest corner of my mind. I had no doubt that Brelten was ready to dissect my brain and ask me a few dozen questions, but I also doubted anyone would begrudge me if I stayed in my room all day. Before I got out of the bath, I had a random desire lodge in my mind, and I summoned the enchanted candy pouch into my hand. It was such a silly little item that amounted to nothing extraordinary in terms of this world''s wonders, but it made me happy to have it. I reached in and pulled out a box of gum, a large candy bar, and what looked like a candy ring. I unwrapped a stick of gum and popped it into my mouth. It tasted like spearmint with cooling crystals. It helped soothe the minor headache I was feeling, and I slipped lower into the bathwater. Surely, Bera wouldn''t begrudge another thirty minutes. Freshly cleaned and newly clothed, I made my way up the stairs. Several patrons sat at the bar and tables, but a muted silence was in the air. The people spoke in hushed whispers, and most seemed to keep their heads down as they ate. There was no way any of the villagers knew what happened, but the dour faces of all the adventurers in the room might have something to do with the sour mood. Dyllan and Edithe were gone, but Matias was still nursing a drink in the corner. His eyes were distant, and his face remained apathetic. I felt bad for the elf, but I wasn''t a psychiatrist. I was barely dealing with my own mental issues. Bera gave me a worried look, and I returned it with a shrug. She pointedly looked at the stairwell where Brelten was leaning against the wall, his eyes staring a hole into my head. With a sigh, I walked over to the stairs and tried to head up, but as I stepped on the first wooden step, Brelten stood up. "Cyrus. Do you have a minute?" Brelten asked hesitantly. I reluctantly turned around and regarded the man. His presence was still being restrained somehow, making him look smaller than he really was. "Let''s talk in my room. I suppose it would be unfair of me to avoid you," I replied. We made our way up the stairs, his footsteps strangely silent as he followed me up. Bera had kept my room reserved while I was in the rift. It wasn''t much, but it did bring a sense of familiarity that I desperately needed. With the room not being all that large to begin with, I took the bed and waited for Brelten to find a comfortable place to sit on the floor. "So, what do you need, Brelten? I already gave you my recollection of what happened. I apologize for torching Retas. My emotions are a little chaotic currently. I won''t lie and say it didn''t feel good, but I know it was a bit of an extreme overreaction on my part," I said. He stared at me for a long moment before tapping the floor with his finger. A small blip of mana entered the wood, and the floor sucked it up. Within a dozen seconds, a chair had grown out from underneath the man, perfectly shaped to fit his body. "Much better. No offense to you, but it felt weird having a conversation as heavy as this while looking up at you like a kid to his school teacher," he admitted. I snorted but remained silent. "I''ll cut to the heart of it and ask you who that was. I know as a Reborn, you are forced to interact with the gods at least once. And the god responsible for your death is forced to give a gift of retribution. However, that does not mean a god descends with an avatar to speak with said Reborn." "What do you mean descends with an avatar? Why do you think that?" I asked in confusion. "I''d rather not stray off-topic, but I''ll answer your question. As you should know, a god is an ascended immortal. This means their very presence could damage reality itself if they were to actually appear in a lower realm such as ours. Maybe a freshly made ascended god, one that is tier five, could potentially stay in this realm for a temporary amount of time. There is a reason why this world does not have anyone above tier four. The world rejects you if you try to damage it. The Grand Weave makes sure you are forced to ascend when you reach the lower realm''s limits." His words made sense. I kept reading about how Inoria was a lower realm, and Cal mentioned higher realms himself, but it never stuck with me as something so serious. Of course, it made sense that the Weave would make sure mortals were afforded at least some measure of safety from the higher tiers. For some reason, though, I suspected Cal did not use an avatar. I don''t know why, and I couldn''t confirm with one hundred percent certainty, but for some reason, I doubted that Cal was not actually there. This, of course, leads to the fact that Cal would have to be a tier-five god. But the way he spoke and the general sense of authority I felt from the god made me think that was incorrect. Either way, I brushed that info aside and examined the guildmaster. "You look much more stressed than last I saw you." The man had visible stress lines around his eyes, and he kept looking at me with a stoic face marred by brief flashes of worry. "It''s been a stressful few days. The others came out of the rift about four days ago. The portal exploded, and Dyllan appeared nearby. Torn up, with his intestines hanging out, bleeding with a massive hole in the middle of his chest, only with the help of Theodore and the others we managed to stabilize him enough that he didn''t die on the spot. When you, Sam, and the rest of Talon didn''t show up, I was worried you got sent far away. I had everyone do a far-ranging sweep through the Yidelwoods, but we couldn''t find any trace of you guys. At that point, I was led to believe Arz''odral killed you and escaped the rift." This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. "I''m pretty sure I arrived at the dungeon about a day ago. Definitely wasn''t three days ago. I''m going to assume I spent a longer amount of time in the void. That or time is just weird when you are outside of reality." He looked at me with worry and a touch of guilt. "You shouldn''t be alive, not really. Not at your tier. I''m glad that you are. Did the god I saw tell you anything about Sam?" "Said she''s alive. No clue where she is, no clue how well she is, but she''s alive. And I''m most likely not going to see her for a long time. Not unless I somehow catapult my way up the tiers. I''m uh... I''m still making peace with that fact. For now, I''ll have to hope and believe we''ll both stay alive long enough to see each other again." My shoulders sagged, and I leaned back on the bed. A flare of anger and sadness wormed its way into my head, and I tamped it down. "I think it''s best I don''t think too hard on that. Not sure my emotions can handle it." He hesitated, then sat up straight. "So who was that? I know most of the major pantheons in Inoria, but I don''t recognize him. And if you''re willing, what''s their relation to you?" I smirked at the idea of telling him I was a god''s son, but I felt it was best to be precise rather than joke around. "When I was being reborn, Calstrax, the god you saw, proposed a deal. He took over paying the gift of retribution from a goddess named Zuldraea. And as a side bonus, he made me his scion. I took after his form and became a Felkin with the healing skill stone he gave me morphing into my first summon, Verdant Healer." I flashed him my status sheet, making sure to include the new perk and skills I gained. His eyes widened, but he mastered himself and continued to regard me with a controlled face. "I''m glad to see you gained some things from your time in the rift. Congratulations, even if they did come at a cost. I do have to ask, do you know how serious that perk is?" "The Child of Mana perk? It''s pretty impressive, I suppose. I''m not entirely sure since I had a large mana pool, to begin with," I said cheekily. "Don''t be a smartass. And yes, that perk is impressive. I only know of it from some records in the kingdom''s library, but it''s pretty powerful. A large increase to your mana pool, a higher efficiency in both mana usage and regeneration, along with a faster channeling speed. But ignoring that, I meant the Scion of Calstrax perk. Do you know how serious that perk is?" Something about his tone made me pay more attention to how serious he was. "I don''t think I do, not entirely. I don''t think Cal wants me to think of it as something so serious. So far, he treats me more like an adoptive son than anything else." Brelten''s eyes twitched the shortening of Cal''s name, and he whispered something under his breath about gods and curses. "I''ll gloss over the whole calling a god by a nickname thing and move on. From what I understand from my lessons on divinity, gods have different boons or perks they can bestow. At the base level, a follower of a god might find a champion, or certain high-level priests help them or answer their prayers. An example being a farmer praying to Akemiss, a god of agriculture and fertility, for a good harvest. Said god might send someone to repair the soil or use their skill to grant rainfall for dry land. That''s a common interaction one might find themselves having with a god." "The concept of a god interacting with their followers feels strange to me. On Earth, there were plenty of religions with vastly varying beliefs, but from what I can tell, no actual god or goddess or divine being existed. " "Not surprising since your world was outside of the Weave''s influence. For me, it''s common knowledge from the day you start learning lessons in the church. Respect the beings far above our existence, at least, until your strong enough to join their ranks. Your wishes may not always be granted, and your prayers may go unheard, but generally speaking, a god tends to their flock." "So if a follower like a farmer is at the bottom, what are the other ranks?" He paused then a decent-sized leather-bound book appeared in his hand. He tossed it onto the bed. "Read that when you have time. It gives some basic info, names, and descriptions of the major gods and pantheons." "Thanks." "No problem. And to answer your question. Next in the hierarchy would be anyone with a minor perk bestowed by the god. Usually, priests are granted one, which can be greater or lesser depending on their rank. Sometimes adventurers can earn a god''s boon by blessing if they do certain helpful tasks or are devoted to a specific god. After that, there are champions. Champions are someone a god has invested heavily in of their power to uplift. It ranges from providing skill stones, granting them a special perk, and even having the rest of their followers help them. Most champions tend to be paladins, but that is not always true." "And what about scions? Where do I fit in?" "A scion is... hmmm. I would place them higher than a champion. In technical terms, it would be akin to a prince or princess. They are certain royalty of the divine that commands loyalty and respect from the god''s followers. Many champions have found themselves the trusted bodyguard of a scion. In a way, the relationship Calstrax has with you so far is appropriate in terms of him being an adoptive parent. Though usually, it is more aligned with an honoured elder or patriarch. I hope that explains it properly to you. I highly recommend you read the book and visit a church when you have the time. A priest would be happy to answer any questions you have. They have a special interest in most Reborns." Brelten stood up, and with a tap of his foot, the chair sank back into the ground in a weird display of wood shrinking inside itself. When whatever he did was done, the floor looked unblemished and as clean as it did before we entered the room. He walked to the door and pulled it open but stopped below the doorframe. "I''ll leave you be for now. I really should have waited to talk to you about all this tomorrow, but I had to find out if a god was starting to take special interest in the village. It seems we will need to build a church far sooner than we planned. For now, I''ll leave you to rest. Please come to the guildhall and ask Talis to meet me if you need anything." "Thank you, Brelten. I''ll probably see you tomorrow then." He paused again and seemed to hesitate before he shook his head and walked out the door. Before walking away, he glanced over and gave me a sympathetic smile. "I''m glad you¡¯re safe, Cyrus. Take care of yourself. Don''t do anything stupid." And with those final words, he walked off and left me alone in a silent room. It was still daylight, as it was barely noon, but I decided the day had been tiring enough that I just wanted to take a long nap. With that, I closed the door and flopped myself onto the bed. The nightmares didn''t take long to start terrorizing my mind. Chapter 14: A Few Things to Do Grasping hands reached for my face. Move. Run. Squirm. Nothing. There was no escape. THERE IS NO ESCAPE! I launched myself out of my bed and scrambled to the far wall. Instinctively, my mana flooded my pathways as I scanned the room for the threat. The sun was still out, so the room was decently lit with next to no shadows. My heart was racing, drowning all sound as it thumped in my chest. It took more than a minute to calm myself down. Once I realized that it was a nightmare and not an actual monster ready to kill me in my sleep, I relaxed the current of mana coursing through me and slowly slid down the wall. When I held up my hands, I saw that they were shaking uncontrollably. For some reason, the sight of myself shivering in some messed-up cocktail of fear and anxiety made me laugh. It wasn''t a joyous laugh but rather a vocal release of tension. I''m sure I looked insane as I laughed at nothing while shaking like a frightened puppy. That laugh turned into a growl, and I clawed at the floor. Why the hell are you shaking, Cyrus? You throw yourself at monsters bigger than cars. You ate a fireball from a tier-two witch. You''re not this pathetic. You''re not this weak-willed! Stop it, damnit! When I raised my hands off the floor, I saw that I had left behind deep claw marks half an inch thick. I didn''t think Bera would appreciate the damage. I figured it was easier to apologize right away rather than try to hide it. I didn''t actually believe Bera would be too mad about it, especially if I explained the reason behind it. Not that I ever would. A quick check with my system clock revealed it was barely past four in the afternoon. It looks like I slept for a decent amount of time, but not nearly as long as I would have liked. I wasn''t ready to talk to people, so I picked up the book Brelten handed me. I might be able to find information on Cal. After an hour of studying, I summoned Chomperz and threw the book into the air. The little dragonling caught it within his suction vortex and swallowed the book before it hit the ground. With a friendly chomp, he rushed back into my soulspace. I was frustrated. The book was very informative about the major pantheons of Inoria. Cal mentioned this world was big, but I didn''t really think about what that meant for the number of gods that watch over it. According to the book, there was one main pantheon consisting of thirteen gods. However, there were twelve other officially known pantheons across all of Inoria. The book went out of its way to point out that not all gods were in a pantheon with other gods. Several smaller tribes of people or even monsters who worshipped minor divinities existed all over Inoria. And even after an hour spent committing all the information to memory, I couldn''t find a single entry or mention of Calstrax. Cal wasn''t lying when he said he wasn''t a name I''d find in temples and that he had no worshippers or devotees. The closest I got to discovering something about him was a minor god who usually took the form of a fox. That was it. No other gods or goddesses shared a similarity to Cal. Yet again, it was another thing to add to the list. Hopefully, there will be enough time to tackle most of my questions the next time we talk. With boredom starting to creep in, I decided to head out and do something. Anything would beat staring at the walls of the room. Before leaving the inn, I went to the bar and waited for Bera to leave the kitchen. When she saw me, she quickly served the food she was carrying and rushed over. When she neared, she grabbed me and gave me a hug. After I hugged her back, she held me with her arms extended and studied me from head to toe. "Cyrus, are you okay? You look a little rough, dear. I felt a tinge of embarrassment, but I patted her hands gently. "I''m doing fine. Had some trouble sleeping, is all. I, uh, I need to apologize. When I woke up, I accidentally fell, and I ended up scratching the floor. I''ll pay you whatever it takes to fix the damage, but I wanted to apologize first," I admitted. She shook her head and gave me a kind look. "Don''t be silly. I''ll have Brelten fix it the next time he stops by. However, do try not to cause any more damage if you can. Now, if you''re having trouble sleeping, I can make some tea for you. It''ll have you sleeping like an ogre after lunch," she said kindly. "Those exist? Never mind, of course, they do. I might take you up on that later. I''m going to head out and get some fresh air. See you later, Bera." She gave me another pat on the arm before she resumed her whirlwind of being a barkeep, server, and chef all at once. It was rather impressive how she managed everything. She certainly didn''t need any hired help. With nothing in particular to do, I decided it was time to properly re-arm myself. The knife was useful, but without a spear in my hands, I felt underequipped. It was funny, less than a month, and somehow, I felt weird about not having a weapon after a lifetime of being a pacifist. Somewhere, someday, in the future, I imagine my therapist downing cups of wine as they massaged their headache away. Not that I thought therapists existed in this world. As I stepped into Volan''s forge, I felt the comforting heat start drying my skin. The forge itself was blazing hot as the red brick glowed cherry red. Volan plunged his hand into the fire and grabbed what looked like a shimmering, yellow metal sphere. The oni was unbothered by the flames and hot metal. He casually inspected the sphere from all angles, turning it in his hands. Once he seemed satisfied with his inspection, he opened his mouth, and I felt a trace of mana flow through the air. Like when Sam and I first met Volan, the oni ate the heat coming off the sphere. Within a few seconds, he closed his mouth and set the orb on a nearby stone table. After ensuring it was secure, he turned around and froze when he saw me. That lasted a half dozen seconds before he marched over in a rush and grabbed me by the shoulders. Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. "You''re alive! By all the gods, you''re alive! I heard what happened, and I assumed you were dead when I didn''t see you amongst the survivors. Where''s your friend, Sam? Did my gear hold up? Do you need repairs?" he barked, his voice filled with relief and astonishment. I squirmed in his grip, and when he noticed my discomfort, he released me, freeing my arms. I was taken aback by the sense of concern the blacksmith displayed. Outside of a couple of times we went to see him for our gear, I hardly knew the man. It seems he cared more for random strangers than I would have expected. "Ahem, uh, it''s just me. There was an accident, and Sam and I were separated. Outside of her being alive, I don''t know where she is. I''m sorry," I said awkwardly. His face drooped into a frown, and his eyes sunk a little. He took a step back and gave a shallow nod. "No reason to be sorry, lad. I''m glad you made it out." I hesitated, but my curiosity got the better of me. "If you don''t mind me asking, and don''t take this the wrong way. Why do you care?" When his face started to scrunch, I held up my hands placatingly. "I don''t mean anything by it, it''s just Sam and I only ever shopped here twice. That''s hardly enough time to deepen our relationship enough for you to care so much." I wasn''t sure what I had to gain by asking him this, questioning his motives, or being suspicious of what looked like genuine concern. I wasn''t angry; I wasn''t feeling a spike of rage building, but rather, it was like an itch I needed to scratch. The oni stared at me in silence for a long time before grunting. He motioned for me to follow him into his store proper. "Not all blacksmiths feel this way, mind you. But for many, for those like me, when a customer buys your creations, you care. I create with pride, as all blacksmiths should. I smith weapons and armour. I treat leather, wrap handles, and all those other things needed for my chosen trade," he started. After we entered his store, he went behind the counter and leaned against the wall. "Every sword or dagger, any spear or shield I create, when someone buys it and uses it in situations that decide whether or not the wielder lives or dies, I care. I''m not stupid enough to feel responsible for people''s actions, but when a blade snaps or a piece of armour falls apart, I need to know that it wasn''t because of me. That I did my part in keeping someone alive, and I did all I could by doing the best I could at the time. So, as I said, while you two may have only ever bought something from me on two occasions, I essentially outfitted you both entirely with my work. You two not coming back alive from the rift weighed on my soul. There was a bit of concern that your deaths were because of me." His words were heavy, and he spoke with such a solemnity that I felt bad for my words from earlier. The man had a strange look in his eyes, and I could tell there was something in his past that attributed to this mindset, but I wasn''t going to push. Both because there was no reason to prod just to satisfy my curiosity and because I still needed a decent relationship with the man if I wanted to buy more things from him. "Thank you for answering me, Volan. I want you to know that your gear was the only reason I made it out alive, everything from the bracers on my arms to the free dagger you gave me. Without it, I''d be very much dead. And besides, nothing I could have bought would have done anything against what we faced. You did good, Volan." I gave the man a bow, dipping lower than I usually would. The action was starting to feel familiar the longer I stayed in this world. The oni huffed, and he scratched his cheek. "Fine. You don''t need to thank me. You paid for everything, after all. So why are you here? What can I do for you?" I summoned the scrap remains of my armour and gently set it on the countertop. As an afterthought, I took off my boots and placed them next to the scraps. Volan''s eye twitched, and he stared at the scraps with a snarl growing on his face. "These are what remains after going through hell. I need a new set as well as a new spear. A monster stole it from me after burning the building down around me," I explained, my tone sweet and innocent. His eye twitched again, but he grabbed the scraps and threw them into a bin while taking the boots and started inspecting them. It took over thirty minutes of bartering back and forth with the annoyed blacksmith, but eventually, I had a new set of leather armour and a spear. The boots had the dents beaten out, and the leather was restitched in places where the stitching had frayed, but the rest of my gear was brand new. This time, the leather was made up of dark blue scales that covered my entire upper torso. The hood was back, as well as a dark stained cape made of the scale material as the armour. Apparently, it was made from the drop snake Sam and I took down. When I mentioned that to Volan, he started lecturing me on knowing how to kill beasts better so I wouldn''t ruin the material so much. I wanted to point out that it was trying to crush Sam, but it didn''t seem to matter to the craftsman. The largest bulk of my money went into my new spear. It was similar in design to my old one, but there were a few differences. The middle of the shaft was wrapped in black leather with a grid pattern pressed into it. Volan explained that it was there to help with maintaining my grip. Instead of two wings at the base of the spearhead, there was a long half-crescent with the points facing downward. The final difference was the type of metal. The blade was made of a speckled silver metal called Sidosten, which was an uncommon metal similar to steel but looked like silver with specks of white splatter. Volan grumbled as he thrust the spear into my hands. "Don''t lose this one." I chuckled and summoned Chomperz. He swallowed the new armour and spear without much fanfare. He did stop and wave at the blacksmith before disappearing. I really wish I could communicate with the little guy. "I swear to try my best. I can''t make any promises, though," I offered. Before he could open his mouth to retort, the shop''s door swung open. "Hey, Volan! The captain has a new order to make. He needs some new swo-" a familiar voice called out. I turned around and gave a half-hearted smile. "Hello, Warren. How are you doing?" He took a step closer but then stopped in place. "Cyrus? You''re alive?" Chapter 15: Hunting Date Silence filled the room as none of us spoke. Volan grunted loudly and banged his fist on the counter. "Warren! What does Cedric want this time?" Warren''s eyes flicked over to the red-skinned oni and had a brief look of confusion cross his face till he straightened his posture and addressed the blacksmith. "Captain Cedric is requesting five new training swords, two long swords, four daggers, and a new spear for Mason, sir." After reading off the request, he stepped past me and dropped a sack of coins on the counter. Volan didn''t even bother opening the sack and tucked it behind the counter. After asking a few questions about specific weapon measurements, he grunted and left for his forge. Before he exited the building, he shouted goodbye in my direction. Now that Volan was gone, it was just the two of us as Warren kept giving me glances from the side. Honestly, the awkwardness felt so juvenile that I found myself chuckling at the absurdity of it all. When Warren started to look at me with concern, I motioned my chin to the door and started walking out. "How are you doing, Warren? I saw you guys earlier, and I was hoping to invite you and the others to dinner," I asked as casually as I could sound. "Oh, that sounds fine. I''m done for the day, but Marcus is helping Nadia finish some things. They can join us when they''re done. You thinking Oleanders?" Warren replied. I thought about saying yes, but another idea came to mind. "I got a better idea. Want to try hunting something in the forest? We can have dinner by the river." He raised his eyebrow and gave me a surprised look. "Didn''t you just get back? I''m surprised you want to head out already." I flashed him a toothy grin. "I took a nap earlier, so I''m feeling restless. Besides, I have a brand new spear that needs to be tested. I trust Volan, but it''d be nice to get a feel for it in real combat." Warren hesitated, and I watched him glance toward where the guard''s building was before he shrugged. "You know what? Let''s do it. I have something new I''d like to test out as well." We walked to the village gate. Warren briefly stopped and left a message with the guards stationed at the entrance. When I asked him about it he said it was in case Marcus or Nadia wanted to know where he was. We walked in companionable silence for nearly half an hour. It was refreshing not having to speak or talk to something. As good as it felt to know there were people who cared enough about me to be concerned, not having another person look at me with fear, worry, or pity felt good. Finally, after nearly forty-five minutes of peaceful walking, sounds of echoing impacts came from just ahead of us. Warren took out his sword while I summoned my new spear. Silently we stalked closer till we reached the edge of a small clearing. Stamping their hooves into the forest loam were two of the largest emberboars I''ve ever seen. The one on the left looked slightly bigger and had a series of scars covering its snout. Smoke was rising from their nostrils between the two as they flared their flames in an intimidating display. We crouched low and hid behind one of the larger trees as the two emberboars readied their charge. Almost in sync with each other, the beasts shot a jet of flames into the air with a deep squeal and charged. The smaller boar flared its flames higher as it rushed at the bigger one. The boar, which I assumed was the older of the two, met the challenge with a thundering crack as their heads smashed together. The younger boar flailed wildly in an attempt to knock the bigger one away, but the older beast almost calmly deflected every attempt. When the younger boar tried to launch itself forward, the elder boar leaned to the side to let it rush past, but not before grazing the younger one''s eye with its teeth. The younger boar raced to the other side of the clearing and turned around. The younger one roared jets of flames wildly as it raised its squeals into a long, drawn-out screech. With the first blood drawn, the elder beast stood its ground and waited for the second round to begin. Since the battle was briefly paused, I leaned closer to Warren and nudged him with the butt of my spear. "So what''s the plan, captain? How do you want to engage?" I asked jokingly. Warren looked surprised before he scowled at me. "Don''t call me that. I''m not a captain; honestly, I never want to be. And if the other guards hear you say stuff like that, they might get angry." It was evident by the tone of his voice he was serious, but I didn''t miss the small end of a smile appearing on his face before he banished behind another frown. I chuckled and motioned at the emberboars. "I don''t see any other guards around beside you. But fine, how do you want to handle this, Warren?" He didn''t respond at first as we watched the two beasts clash again. The younger boar managed to use its hooves to scratch a long gash on the other''s snout, but again it was forced to retreat as a large chunk was torn out of its neck. He finally answered when the boars paused to prepare for their third standoff. "I''ll take the bigger one. You handle the other beast. Let''s wait till they engage again. They''ll be focusing on each other and won''t see us coming," he replied. He started to stand up and turned to look at me. He flashed me a grin and held his chin out. "I got something interesting to show you. Marcus, Nadia, and I haven''t been sitting on our asses while you''ve been gone." I raised my eyebrow and exaggeratedly scoffed. "You sure you want the bigger one? If I remember correctly, you don''t exactly have the best track record when it comes to emberboars. You do remember it was only because a certain adventurer came along that you''re all healthy and walking, right?" "And I remember laughing from the sidelines as you and Sam tried to bonk a snake. I''m pretty sure I can handle the beast better than you can," he said confidently. When he saw my face darken, his eyes widened in realization, and he tried to apologize. Anger started to creep back into my veins, so I shook my head and moved past him. "Don''t apologize. Just make sure whatever you want to show me is worth it. If I have to summon ¨¢ine to heal you, I''ll let her punch your nose." He didn''t reply but nodded. I felt terrible for ruining the mood, but the thought of Sam was enough to fan the flames. Logically, I knew I was traumatized in some way by what happened, and it was fair for me to be touchy on certain subjects, but that didn''t mean I should take it out on Warren. Twenty seconds went by, and I started to feel my heartbeat drown out the sounds of squealing. I focused on the boar''s stomping and watched as the blood dripped onto the forest floor, staining the ground in red. Another small jet of flames shot out of the boar''s mouth, and a battle cry howled out of its mouth. As it rushed at the other beast, I launched myself forward with a kick. I heard Warren''s boots impact the ground behind me, but I ignored it. When the beast was halfway, I saw that the elder boar noticed us, but it was too late to stop its charge, and it was forced to commit to smashing its head against the other boar. The younger boar thrashed around, but it, too, must have noticed the armed men charging at them because it quickly disengaged and tried to face the new threat. I extended my arms and felt the tip of my spear enter the boar''s shoulder. The blade was supposed to stab deep into its injured neck, but it managed to turn itself enough that the blade impacted its bone. The unexpected resistance of bone recoiled into the shaft of my spear, and I stumbled my step. Not wanting to allow the beast the ability to capitalize on my fumble, I leveraged what momentum I had left to wrench the spear tip out of the bone and through the surrounding flesh. The squeal of anger turned into one of pain, and I found myself grinning. When it reared its head back, I tried to swipe a slash across its injured eye, but it lowered its head at the last second, and I only managed a shallow slice across its crown. I was prepared to step in and stab again, but the boar opened its mouth and shot a small cone of orange fire my way. The blast caught me unexpectedly, and I had to jump back. The fire failed to damage me, but I smelt burnt hair and was afraid to see if my eyebrows were suddenly missing. Fine, beastie! If you want to fight that way, then I''ll play your game. Let''s see who roasts who first! I thought. A tiny little bird gave me a resounding chirp of approval somewhere inside me. I channeled my mana and tried to direct it through my channels to activate two skills at once. When I started to feel an alarm of pain inside my chest, I stopped and summoned Zharia first. She appeared with her own battle screech and then properly broke into motes of light as I activated Spirit Lord''s Invocation. If the boar was surprised by the sudden appearance of a pillar of fire, it didn''t show it. Instead, it charged at me with its head down. I narrowed my stance and lowered my shoulder. As it neared, I braced my spear and let the blade sink until the wings started slicing into its chest. With force behind the boar''s charge, I allowed it to push me back as I kept a steel-fisted grip on the shaft of my spear. I was knocked back several feet, but eventually, the boar slowed to a stop. If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. With the spear embedded into it, I jumped near its eye and shoved my claw into its damaged eye socket. As I gripped the cheekbones of the eye, my other hand stabbed into the damaged part of his neck where a chunk of flesh was missing. As it screeched in agony, the realization of the savagery I was committing caught up to me. The boar''s blood covered my leather armour, and the sight drained away the adrenaline coursing through me. The final straw that broke me out of my battle frenzy was when it tried to bite into me and kept blowing little puffs of flames. With a quick flush of mana, I sent it racing across my hand that was puncturing its eye socket and twisted. A small flash of golden fire exploded its other eyeball out, and it collapsed. The boar was heavy, so I made sure to pull my hands back as it lifelessly slid into the dirt. The smell of cooked meat was starting to permeate the air, and I saw smoke wisping out of the beast''s body. I briefly closed my eyes and thought back to when I tried to absorb the witch''s fireball. I opened my mouth, inhaled, and drew in the remaining embers from the corpse. I felt it singe my throat, but the wisps of flames weren''t strong enough to break past my passive resistance. The echoing thunderclap of the elder boar striking wood made me remember I wasn''t alone. When I looked up, I was worried I would see a bloody guardsman on the ground, but thankfully, I was wrong. A scratch along his right arm, but relatively unharmed. He''s handled himself surprisingly well for a man without skills. He does look cute with how serious he looks. The elder emberboar was sporting three new cuts across its body. It looked like Warren had managed to deepen the cut on its leg while managing to puncture its stomach twice over. I was ready to step in and help, but it looked like he didn''t need my help, so I decided to wait and see how things played out. My heart, which was starting to regain normal rhythm, slowly began to beat faster as I detected mana coming from Warren''s hand. I wasn''t an expert on mana types, but the subtle green glow surrounding his blade made me guess it was either nature or poison. Warren slowly circled the boar as the beast leaned back and low to the ground. The boar kicked at the ground when Warren stepped closer and raced at the guardsman. It was fast, faster than Warren''s ability to dodge out of the way physically, but Warren then did something unexpected. I couldn''t feel it with my senses, but I saw a brief flash of light come off Warren''s feet as he moved out of the way. It was like an invisible hand grabbed him and forced him out of the beast''s path. Before the boar rushed past him, he sliced his sword across the boar''s flank. The cut wasn''t life-threatening, but I detected the transfer of mana between the blade and the beast. His sword was no longer dimly glowing, and I felt no mana radiating off the blade. Warren crouched low and waited for the boar to turn around. The beast seemed angry. It was stomping its feet twice as hard as before, creating a steady staccato sound as the crackle of flames started to flare up along the beast''s spine. Warren had a look of determination on his serious face, but I could see how hard he gripped the handle of his sword. His arm trembled, and his knuckles were white. If the boar was about to send out a blast of fire, I was ready to step in and absorb it. Interfering in his fight may have been rude, but there was no reason for letting him get torched to charcoal twice. The beast let out a battle squeal and started racing across the ground. I took a step but stopped as a sudden flare of mana drew my attention to Warren''s hand. He snapped his fingers, and I briefly felt the mana disappear before reappearing inside the boar''s body. The boar became a porcupine as massive thorns pushed their way out of the beast''s body. They didn''t cover it entirely, but I could see the largest cluster of thorns originated from the wounds Warren had inflicted. The boar slid across the ground, no longer able to hold itself up and continue the charge. While the beast was still alive, it wasn''t in any condition to fight. The battle was completed when Warren plunged his sword into the beast''s neck, finishing it off. As he freed the sword, I approached the beasts and crouched to examine the thorns. Warren plopped to the ground and tried catching his breath. "I think... I think I... I might have put myself in mana fatigue. I don''t have any left. T-the damn skill used all of it." I ran my thumb across the tip of the largest thorn. The thorn wasn''t sharp by any means, but it was ridged enough that it felt like sandpaper across my skin. I stood up and pulled out a flask of water from my inventory. "As cool as your new skill is, it did hell on the meat. Are they poisonous?" I asked. He took a swig from the flask, swished the water in his mouth, and spat it out. He took a deeper drink before handing the flask back to me and stared at the corpse. "They''re not. We can cut it open and tear the thorns out. Sorry, I didn''t think about how annoying it''d be to take them out," he replied. I summoned my field dressing kit and got to work. There was no way in hell I was going to suffer through actually dressing the beast, but I did need to take the thorns out for Arlen. Knowing the grump, he might actually stare me out of his shop. Warren sat next to me and started helping. It took us nearly a dozen minutes, but we pulled out every last thorn. The beast was poorly butchered, yet there was plenty of meat left untouched for Arlen to buy. Worst case scenario, I ask him to jerky most of it and buy it myself. As we finished up, I hip-checked the guardsman and crossed my arms. "New skills, huh? I''m guessing this is that interesting thing you wanted to show me," I asked. He blushed a little and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, Captain gave the three of us skillstones. We got them around the time you went into the rift. We have been meditating like crazy to raise the rank of the skills. Even if our skill slots are incomplete, it feels good to take the first step finally." "To the glory of becoming an ascendant. You guys aiming to become immortals, then?" "Oh no! That''s never happening. I uh... I only have six skill slots. I won''t reveal how many Marcus and Nadia have, but safe to say we are not destined to break from our mortal chains." "Shame. Hate to see that beard of yours go all white and aged," I commented playfully. He blushed harder but didn''t look away. "Talk about my skills later. What''s up with the whole flaming feathers look? Gotta say, the ring of fire makes you look regal, but the horns and feathers burning with golden flames make you look pretty intimidating. I''d have guessed you were a spirit if I didn''t know you. Is this your reward from the...rift?" He said the last words with some hesitation, but I smiled at him instead. "Yep. You''re not entirely wrong about the whole regal thing. The skill''s name is called the Spirit Lord''s Invocation. It lets me merge with my familiars. So far, I''ve only merged with Zharia, but I know I can use it with ¨¢ine. I just haven''t found the proper time to test it." "If you''re willing, I''d love to see that. Not every day do you get to see such a high-tiered skill. Is your little bird resting while she is merged with you?" "She''s in a weird state where she becomes like my background thoughts. Zharia maintains awareness, and I can communicate with her while I''m like this, but it''s kind of different. It''s hard to explain it, but as I said, I''m still testing it out." I undid the skill, and Zharia popped back into existence. She briefly landed on my shoulder and went on a mini rant about how bad the pigs were at using their fire. We laughed at her faux-rage, and she chirped goodbye before returning to my soulspace. "Do you want to wash off and eat some food? We can head back to town and eat at Oleanders if you want to grab the others." We both walked back the way we came and headed to where we saw the river run through the forest. "We can eat here and have a drink later at the inn. I''ll admit it''s been a while since I''ve bathed in the river. I think the last time I did it was with Marcus when we were kids," he replied. "Let''s hope it''s not too cold. Now, while we have some time. Tell me about your new skills. I assume the thorns were nature-aspected, but I couldn''t tell what your movement skill was." He briefly described his skills as we made our way to the river. Apparently, he was equally split between nature and earth affinity. The thorns skill was a bomb-like skill where he set a building charge of mana that, when manually activated, would explode out in a wave of thorns. And the weird dodge he made was from using a new earth-aspected skill. The skill was a little janky and hard to use, but it was a decent skill if he needed to quickly move out of the way. We got to the river as the sun started to go down, so we gathered some wood and started a fire before washing off. I wasn''t one to be ashamed of my body or nudity in general, but skinny-dipping in a river was enough to make my cheeks pink. Thankfully, Warren was silent as he removed everything he was wearing and waded into the flowing water. I joined him and summoned a bar of soap and a brush. "Someday, I''ll have my own dimensional storage. Being able to carry everything around with you is so convenient. If I had one during our survival training exercises, I wouldn''t have nearly died from exhaustion four times a day," he joked wistfully. I respectfully kept my gaze to glancing blinks as he started lathering his body with the soap. "Ah, but I''m sure the whole point of the training was to build up your stamina and endurance. If you didn''t spend a week nearly dying, how are you expected to carry all your gear while chasing down criminals?" I replied. A large splash was sent my way, and I was forced to duck below the water to avoid it. The large drops splashed against the top of my head, and I emerged from the river, slightly disorientated as I wiped my hair out of my face. I instinctively spun around with my fist aimed high when I heard Warren''s voice only a foot away. His eyes were saucer plates as he reacted to my startled reaction. He caught my fist in his left hand, but the sudden stop made me slip on the smooth stones I was standing on, and I fell forward into him. "Woah there! I''m so sorry, Cyrus. I didn''t mean to scare you! Are you okay?" he asked in a concerned voice. I blindly reached my hand out to steady myself, and I felt it press against his leg. I quickly jerked my hand back and stood up straight. That was a close one. Fuck, that was embarrassing. I gathered my willpower and regained my footing on the river bed. I caught sight of silver scales racing away, and I couldn''t help but laugh. The poor fish probably had no idea why two giants were thrashing around near its home. "Are you okay?" "I''m good, I''m good. Sorry about the punch. You startled me." He gave me a half-smirk and held up both hands in apology. "That''s my fault. I should have thought twice about sneaking up on somebody who just got out of a rift. I heard some of what you went through. Anybody would be a little on edge after all that happened. Make it up to you with a drink?" I narrowed my eyes, and I found myself smiling like a devil. "How about something else?" He crossed his arms again. "Like what? Guards don''t exactly have heavy coin purses." I took a small step closer till my chest almost touched his arms. "Not really what I had in mind." "Huh? Oh! Oooh." I moved in closer, and when he didn''t move away, I leaned in slowly and tilted my head up. Our lips met, and I felt him slowly reach around my waist and pull me closer. His tongue slid across my fangs, and he abruptly pulled away from the kiss. "Arrgh! Damn, those are sharp," he called out. I sighed, but his arms didn''t move away from my waist. "Sorry about that. Not used to that being a problem." He brought a cupped hand filled with water to his mouth and drank it. When he stuck out his tongue, I saw a tiny line where my fang had cut him. "Mmmhh. I guess you need more practice then," he replied cheekily. By the time the moon started rising, we were ready for another dip into the river. Dinner was long forgotten, but neither of us seemed to care. Chapter 16: Stop Being Stubborn "No," I said in a deadpan voice. "Cyrus..." Brelten tried. "Absolutely not. I''m not being babysat," I countered. He audibly groaned into his hands before he picked up his cup and downed the entire thing. "Listen, you are not being babysat. Consider it a great opportunity to receive guidance from more experienced professionals." I glared at the guildmaster. There was little doubt I was acting somewhat petulant, but his proposal made my mind churn. Four days had passed since I returned to the village, and I was finally starting to regain some normalcy. The nightmares haven''t stopped, but I was able to hunt with the trio and enjoy some dinner dates with Warren. Brelten even pulled me aside and helped me meditate for half a day. In truth, I was nothing but thankful for the man. If the snippets of conversation I heard from the other adventurers were accurate, then I knew Brelten sacrificed a lot to sit down and meditate with me. Edolus'' Burning Lake dungeon was no longer a low-tier dungeon. If the rumors are true, the dungeon has undergone a complete restructuring. The addition of two extra floors was surprising and would have been welcomed if it wasn''t for the change in the dungeon''s monster type. The skrell existed, the root spiders existed, and the nagas controlled the second floor. That hasn''t changed. What did change was the fact that separate groups of monsters called blood-varients. Apparently, the bloodbeasts were now a permanent addition to the dungeon, along with the champions becoming roaming floor bosses. Brelten hasn''t officially confirmed it, but the dungeon will most likely be reclassified as a tier two-three dungeon. I had no idea what that meant for the frontier village moving forward, but it meant some big changes were going to start soon. From the stack of letters, Brelten has shown me the number of researchers and political scrambling that has burst from the seams meant that Edolus was about to receive a massive increase in residents. "Cyrus!" I nearly jumped but remained seated. "What? What''s wrong?" He narrowed his eyes, but they softened a second later. "You stopped talking and had a faraway look in your eyes. Are you okay?" "Oh, sorry about that. I was thinking about some stuff. Anyway. The answer is still no." I could tell he wanted to ask more, but he shook his head and refilled his cup. "This is exactly why I want you to go with them. You said it yourself: you want to leave, and exploring the kingdom would do you some good. Especially if you had others around you to help you along." "Listen. It''s not that I don''t understand that. And I don''t think you''re wrong. I would be an idiot to pass up the chance to receive mentorship from them, especially with your endorsement of them. Teddy and Celanae are friendly enough, so I know they''re not bad company to be around." He flashed me a resigned look. "And I''m assuming you resent the idea that you would be considered a burden. To feel like you''re holding them back. Feeling like someone powerless and weak." I internally flinched, but his words stung true. "Exactly. I don''t want to be escorted around. They obviously have goals that require them to push themselves into dangerous places. Places that I can''t go to. Me being with them would mean I''m a task, a burden to deal with." Brelten remained silent as he slowly sipped his tea. As young as he looked, I had to remind myself he was much older than he looked. If my guesses were correct, he was easily old enough to be my grandpa. But even though he barely looked a day over thirty, there was always one thing that gave away his actual age. When he looked at me with eyes of shining emerald beyond the aura of power that radiated out of them, there was wisdom. It was a deep feeling of experience behind his gaze that made me feel young and small. It was that weight that now gazed back at me. Silently, he reached into his desk and pulled out a metal box. As he placed a hand over the hidden rune engraved on it, the air in the room changed. Gone was the peaceful calm filled with the scent of tea, and in its place was a building static charge that clawed at your skin. When he unlatched the case and pulled out a fist-sized object wrapped in black cloth, I inadvertently dug my claws into the arms of my chair. He slowly unwrapped the fabric and unveiled a diamond-shaped crystal the colour of blood. Inside the red glass was a spiraling vortex of energy that drew my gaze. I couldn''t look away as I watched streams of crimson electricity chaotically worm their way to the edges of the stone. When I opened my mouth to breathe, I tasted copper, nearly choking me. It was only when he wrapped the crystal back inside the black cloth did I noticed I was standing. The static charge suddenly disappeared, and I could feel my heart beating fast as sound returned to the world. "Scary, isn''t it? Not even realizing what you were feeling or doing. The thing is rather remarkable for its size. We have to keep it covered in a special mana-dampening cloth to ensure its effect doesn''t spread throughout the building," he said amusedly. It took a minute for my heart to settle, and with some silent coaxing from the guildmaster, I finally sat back down. I rubbed my thumb absently across the gashes I inflicted on the innocent chair. With a few deep breaths, I swallowed my discomfort. "Wh-what was that? It felt like champion monsters. Except, I didn''t even feel anything. When I dealt with the mana from the champion of pride, I was drowned in rage and anger. There was none of that this time, no feeling, no thought." "From what you told me, these champions are an aspect of sin. You said that back in your old world, these were part of some religion, and they represented the folly of mortals or something like that," he started. When I nodded my head, he continued. "Seven sins, the lion was wrath, the bird was pride, and the other one you encountered was gluttony. And during your escape from the dungeon, you think you encountered another champion." "Yes, but I couldn''t tell you what it represented. Since it was a giant goat, I''d say it was lust. The only problem with that is that the skrells it commanded didn''t seem... lustful. So, I''m not sure if that''s right." He tapped the crystal, and even under the cloth, I could hear it ring against the table. " Broken Tower, Theodore''s team, went back to the dungeon to investigate. On the new fourth floor, they stumbled upon what they think is another champion. On an island in the middle of a small lake was a massive beast in the shape of a fox made of blood. They nearly retreated. They should have retreated." I could hear the disapproval in his voice as he said the last sentence. He tapped the crystal again and sipped some more tea. "It was a long battle that was much tougher than they expected. The only reason they managed to defeat it as easily as they did was thanks to Theodore. He nullified the monster''s mental attacks and suppressed its aura''s effects. They used a special item to extract material from the monster. After they brought it back to the guild, Winslow identified it as something called Crystalized Avarice. The champion they fought was tier three. And this crystal will cause a stir amongst the guilds. And the chance at seven different effects at this strength will be enough to pull some serious people to this village." I was nodding along as he spoke, fascinated by the news but not entirely sure where he was going with it. "Is there a reason for showing me this? Because if I''m being honest, I''m not sure what this has to do with convincing me to go with them." "I wanted you to know what happened to the dungeon. This way, you can leave without having some unresolved questions left behind. And what I want you to take away from this is simple. Broken Tower is made up of tier-two adventurers. They are strong and well-trained and the kind of people I know will surpass me someday. They are not weak by any standard, but that doesn''t mean what they did was anything but impressive. Even if they faced a tier advantage and fought an unknown monster with unknown abilities, they defeated it and helped scout out the rest of the dungeon." He gave me a grin, and I could tell how proud of them he was. The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. "And?" I asked skeptically. "And. They didn''t start out like that. I spent years mentoring them and raising them. They''re impressive and have a natural talent that exceeds many others, but I know how much work I put into them. I''m a damn good teacher, and I get to boast about it every time I see them come back even more impressive than they left," he said thoughtfully. He stood up and stood next to me. "Cyrus, you are not weak; you are not a burden the way you think you are. Your skills, backing, and even the time spent meditating with me put you above the norm by a decent margin. And yes, you are weak if you compare yourself to something tiers above you, but you can easily close that gap. Go with them, learn more, and build that foundation. When you do? Grow and rise above till you can fight something more powerful than yourself. Be outmatched, with odds weighed against you, and still win against whatever danger you face." The man''s intensity squashed whatever dismissive answer I was ready to throw out. A part of me wanted to rebel at his words to deny that I was anything but useless. There was no obvious sign of mana emitting from Brelten, no aura that I could accuse of affecting the way I felt. Ultimately, I started laughing at how strange it was and how lucky I was to be in this situation. I stood up and met the intense stare. I couldn''t hold the same level of surety Brelten had in his smile, but I stood my ground. "Fine. Fine, damnit. You win, I''ll go with them. You''re one hell of a motivational speaker," I grumbled. He dropped the stern smile and flashed me a wide grin. He slung an arm over me and guided me to the mat on the floor. "Decades of experience. Adventurers can be annoyingly stubborn, and you have to learn how to motivate them in the right direction. Now sit, and let''s try what we discussed yesterday." I crossed my legs and sat down. As I slowed my breathing and cleared my mind, I pictured my soulspace and watched the unrefined energy float above the lake of mana inside my soul. And between the two were the ambiguous wisps of light that I knew were my skills. With a thought, I brought the wisp closer and examined it. There was a light giggling that I felt more than I heard. Without being able to explain it adequately, I felt a small boop on my nose. As I gently held the wisp with my will, I tried to trace the small tether leading off into the distance. The cord finally faded into nowhere, disappearing into the surrounding darkness. "Alright, I have the skill. You want me to summon ¨¢ine and activate my Spirit Lord''s Invocation. And then, I try to actively carve my mana channels as the two skills are being used," I whispered. Whispering was all I could manage. Any more than that, and I would be forced to break my connection to my soulspace. Brelten''s words drifted in slowly, barely registering in my ears. "Good, exactly that. Watch the mana connect to the skill and trace it as it flows down your channels. After that, activate your new skill and try to actively feel the mana spread throughout your body. If you can master this, it should allow you to refine the channels faster and allow more mana to flow at a steady pressure. This should increase the efficiency by a significant degree." With a slight nudge to the wisp, I felt confirmation and excitement seep back into me in response. With a mental nod, I channeled my mana into the skill and watched something beautiful. The lake of liquid mana sitting calmly in my soul slowly reached up in a spiraling pillar. It wrapped itself around the skill and flowed. The mana increasingly pushed itself into and out of the wisp. I watched the blue liquid drain down the tether and into my body. As I followed along, I watched it spread like branching currents from the center of my chest. A physical touch pushed itself into the skin of my nose, and I chuckled. When I opened my eyes, I saw the little fairy floating in the air, her wings flapping slowly. I saw her nod her tiny head, and I sucked in a deep breath. My senses plunged back into my soulspace, and I repeated the process with a new wisp. The tether was thinner than the one connected to Verdent Healer. As the mana flowed down the channel, I watched it branch out nearly three times as much as it did when I summoned ¨¢ine. Instead of clustering near the center of my chest, it went down my limbs. From my shoulder to my arm and then into my fingers, the mana pushed its way throughout my body. If I hadn''t been paying attention as closely as I was, I would have missed when the pillar of flowing mana grew a tendril and plunged into the summoning skill for ¨¢ine. A small pulse flashed and rippled across the lake. In the physical world, I could feel ¨¢ine break into motes of green light and sink into my body. Almost like a second skin, the mana channels lining my body seeped out and settled over it. I was only wearing a shirt and some loose pants instead of my usual armour. My eyes widened behind my eyelids as I watched the mana condense around five places. The first was my shirt, and I could feel the threads of the piece of clothing merge partially. The pants merged as the shirt did. As the skill settled even more, I followed the channels and inspected the other sites where the mana condensed. Unsurprisingly, one was a connection to my eyes. However, the pathway didn''t stop there, and I traced it upwards to where I felt it spread out in a ring. From the first time I used ¨¢ine as the base for my transformation, I knew the ring was a slowly rotating halo of light green mana. The last place the mana condensed was in the small of my back. I knew there was nothing physically back there, but the smooth skin of mana around that area was raised into two small bumps. Implications of what the two bumps meant excited me, but I reigned in the emotion and pulled myself out of the metaphysical introspection. Brelten watched me with a trace of amusement. "Pray the brains at the academy never find out you have this skill. Not until you are ready. As far as I know, transformation skills that rely on the connection between a familiar and their summoner have never been documented. If they found out you had new unresearched knowledge that they''ve never had the chance to study before? Well, needless to say, your spear wouldn''t be enough to hold back the tide," he said smugly. I groaned but didn''t reply. Instead, I erased my thoughts and began the process of channeling mana through my skills. The passage of time fell away as I tried to flex the energy into and out of my body. Brelten guided me occasionally, pointing out moments where I pushed too hard or was starting to tense up. After a while, I nearly broke my connection, but I felt the raw energy connect to the skin of mana around my body and felt it compress. Thirty minutes later, I collapsed onto the floor and tried to calm my ragged breathing. Where before, carving my mana channels hurt and tired me out on a mental level, this time, I felt actual pain in my body. My skin felt raw and scratched, while my muscles felt like a giant had been squeezing them tight for hours. Even when I released my transformation and ¨¢ine reappeared, my body still hurt. ¨¢ine tried her best to heal me, but the mana diffused into me with no effect. When her healing failed to help me, she sat down and petted my hair with her tiny hands. When I gained enough energy to drag my face off the floor, my eyes crossed as I focused on a cup of steaming liquid before me. I gracelessly plunged my mouth into the liquid and drank from it. "I placed some numbing drops into it, so the pain should abate somewhat. From your reaction, I''m assuming the process worked. Care to share how it went?" Brelten asked calmly. I lapped up a few more drops of the tea and rolled onto my back. "That was awful. I''m not even sure how long that took, but everything hurts. It feels like a giant used me as a stress ball and then used rocks as a sponge to clean me off. Arrgghhhuhhhh." "That may be so, but now you know it works. Check your status and tell me if anything has changed." I begrudgingly did as I asked. The words on my status screen appeared before my eyes. When I read down the list, I raised my eyebrow at the change. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn ( Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills: Passive Skills: Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood Child of Mana "From the look on your face. I take it the exercise did some good." Brelten commented. "Hah. It did very well. My new skill went up two ranks, and my passive skill went up a single rank. Is that actually good, though? I thought my summoning skill would improve, but it didn''t." He shook his head and glared at me. "Monstrous, that growth is monstrous. Don''t complain. The skill probably stayed the same because going from rank four to rank five takes a lot more energy and effort than going a rank one to rank two. You probably made excellent progress on the skill. If you keep doing what you did, it should increase soon. I''d wager by the next time you meditate, even." I picked up ¨¢ine and placed her on my shoulder. Slowly but with less pain than I expected, I got up and made my way to the door. Before I left, I turned around and bowed to the guildmaster. "Thank you, Brelten. Even if the pain sucks, your guidance helped a lot. And I won''t squander what you offered me. You know where to find me when you find out when they''re leaving. For now, I need a bath and a good meal. Goodnight." His smile dropped, and the small traces of amusement fled from his face. "About that, I already know when they plan to head out. They''ll be escorting the caravan to the nearest city. And the only reason they have remained here as long as they have is because of the minor emergency that happened after the rift." "How long do I have left?" "They leave tomorrow afternoon," he admitted. "Fuck" There goes my plans for another picnic. Chapter 17: Farewells Saying goodbye wasn''t hard, but it wasn''t the easiest thing to do. Bera was the first person I told, and seeing her tear up at the news shocked me. After a long and comforting hug, she wiped away any sadness from the revelation and cooked a delicious meal to celebrate. She promised to make some things for the sendoff despite my protests. In the end, I had to accept the good-natured action for what it was and thanked her sincerely before I left. The trio took the news reasonably well. Over the last few days, I managed to sit down and talk to Nadia about Sam and explain what I knew. The two weren''t in any serious relationship, but that didn''t diminish her loss of a friend. Marcus had taken the news with a stoic attitude. I almost laughed when he came over and gave me a bear hug. And over the days spent hunting while spending lunch and dinner together, it hit me how close I had become with the three, Warren especially. Time spent testing their new skills and teaching each other how to cook with the spoils of our hunt had created a friendship I was surprised to acknowledge. My memories were still locked behind the seal, but I knew I only had Sam as a friend back on Earth. And even if that was the case before, I honestly did consider them friends. The joy I felt while being around them helped ease the stress I suffered from the trauma. When I told them about leaving, they seemed down over the news, but it didn''t stop us from spending the rest of the day partying in Oleanders. There were more than a few jokes made about how the real tragedy was the loss of access to free candy. Of course, they didn''t know the secret stash I had inside my storage space. Five days was enough time to amass a decent pile of the stuff, especially when the pouch was extra generous with its selection. All too soon, night came and went. The sun rose and filtered through the window in my room. It was one of the rare times I managed to wake up without some nightmare haunting my dreams. I really hoped it wasn''t because I got blackout drunk; I wasn''t a fan of drinking and would rather not become an alcoholic. For a while, I sat and enjoyed the quiet morning. It was going to be a long day, and I wanted the chance to enjoy some peace while it lasted. After thirty minutes, I got up and headed downstairs. Bera was up and already cooking delicious-smelling food. When she came out, I had to ward her off and inform her I was going to take a bath first. The odds of a magical bath appearing in the wilds were slim to none, so I wanted one last go at civility. I didn''t spend long as I only wanted the chance to feel clean more than I wanted to relax in the giant tub like I usually did. By the time I made my way back upstairs, Bera was already waiting with a large plate stacked with a tower of pancakes. Ever since I showed her how to make them, they became a hit with the patrons. I sat down and stared at the mountain of food before me. "You know, I love your cooking, Bera, best in the world. But, I worry you think my stomach is a dimensional storage," I joked as I raised an eyebrow at the innkeeper. She gently slammed a jar of syrup next to my plate before scoffing. "And I''m telling you, you''re too skinny. Besides, let me spoil you one last time, yah? It''s the least I can do since you showed me this recipe," she replied. I opened the jar and poured a generous helping of the strawberry-like syrup onto the pancakes. Bera didn''t have any maple syrup, but this was the next best thing besides ordinary honey. And while the honey had a hint of sweetness, it couldn''t compete with actual syrup. After I struggled to swallow a mouthful, I took a swig from the cup of water that was placed as I ate. "Not a complicated recipe. All I did was tell you the proportions and what ingredients to use." She came out and dropped a few strips of bacon onto my plate. "That''s the best part about these things. Super simple, does not require much prep time, and is very easy to make. Plus, I can use the bacon grease for added flavour! So don''t downplay the wonder of what you have given me." I made a decent dent into the mound of food before I finally paused for a minute to relax. When Bera came out next, it was to deliver food to the people who trickled in slowly as the morning continued. "Then let this be my final parting gift. These pancakes are only one half of a delicious breakfast creation." She carefully set down her tray filled with mugs and stood with her hands on her hips. "Do tell." Instead of speaking, I summoned a journal where I took the time last night to sketch out what I wanted. She continued to stare at me as I flipped through the pages. When I arrived at the page containing a design for a simple metal device, I ripped the page out and slid it over the counter. She picked it up and started examining it. "You''re really good at drawing, Cyrus. So, want to explain what this is?" I pointed to part of the design filled with square outlines. "I figured you could show these to Volan and have him make this for you. The top picture is a simple design, two pieces of metal that open up like a book. You pour the batter on one end, close it, and flip it over before placing it on the stove." I then pointed to the bottom picture, which contained the same design but connected to a stand. "This one here is a bit more complicated. While essentially the same thing, the difference is instead of manually flipping the two pieces of metal yourself and risking spilling some of the batter. It is connected by a rotating piece that comes off the metal stand. Pour, close, twist the handle, and then untwist it back when it''s finished cooking." She continued examining the paper for a while before she made it disappear from her hands. When she saw my confused face, she winked. "While I don''t doubt this will be another big hit with the village, especially the kids, I want to know why you called this the second half. I can understand that it''ll make the pancake take on a design filled with squares, but is this really any different?" The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. In response, I used my fork to skewer a chunk of pancake and held it up. "While pancakes are nice and fluffy if done right, that device will turn them into what I call waffles. It makes the pancake crispy and has those squares baked into it. It holds the syrup better, and some prefer the crispy texture over the normally fluffy food." I spent the rest of the hour finishing my meal. It was good, filling, and made me want to take another nap. If I took my eyes off my plate, Bera would sneak in another piece of food. After eating the third sausage link for the fourth time, I caught on to her antics and had to stare her down. As I used a small towel to wipe away the excess food crumbs stuck to my face, I stood up and waited for Bera to finish. She came over and gave me one final hug as I pressed a small brown pouch into her hands. The pouch contained a bag of sugar cubes and some chocolate-coated almonds. From my time in this world, I learned that candy wasn''t that common, and anything chocolate was considered expensive. Sadly, the Trickster''s Bag didn''t give me any bars of chocolate, but at least this way, she''ll have something to snack on. She shook her head at me playfully before tisking and marching back to the kitchen. She brought out a wooden crate wider than she was and about half as tall. When she set the thing down, it thumped heavily, which informed me that whatever was inside was heavy. She stood up and slapped a hand on the box. "This''ll be my departing gift to you. Don''t open it yet; do it later whenever you stop for dinner. I assume Chomperz preserves things placed inside him?" I nodded my head suspiciously. "Good, then there is nothing to worry about." She gave me one last hug and whispered in my ear. "You grow strong, boy. Awful things happened, but I know you''ll overcome them. Next time I see you, I expect to meet more of your little friends. And remember, don''t forget to live your life. Even in the journey to immortality, you must live beyond just growing more powerful. Be free, be adventurous." With that, she gripped my shoulders and returned to the kitchen. I ignored the looks of the other patrons and summoned Chomperz. Even as a few kids pointed and stared as he vacuumed the massive crate into his tiny body, I remained tight-lipped. It was already around eight in the morning, so I decided to head out and say my farewells to the guards. With the arrival of supplies from the caravan, the need for ¨¢ine''s healing services dwindled. However, because I usually returned with the trio to the guard''s building daily, I occasionally stopped and healed someone if they were injured. I refused payment from Cedric, but in the eyes of the guards, it only made them like me more. If the adventuring gig fails, I could always become a healer. The respect and generous payment makes the idea a solid alternative. As I arrived at the building, I was greeted by the trio. We exchanged a round of hugs, and I wished them well. There really was little left to the farewell since we had taken care of that the night before. Another voice called out as I was ready to leave and head for the guildhall. Cedric walked out of the guard building and slowly approached. He looked as intimidating as the first time I saw him. His red eyes narrowed, but his face remained neutral. I waited till he stopped a foot away to speak. "Captain Cedric? Is there something I can do for you?" I asked calmly. In response, he held out his left hand. Understanding his intentions, I reached out with my left and clasped his wrist. By now, I knew to clasp wrists instead of shaking the other person''s hand. I already made a mistake once when I met the rest of Teddy''s team. "From my understanding, you are leaving today. On behalf of all my guards, I wanted to thank you. You saved several of my men, and with your generosity, we should have plenty in surplus for next month," Cedric explained seriously. I released his hand and smiled. "The pleasure''s mine. I''m glad I was able to help, even with the fiasco at the start. You can tell Lena all is forgiven," I replied. His eyebrow twitched at the reminder, but he kept his cool. With a slight bow of his head, he stiffly marched back into the building. When I looked over to the three bystanders, I could see Warren gripping Nadia''s shoulder with a stiff smile plastered on his face. Marcus signed at me what I recognized as ''naughty.'' I responded by giving him a thumbs-up. Before I could leave, Warren shared a look with the other two. I frowned a little when I saw Nadia panic and Marcus scowl. They silently communicated for a few seconds before Warren turned back towards me and hesitated. "Cyrus, wait. There''s something I need to tell you," he said slowly. Nadia started squirming, and Marcus drilled a hole at the back of Warren''s head. "Yes?" He sighed deeply and then squared his shoulders. When he looked up, he gave me a determined look but winced at the end. "I want to apologize. In truth, we used you." When I started to get angry, Marcus kicked the back of his leg. "What I mean is, our new skills are partly thanks to you. Er, at the beginning, we were ordered to find out information about your legacy mark. I''m sorry for not telling you. It''s too late to apologize to Sam, but we can at least apologize to you." I glared at the other two. Nadia refused to meet my eyes, and Marcus had the decency to sign the words ''I''m sorry.'' After a nudge from Warren, Nadia looked up and rushed what she said. "I''m sorry, Cyrus. And I''m sorry to Sam as well. I understand if you''re angry." I kept the glare pointed at the three of them for a long dozen seconds until I dropped the glare and chuckled. The confusion on their face only made me laugh harder. Nadia looked at me like I was crazy, while the other two looked concerned. I turned around and paused at the end of the yard. "I already knew. Zharia overheard the conversation you guys had a few nights ago. So know that while I''m annoyed, I''m not mad. Thanks for manning up and admitting it," I said casually. I started to walk away as I heard them sputter in shock. With a flourish, I summoned the large sack of assorted treats and tossed them behind me. "And to answer that one question. No. There were only humans, and none of us had horns." Part of me was angry, but I quickly crushed that feeling. In truth, even if what they did was a betrayal of trust, I was happy for what they gained. Now, with skills of their own, the chances of them surviving their patrols had gone up immensely. And if their plans to eventually try tackling a dungeon together ever succeeded, I would welcome them on their journey to ascension. When I arrived at the guildhall, Brelten was next to Talis, and the two were looking over some papers. At the back left of the room, the members of Broken Tower sat at the table talking. When a giant fuzzy snout pushed its way through the open window, I had to hold in my astonishment. As the others saw me, I found Isaac staring at me angrily. Before I could say anything, he looked away and poked Celanae''s arm. When she looked up, she patted Teddy on the shoulder, and the two stood up. "Uncle has already told us about you joining along. Have you settled your goodbyes?" Celanae asked. I nodded, and Teddy placed a hand on my shoulder. "I promise we''ll take good care of you. Are you ready to explore the rest of what our kingdom has to offer?" I returned the grin he gave me and nodded my head. I was ready to go out and become a real adventurer. Chapter 18: First Night Out Looking out the wagon window, I watched in amazement as we officially crossed out of the Yidelwoods. Seeing normal trees with bright green leaves had actually mentally hurt. For so long, I never paid attention to the fact that blue leaves were, in fact, not the norm. The sight had brought back a forgotten memory of a time spent lazily relaxing in a park. It was a happy memory filled with blurry faces that only made me melancholic. A part of me understood that the memory was one filled with warmth and comfort, but not being able to recognize the people inside it twisted that feeling. It alluded to a happier time, but it was forever out of reach, and no matter how many times I tried to focus harder and wipe away the blurred lines, I failed to remember. When I suddenly turned away from the window and slouched against the wall, I remembered I wasn''t alone. Inside the wagon with me and several wooden crates were Celanae and Igas. One was sleeping as he cradled his greatsword like a pillow, and the other comfortably sat on a plush pillow as she read a book. "Is something wrong, Cyrus? You look troubled," she asked concernedly. She put down the book in her hands and looked at me with worry. I shook my head and decidedly looked at Igas to avoid answering her question. "So why are you two in here while the others are outside?" She frowned and could obviously tell I was avoiding the question but did not push. "Simply because we''re not really useful as scouts. None of our skills offers us the same utility of perception as the others. And there''s not much of a chance for danger during this section of travel." I thought about it for a second, but it made sense. From what I knew, Isaac could range far and wide with his movement skill. Eodyne was an archer and most likely had some skill to let her see and sense danger before it got too close. And Teddy has Arturous to help smell for any wild beasts that may approach. "So, I never asked, but where are we heading?" Her eyes widened in surprise, but she gently smiled at me. "You''re telling me you agreed to join us but never asked where exactly you were going?" Her eyes showed a trace of amusement, and I could tell she wasn''t really surprised. I shook my head. "It was kinda sprung on me out of nowhere. And I trust Brelten enough. He has been nothing but helpful to me despite my situation. Even when I argued with him, it didn''t take much to convince me to go." Her smile widened in response to my words, and her eyes twinkled. Though with how her eyes looked like actual gemstones, they probably did actually sparkle. "Uncle has always been trustworthy. Thank you for speaking kindly of him. And to answer your question, we''re heading to the nearest city. We should arrive at Helio in about three days. After that, we''ll either head northeast and slowly make our way to the capital or go northwest and try our hands at the local dungeons near Stratos." "You know, it never occurred to me before, but what is the name of this kingdom? I''ve only ever heard it refer to as ''this kingdom.''" She searched my face with an incredulous look, but when she realized I wasn''t joking, she chuckled. Her laughter was melodic and light, and in that moment, she looked exactly like what the elves were supposed to be back on Earth. With her green hair and gemstone-like eyes, she made for a beautiful sight. "Uncle mentioned you had a severe case of amnesia. I''m sorry you have to deal with that." Her words held genuine kindness to them that made me feel uncomfortable. Thankfully, she continued before she noticed me squirm. "Well then, let me be the first to welcome you to the kingdom of Solunaria, where the sun shines ever bright and fills the days eternal. For as long as it stands, it shall be the first vigil against the Endless Night." She recited the greeting with an air of solemnity and stiff formality. It was most likely the standard motto for Solunaria. She had probably memorized it sometime during her childhood. "So does that mean you call its citizens Solunarians?" "Actually, yes. Helio isn''t known for its library, but it should be easy to find you a history book and map while we''re there. If your amnesia is as bad as it seems, brushing up on your knowledge would be good. At the very least, get a decent understanding of the local kingdoms and the surrounding land." "I think that''ll be a great idea, thanks." With her willingness to make small talk and answer some of my questions, the time passed quickly. Before long, the sun outside is already setting, and we end up stopping for the night. When I step out to stretch my legs, I notice a spike of mana concentrating towards my right. As I walked past the wagons, I found the source of mana concentration. I recognized the three people in robes as the three earth mages from before. This time, instead of creating a road for the caravan, they were raising their hands into the sky in unison. I watched in childlike fascination as stone and dirt shifted, creating an enormous box-like structure. After the building solidified, a long stone bench from the back wall melded together. As the mages finished, I cocked my head and examined their work. I struggled to recall a word on the tip of my tongue, but my fuzzy memory made it difficult. As my frustration grew, I closed my eyes and took deep breaths to calm down. Finally, when I opened my eyes, I was able to recall what the structure reminded me of "Bus-stop! That''s the word!" I shouted. Wincing at the realization that I unintentionally called my thoughts, I saw the mages staring at me weirdly. It was only at that moment that I noticed they appeared worn out. The enchanting aura that captivated me before was gone; instead, there were individuals panting and breathing heavily. As I glanced back at the massive stone structure, I felt bewildered. Although it was much larger than a typical bus stop, I couldn''t understand why it would require so much effort to build. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Celanae approached me. "What''s a bus-stawp? I don''t think I''ve heard of that word before," she asks. My brow furrowed at the slight accent when she tried to say bus stop. It was all too easy to forget that the system auto-translated everything. Correction, almost everything. I tore my gaze away from the building, giving the mages one last glance before facing her. "It''s a name for a kind of structure. This looks almost exactly like it, although the walls are usually made of glass," I replied. "Huh. So why the confusion on your face?" "Oh, that. I was wondering why those guys look so exhausted. It''s impressive, but I figured three people working together would make something like this a lot easier. In the rift, Petraeus would create several mudwalls and still have enough mana to assist during the waves." Calanae was about to respond to me, but we were interrupted by the sound of angry squawking. We turned to see one of the mages approaching with a small, five-foot frame and a face as red as a tomato. Although I found the sight amusing, I noticed the scowls on the faces of the other mages. As the small woman walked right up to me so that she was barely a foot away from touching me, she gnashed her teeth and poked a finger at my chest. "And who are you to insult us? Standing there, doing nothing while we have to do all the work. I don''t see you creating something that''ll help not only this caravan but all caravans that ever come this way!" The sudden tirade stunned me into silence. I didn''t think anything I said was insulting and didn''t mean to provoke the little hellbeast. When I failed to answer, the fire inside her eyes grew larger. When she dug her finger into my chest, something within me snapped. The accusation, the blame, and the physical presence trying to push into my space were enough to bring me to cold, seething anger. I wasn''t seeing red, but the edges of my vision darkened, and I could only focus on one thing. That finger was going to get off me one way or another. When the woman looked into my face, her finger pushed harder, and she pulled out a small device from within her robe. "Let''s see how much mana you have! So easy to look down on us when I can tell you''re not even tier one. Let''s see how pathetic you are." She pushed her thumb into a small groove along the edge of the device. It looked like a cube with three glass lenses embedded into the middle. When the device lit up, I felt a pricking sensation at the center of my chest. It felt like a blunt needle was poking into my skin, and a second later, I felt a wave wash over me. In an instant, I felt violated and exposed. Whatever she did to me, I was not about to let her get away unharmed. Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. She watched as an orb in the device changed colours and started glowing. As it shifted to a sky blue, it shone brightly. Her anger disappeared and morphed into one of disbelief. When she switched from the device in her hand to my face, she stepped in closer and poked me again. "What is this? What are you doing? How are you messing with the scan? Tell me!" With practiced ease, I summoned Zharia and activated Spirit Lord''s Invocation. This time, I didn''t do anything to muzzle the skill, and I felt vindication as her look of anger turned to horror as a pillar of fire engulfed us. I heard screaming. Mana bunch and gather near my feet. When the flames cleared, I realized that my feet were not the target; it was the woman''s. The earth was pushed up and jutted out on the ground where she had stood a moment before. When I traced the trajectory, I saw the mage sprawled on the ground, looking up at me in horror. A frown split my face as I took a step closer. "What did you do to me? What was that attack? Don''t bother answering me. I''ll burn the truth out of you." My mana started to build, flames sprouting from my feathers. With another step, more mana gathered at the tips of my fingers. "Who the fuck are you to invade my personal space. To huff and puff and dig your grubby finger into my chest. And to call me pathetic? I''m not the one too scared to even move. I''m not the one on the ground whimpering." The woman went from whimpering to full-on sobbing when golden flames started spreading across my fingers. The sight of her shaking and crying like a scared child doused my fury. My thoughts whirled inside my head, trying to justify a reason to stay angry. It was like a dying beast scrambling to stay alive, real, and present. But the wrath and rage died; the flame that was burning inside me was snuffed out. I stopped channeling my mana and let the fire across my body extinguish. When Celanae put a hand on my shoulder and gently pulled me away, I let her. As we left the scene, I saw the other two mages consoling the crying woman. The sudden lack of extreme emotions left me feeling numb and empty. Without even thinking about it, I summoned my mask and put it on my face. In a way, the ability to control what the mask displayed was comforting. As we walked along the wagons, I noted the rest of the caravan settling in. There was a stable for the beasts where they were being tended to. Along the grass, stone benches and tables littered the clearing where people sat and talked. More than a few fire pits were blazing as people sat around waiting for dinner. During our walk, Celanae remained silent, which I was glad for, considering I didn''t feel like talking. When we rounded a corner, I wasn''t surprised to see Teddy and Arturous around their own campfire. The large man was scratching his much larger bear. Arturous made deep rumbling sounds as Teddy rubbed his side. Celanae patted Arturous on the head before conjuring a set of chairs and sat down. They looked like lawn chairs, and they looked like they were comfortable enough. I silently sat down and stared at the flames. Teddy didn''t summon a chair. Rather, he sat down and leaned back, using Arturous as a furry cushion. He put both arms behind his head and closed his eyes. When he spoke, his voice was just loud enough to be heard over the crackling of the fire. "You don''t have to talk about it, but we''re both here for you if you do. And if you don''t, at least take the time to relax. Dinner should be ready in half an hour." For a while, I didn''t say anything. I watched the fire, trying to feel the mana in the air. The fire was obviously non-magical, but that didn''t mean the ambient mana was absent. One of the first things Brelten taught me was that this world was infused with mana. It was as present as the air itself, everywhere, in everything. I tried to absorb the flames or, at minimum, manipulate them. The fire wasn''t my own, and I struggled to affect it. Zharia was sending me thoughts and expressions on what to do, but I found it challenging. Only after she sent over her feelings when we absorbed the witch''s fireball did it work. A tiny tendril of fire snaked out and wrapped itself around my palm. The tendril broke off from the campfire and coalesced into a small marble above my hand. The process took mana, but the amount was small enough to ignore. After examining the small bead at every angle, I raised my hand to my mouth and sucked in the flames. The fire went down like I was swallowing water. The heat was noticeable but not dangerous. It was more akin to drinking a hot drink, and I felt it disappear somewhere in my chest. The taste was smoky with a hint of sweetness. I wonder if different flames taste differently. Zharia sent over feelings of triumph and pride along with satisfaction. I let the thoughts wash over me, and I found myself relaxing. I slowly undid the transformation as I leaned back deeper into the chair. Zharia popped back into existence, and she gave me a light peck on my forehead. As she asked me for permission, I nodded and watched the small phoenix fly into the fire. She landed on the charred wood and snuggled into the ashes. "She''s really a phoenix, huh? She looks comfortable," Teddy commented. "It probably feels like a nice warm blanket. I wish I could lay in a fire without burning to a crisp," Celanae added. Zharia didn''t open her eyes, but she chirped out audibly. "It''s good! Needs a bigger fire, though." Teddy laughed at her response, and I found myself smiling along. Wanting to enjoy the night with both of my familiars, I summoned ¨¢ine and snuggled her into my lap. She snuck in a quick boop before she settled in. Now that I was feeling better, I finally found the energy to apologize. "I''m sorry about that. I shouldn''t have lost my cool like that. When I asked my question, I really didn''t mean to insult them and cause problems. Not entirely sure why she got that angry, but I shouldn''t have threatened to burn her alive because of it," I apologized. The apology was addressed openly, but I tilted my head toward Celanae. "Don''t worry about it. I would have stopped you before anything happened. And you weren''t wrong to act. If my suspicions are correct, she used something she wasn''t supposed to. Isn''t that right, Isaac?" As she spoke, she looked over at a darkened spot to her right. I didn''t see Isaac anywhere but wasn''t too surprised when he rose from the shadows. His arms were crossed, and he scowled at the three of us. "Stop exposing me. Makes it harder to spy on people if you keep revealing my presence," he complained. Instead of speaking, she held out her hand and waited. Isaac grumbled, but she reached into his pocket and tossed an object at her. When she caught it, she held it up to the light and revealed the weird device the mage used on me earlier. She examined it before tossing it over to Teddy. He scowled at the thing and gave it back. "She used a scanning device on someone without permission? That''s a major breach of the rules. I''ll have a talk with the guildmaster in Helio. Even if shes new that''s no excuse for using one of these. I''ll go talk to the mages now and find out what she was thinking," Teddy said seriously. His smile was gone, and he stared in the direction of the caravan. Isaac cut in with a chopping motion before Teddy could get up. "Don''t bother. I already had Igas interrogate them. He found something weird, and so did Eodyne." "Oh? What did they find?" Celanae asked. Isaac held up his hand again. He sunk back into the shadows and disappeared. Thirty seconds went by, and he appeared again in the exact same spot. "Eodyne''s coming back. And Igas is on his way." "Well?" Teddy added. "I''ll let Igas explain, but he says that Trianna had some issues with her story. She says she isn''t sure why she got so angry and can barely remember what set her off. All she knows is she felt a sudden spike of hatred for Cyrus here after he indirectly insulted them. The only problem is she swears she is a pacifist, and the other mages confirmed it. If you remember the first time we met them, she was the shy one who hid between the older woman," Isaac explained. Finally, I spoke up, confused and annoyed at his explanation. "Then why did she get in my face and confront me like that? That''s not exactly the actions of someone shy and nonconfrontational." Isaac simply shrugged in response. "Maybe. She could be going through some things and finally snapped. The only problem is Eodyne picked up something''s presence around the same time. She tracked it into the woods but didn''t find anything." "It could be a coincidence. We''re in the woods, and heavy amounts of mana usage combined with sounds of people might have drawn in some beast. It was probably smart enough to back away when it saw Cyrus transform. A pillar of golden fire exploding out of nowhere isn''t exactly inviting and hard to miss," Teddy said. I blushed at the reminder and obvious reprimand, however gentle it may be. Thankfully, my mask hid my face, so I didn''t have to worry about showing my wince. After the discussion, Isaac summoned his own lawn chair and sat down. Soon after, Igas joined us and joined in along with Eodyne a few minutes later. The team asked a few questions from Eodyne, but without her finding anything solid, the discussion was dropped, and everybody relaxed around the fire. I sent my thoughts around anything as a distraction and was reminded of Bera''s gift. She said explicitly to wait to open till dinner time. The others gave me curious glances as I summoned the giant crate at my feet. Putting ¨¢ine on my shoulder, Zharia hopped out of the fire and landed on my other. Reaching down, I lifted the top of the crate off and dropped it to the side. As I reached into the crate, I pulled out a foot-sized object wrapped in thick, waxy paper. Peeking back into the box, I also noted the entire right corner filled with glass bottles. I unwrapped the paper-covered object, and I laughed in surprise. Shaking my head, I couldn''t help but be very glad I had befriended the matronly innkeeper. Two sandwiches stuffed with meat, cheese, and toppings were in my hands. It smelled good and was still warm. "What you got there?" Igas asked. Instead of answering, I sat the sandwich down, grabbed five more, and tossed one to each. They all unwrapped their own sandwiches with oohs and aahs. Before I closed the crate and summoned Chomperz, I pulled out one of the bottles and inspected it. It was made of dark green glass with no writing on it. On the wax seal covering the cork was a pink oleander flower stamped into it. When I found curious gazes thrown my way, I handed over the bottle to Celanae. When she inspected it, she whistled softly. "Oh my. Bera gave you fresh food and some of her special stock. She must really like you." Igas got out of his chair and walked over. "That''s a bottle of Viper''s Kiss? Gods be, she never sells those. Let''s pop it open. It''s been forever since I''ve tried some," he said excitedly. Celanae waited till I nodded my head and popped the cork. She summoned glass cups and started pouring everyone a drink. When we all had a cup, she raised it in a toast. "To Bera''s booze!" I joined in and took a generous swallow of the clear liquid. It was sharp and bitter, with a fruity aftertaste. My face scrunched as the flavour overtook my tongue, but it went down smoothly. With that one shot alone, I started to feel my hands tingle. "Damn, that''s as strong as I remember it. Wooo! Pour me more," Igas said as he shook his head. We kept drinking and ate the giant sandwiches. By my third shot, I was already feeling tipsy. For a second, I was worried about the escort team being drunk off their arses, but Celanae shook her head and motioned to Teddy. He gave me a thumbs-up and told me not to worry. He''ll use a skill and clear us of the effects when we''re done. With the promise of easy drinking and no hangover, I settled deeper into the chair and enjoyed the night. Chapter 19: You Call That Running? Two days went by, and besides a brawl between two merchants, the travel to Helio was a peaceful and boring affair. The brawl was the only highlight of the journey, with drama spawned from jealousy, romance, and a love triangle. It was too bad the actual fight lasted barely more than two minutes. As much as I enjoyed time spent at nights relaxing with Broken Tower, the entire days-long journey was so incredibly dull. Back on Earth, I at least had a cellphone or tablet to watch movies, but as far as I knew, that sort of technology was absent in this world. When we stopped for the night, I got out and stretched my legs. With a quick glance at the newest addition to the side of the road, I walked past the mages and kept my head down. While I received an apology for the confrontation and intrusive scan, there was still heavy tension whenever they saw me. On more than one occasion, whenever the mage woman saw me, she scurried away in fear to hide behind her colleagues. Teddy and Celanae were kind enough to answer my questions. As it turns out, I accidentally struck a sore spot when I asked my question about needing three mages to make a single building. Apparently, my mana pool was considered monstrous by normal skill users. And low mana pools usually meant the person had a low amount of slots for skills. And so I not only outed the three people as not being true ascenders, I accidentally sounded like I was looking down on them. Another question I had answered was why they were called earth mages. I called all skills magic in my head, but obviously, there was a distinction. Igas was the one to answer that question. They were called earth mages because they were part of the mages guild¡ªpeople who specialize in mana-intensive skills that usually specialize in a single element. It took all three of them most of their mana pools because they were using an elemental manipulation skill. Rather than use mana to conjure a temporary construct, they pulled all the stone out of the surrounding area to create these rest stops. And since they didn''t want to impact the road or surrounding area, they had to carefully pull the stone from deep below the earth and far from the road as possible, all the while using their skills to shift and mold the stone to form perfectly structured buildings. After the lecture, I had a lot more respect for the three. What they did sounded impressive but exhausting. I could only imagine the extensive training they''d have to undergo to do their job right. And despite Zharia''s protests of how easy it would be for me to do something similar, I decided to do the woman a favour and avoid antagonizing them as they worked. Even if the process was fascinating to watch, they didn''t need my presence to add further stress. As I approached the campfire with Teddy, Arturous, and Eodyne relaxing around it, I summoned Zharia and watched her fly into the roaring flames. Eodyne looked at me with imposing stormy eyes, and Teddy waved me over. He quickly patted the ground next to Arturous'' belly. "Cyrus! Come and sit. I promise, Arturous makes a great cushion," Teddy called out warmly. I accepted his offer and sat down on the ground with my legs splayed out. As I leaned back into the massive bear''s stomach, I had to admit, Arturous was indeed a great cushion. While I settled in, Eodyne never took her eyes off me, and when I raised an eyebrow, she turned to Teddy. "Are you sure it''s safe to get too close to him? He''s god touched, and by one we don''t even know." When she spoke, I noticed she had a faint accent to her speech. Teddy''s face scrunched, and a frown creased his lips. "Uncle Brelten asked us personally. And we''ve already agreed to take him along with us. There''s no point questioning it now. And even if he is important to an unknown god, that doesn''t change anything," Teddy replied. His words carried the same hint of an accent that Eodyne spoke. "Not everyone agreed. You know Isaac was against it." Teddy winced but didn''t give in. "And he was outvoted. Look. All I''m asking is that we help him. Obviously, something is going on with his emotions, and that''s dangerous. You''re right; he is dangerous, but not because of some god. With his amnesia, it''s only been made worse. We should help him, to guide him. At least nudge him in the right direction. Or do I need to remind you of what you were like when we were kids? You were worse than Isaac, and that''s saying something." Eodyne''s eyes narrowed even more, but then she sighed and looked away. I wasn''t entirely sure why the two would openly talk while I was present, but I had my suspicions. My auto-translation function was probably kicking in, which meant that they were speaking another language. One that they assumed I wouldn''t be able to understand. Not wanting to reveal that I understood them, I schooled my face and pretended to act confused, which was easy enough to do. "Uhhh, anyone wants to fill me in on what''s going on? I don''t want to assume you guys were talking about me, but you gestured my way a few times," I said innocently. If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. Eodyne glanced at Teddy one last time before turning to face me and speaking. "We should arrive at Helios by sundown. Tomorrow we were hoping you wouldn''t mind joining me as I scout around the caravan. It would be good training for you, and you can learn a few things before we reach the city." I pretended to ponder her question, but in my head, I already mentally accepted. Free training was free training, even if she was suspicious of me. Not that I blamed her. My acting must have been convincing enough because Teddy gestured to Eodyne with a reassuring smile on his face. "If it helps any, I guarantee you won''t be disappointed. She''s one of the best hunters I know. We''ve all been trained by Uncle Brelten, so if you trust him, you can be sure she''s as good as I say." I stopped pretending to be reluctant and shrugged my shoulders. "Alright. I won''t say no to free advice. Apologies in advance. Beyond what Brelten drilled into me; I''m pretty untrained. I highly doubt I''ll be able to keep up with you." "Don''t worry about that. The roads have been peaceful so far. I only had to put down two beasts that strayed too close. We can afford to take it easy for this last leg." With that discussion out of the way, I summoned the last of the food I appropriated from the rift and handed it out. When the others joined, they thanked me for the meal, and we relaxed for the night. This time it was Celanae''s time to tell a story from their childhood. And the next hour and a half was filled with hearty laughs and dramatic recounting of some of the pranks they played.
¡°Let¡¯s start with how you walk. I already have a good idea of things, but walking on a clean stone road is vastly different from walking through a heavy forest. Keep up with me until I say stop. We''ll move on from there,¡± Eodyne ordered. I silently agreed and followed her through the trees. While I tried my best to be sneaky and avoid obvious obstacles, I struggled to keep up. Eodyne was fast and silent. She moved across the forest floor like a wraith, never making a sound and never leaving signs of her passing. It was impressive. My pride took a hit when I noticed her slow down even more for me. Although Eodyne outranked me by two tiers, I had a feeling that she was a naturally fast person. It was no surprise that she was outside the wagon scouting all the time, especially since she stalked her way forward. Five minutes later, after the winding half-jog, we came to a stop. Eodyne leaned against a tree and crossed her arms. "Not the worst, but not good. You lean too heavily when you walk, and you fail to avoid certain things like small twigs that snap when stepped on. Still, for someone untrained and untiered, you did well enough. This time, try to follow where I step. Match my movements and try to keep up," she explained. We set off again. This time, I was her shadow, a clumsy shadow. But I managed to stay within a few meters behind her. As we jogged, I paid close attention to where she planted her feet and how she moved. When her foot would come down, it would be in a place either clear of debris or, at the least, dense clusters of leaves. Each step was a press of her toes that rolled to the heel of her foot. Ten minutes later, I was confident enough to start speeding up. That was a mistake on my part. "If you are confident enough to speed up, then we will continue moving for the next thirty minutes. Don''t fall behind," she said seriously. I underestimated her speed as she increased her pace to a fast jog. Trying to keep up, I made more errors and nearly collided with a tree while watching her feet. Although I was in decent shape due to my new lifestyle and body, prolonged running took a toll on my muscles and stamina. Despite this, I wasn''t about to complain. After nearly tripping on a hidden root and landing heavily on my foot, I decided to cheat. A quick flex of my mana activated my skill, and ¨¢ine appeared. Before she could get a fix on her surroundings, I snapped her into my arms. With my arms full, I was starting to lose my form, so I threw on my hood and placed her inside. "Master? Danger?" ¨¢ine asked. Not wanting to waste my breath on speaking out loud, I stuck to answering her mentally. "Hey ¨¢ine, I need your help. If you don''t mind, can you please heal me? Every three minutes, repeat the heal and focus on my legs and feet." "Okay." I sent over a series of compliments to the little fairy, thanking her. As her mana started to flow through the top of my head and work its way down, I felt my muscles relax and the burning sensation lessen. With the damage taken care of, I picked up my pace and followed Eodyne. She never looked back and never slowed for even a second. It made me wonder if she would actually leave me behind if I failed the challenge. By the time she did stop, we were near the edge of the road. The caravan was a few minutes behind, so I leaned against a trunk and caught my breath. Thanks to ¨¢ine''s administration, I was less tired than I should have been, but it still felt good to stop and relax. "You did a good job. It was smart of you to summon your familiar. I forgot you had a healing skill, so I didn''t think of it. You managed to keep up, and you weren''t nearly as loud as before," Eodyne commented. I gave her a tired smile and held up a thumbs-up. "Thanks. I''m still nowhere near as graceful as you are. Is it a movement skill? Otherwise, I''m unsure how you leave no footprints as you run." She grinned at me and shook her head. "It''s not because of a skill. I disabled my passive movement skill before we started. The hunters of my village trained me at the age of four. You must learn to be silent if you ever want food in your stomach." "You can disable a passive skill? Never mind, of course, you can. So then tell me how you do it." "I''ll teach you different ways to walk. Be prepared to have your form corrected continuously. And if you can manage that, I''ll try to teach you the trick to leaving no trace of your passage. Just make sure you have enough mana by the end of the day," she said before she started to walk away. I briefly glanced back at the first wagon longingly. Even if I were excited to learn, I''d rather not be as useless as a bowl of soup by the time we get to the big city. I tore my gaze away from the promise of comfort in the form of a wooden wagon and followed Eodyne. Chapter 20: Hostile Gate Greeters By the time the city''s walls started to come into view, I was already spinning up plans on how to take out my torturer. She was silently cruel and only spoke when I stepped wrong or leaned too far in one direction. At some point, she must have activated her movement skill because if before, I thought she was a ghost, she quite literally moved like the wind. She would appear close enough to whisper corrections into my ear, only to float away outside my vision. To put it simply, the day had been long and exhausting. My gains were significant. In this single afternoon, I had learned half a dozen ways to move through the forest. From short, skittering bursts to near-skipping jogs, Eodyne showed me how to move in such a way that I stopped making a sound when I walked hours ago. I struggled to maintain the silence whenever I misjudged my step or failed to see obvious pitfalls, such as a twig hidden under a wet leaf. There was no way I would be able to improve so drastically within a single day''s worth of practice, but I had grown beyond what I expected. Even she complimented how quickly I picked up the techniques and improved. Since we always maintained our lead over the caravan, we stopped at the edge of the tree line. The city had cleared space about twenty meters out, leaving a clear field around the city. Since we have finally arrived at Helio, I collapsed to the ground and lay on my back. I removed ¨¢ine from my hood and plopped her on my stomach. The poor fairy was as tired as I was and wilted into my shirt. Eodyne walked up and sat down next to me. She conjured a water flask and took a long swig before holding it near my head. "Drink it. It''s gaora fruit diluted with water. It helps restore what you lost through sweating." I don''t sweat but its a kind gesture. I tiredly grabbed it and squeezed it over my mouth. Whatever gaora fruit was, it tasted like a mix of oranges and pineapples. It had a surprisingly sweet and salty taste. I drank a few mouthfuls before handing the flask back. After resealing the cap, she moved to a crossed-leg position and stared up at the green moon. Feldrur was out in full and shone a vibrant green light down on the world. It was a sight that still brought amazement and wonder to my eyes. "I was told that the moons were spirits who watched the world. If that''s true, then someday, I want to meet Feldrur. I want to meet the entire family. There are so many questions I want to ask, so many things I want to know. But there''s only one question I really care about," I said. "And that''d be?" "Is it fun? That''s what I want to know. If they are alive and not just floating rocks in the sky, then they''ve been alive for a long time. And since ascending the tiers grants immortality, I might be immortal someday. I want to know if they still enjoy life, whatever form it takes." She stared at the moon, silently sitting. After a couple of minutes passed, she casually sprung to her feet and held out a helping hand. I sent a gentle inquiry to ¨¢ine before getting up. After I received a confirmation, I used one hand to support the fairy and accepted Eodyne''s help. Once I was standing again, I held out ¨¢ine, so she was able to lay a hand on Eodyne''s arm. A faint glow of green light passed between her fingertips and sunk into the woman''s skin. A brief look of suspicion crossed her face, but it quickly faded as she realized what was happening. It wasn''t a strong reaction, but the brief tensing of her muscles gave her away. As ¨¢ine pushed the last of her mana into her skill, I held her up and let her give Eodyne a tired boop. ¨¢ine even mentally made a boop sound, and I couldn''t help but smile, knowing I was the only one who heard it. "Take a long and deep rest. Thanks for all your help today. You''re amazing, ¨¢ine." As a final goodbye, I hugged her into my chest and felt her merge back into my soulspace. When I looked up at Eodyne, she had a severe, familiar look in her eyes, but I didn''t understand why she was serious now. "You''re a good soul, spirit keeper. Don''t lose that," Eodyne spoke, her voice containing that faint trace of an accent from before. "What was that?" She looked away and pointed her chin at the emerging lead wagon. "Thank you for the healing. Let''s make our way to your usual wagon. We''ll settle in before they reach the city gates. The inspection could take awhile before they let us in at this time of night, so let''s use that time to rest our legs." I nodded once and followed along. As we leisurely made our way over, I tried practicing the technique she had shown me an hour ago. It was a simple-sounding method that involved sending mana out through the base of your feet to cushion your steps. It was the method she used to leave no footprints during our run. In theory, it sounded straightforward, but in practice, it was much trickier than it seemed. When I used my skills, mana flowed easily, instinctually. I never questioned how or why mana flowed down the channels they did and never looked beyond accepting it as a quirk of how the system works. Even when I meditated, I could trace my mana down into the pathways throughout my body. Before I left, Brelten taught me a new way to meditate to cultivate. That process required taking the already created bubble or sheath of mana around my body and using it to compress into myself. The technique Eodyne showed me was the opposite. I had to control my mana in its neutral state and push it outside of my body. After I accomplished that, I was to shape the unguided mana and solidify it into something capable of holding my weight. At first, I thought Eodyne meant she was using the mana like a barrier, her mana acting as a hardened surface. That felt wrong, though. So I spent several minutes staring intensely at her feet when she ran. That was when I discovered that her mana wasn''t hardened so much as it was concentrated together. She didn''t step off the mana like it was stone. Instead, it bent and cushioned her feet like rubber or jello. And despite that moving mana through my body felt as easy as breathing air, I struggled to push it outside of myself. By the time we neared the caravan, I was forced to give up for the time being. We hopped inside the same wagon Celanae and Igas stayed in and settled down. "Did you have a nice day?" Celanae asked teasingly. "Completely. I loved it so much that I don''t think I ever want to run again. Do you think I can find someone that sells magic carpets in the city? Why use your legs when you can buy something to move for you," I answered sarcastically. Celanae chuckled while Igas laughed. I studiously ignored the scowl Eodyne was sending my way. "Better get used to it. As an adventurer, you''ll never know when you''ll be forced to pump those legs for hours on end. Even someone like Teddy, who has Arturous to ride, never slacks on his training. Uncle Brel used to make us run an hour and a half every morning. No matter the weather or special holiday, he would lead us around at the crack of dawn," Igas commented. The three people in the wagon shared a strange look that seemed like a mixture of horror and fondness. I was really starting to worry about what terrors Brelten inflicted on this team. They probably have a weird case of trauma bonding with the man. I was saved from awkwardly snapping my fingers to get them out of their reminiscing by the sound of a loud chime. The sound wasn''t ear-blasting loud, but it was strong enough to drown out all background noise. "This shouldn''t take more than a dozen minutes or so. The guards will easily recognize the merchant''s symbol. They''ll have people check each wagon and briefly inspect the goods before they let us in. After that, we can either head to the guild house and stay there for the night, or we can see if Uzu has enough room for five," Igas explained. Celanae sighed and tucked her book away into her robe. "I hope Uzu has the space. She has the best bathhouse in the city. I''d even sleep in the stable with Arturous if that means access to the hot spring." "Agreed," Eodyne chimed in. A few minutes go by when suddenly Eodyne stands up. In an instant, her bow is in her hands, and she vaults out of the wagon. Celanae and Igas immediately stood up, and I joined them. All three of us pulled out our weapons and exited the vehicle. Eodyne was nowhere to be seen, but a bright flash of light and an earth-rumbling roar came from the head of the caravan. We rushed over with Celanae in the lead. When we got to the head wagon, I had to hold a hand up to cover my eyes when there was another flash of bright light. Squinting my eyes, I recognized Teddy''s large figure standing next to Arturous. Another weaker flash blinded me, but at least I saw it coming this time. Before the light blasted out, Arturous'' golden fur flashed with glowing glyphs, and I felt them radiating off the bear. A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. "Halt! Release him!" Came a voice from somewhere past Teddy. Teddy kept his arms crossed but looked at Celanae. She must have understood what he wanted from her because she walked up next to the bear and raised her staff in the air. A wave of mana pulsed from the crystal embedded in the top of the wooden staff, and a massive purple dome appeared. The barrier cut off the guards, separating them from the one guard currently being smashed into the dirt by the bear''s large paw. Arturous was growling deeply with his teeth fully displayed, the white fangs being easily longer than my hand. I stopped next to Igas, who positioned himself at Teddy''s right. "And you can explain why your guard tried to poison my companion. Better yet, go find Captain Graves. I''m sure she''d like to know why her men are trying to attack adventurers from the guild," Teddy commanded. His voice vibrated through the air and had a weight of authority that must have been because of a skill. The guardsman, obviously a squad leader of the group of five guards, gnashed his teeth. "Do not try to order me around yellowstones. You don''t scare me. Now release my man." To further his point, the guardsman pulled out his sword and aimed it at the barrier, but before he could, a limb made of pure shadows snaked around his neck and revealed an obsidian dagger pressed lightly into his throat. "I wouldn''t recommend that if I were you. If I feel you activate your mana again, I''ll remove your head from your shoulders. That includes the other two," Isaac whispered loud enough that everyone could hear him. "What do you-" As the guardsman turned his head to his right and left, he found that they were both shaking in place as tentacles of shadow were wrapped around their necks like a noose. And somehow, Isaac looks more like a demon than I do. When the squad leader tightened his grip on his weapon, a single drop of blood dripped down the man''s pale neck. With fury in his eyes, he dropped his sword and called out to his men. "Men, drop your weapons! Uliss, run to base and bring Captain Graves here immediately. Do not stop for anything." Before who I assumed was Uliss could run off, a cold, feminine voice interrupted him. "That won''t be necessary, guardsman Uliss. I''m already here." The speaker was a blond-haired woman who radiated an aura of cold steel. Her eyes were so light that the blue looked silverish in the dim lighting. She made for an imposing figure as she stood on the wall with the wind blowing her hair backward. Celanae matched her gaze and tapped her staff into the ground. Another wave of mana condensed and then spread below our feet. An octagonal-shaped crystal barrier sprung from beneath us and pushed us up into the air as it grew into a pillar. I spared a glance below us and saw that I could see through the platform, albeit with a lavender-coloured tint added in. Teddy positioned himself in front of us and uncrossed his arms but held out one hand, holding a thin six-inch needle between his fingers. "Hello, Elanor. Would you explain why one of your guards tried to stick this needle into my bear?" Her eyes narrowed, and she gazed down where Arturous was still staring at the quivering guard beneath his paw. She held out her hand and looked at Celanae. "Drop the barrier, please. I would prefer not wasting mana uselessly trying to break it." Celanae waved her hand, and the dome broke into tiny shards before fading away. Elanor bent her fingers, and the needle in Teddy''s hand shot out and stopped above her palm. She examined it from tip to tip before clenching her jaw and walking to the edge of the wall. "Please release my squad leader, Isaac. It''s hard to grab the man if your dagger is ready to decapitate him." "Nah. I''ll let him go if you can make me. He did try to attack us after all," Isaac sneered. The captain''s metal armour bristled. Literal spikes of metal grew out of the metal encasing her. They rose and lowered in waves, growing out like spines before returning to smooth plates. Elanor clicked her tongue and muttered under her breath. "Insufferable rogues and equally insufferable glass daggers. Why can''t you be a normal adventurer and wield steel?" Isaac kept smiling with a shit-eating grin. When the squad leader accidentally leaned too heavily forward, he yelped in pain as the dagger at his neck drew a line of red. Isaac quickly pulled the blade away but kept his arm around the man''s neck. Teddy shook his head and cupped a hand to his mouth. "Let them go, Isaac. One needs medical attention, and the other two look ready to piss themselves. I''m sure Elanor will punish the man appropriately. And the others were just doing their job." Isaac tapped his foot in annoyance, but he pulled back, and his tentacles receded into his shadow. After sheathing his dagger, he lowered into the ground and reappeared inside Igas''s shadow. "You never let me have any fun, you know that? Idiots should learn the consequences for being idiotic," Isaac complained. Igas reached behind him and swung a meaty, blue arm over the smaller man''s shoulders. "If that''s true, then I''m sure Uncle Brel still has his puzzle box hidden somewhere. We can send him a message about how you''re finally ready to be a better person and fix your ways," he joked with a sadistic look in his eye. Isaac squirmed but didn''t fade into the shadows to escape Igas'' grip. "Never. Nope. Fuck the punishment box. I tossed that thing into a volcano. That god''s-cursed item should not exist in this plane." I stood like a stranger as the others bantered between each other. It made me miss Sam which only caused my anger to flare up again. To distract myself, I watched as Elanor coaxed Arturous to release her guardsman by bribing him with a child-sized piece of bloody meat. The others watched with me as Arturous snapped his teeth one last time, much to the guard''s horror, before he unclenched his jaw and padded his way over to the offering like a hungry puppy. After throwing the bloody steak into Arturous'' open mouth, she held out a hand, and two chains of metal grew out of her gauntlets and wrapped themselves around the squad leader and guard. The two men remained silent as they were half dragged, half pulled into the air, until they lay behind the captain like bugs stuck in a spider''s web. "Alright! Let''s get these people inside. Open the gates. I expect no more delays! When you''re done, wait for replacements to take over. You five are to meet me in my office. Is that understood?" Elanor commanded. Her aura of cold steel pushed down on me, and I could feel a phantom blade press into my neck. The aura receded only when golden glyphs similar to the ones on Arturous'' fur blazed across Teddy¡¯s armour. "Yes, Captain!" came a round of responses from the five guardsmen. Two disappeared into a doorway in the wall while the other two approached the lead driver and started talking with him. Celanae waved her staff, and several small barriers appeared in a line to the walls like a bridge. I followed behind them and kept my spear lowered. I doubted there was any danger now that things mainly seemed resolved. As we stepped onto the stone ramparts, the purple barriers disappeared, and Elanor walked closer, dragging the two men still wrapped in chains behind her. "Sorry about that. These are all new recruits, and Darston here was on paternity leave the last time you guys were around," Elanor said. She dragged a gauntletted hand through her hair and stretched her neck. Suddenly, the tense attitudes all disappeared, and Celanae stepped closer and hugged the captain. "Don''t worry about it. Arturous was never in danger. At most, it''d make him a little sleepy or hungry, possibly both." Teddy waited till Celanae stepped back and then clasped the captain''s wrist. "Before you ask, Cedric says hi. He''s doing fine, and with some of his guards getting their first skillstones, the village is even safer. Not that there''s much worry with Brelten there," he said. Igas waved a hand but didn''t move from where he stood. "The merciless blade. Captain Elanor Graves, the Chained Warden. I don''t envy your need to keep appearances," Isaac guffawed in an exaggerated manner as he regarded the captain cooly. "Just another person who spends way too much effort on useless politics," he added. Elanor sighed and ignored Isaac even as the squad leader started shouting curses his way. The steel chain elongated till it covered the man''s mouth, effectively silencing him. She turned her head and gave me a questioning look before looking around. "You''re missing one, and added another. Where''s Eodyne?" Everyone looked at Isaac, who threw his hands up in the air and faded into the dark. He came back three seconds later and looked to the sky. "She''ll be here in five, four, three, two... one." Eodyne glided through the sky and gracefully landed on the stone wall. As she dusted herself off, her stormy eyes were extra electrifying as she held up an arrowhead coated in dark purple blood. "There was a presence again. It was similar to but not the same one I felt last time. It was a humanoid. Stood upright and had two arms and legs. About as tall as your average male elf. I couldn''t see what it looked like beyond that. It was using an ability to cloak itself," Eodyne explained. Elanor reached for the arrowhead and inspected it. She handed it over to Celanae, and it was passed around. When Igas handed it to me, I nearly cut myself on the sharp steel. The purple blood was oily, and it shimmered in the moonlight. Teddy noticed Eodyne''s frown and put a hand on her shoulder. Both of their eyes widened in shock at something. When Elanor raised an eyebrow, Teddy gripped her arm tightly. "There''s a serious problem. You''re going to have to delay your interrogation of the other guards. You have to inform your father, and we''ll let the local guildmaster know." Elanor searched Teddy''s eyes before she glanced over and saw Eodyne nod at her. She looked back at Teddy and patted his hand. "If you''re this serious, then okay. I''ll inform the commander. But why, what''s wrong?" "I used my skills on Eodyne. I only planned on soothing some of her fatigue, but when my skill activated, it restored more than just her stamina. A massive chunk was spent removing a mental compulsion effect and minor psyche scarring." Elanor''s aura spiked and briefly pushed through Teddy''s shielding. If I imagined a blade pressed into the skin of my neck now, that was joined with chains of metal whipping the air in a frenzy of chaotic strikes. The metal along the captain''s arm creaked as Teddy gripped her arm tighter. "Elanor..." Teddy said. The aura retracted, and the captain''s shoulders slumped. She raised her head and bit her lip. "Fine, sorry. Go and take Arturous with you. If anyone complains, tell them I gave you permission. I have to go and drop off these idiots at the barracks." "Will do. We''re going to go to the guild right now. We''ll either be there or at Uzu''s if you need us. Take care, captain." As Elanor tightened the chains, the two men were lifted and floated above her shoulders. She approached the wall and turned, causing her captive guards to squirm in their restraints. "Teddy, it goes without saying, but I''ll say it anyway. Do not discuss this with anyone except the guildmaster. If someone inquires, it will be either me or the commander. If it''s not one of us, remain silent. Goodnight, everyone. And to the felkin at the back, I will obtain your name later. For now, welcome to Helio, the Third Star of Solunaria." Chapter 21: Night to Relax The meeting with the guildmaster ended on a very anticlimactic note. We quickly arrived at the adventure''s guild. The receptionist took one look at Teddy''s face before she promptly disappeared and came back with the guild master a step behind her. Describing her as bulky would be an understatement. This woman appeared to be part beastkin with rabbit ears, a large fluffy bunny tail, and ash-colored fur running up and down her arms and legs. At first, I thought it might be a costume, but her ears started twitching towards us, proving otherwise. Her lion-like mane of hair only added to her impressive size. As soon as she caught sight of us, she gave us a mischievous grin that showcased her sharp fangs. She quickly approached Teddy and stopped just inches from his face, towering over the rest of us due to her height. Without warning, her muscles bulged, and her already impressive bodybuilder physique became even more striking. She easily picked up both Teddy and Igas and slammed them onto the guild floor like a professional wrestler. Celanae looked disappointed, Eodyne was stone-faced, Isaac was snickering, and the receptionist looked ready to raid the nearest pub and drown for the night. After that colorful introduction, I was introduced to the guildmaster of Helio. Her name was Panasia. And while she was obviously strong, she had only tiered up to tier three a few months ago. Apparently, she took over when the last guildmaster decided to retire. Once we were in her office Eodyne and Teddy thoroughly explained what happened at the gate and what they discovered after Eodyne returned. The guildmaster frowned but didn''t show nearly as much concern as I thought she would. After promising to investigate things, we bid goodbye and headed for the inn. I wanted to ask many questions, but I refrained from talking about things in public and decided to wait until after we settled in. The inn itself was unimpressive from the outside. The buildings next to it were colourful and detailed, but the inn was made from unpainted wood that lacked any design. It looked unblemished but boring. While other places in the district tried their best to draw customers in, Uzu''s inn seemed to just exist. But if one stopped to listen, they would hear numerous voices coming from behind the two wooden doors. As we stepped inside, a wave of comforting heat and appetizing smells blasted forth. There was a small desk with a lone elf sitting behind it. On the left led into what looked like a massive, people-filled room. They sat on plump cushions near low tables only a couple of feet off the ground. The room was packed with people, including several children who ate with their families. To the right of the receptionist was a long hallway that had three doors. This hallway most likely led to the baths because I could feel the heat radiating more from that side. The elf waited till we were closer before he greeted us. "Good evening, travelers. Welcome to the Slumbering Drake. What can I do for you?" His voice was suave and polite, carrying with it a melodic tone. Teddy walked up and pulled out a small token. It was wooden and plain, much like the inn''s exterior. "Is the Dreamer''s suite available? If so, we''d like it for the next two days. And do you know if Uzu is around? We have something to discuss with her," he asked charmingly. The elf picked up the wooden token, and then he put his thumb in the center, where there was a slight indent. The token lit up with purple runes, and then the wood chipped off into dust, revealing a gleaming marble coin. He then proceeded to grab a giant book from beneath the counter and flipped several pages till he stopped and read something on it. After finding what he was looking for, he closed the book and placed it beneath the desk. Standing up, the man bowed and raised his head with his shoulders straighter than before. "My apologies, sir. I greet the members of Broken Tower. The Dreamer is available and ready. Lady Uzu has made it clear that your stay will be free of charge, as well as meals. However, I am to inform you that due to circumstances that I am not privy to, that all alcohol is to be up-charged three times the normal price. I apologize if this is an issue." There was a series of grunts and boos from the group, but I was only curious as to what they did to constitute such a rule. Celanae poked a finger at Isaac''s chest. "I warned you guys. You knew it was a bad idea, and you did it anyway. At least this way, you can''t abuse Teddy''s ability to clear hangovers," she reprimanded. Igas was busy inspecting the walls while Eodyne inspected the floor. Isaac had the decency to look Celanae in the eye and gave her a defeated smile. "No booze sucks. But I won''t apologize for what we did. That man was a boar''s ass. And he learned to show Uzu respect, did he not?" Celanae''s right eye twitched. And she lowered her finger. "Freezing his privates to the chair is not a socially acceptable response to mockery. Even if that man was a blundering, useless show-bird, it doesn''t mean you can escalate to such a degree. Not publically, at least." Igas gaped and pointed a finger at the elven woman. "Wait a damn second! When he returned the next morning covered in mud and beast dung, he went on and on about losing his balance and how the gods were unjustly conspiring against him. He said! He said that sometimes it felt like he kept moving too fast or that the road was idiotically built. Damn those roads and the uneven ground, damn the roads and those bothersome pebbles! You two had something to do with that, didn''t you!" Eodyne joined Igas in his pointing, her face filled with righteous accusation. "That''s why you guys were gone that morning! Gathering extra supplies, huh? Dragon shit. You two are just as bad as we were." Isaac stepped up beside the two and silently pointed, donning a faux mask of rage. Celanae turned around and raised her chin in the air. Teddy affably smiled but kept silent. "I did tell you guys. You can''t go retaliating in public. Walking home alone in the early morning, where few can see him, is perfectly acceptable. Besides, I only helped him refill all the shit he must have depleted the night before," Celanae mumbled. Teddy finally stepped in and silenced the bickering before it could escalate further. "We can discuss this later if you need. For now, if you can please lead us to our room, that''d be great. And what about meeting with Uzu?" Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. The elf led us down the right hallway but turned to a hidden staircase behind the archway. As we walked up the stairs, he finally answered. "Unfortunately, Lady Uzu is away on a business trip in the capital. She won''t be back till the end of the month. I can send her a message if that will satisfy you." We reached the third floor and found three doors. The elf guided us to the second door on the right, similar to the other doors, except for a blue strip on its edge. The elf used the marble token to knock on the door three times and opened it for us. After returning the token to Teddy, he stepped aside and allowed us to enter. "I''ll hand you a letter tomorrow. Thank you again for your help. Have a good night. If I may have your name, good sir?" The elf bowed low and placed a hand over his heart. "The pleasure is all mine. My name is Krem. I''ll be at the desk till eight sharp. Have a good night, sirs, madams." After the man left, we entered the room, and I was stunned by its size. It was much larger than it appeared from the outside, resembling a two-bedroom apartment. Although the building''s appearance was plain, the room was anything but. The ceiling was a mesmerizing display of colors, resembling cosmic dust swirling across a pitch-black sky from every angle. The walls were made of black material, with silver specks shining in and out instead of colorful clouds. Teddy clamped a hand on my shoulder and nudged me forward. "Beautiful, isn''t it? We all had the same expression you did the first time Uzu gave us the room. The other two rooms on the floor are equally amazing but not like the Dreamer. Wait till you lay on one of the beds." I followed him deeper into the room and stood back as he approached a wall covered in intricate runes. He placed a hand in the center circle, and I felt a rush of mana flow into the wall. The mana spread throughout the room and raced like water down a pipe. After a couple of seconds, he took his hand off the wall and grinned widely as the ceiling came to life. Six different coloured clouds floated down and settled on the floor in a semicircle. The clouds bobbed on the floor until they flattened into a more circular shape. Igas was the first to flop onto one of the clouds. Instead of falling through it like I thought he would, the cloud-like material acted like foam and held his form. The ''bed'' was only slightly depressed, which meant whatever the material was, it was solid enough to hold up the large oni even with his armour on. Seeing how comfortable Igas looked, I rushed over to a purple cloud and held out my hand. It pushed into the material, and it felt like the softest cotton. It was perfectly cool, cold enough without being so cold to be considered chilly. With my curiosity satisfied, I copied Igas and flopped onto the material. I felt myself sink into it slightly, but like Igas, it held up and conformed to my shape. The expression sleeping on a cloud had never been more true. It almost felt like nothing. The bed was so soft I felt like I was floating. I could have laid there for forever, but Celanae came in and tossed something on my face. "Hey! Get up, you two. None of us have had a proper bath in days. Let''s go clean up in the bathhouse first. Then we get dinner afterward," Celanae ordered. After distributing cream-colored bathrobes to everyone, she left the room. Unlike others who wore armor, she didn''t have to take it off. I quickly summoned Chomperz to swallow my gear and noticed others doing the same. Although I suspected they had storage spaces, I didn''t see them use portals or anything to store things away. I hope to learn more about this during my time with them, but I refrained from asking as it might be too personal for people I hardly know. Celanae led us back down to the main floor, and we continued down the hallway. The warm air continued to grow warmer, and as we reached the end, the door was blocked by heavy curtains that blocked sight into the room. She gently pushed through the cloth and passed into the bathhouse. I was the next to enter, and as I did, I took a deep breath. The air was warm and carried the pleasant scent of fresh air and wildflowers. The bathhouse was split into three sections. One area served as a place to store clothes and unwind, while the middle contained three connected pools with narrow pathways carved into the stone. The steam from the water rose into pockets of hot air above the pools. The third and final area had a bubble of cool air surrounding it. There was a series of ten pools, in two rows of five. Whenever steam drifted into the barrier, it dissipated into nothing. I joined the others as they walked to the first area and began taking their clothes off. They stuffed their clothes into small cubbies where they placed their thumb on the small rune circle on the edge. As they took their thumb away, a small blue barrier appeared and locked their items inside. The entire setup was surprisingly modern. Even if it included magic instead of electricity, the bathhouse as a whole was more aligned with what I''d see back on Earth. It was only when I looked away from the barrier did I noticed they were all completely naked. I had gotten so entrenched into the marvel of runework that I failed to notice that there were no separate changing areas for men and women. And by how none of them seemed to care about seeing each other naked, it seemed that co-ed bathing was the norm. Teddy gave me a questioning look and placed his hand on his hips. It took everything I had not to compare him to a particular god of thunder. "Is something wrong? Never been to a bathhouse before?" he asked. "Errr, no. I have. I''m just a little surprised. Where I come from, you usually have a separation of sexes when it comes to bathing. That and this entire building is filled with runework. It''s incredible. Do most places in the city have things like this?" I answered awkwardly. Teddy shook his head. "Not really, no. Uzu is an enchanter, so she does most of the work for her business. And you haven''t seen anything yet. This is only one of the inns she owns. Her biggest inn is in the capital. She only has one in Helio because she grew up here. Maybe she''ll build more in the other four cities in another couple of years." He waited as I slowly stripped and used my cubby. When I finished, he walked to join the others who were already relaxing in the middle pools. "And you are usually right. Most places have separate areas for the sexes. You''ll find that in bigger cities, most bathhouses only cater to one or the other. Uzu, though, believes in none of that. She was raised by dwarves, and dwarves have no issues with nudity or the sort. She incorporates that into her buildings. To her, family is important, so it''s something that''s always open and welcoming. Hence, you see so many children eating with their parents in the dining hall." "So you guys are completely okay bathing with each other?" He laughed deeply before walking into the pool and relaxing along the edge. "That''s easy to answer. Let me ask you a question in return. We have spent years together growing up. Since we were children, we''ve known each other and trusted each other. And we''ve been adventuring for several years now. Do you think any of us care about seeing each other naked when we''ve seen it multiple times before? If a raging elemental burns off all your clothes, you don''t stop fighting just because your dangly bits are hanging out. And a lot of ambush creatures like to aim for your heart. I don''t need to tell you what that means for Eodyne and Celanae. If we couldn''t handle seeing each other bare, then we would be horribly unfit to be adventurers." I couldn''t help but notice how much my life had changed since coming to Inoria. My old puritanical sentiments were fading away with each passing day. Looking around, I saw everyone else chatting and unwinding. Even Teddy had his eyes closed in relaxation. The hot water was soothing my muscles, and I felt myself drifting along with it. Even if the calming hot spring only made me wish Sam was with me, I pushed those thoughts away before they could boil into anger. The only thing I''m doing tonight is relaxing. Someday, I''ll bring her here, and we can relax together. But for now? Now I''m going to enjoy my first hot spring. Chapter 22: A Day in Helio: An Honest Talk Another heavy book crashed down on top of the already intimidating stack before me. As Celanae flew away down the row and turned to disappear even deeper into the library, I couldn''t help but think that Eodyne and Igas were right to run away when they did. If I had stopped to think about the strangely desperate looks they kept sending each other, I might have been able to pierce together the truth. When Celanae said I should get some books to do some light reading during our travels, I had severely underestimated what she counted as light. I stood up and grabbed the newest book from the top of the pile. It was bound in dark-grey leather and was thicker than my arm. It was titled ''Inorian Beasts for the Common Elf''. As I flipped through the book, I was impressed by the sheer extent of useless detail the author managed to cram between its pages. I highly doubted I would ever need to know the seventeen-step mating dance of the ventilcrest rankora. The only redeeming quality of the book was that it was filled with detailed pictures showing each beast and monster while identifying their anatomy. I sat back down and tried to dissociate from my reality. I wasn''t sure how much longer Celanae was going to take, but I was starting to long for the cloud bed I had slept in. It was as blissfully soft as it looked, and I was very tempted to see if Chomperz could store one away. There was no way I would ever actually try to commit theft, but it was sorely tempting. At some point, I was brought out of my dazed state of thought and dragged back to reality by someone snapping their fingers. I slowly blinked until my eyes regained focus, and I stared at a blurry figure shining in golden light. The person was tall and muscular, their shirt tight around their body. The snapping stopped, and they put two hands on my shoulders. As the light bounced off the pearly whites of their smile, I had to turn and shield my eyes. "Teddy. You''re radiant. And I''m not talking about your perfect complexion. You are literally burning my eyeballs," I groaned. Teddy pulled away and moved out of the light under the shade of a large lamp. "Sorry about that. Ever since I reached tier two, light tends to behave weirdly around me. Another quirk of ascendant evolution. It''s not bad, but I have to actively suppress the effect at times," he explained. I looked around and didn''t spot Celanae, but I did notice the pile of books had grown to an even more daunting seventeen. "Is she trying to bury me in books? Surely she''s done, right? I love reading, but not this much." Teddy laughed and then shook his head. "Don''t worry, the four on the top are for her. Sometimes, we spend months away from cities like Helio that contain actual libraries. She likes to stock up on a good supply, just in case. Though, I should have warned you. She can be a little too enthusiastic about getting others to read. Eodyne and Igas run away from the idea of reading, and Isaac is loyal to only a couple of authors that write his favourite fiction novels. And while I do enjoy reading a good book, I cannot match Celanae''s enthusiasm." "That explains their weird, skittish behavior as we left the inn." He patted my shoulder with a consoling look on his face. "I''m sure you''ll come out of this ordeal stronger than before. Now, how about we leave and I show you some of the best food stalls in the city? My treat." "What about the books? I only have some silver left, and I''m not sure I can afford all this." After spending most of my coin reequipping myself with gear, I had a measly sixteen silver left. "Don''t worry about it. Celanae already agreed to buy them for you as a gift. She has spent so much money on books in every library in the kingdom that they gave her a special discount. Leave them on the table for now. She''ll be stuck on the third level for another hour or two at the least." I shrugged my shoulders and followed Teddy out of the library. The day was warm but not hot enough to make me feel discomfort. Following behind Teddy was easy; the large man made most people politely step out of the way. Our first stop was a small stall where a diminutive old lady was busy filling what looked like thinly layered dough with seasoned meat. She put them all in a basket and dropped them into a pot of hot oil. Teddy patiently watched as the elderly woman prepared a fresh batch of food and topped it off with a generous drizzle from a red bottle. She then placed the container on a heating plate before turning around to face her customers. Upon seeing Teddy, her smile transformed into an expression of joyful surprise. "Theodore! You''re back in the city already. How are you doing, child? And who''s your cute friend?" she exclaimed cheerfully. She quickly maneuvered around the stall and hugged Teddy. The size difference was so much she barely reached above his waist. I felt my eye twitch at being called cute. Again, I was now all too aware that I hadn''t grown a centimeter of facial hair since I awoke with this new body. Maybe Sam''s slander about me looking like a pretty-boy elf held some merit. Teddy hugged the woman back and stepped back to motion toward me. "Hello, Wenda. This is my friend Cyrus. We arrived yesterday, and this is his first time in the city. I promised to take him on a tour to some of the best food stalls." She placed a hand on her hip and grinned like a shark. "Oh ho ho. So naturally, you came to my stall first, yes? I see, I see. Flattery will get you everywhere, my boy. Especially since I can boast about this later to that geezer, Marv." She scrambled behind the counter and pulled out the container of food she had made not even a minute ago. She leaned over the stall and slammed the container down dramatically. "Come, come! Take a bite and tell me what you think." I approached the older woman with a crazy gleam in her eye and looked down at the still-steaming food. She offered me a toothpick, and I took it and pierced one of the fried balls. It crunched through with a satisfying sound. Holding it up to my nose, I took a deep whiff. It smelled sweet. Under the intense gaze of Wenda, I stuck the food into my mouth and bit down. It tasted good. The sweet sauce mixed well with the fried dough, and as the juicy meat on the inside reached my tongue, it practically melted. "Good, isn''t it? I perfected this recipe after years of trial and error! Nothing beats my dingle balls!" Wenda declared. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. I nearly spat out chunks at the name. I summoned a flask of water and downed it greedily as I worked the particles down the proper pipe. When I looked up and regained my composure, I saw Teddy give me a nervous smile, and I heard a hmmph coming from Wenda. "Sorry, sorry. I wasn''t expecting the name. Your food, though, was amazing. My compliments to the chef," I said. Wenda held the affronted look for a second but then lowered her chin and snickered. "Bah! No harm done, child. People can mock the name all they want. I know that my food will speak for itself. Otherwise, I wouldn''t be able to beat Marv at the monthly sales meeting." I apologized once more for my mistake and attempted to purchase ten small boxes containing dingle balls. However, Teddy stepped in and kindly bought them for me instead. Rather than argue, I graciously accepted his offer and called upon Chomperz to store the other nine boxes, keeping one out to snack on as we strolled. As it was already eleven in the morning, the city was bustling with activity. After a brief chat, Teddy led us to a quieter area of town, where we settled on a bench next to a massive stone fountain. Teddy relaxed in the light as it seemed drawn to him. His hair took on a lighter shade, and his piercing blue eyes lightened as the golden rings around his iris glowed. "Can I ask you something, Cyrus?" Teddy asked while staring at the sky. I swallowed the last dingle ball and drank more water before answering him. "Sure, go ahead." "What are your plans? And I''m not talking about something shallow, like what you want to do tomorrow. I''m asking what you plan to do going forward." I raised an eyebrow in response, confused by the sudden loaded question being thrown my way. "What do you mean? I figured I''d follow along with you guys for a while and move on from there. Why? Is there a problem? Because if there is, you might as well tell me now instead of when I''m stuck in the middle of nowhere. Is it because Isaac seems to hate me for some reason?" If my tagging along was a mistake, if I was a burden like I feared I was, then I wanted to know now. Getting along with everyone, sharing meals, telling stories at the campfire, and training with Eodyne all day was genuinely fun. It was a calm feeling of peace and normalcy that I was starting to let pierce the ball of stress and anger I hid at the back of my thoughts. Better to rip the wound wipe open at the start, where the only damage I could do was expose my insecurities and hurt trust. Tearing the hole wide open after bits of meat had already started to form would break me. To my surprise, Teddy sighed deeply and closed his eyes instead of confirming my fear or crushing my spirit. "I''m sorry. You are not a problem in any way. That''s not where I was going with this. And Isaac doesn''t hate you. He just... doesn''t understand you." "That sounds stupid." "A little, but that''s only because you don''t know his history. It''s not my story, so I won''t tell it. However, that doesn''t mean you shouldn''t be allowed some context. All you really need to know about Isaac is that his family treated him poorly. And because of who his family is and what that makes Isaac, that meant he had to deal a lot with people who always had ulterior motives. Endless backstabbing from a young age would mess with anyone''s head. And somebody like you, well, it''s not a surprise he finds it hard to be relaxed around you." "Again, what do you mean?" This time, Teddy opened his eyes and turned to face me. The golden rings were glowing, an intense bright light that attracted my gaze. His face was no longer smiling, nor was it frowning in any way. "A random stranger from a race that''s so rarely seen in our world that one could count on their hands the number of people spotted belonging to said race. Young, most likely around our age, maybe a little younger, maybe a little older. Within a day of appearing at the village, he somehow befriended the guildmaster to the point of receiving special training and attention that no new adventurers would ever receive. Not to mention that this stranger appeared with another stranger, both claiming to have total amnesia and somehow, even worse, are actually untiered. You are not hiding your tier, nor did you hide your powers. Rather, these two anomalies appear like newborn fawns running out of the woods into civilization." Teddy bombarded me with facts that I couldn''t refute. Suddenly, mana rushed out of Teddy, and I saw tiny golden runes appear along the band of glowing gold in his eyes. He maintained a neutral face and ignored my shock as he continued. "Even stranger is the display of two individuals who have storage powers, the kind of thing entire clans and families fight over. And the one individual has not one but three familiars, another very rare kind of skill. Not even to mention the fact that this familiar is a healing skill of serious power. No association is known or discovered, no slip that reveals who this person can be or belong to. Then when a wild rift of the highest colour appears, the two individuals get placed within the expedition team despite being tier zero. And in the end, there is some sort of catastrophe where only three other people survive. And now, finally, this stranger turns up alive, but only after being discovered emerging from a dungeon that somehow got corrupted by the rift. Followed in the end by a visit from a god, spikes of uncontrollable rage, and now our beloved Uncle asked us personally to take you along with us and guide you." I wanted to argue and somehow defend myself, but I was too stunned. My shoulders sagged, and I dropped my gaze. The intensity of Teddy''s stare was too much to match. "I... you''re right. That sounds extremely...suspicious. I understand." I admitted, defeat evident in my voice. The mana I felt coming from Teddy waned until it disappeared entirely. Teddy relaxed his shoulders, and he returned to staring at the sky. "In truth, I don''t care about that. I''m curious, but I''m not worried. Celanae isn''t either, in case you''re wondering. And none of what I mentioned is really why Isaac is so bothered by you. I''ll interfere if it ever becomes too much, but try to talk with him at some point. Maybe after another couple of weeks, he''ll willingly explain it himself." I looked up in surprise and with more than a bit of doubt. "How does all that not matter? What could possibly be more of a reason for Isaac to act weird than all that you mentioned? Why are you so okay with this?" ¡°To put it simply, I trust Brelten and even you. I have good instincts when it comes to people. Literally so, I have a passive skill for it. When I say I trust someone, I mean it. Uncle was like a second father to me, to all of us. He was a mentor, teacher, parental figure, and friend to us all. He''s family, so I would never needlessly doubt him. If I lived life like Isaac, constantly doubting others, I wouldn''t enjoy it. Therefore, I choose to believe in you. Although I may worry about your past experiences and anger issues, I''m excited to have you travel with us, Cyrus. After all, you can never have too many friends." I was starting to feel mentally exhausted. Within a small frame of time, I was whiplashed through a rollercoaster of emotions and thoughts. The feeling that something was wrong, that something wasn''t right, would never be truly crushed and erased. But that didn''t mean Teddy didn''t help shrink it down even further. The raw honesty in his words and actions gave me much to think about, many of them positive. I remembered the offer he made about taking me on a tour of all the best food stalls. After checking my system clock, it was still a long way off before lunch. "Thank you for being candid with me. I''ll try to talk to Isaac at some point." I said. He gave me a smile in return and said nothing else. I smirked back in response. "You know, you did offer to take me to several food stalls. And while the unfortunately named dingle balls were delicious, that was only a single stall. Are you still offering to buy me a meal?" Teddy laughed good-naturedly and slowly stood up. He offered me a hand, and I took it. "Very well, then. Let''s go find Ulfan. He makes delicious pastries." I trailed behind him as he walked away from the fountain. While departing, I noticed another person standing under an archway leading into a grand building. The building was made of black marble with gold and silver accents and was the most prominent structure in the vicinity. As I turned a corner to catch up with Teddy, I still felt the lingering stare of the robed man on my neck. Chapter 23: A Day in Helio: A Friendly Chat About an hour later, with my storage space filled with tons of extra food from all the various stalls Teddy showed me, I followed the big man back to the inn. The best way to end the eating tour was undoubtedly by laying down on some cloud furniture. I sunk like a stone into a large pink cloud of cosmic fluff and embraced my inner sloth. If it weren''t for Teddy calling my name, I would have fallen asleep the moment my eyes closed shut. "Wh-whmph?" I pushed myself up enough so the cloudy material no longer blocked my head. "What is it? Did you call my name?" I asked slowly. Teddy shook his head and rested his head on his hand. "You never answered my question. What do you see yourself doing in the future?" His words were serious again, even with the relaxed smile he sported. I begrudgingly fully sat up and crossed my legs underneath me. "I don''t really know? I have massive gaps in my overall knowledge about how things work. And I guess my goals are pretty vague without Sam here to push me in any direction." "Anything in particular. Anything at all that you want to work towards?" I paused and gave it some thought. In truth, I already had an answer to this question. It was easy to answer, and I felt it etched inside my soul. The simmering rage, the one always beneath the surface of my thoughts, lurking, waiting, ready to strike and remind me of the things that plagued my dreams at night, provided an answer to Teddy''s question. "I want to get stronger. I want to become powerful enough that I''ll never be in a situation where I feel as useless and pathetic as I watched my best friend, my sister, get dragged into the void. Outside of that? I don''t know. Ask me how I want to accomplish that goal? I can''t say because I don''t know what''s best. I have no idea where to start." The acid filling my voice was hard to control. Teddy wasn''t who I was angry at, and he was most likely asking me this question to help me. I had to settle for clicking my fangs together, the simple, odd motion giving me something to shift my focus away from the anger. Teddy didn''t frown, and he didn''t wince or give me a sympathetic look. He matched the intensity of my stare and cracked a bright smile. "That''s a clearer goal than none. I assume then that means one of the first things you want to do is fill up your skill slots. The number of slots you have is personal, but I have to ask. Are you able to reach true ascendence?" "You mean all fifteen slots? Then yes, I have ten for active and five for passive¡ªthree actives, one passive. I have... err, do racial skills count as one of your slotted skills? Because I already know I can''t increase the skill directly like I can the others." Teddy''s eyes perked up as I openly shared private information about my skills. On the last question, he shook his head. "No, racial skills and acquired skills outside of skillstones do not count against your slot total." "Good to know. Then yeah, I only have three active filled." "Do you know your affinities? I can already guess fire and nature. It''s unusual to have high affinity with opposite aspects, but it''s not unheard of." I didn''t answer him right away. As willing as I was to trust him and divulge most of my status, I was unsure about revealing my identity. About a week and a half. That was how long I had technically known the guy. But, being honest with myself, I wanted to trust him. I wanted to have someone who could help me so that I didn''t need to hide and be selective with information regarding me. The morning spent with him going out of his way to show me the city and talk with me heavily weighed in on my decision. "That answer is a bit complicated. Not sure how to put it." Teddy conjured a small leather sack into his hand. He reached inside it and fumbled around for a couple of seconds before finding what he was looking for. He pulled out a small sphere with more than a dozen gemstones embedded in the white crystalline shell. He tossed the thing to me, and I caught it with my right hand. As I brought it closer to my face to inspect all the different gems, he explained what the device was. "Wasn''t sure I still had the thing. It''s rare for one''s affinities to go up, but it does happen sometimes. This is called an Aspelo Sphere. When you channel your mana into it, the device will examine your mana and light up the corresponding gems according to your affinity. This is a simpler version than the one the temple uses, but it should do for now. The more advanced device can tell you in specific percentages how high your affinity is, but this one is simpler, so we''ll rely on how brightly lit the gems are. Go ahead and give it a go." I ran my thumb across a purple gemstone and felt the cool glass texture against my skin. Instead of channeling my mana like instructed, I set the ball down in my lap and looked up at Teddy. "Before I do this, I need to ask. Is this place safe? Nobody else can see or hear us in here? And while I trust you, I would prefer if we kept this a secret between us for now. Once I do this, there might be more to explain than you initially thought," I said carefully. "We should be safe here. This is a v.i.p. room, so Uzu puts in a lot of serious runes to prevent scrying or anything of the sort. Still, give me a second," he replied. I felt mana pulse out of him, and the golden circle in his eyes lit up again. I couldn''t see exactly what he did, but the feeling was the same as the last time he used his skill back at the fountain. "There, as an added measure, I''m adding an illusion around us. That way, even if somebody can see into this room, all they will see is us sleeping. I can''t do anything about sound, so you''ll have to rely on my word when I said Uzu warded the rooms well enough." I felt silly at the extent of caution I was going to, but I felt safer this way. Looking back at how easily Sam and I revealed our statuses to Brelten and Talis, I wanted to smack myself in the head. It was through sheer luck that we didn''t somehow get murdered or imprisoned back then. "All right then, here I go." How silly would things be if nothing happened or all of my cautions were for nothing? I''m not sure I could emotionally handle it if Teddy just laughed at me for being silly. I closed my eyes and sunk into my soulspace. The wisps of light danced along the water, but I ignored them for now. This time, I started to funnel some mana out of my chest and into my hands, following along like a spectral ghost as the liquid energy rushed through my body. It was hard to follow the mana out of my body and into the sphere, but I briefly caught a glimpse of what was happening. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. My mana pushed into the crystal skin of the sphere with little resistance. If anything, the device seemed to greedily welcome in the mana. I wasn''t skilled enough to watch for more than a second, but I saw that my mana entered a central grey area where it branched off into thin wire-like lines connected to each gem. As I pulled my consciousness away from my soulspace and returned to the physical world, I looked down at my hand and saw exactly what I was expecting. Glowing brightly with coloured light, every gem was lit like a Christmas bulb. I turned the sphere slowly examined it from all angles, and confirmed that every gem was equally lit. When I turned my attention to Teddy, I met his surprised stare. His jaw was slack, and his eyebrows were raised. After watching me slowly spin the Aspelo sphere in my hands, he regained his composure and sat up with his back completely straight. "I understand now why you were being so cagey. This is rather unheard of. The highest recorded amount of affinities was from a half-elemental half-dwarf woman, and she only had seven. And with how bright they are glowing, I''d say you have near-perfect affinity in everything." His voice had a current of amazement, but I detected something negative trailing behind it. When his neutral expression slowly dripped into a tight frown, I instinctively squeezed down on the sphere. "Aaaah! Don''t squeeze too hard; the thing may not look it, but it''s incredibly fragile," he called out. I relaxed the pressure and tossed him the device. He caught it easily and made it disappear. Not wanting to be the first to say something, I waited for the questions to start flowing. Instead of starting a round of interrogation, he sat there silently. When I began to show my confusion, he blinked and then cocked his head. Finally, after more than five minutes of silence, I mentally cursed the man in my head and sighed deeply. "Alright, what gives? Why are you silent?" I asked suspiciously. Teddy flashed his pearly whites and leaned back into his cloud chair. "I have plenty of questions," he answered nonchalantly. A flash of anger flared up. It was starting to feel like he was mocking me. "And why don''t you ask them then? Or was your reaction fake when I used the device?" "I believe I''ve proven myself as an honest individual, Cyrus. The reaction was genuine." "Then why?" "Why not bombard you with a hundred questions? That''s easy to answer. I respect your privacy. You''ve already shown enough trust in me to reveal critical information about yourself. I have no intention of pushing past what you are willing to voluntarily give. But do not mistake my silence as a direct insult to your person. If Celanae were here, she''d have dozens of journals ready to be filled with the very same questions I want to ask you," he explained calmly. As he explained, I felt a surge of anger trying to take hold of me, but it quickly dissipated. I briefly entertained the thought of punching Teddy but soon found myself laughing at the unexpected turn of events. My mind was struggling to keep up with the situation. Teddy continued to smile at me kindly while I cackled like a maniac. Once I calmed down, I wiped a tear from my eye and attempted to mimic his posture. However, within five seconds, I sank back into the soft, comfortable cloud furniture. "You know what? Screw, trying to be careful and safe. You said that you trust me, so I''ll reciprocate the same right back. This should answer most of your questions, though I won''t promise it won''t lead to more." I pulled up the sleeve on my left arm, folding the material back to my elbow. With the material cleared, I extended my hand, palm up so that he could clearly see my arm. As I brought my will to bare, my legacy mark appeared. The red symbol depicting a circle containing an upside-down triquetra etched itself onto my skin. With my pale body, the red stood out like an angry welt. This time, when I looked at Teddy, wanting to see his reaction, I flashed my fangs. There was no smile, not this time. "So, I''ll ask again. Any questions?" He closed his mouth and chuckled. "Fine. You got me. I wasn''t expecting that. Hell of a way to trump somebody. On the bright side, the others owe me money." "You guys bet on me? That''s a little twisted." "We always have one major bet in place at all times. Helps make things fun during all the parts that suck. But, ignoring all that, for now. I can confidently say that Isaac was right. Whenever we return to the capital, it will be an interesting experience, for sure." "What do you mean?" He waved his hand dismissively, warding off my question. As he raised his palm into the air, a metallic cube appeared in his hands. It was easy to notice all the runework etched into the metal, for the cube''s surface had next to no space left that was not inscribed. He lowered the cube into his lap and placed a hand on top. The etched lines glowed a brilliant gold. Unfortunately, my weird translating power did not let me decipher the runes. I did, however, recognize the largest rune on the front of the cube. There was little Brelten could teach me about runes simply because the actual practice of enchanting was a closely guarded trade secret. I was given a brief lecture about a few standard runes to look out for. One of those runes was the symbol for ''lock.'' With both hands on the cube, different symbols started to dim while others glowed brighter. After a dozen seconds, there was a loud clicking noise, and the small metallic box opened. Teddy gently placed the opened box in front of him and then spun it around so I could see inside. "There''ll be plenty of time for you to share your story. And hopefully, you''ll be able to trust the others enough to share it with them. Still, thank you for trusting me enough to reveal what you have. However, in the future, I suggest you don''t, which is a little hypocritical of me. Some people might not be able to recognize the significance of why your symbol is upside down, but plenty of people will. We have grown up on stories about the legendary Reborns. Growing up, several books we had to read expanded upon how they affected history both famously and infamously." When he referred to Reborns as legendary, I felt a slight sense of revulsion. Although Brelten had previously explained this, a part of me resisted the notion. It evoked the idea that my future was predetermined and unchangeable, as if I was destined to be a disaster waiting to happen. But I refuse to accept this idea of fate. I ground my teeth and tried to slow my breathing. "I understand," I said as neutrally as possible. "Can''t wait till Celanae finds out. She''ll probably be your biggest fan. She''s always reading those fiction books about you guys. She used to hide it, embarrassed and all that. Now though? She''s secretly converted Igas and Isaac to her cult, worshipping some author. I believe she told me she was on book number thirty-two of the guy." After pausing to chuckle at his own words, Teddy patted the rim of the opened metal box. "You said you wanted to gain more power. You need strength; to do that, you must fill your slots. Then let me offer this to you as an exchange. As a fellow legacy-bearer to another, I''ll offer you a single skillstone if you agree to mutually share our legacy''s description. What do you say?" I counted two rows of metallic shelves inside the box as I looked down. Five stones were slotted into the first row and four into the second. Each crystal was, at minimum, tier two. The answer was obvious. "I accept. Do you want me to share my status screen?" I asked. "I got a better idea. We can make this official since we both have a legacy," he said. Suddenly, the light in the room shifted, and the surrounding corners dimmed. Teddy held out his arm, and his legacy mark blazed on his wrist. Where my symbol was red, his was blue. "I, Theodore Lightcrest, initiate an exchange of information. From one ascendant to another, I offer this strand of my tapestry. I consent to the binding by the Grand Weave. Do you accept?" There was a burning itch along my wrist, and I caught the red legacy mark blazing with a red light. The air felt heavy, and Teddy''s words rang in my ear. With his right hand extended, I could almost see a ghostly image of a single golden thread wrapped around his hand and extending out from his fingers. There was a flash of memories that raced through my thoughts. I was aware of what needed to be done without any conscious effort. Even though my brain tried to convince me that I shouldn''t know this information, it felt like second nature. Using my memories as a guide, I extended my left hand, and a faint gold thread emerged from my middle finger. When Teddy leaned in, I grabbed his wrist and connected our threads. Chapter 24: Decisions, Decisions, What to Choose? It felt like electricity. A rush of energy flowed through my finger, up my arm, and all the way into my chest. I didn''t have to check my soulspace to know that something was happening to my soul. Despite the heat and pressure, none of what was going on felt malicious or harmful. I continued to stare at the ghostly thread as it slowly started to solidify. The more real it became, the stronger the pressure. The mark on both of our wrists now gave off a near-blinding light. As the pressure ramped to the point the world felt like it was sinking, suddenly everything stopped. The onslaught of energy disappeared, and I felt something inside my soulspace shift. Teddy released his grip, and my hand fell away. When I flickered my vision to look at his face, text appeared and expanded in front of me. STATUS Name: Theodore Lightcrest Race: Human Age: 24 Tier: 2 Active Skills: Passive Skills: Perks: Legacy of the Guiding Lantern Shadesbane As I Stand, So Do They Soul Bonded Beast: Arturous Legacy of the Guiding Lantern: I sat there, slowly engulfed by the cloud chair. Teddy did more than show me info about his Legacy. Instead, he showed me the whole damn status sheet. And holy shit! There are a lot of skills to read. A big thing to note was that he had more than the maximum skills in his active and passive slots. Arturous and Teddy shared a massive benefit in being bonded together. His age didn''t surprise me. He looked young, and even though he had a sense of maturity, it didn''t match that of someone like Brelten or Bera. I was very interested in his Calming Presence passive skill. The idea of being mentally influenced made me feel conflicted. On the one hand, it didn''t seem like a bad influence; in many ways, it could easily be seen as a positive thing. On the other, being influenced at all meant I was being subjected to a sort of compulsion, which I was told in no uncertain terms was a bad thing. As I finished inspecting his status, I turned to Teddy. He sat there calmly with his hands on his lap. When he saw my eyes focus on him, he smiled and waved. "Before you ask your questions, let me ask you a favor. The deal we made was judged and approved by the Grand Weave itself. I didn''t include any stipulation that any information we shared would be kept private. But, if you could, please try not to tell others about my full status. Outside of my parents, Uncle Brelten, and the others, nobody knows what''s on there. I know you agreed to only share the information about your Legacy, but I wanted to show my full status as a sign of trust," Teddy said seriously. I nodded in agreement and extended my hand. As he shook it, he seemed to calm down and sit more comfortably. "I won''t share this with anyone. Thank you for confiding in me," I assured him. I even gave a small bow with my hand over my heart to show my sincerity. "Thank you." He sat silently as I squirmed in my seat. When I opened my mouth to speak, he held up a hand and stopped me. "I''ll answer a single question about my skills. The rest, you can find out later. I got to keep some secrets, after all." Before I could change my mind, I blurted out the question that bothered me the most. "Doesn''t your passive skill, Calming Presence, count as mental manipulation? I was under the impression that skills like that were outlawed. Are you influencing me right now?" Teddy shook his head. "It''s not an illegal skill. The passive is a minor effect that slowly calms people down. It doesn''t force you to be calm, nor does it actively intrude on your thoughts. If you wanted to resist the effect, you could, and I wouldn''t be able to force it. Imagine a person with social anxiety being forced to speak publicly to a large crowd. If they noticed me nearby, the stress would slowly lower, and their thoughts would clear. I wouldn''t completely erase the fear or anxiety, but I could serve as a comforting presence to help anchor their thoughts. Plus, I can somewhat deactivate the passive if I really want to. Does that answer your question?" "Yes" I felt relieved to discover that I wasn''t being manipulated. The skill intrigued me, particularly the idea that certain types of mental influence might be deemed appropriate. I''m happy I''m not responsible for creating laws for the kingdom, as the process would be long and complex. "I guess I''ll reciprocate in turn. Anything you want to ask?" "No, not really. I assume your Legacy is pretty simple to understand in terms of evolving skills. While mine is geared toward making me some kind of aura-based defender, yours is more in line with becoming a summoner. Unless I''m mistaken?" This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. "No, you hit the nail on the head." He cocked his head slightly, and I realized why. I mentally cursed myself for using a saying from Earth. I''m sure my words translated perfectly, but the phrase may have been odd to hear. "Well then, let''s get you your promised reward. These skills are some of the ones we kept for one reason or another. With all of us having our skill slots maxed, we don''t have a pressing need to keep any of them. We were considering sponsoring a Brave at some point, but it never worked out. So, a couple of the skills were kept with them in mind. You can pick any skillstone except the first one on the bottom row and the third in the top row. The first is the first skillstone we ever looted, so it holds sentimental value, and the other is promised to someone else." I shuffled over to where Teddy sat and gingerly picked up the metal cube. I counted five tier-two skillstones, three tier-threes, and one tier-four. I sat down on a cloud and pointed at the first skillstone. "So what was this one? If you guys didn''t use it, I assume it wasn''t a good skill," I asked while examining the mud-coloured crystal. "It''s not a terrible skill; rather, it isn''t compatible with our affinities. The skillstone holds the skill: Sinking Mud. According to the guild appraiser, it''s a decent control skill that creates a small pit of sticky mud underneath the target. Igas might have been able to use it if he had some affinity for earth, but he doesn''t." I stopped examining the crystal and placed it back into its slot. I had Teddy give me a rundown on the rest of the skillstones and quickly eliminated three of the tier-twos and one of the tier-threes. Three skillstones were fire- and nature-based, so I removed them from consideration. There was something to be gained by having a powerset aligned in a cohesive element, but I wanted to maximize my advantage of having access to all affinities. That left me with the rest of the skillstones, and I organized a list in my head. Going through the options a final time. Skillstones: Tier Two: Tier Three: Tier Four: "I''ve narrowed it down to these three. I do have a question, though." "Sure, but can I ask why you eliminated the other stones?" he asked inquisitively. I nodded my head and pointed at a red skillstone the colour of burnt orange. "I already have Zharia, so I don''t need another fire-based skill. The healing skill is useless to me since I already have ¨¢ine. And I''m not certain, but her skillstone was probably tier-four. So even though the healing skill is tier-three and valuable, it isn''t needed. And using the logic I denied the fire-aspected stone with, I don''t want to get another nature spirit, even if it''s meant for attack rather than support. And the passive skill doesn''t sound that appealing. Deeper Stamina would increase my stamina and stamina regeneration, but I already have ¨¢ine. She can sort of indirectly restore my stamina," I explained. Teddy nodded in approval. "Good, you''re thinking about this logically. What''s your question?" I picked up the lone tier-four skillstone. It held within a roiling cloud of black that swirled with speckles of shiny, grey light. "Why haven''t you used this? This seems insanely good, so much so that I don''t understand why Isaac hasn''t crushed and integrated it already. It''s death and dark, right?" "We only acquired that a few months ago. And it was a reward from a rift. And while Isaac would have used it if he could, he''s not willing to remove a skill for it. The setback from doing so would be too taxing in the long run. Plus, that''s not a skill we want to use. What we had to do, what we watched and survived inside that rift, that stone is a bitter, sour reminder of it all. If it wasn''t a tier four, Eodyne or Igas would have chucked it into the void." Teddy''s face soured, and his voice dripped with bitter heat. Whatever happened inside that rift must have been terrible. I didn''t reply but nodded my head at his words. Setting the stone down, I went through my options. First was Earthen Shelter. I didn''t care too much about the small size of the structure. Instead, I wanted to see what would happen once my power evolved it. A familiar who could create a safe place no matter where I was, was tempting. Alas, it didn''t make the cut compared to the other, higher-tiered skills. So I mentally excluded it from the list and moved on. Lunar Revelry was one hell of a skill. Though, it sounded strangely familiar. And with my brain not giving me any clarification on the subject, I let that thought go. The skill itself was very, very tempting. Despite being an illusion-based skill, from Teddy''s description, the skill did damage while serving as a means of control. It was a two-for-one package and I really wanted to see it evolve. Finally, there was the tier four. An actual looting ability, it was the stuff of fantasy. If this was a videogame and I was given the option to create loot from nothing, I wouldn''t have hesitated, for a moment, to pick it. Even with the way Teddy regarded the skill, I didn''t have such issues. Ultimately, I went with my gut and chose the skillstone that would help me the most. As much as Lunar Revelry would have made for an amazing familiar, I still had most of my skillslots to fill. And so far, nearly half of my skills were because of charity disguised as trade. I was under no illusion as to what Teddy was doing for me. I picked up the skillstone containing Spoils of the Fallen and returned the metal cube to Teddy. "I choose this. I wanted the tier-three skillstone, but I need something like this more. This will help me in the future. And from what Brelten told me, not every skill has to be something that I can attack with. Forcing myself in one specific direction would make me imbalanced. So, unless I find a team of people to join up with within the next few days, I''ll be relying on myself for a while. That means I need to be able to survive alone and do everything myself," I tried to sound confident. For some reason, I felt like I wanted Teddy''s approval and his understanding of why I chose this specific skill. Teddy closed the metal cube and made it disappear. He stood up with a serious face that revealed nothing. With two short steps, he came closer and slowly lowered his hand onto my shoulder. A second later, he beamed a bright smile. "You don''t have to explain it to me. Your logic was sound, and you made your choice with confidence. I''m glad there will be some use for that thing. Better to use it for something good instead of letting it waste the sacrifice it was made from. Do you need me to watch over you while you use the stone? I may not have a familiar, but I know from my studies that contracting a spirit forces you to go to the spirit plane." "That would be amazing, thank you," I replied. Teddy removed his hand and sat down on his chair. I slowly made my way over to the cloud I was using and lay down. Holding up the small crystal in my hand, I watched the sparkling lights fade in and out of existence. With a final deep, cleansing breath, I channeled some mana into the stone and squeezed. As the skillstone turned to black and grey dust, it sunk into my pores and dissolved. I watched my soulspace and observed the lake of mana with the small wisps of light dance around the above the water. When another wisp started to appear right above the lake''s center, the other wisps circled around it in excitement. Soon the wisp expanded and then condensed. A new, unfamiliar weight pressed into my soul, and I finally opened my status sheet. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn ( Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills: Passive Skills: Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood Child of Mana I quickly opened my eyes and spotted Teddy giving me a worried look. I smiled to ease his worry and then closed my eyes. It was time to contract another familiar. Chapter 25: Deaths Tantrum. The more I traveled to the elemental planes, the more I started to adjust to the abrupt change in scenery. ¨¢ine was from a forest filled with nature and life. Zharia brought me to a lake of fire amidst massive volcanos. This time? It couldn''t have been more different. I stood inside a circle of black stone. At least, that was what I thought it was until I looked around. On the edge of the ring, five massive pillars jutted out from the grey soil, surrounding me in a semicircle. As my eyes trailed upwards, I noticed green glyphs etched into the pillars. When I finally saw the tip of the pillar beside me, I had to pause. My brain didn''t want to accept what I was seeing, but eventually, I forced it to comply and accept the reality. The five pillars were not pillars, and the black stone was not stone. Spinning in a circle, I examined each pillar until I found one was shorter than the other. It was thicker and only had a single groove. There was now no doubt about what I was standing on. The ground beneath me was made of bone, blackened bone the colour of charcoal. And the five pillars? They were fingers and a lone thumb that reached dozens of meters into the sky. I stopped focusing on the pillars and turned my attention back to my surroundings. For miles, there was nothing but grey dirt, void of all colour. There was no wind, no smell, only a bleak, empty landscape. The sky itself was a muted grey without a cloud in sight. For some reason, I had a bad feeling in my stomach. I couldn''t tell what exactly was giving me this sense of dread, but it was there. Still, I took comfort in the knowledge that the circle protected me. Zhuyin''s warning blared in the back of my mind, so I took a minute to prepare myself. I sat down and crossed my legs underneath me. I tried to feel the material underneath with both hands touching the floor. But, no matter how I ran my hands across the cold surface, the bones felt like stone. Ignoring the fact I was standing on some giant skeleton hand, I closed my eyes and delved into my soulspace. After seeing nothing but endless grey, the lake of mana was a beautiful sight. The three wisps were there floating along slowly. The newest wisp, the one that was my new skill, hovered above the center of the lake. It did not move, and it remained dull compared to its kind. Soon, little one. Soon you can join the others. I wasn''t entirely sure why I thought those words, but it felt right. As I mentally grabbed a strand of mana, I pushed it through and guided it out of my palms and into the circle. I focused entirely on regulating the flow of mana and ignored what was happening in the physical world. From instincts I could not place, I knew that the more mana I put into the circle, the better my chances of impressing the guardian. The Weave bound them to help me complete the ritual, but I knew they had some leeway in how much they helped. Since I was monitoring my mana more closely this time, I wasn''t surprised by the effects of mana fatigue. The familiar sense of deep cold affected me even in my soulspace, but the results were more muted than they were if my senses were focused in the real world. Soon, mana fatigue turned into mana shock, and I had to clench my teeth to stop them from shaking. Two of the wisps floated over and hovered next to my shoulders. No words were said, but I knew ¨¢ine and Zharia were silently encouraging me. Once my body started to feel like I was floating, I tapered off the flow and stopped it. The two wisps bobbed up and down, and I smiled. After I mentally prepared myself, I drew my senses out of the soulspace and plunged back into the outside world. Instantly, I was hit by a piercing cold as my veins filled with ice. I felt slow, and my mind was sluggish, so it took me a while to notice the changes in my surroundings. The runes etched onto the giant bones were blazing with an eldritch glow. Black smoke trailed into the now crimson sky, where a massive cloud was starting to form. And above me, only just visible, was a floating black skull. It was roughly human in its shape and size, but that''s where the similarities ended. There were three eye sockets, two on each side of the face and one in the middle of the forehead. In each socket, it blazed a deep violet, a small, flickering flame that flared inside a void of absolute black. And along the jaw was another set of fangs next to sharp canines. I stared at the skull, waiting in complete silence for something to happen. The skull did not come closer, but it followed my movements, tracking my position as I shuffled side to side. There was no indication if this was the guardian or a random spirit. So, I tried calling out to it. "Greeting''s spiri-" I was cut off by a distinct cracking sound coming from my left. Before my eyes flickered over to where the sound came from, I saw the purple fire flash brighter for a moment. Soon, more and more cracking sounds started to sound off from all around me. When a white, skeletal hand pushed through the earth and clawed at the empty air, I sucked in a deep breath and held it. As the bleached skeleton slowly emerged through the earth, it was followed by an endless tide of limbs doing the same. And not every limb was that of a human. From bladed appendages to massive limbs that ended in giant, clawed bones, they tore through the ashen soil. From the multitude of cracks where the skeletons exited the earth, I saw a mass of shadowy wraiths and ghosts fly into the sky. Some twitched as if their bodies were rejected by reality, and others let out a grey smoke that blurred the edges of their limbs and faces. They darkened the sky like a large flock of birds while thousands and thousands of skeletons stood in an eerie stillness. The only thing keeping me from freaking out was the barely visible green barrier that protected the circle. It felt like I just entered a plane of hell, and I fully expected the dark clouds to start raining blood. Crack! This time, I could see the world rumble. The silent apparitions let out a blood-draining screech as they flew away from where a massive crack had formed. Even the skeletons clacked their jaws and fled. A giant limb made from blackened bone rose into the sky. Etched into the stone-like material were glyphs that shined a dim violet, the same colour as the flames inside the floating skull. And around its wrist was a copper manacle whose chain extended deep into the earth. Dragging itself out from the crack, a titan-sized, headless, one-armed skeleton slowly stood up. There were copper cuffs around both legs and the neck despite there being no head. The chains dangled with loose, grey dirt, but there was not a single scratch on the metal itself. By now, all the undead creatures were freaking out. Jaws were crunching on air, gnashing their teeth, while others flailed their limbs and lashed at the ground. The flying shades swirled around in a maelstrom of screams and spasming appendages. A few undead started to back away while others crawled closer to the mountain-sized skeleton. When a spirit whose skull was that of a wolf and had arms three times longer than its body pressed itself against the barrier, a bright flash of green light flared, and the creature screeched in pain. It stepped back and turned to face my way. It tentatively reached out a claw-tipped toe and pushed into the barrier, only for another flash of green to cause the creature pain. It looked at me with its eyeless skull and let out a roar. This thing shouldn''t even be able to make noise! How the fuck is it roaring! With a running start, it rushed forward, and I felt myself reaching for my spear, only to grasp nothing but air. Instead of launching into the air like I thought, the spirit stopped and flung its extended limbs forward. They traveled through the air like whips and smashed into the barrier, only to be met with the same flare of green light. The arms were thrown back with force and caused the skeleton to stumble into another spirit directly behind it. Like dominoes, this started a chain reaction of spirits bumping into each other. As one, this caused the horde of bones to turn toward me. This was the tipping point as they all began to run at the barrier. The flashes of light were so frequent and numerous that I was forced to close my eyes and look away. Even after using my hands to blunt the emerald flares, I was left seeing bright spots in my vision. I forced my eyes open, only managing to squint narrowly against the light. Despite the obvious pain the barrier inflicted, the creatures kept attacking the circle. And whenever one tried to turn away, they were forced into the barrier by the mass of bodies behind it. The screams and screeches were enough to haunt my scariest nightmares. With no room to escape, the spirits that were in constant contact with the barrier began to smoke and char. The glyphs along the finger pillars blazed with actual fire. And for a second, they dimmed to nothing before searing my eyes in a wave of green flames. I wasn''t physically hurt, but I felt a hammering headache beginning to form. Clutching my head in my hands, I stood up again and slowly peeled open my eyes. The grey soil was untouched, but the thousands of spirits that just moments before were clawing their way at me in a frenzy were lying on the ground, several dozen feet away. Several of the spirit''s bones were nothing but black charcoal, and more than a couple of shades were reduced to burning piles of goop. This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. I massaged my temples and watched the spirits slowly get up. Glancing at where the giant skeleton stood, I saw it standing completely still, not having moved an inch since it got up. This time, a large spirit approached. It had two extra sets of arms and a tail with a bladed bonespike notched at the end. Like before, it picked up speed and ran at me. I prepared for another flash of green light, but it never came. When I opened my eyes, I found the floating obsidian skull hovering above the spirit. The skull lowered itself onto the head of the spirit. As it landed with a muted clack, a wave of black tendrils sprouted from the bottom of the black skull. They carved into the spirit''s body and spread until the entire skeleton was covered from head to toe. As the tendrils stopped moving, purple glyphs slowly appeared along the bones. The skull''s flames flashed, and the glyphs blazed with violet light. "..." There were no words spoken, but I felt a thrum of power spread out. It was only after I noticed my heart started to race. There was silence. Behind the hijacked spirit, the rest of the horde of bone monsters stood still; some looked like they were stuck in a silent scream, but not a single sound or movement was made. All at once, a thousand voices spoke. One deep, masculine voice led, while the others trailed behind with only a half-second delay. "Life. Alive. Mortal. Foolish Stripling." The headache in my head worsened, and I collapsed onto the floor. Blood slowly began to leak from my nose as I struggled to hold my head up and look at the spirit. "Weak. Young. Marked. Thrice Branded." It continued. I felt my throat fill with liquid, and I vomited onto the floor. When I looked down, I saw a pool of blood as I hacked up the coppery fluid. Gritting my teeth, I dug my claws into the ground but couldn''t even leave a scratch. "Greetings, Great Guardian. I am... Cyrus. I''ve come to make a contract." I sputtered. Every instinct in me told me that if I were to make the wrong move, I would die. I wasn''t even sure how I was taking damage. The circle was supposed to protect me, and it did. The spirits from before couldn''t breach the barrier, and I know from what Zhuyin told me that it protected me from the environment. Still, somehow, in some way, this thing destroyed my body by only speaking. The guardian cocked its head. "Young Monarch. Fragile. Flawed. Scarred and Broken." His words resonated something within my chest, and I felt a thump of pain reverberate across my body. My anger flared, and I scratched at the floor till one of my nails cracked. This thing has no right to call me that! I was not broken! The part of me that wanted to rage and burn everything in my way tried to crawl its way out of the corner of my mind. But, one look around at the thousands of living statues along with the skeleton big enough to wrestle skyscrapers was enough to leash the beast back in its cage. I watched as a blackened chip of bone flaked off the spirit''s body. The purple glyph next to its right elbow sputtered and then died. The glyph faded away, leaving a splotch of black ash behind. If the guardian cared, then it did not show it. Not that I was able to tell with the spirit lacking any facial muscles. "Oh Guardian, I have... come to offer my skill. For a contract with me, I am offering The Dead Will Provide," I declared. "..." "..." "..." "I See... That Skill... Yet Exists" The voices'' cacophony set my nerves on edge, and I clenched my teeth. "Tell me, young Stripling. How did one such as you acquire such a thing? " I swallowed the lump in my throat, but the reflex nearly caused me to cough. The guardian may have posed it as a question, but every instinct inside me told me it was a command. A command that I could not afford to ignore. Still, a small part of me defiantly rebelled, making me pause. Not for long, but long enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. "I used a skillstone called The Spoils of the Fallen. My mark evolved the skill to fit me better. And so my skill is now called The Dead Will Provide." "..." Every time the guardian spoke, I could feel each wave of power push into my head. It scratched behind my eyes and pushed against my eardrums. No words, not a single sentence, but intent. And what I felt? I felt anger. I caught the briefest movements at the very corner of my eye, only for the world to explode in a torrent of emerald heat. This time, I felt a wave of force knock me down into the palm of the skeleton hand. It felt like the air was forcefully pushed out of me, squeezed like a balloon. My ears rang, and blood poured out of my face. The small puddle turned into a pool that seeped into my clothing. Slowly, I pushed off the ground and raised my head to where I smelled smoke. Looming above me was the massive obsidian skeleton. Its lone arm was outstretched, pulling taunt the copper chains. Pushing into the barrier were the very tips of its claws. It only managed to reach the barrier, but each tip was longer than my body. The green barrier blazed with an eldritch fire that crackled angrily at the intrusion. Below it, the glyphs along the pillars were flashing in and out, with several of them snuffed of their light. The damn monster''s thrust was a meteor, and I could feel my legs shake underneath me. Turning my head carefully, I looked for the guardian and found it standing in the same place as before. However, along its body, wisps of green flames ate away at the shadowy tendrils. The original spirit''s body was half ash, while the rest was held together by the strands of energy that dug into its bones. "L?I?A?R?!? ?B?E?T?R?A?Y?E?R?!? ?A?R?R?O?G?A?N?T? ?R?U?N?T?!?I? ?W?I?L?L? ?S?T?R?I?P? ?Y?O?U?R? ?F?L?E?S?H? ?A?N?D? ?W?E?A?R? ?Y?O?U?R? ?B?O?N?E?S?!?" The guardian''s voice rang across the realm, the dark clouds crackling with red lightning. It pointed a finger at me, its limb flaking away into the air. "TO CLAIM MY SKILL AS YOUR OWN! I WILL ?????¨§????A????R???? ?????Y????????O????U??????R?????????? ????C???????O????R?????P???????S????¨¨????? AS MY COAT! CRUSH THE PRETENDER! E?????????I??????C?????????A???????????? THE CHILD! SUFFER! D?I?E?!" This was worse, worse than whatever Arz''odral ever managed to do. Even within my nightmares, they didn''t inspire such a soul-chilling fear. Yet, a strange emotion bubbled inside me. My nerves were shot, and I coughed up more blood, but I spit out the liquid and cleared my throat. This time, I let my defiant little heart run wild in the face of absolute death. "All talk, and despite your bite, you yap like a dog in the end. Claim my soul if you want, but I know, I know that you will never do anything else, ever again. Those chains? They''ll drag you even deeper, forever shackling you away as the Weave erases your name. The great lich, king of ????????????????????????e????????????????????l????????????????????t????????????????????????????????z??????????????????????a???????????????????????????????s??????????????????u?????????????????????????????, will be nothing but a piece of ash on the ground. Until even that tiny speck fades away into the endless void." I had no idea what was coming over me, but my mind knew; my soul understood the name of this guardian. And the tale of how the grandest lich in existence became jailor of this fallen realm, forced into servitude under the guise of a guardian for would-be-summoners. And amidst the promise of painful death, I could only laugh. A single tear ran down my face, blending with the trail of drying blood. "So quit your yapping, A???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????h?????????????????????????u????????????????????r???????????????????? ?????????????????????????????????r??????????????????????i?????????????????????????????????????????w??????????????????????????????????l?????????????????????d?????????????????! Fulfill your duty or disappear. For not even Death will accept you into its flock." "..." I waited as my strength slowly faded. Right then and there, I was prepared to die. But I was also ready to watch the Grand Weave deliver its sentence. A loud ding sounded out, coming from nowhere and everywhere simultaneously. The eldritch flames ate away at the last of the tendrils holding the spirit''s bones together, and it finally collapsed into a pile. The obsidian skull detached from the tendrils, and the purple flames behind its eyes vanished. The remaining skeletons who survived the blast from before followed the guardian and collapsed into piles of bones. I looked up into the sky and saw the clouds crackle with unreleased power. No matter how much I waited, the rain never came. Eventually, all that was left was the giant skeleton, still being eaten away by the barrier, and me. I closed my eyes and waited for my death to come. Whatever power that transported me here when I was to contract a new familiar, it didn''t let me return. I remained lying on the stone floor despite trying to flush my channels with mana several times. Before I could fade into unconsciousness, I heard another crack sound out. Utilizing the last of my strength and will, I sat up and looked around. The giant skeleton had retracted its limb and was now standing still. And the obsidian skull was floating once more. The purple flames in its eyes have been replaced with an ice-blue fire. And below it, a small crack had spread out from underneath it, barely wider than my hand. The pulse of energy snapped my head towards the guardian. "Apologies. The Stripling is right. Under my oath to the Weave, I will fulfill my duty. With it, Compensation." Out of the crack, a little spider crawled out. It was made of white chitin and had eight glowing purple eyes. It was about the size of my hand and had on its back a fanged skull with no lower jaw protecting its body, almost like a crab. The weirdest part was that I felt it was alive. Being in an elemental plane of death, the life was like a beacon. I couldn''t help but raise an eyebrow at the oddity. "What is this?" I asked. The guardian flared the fire behind its eyes. Its lower jaw opened, and a small, almost liquid-like ball of fire dripped down and floated into an orb beside the spider. "Fear of erasure. Fear of Death. I have forgotten my fear. Wish not to be Destroyed. I have erased the previous personality matrix. Several million years before Resurgence." I nodded my head even though I could only vaguely understand. "I understand the spider is to be my familiar, but what is that ball of fire? There''s no way I will trust you." "Redundant. Wasteful mistrust. I have given my word. I do not lie. I mean you no further harm. On this, I swear to the Grand Weave." Another ding sounded out from the realm, and the knowledge of the guardian''s truth came with it. To break his promise now would be impossible and would lead to its oblivion. "Very well, what is the orb?" "Remuneration. Investment. A part of my power. I believe you call this a Perk. Make the contract, then leave. You would not survive once an Arbiter appears." I hesitated, but ultimately, with the seal from the Weave in place, I was not going to turn down free power. With great effort, I managed to get on my feet and approached the circle''s edge. The spider skittered closer, and from it, I felt curiousness. With a smile, I extended my arms and grasped the air with my left hand. A black athame appeared. I used the ceremonial blade to prick my finger on my right hand. Extending it carefully, I reached out to the spider. "I will call you Erebus." As I completed the ritual and watched the spider sip on my blood, the little orb of fire lowered itself into the back of my hand. And as the connection with my new familiar solidified, my soul shuddered at the sudden onset of power. "Take your leave, lordling. The Arbiter is arriving. Remember what you can from this experience. Do not believe in the false lies of safety. Heed my words if you ever desire to ascend. NOW BEGONE!" Erebus disappeared with a pop, and I found myself falling. The ground that was supposed to be beneath me was gone, and the cloudy red skies shrank. Before I could teleport from the plane, an imposing force of absolute authority halted me. "Sorry, my young ascendant. I cannot let you leave with those memories. That is not knowledge to be known. And besides, it would have crushed the frail seal on your soul. Do take this as a gift in return for the memories. And don''t forget, my dear Legacy Bearer. My sisters and I are watching. Ascend soon and join us, alright? I placed all my bets on you, after all." A small, smooth object was placed in my hand, and the speaker closed my fingers into a fist. The absolute hold on my body disappeared, and I teleported out of the spirit plane. Chapter 26: Sorry About That As soon as I appeared back into the physical world, I groaned in pain. I could hear muffled shouts near me, but with blood filling my ears, the sounds were too muted to make out. Despite my protests, someone grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me onto my side, but I was glad they did. With my head turned, I was able to release the trapped blood pooled in my throat. After vomiting a couple more times, my chin was raised, and a tingly, bitter liquid slowly poured into my mouth. It didn''t take long for me to understand what the mystery liquid was, and I slowly began to heal. When my mind calmed down, I could feel the slow cloud of mana seeping into my skin. The mana was gold in colour that slowly spread a gentle warmth across my body. I could feel it working to restore the damage along with the potion. To speed it along, I tried channeling mana into my skill, but a new wave of pain met my efforts. A quick check into my soulspace revealed the damaged pathways sprouting from my chest. The whole scene was eerily similar to when I appeared in the dungeon. Back then, the trip to the void had reduced my body to a broken mess. I slowly recovered well past the point the potion had run out of energy. What I assumed was Teddy''s healing skill was repairing any minor damage it came across, but it ignored my mana channels. Knowing this was going to hurt, I slowly moved my hand into my mouth and bit down. I didn''t care if I hurt myself, but I''d rather not scream. Ignoring the flaring pain, I forced mana to condense in my soulspace. The light-green wisp of light tried to pull away, but I commanded it to come closer. It stopped mid-flight, and I tried to coax it to come to me, but I used a gentler command this time. "Aine, please. It''s okay if you hurt me. I trust you to heal me. It''ll be fine." The wisp slowly floated over, and I tried to smile, only to wince as another flash of pain caused my chest to spasm. Without allowing myself to think, I connected the mana to the wisp and down into my mana channels. The cold rush of mana met a snag, and the sudden pressure created a blaring headache. With a growing rage, I threw more mana at the blockage and broke the thing open. The cold blossomed out of my chest, and I felt the skill activate. Back in the outside world, ¨¢ine appeared, and I felt her put her hands on my face. The soothing comfort of her mana was twice as strong as Teddy''s. It was both familiar and comforting. Much of the physical pain faded away, and I could feel the itching feeling of new skin regrowing. Removing the hand from my mouth, I let out a relieved sigh and relaxed. My hearing came back, and I could finally hear what the voices in the room were saying. "Teddy, what the fuck happened? He reeks of death and shadows. What did he do?" Isaac yelled. "Isaac! Enough, let him concentrate. Ask your questions later," Celanae ordered. "But he-" "No, he''s right. What happened here? You''re hiding something; we can tell. You''re a terrible liar, Teddy. So don''t even try," Igas said. "Fine. The honest answer is I don''t know. He was supposed to be contracting a new familiar. I''m not entirely sure about how that process works, but this doesn''t seem normal. Look past the death and dark aspects, you can barely tell, but it''s there, lying underneath," Teddy answered. There were some shuffling sounds from my left, and then I felt breathing touching the skin on my arm. Suddenly, the person scrambled away, and I heard a thump. "Hey! Watch what you''re doing!" Eodyne called out. "Why, in all the planes, does he have divinity leaking out of him?" There was a series of mixed replies. I heard Celanae suck in a breath while Igas grunted, and Eodyne muttered something quietly. There were more sounds of shuffling followed by a loud pop. The silence that followed was worrying. I tried to open my eyes, but something was covering my eyelids, sealing them shut. Shakily I tried to lift my arm, but someone reached out and held it down. "Master, Grandpa," ¨¢ine communicated. "Grandpa? Are you talking about Cal?" A thin trace of mana washed over my eyes, and I felt the dried blood peel away. I blinked a few times as I opened my eyes, and my vision returned to normal. Standing above me was Cal, his tails swishing in place as he looked at me concernedly. "You know, out of all the scions I ever had, you are by far, the most damage-prone. What''s that term young humans used back on Earth? Speedrunning? It certainly does feel like you are rushing from one situation to the next," Cal said. The spontaneous telepathy was startling, but after considering who was speaking to me, I wasn''t all that surprised. I blinked once and then gave him a shit-eating grin along with a shaky thumbs-up. "Can''t say you''re wrong there. How are you doing, Cal?" In response, he reached over with his right hand and flicked me in the head. The receding headache returned in full force, causing me to groan. "Arrgh! Head hurts! Head hurts!" "Whatever you do, do not drop what''s in your hand. Now, let me into your memories. Show me what happened." This time, he spoke out loud with a commanding tone. One look at his face was enough to stop the idiotic response from rolling off my tongue. With most of my blood pooled outside of my body, I was beginning to feel a little loopy. Instead of replying, I mentally retracted the wall in my mind and willed it to show Cal what happened in the spirit plane. The only problem was I needed help to think straight. At certain parts towards the end, after the guardian started to freak out, there was a large, blurry patch that lasted until the very end. And even that part was fuzzy. "I''m sorry, I don''t know what''s wrong. I... there was somebody there at the end, and she took something away and gave me something in return. Maybe my brain imploded from too much pain?" I sputtered. Cal stepped closer, and he stared me dead in the eyes. His eyes swirled with a mesmerizing trio of colours, glowing red, orange, and gold in equal parts. "You said she? Your mind pushed me out when the guardian tried to banish you. Think again; even if it hurts, try to remember what happened." I closed my eyes and tried to recall everything from the beginning. Images flashed through my mind. Grey soil, red skies, a floating obsidian skull, along with a horde of bones. It was crystal clear right up to the point where a thousand voices asked me about my skill. Crack! The memory in my mind shattered like glass. Experiencing the vivid imagery of my mind breaking apart made me taste blood. Before the first piece fell away into the void, a guiding presence pushed the pieces back together and held them tight. A low, rumbling static started to build. I watched the guardian rage as the world flashed green. The blood pooled at my feet, and I could remember the air leaving my body. When my old self started speaking back to the guardian, the static was loud enough to drown out the words. Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. Something I said broke the hold over the shattered memory, and more pieces fell away and faded into dust. The taste of metal was a physical thing that stained memories in a red hue. Even if the static began to cause real pain, I held on to the memory and let it play out. The guardian tried to warn me of something, a danger that was approaching. My thoughts skipped, and a massive chunk of the remaining pieces fell away. Running out of time, I raced to the climax. "Sorry, my ______ ascendant. I c??????n???n???o???t??? ???let you _____ with those memor???¨¨??s????. That is not kno_____e to be known. And be????s????i???????d????es, it would have __ushed the frail seal on your ???????????????¨±??????????l??????????. Do ____ this as a g_ft in r_t??????????r?????n????? for t?????????????????????????????h????????????????????? ????????????? m?????????????????????????????????????????m?????o?????????????????r???????????????i?????????e???????????????s?????????????????????. And don''t forget, my dear L_gac_ Bea?????????????????????????????r. My sist??????????????????ers and _are wat_____. Ascend s???????o??????????¨¾???, and j???????????????????????????????n??????? us, alr___t? I placed all my b???????e??????t??????s??????? on you, ____ all." I was kicked out of my soulspace and returned to reality with another wave of pain. ¨¢ine''s expressed her displeasure when she not-too-gently slapped a tiny palm onto my cheek. "Fuck. What the hell is wrong with my head? Why can''t I remember?" I groaned. "Ignore the memory for now. I''ve seen enough to piece together what happened," Cal said. Something about his tone of voice made me open my eyes and look closer at the god. His tail was still, but the look on his face showed a more extreme emotion. There was rage in his eyes, a fire that burned bright. Only then did I notice that the others in the room were pressed to their knees with sweat beads rolling down their skin. "Uhm, Cal. You''re crushing them." With a flick of his eyes over at Celanae''s struggling form, the anger drained from his face, and he resumed a neutral expression. Straightening his suit, he cleared his throat. "My apologies, children. Forgive my lapse of control." Teddy slowly stood up and straightened out. With a worrying glance at the rest of his team, he plastered on a strained smile. "No worries, sir. Is there anything we can do to help?" Cal shook his head. "Nothing at the moment. Thank you for doing what you did, young man. I will remember this favour. Both for your gift to him and your willingness to help." Teddy bowed his head, looking so much like the perfect knight. The others had a diverse range of emotions but kept their expressions to a thin smile at worst. Only Isaac dared to show his discomfort and scrunched his face in a frown. "Now, Cyrus. I have to go. Controlling an avatar takes up too much of my concentration. That skillstone in your hand, I won''t force you to take it, but you should. I may not like it, but it seems you''ve gained the eyes of those even I would be warry of. If they think you should have that, it must be for a reason." "What are you talking about? There''s nothing in my hand." I held out both hands and turned them so the palms faced his direction. Besides streaks of dried blood caking my skin, there was nothing there. He reached over and tapped my hand. Twisting it so that my palm was exposed, he curled my fingers and placed my thumb above them. "Channel some mana into your palm. Not a large amount. The channels in your body are in terrible condition. Remember this the next time you travel between the planes. Just because your spiritual and physical bodies are in two separate places, they are always connected. And for someone like you, even more so." I motioned for ¨¢ine to stop her healing and sank back into my soulspace. Carefully and gently, I pulled a thin strand of mana and pushed it through my body. The tiny trickle of energy caused only minor twitches of discomfort compared to the agonizing pain if I channeled more. Slowly, my hand started to glow a kaleidoscope of colours. I felt a small glass-like object, barely the size of my pinky, solidify in my hand. Briefly, I glanced over and saw Cal bare his fangs, the anger from before flickering across his face. Once the shimmery light faded away, I opened my hand and revealed a small skillstone. It was a pink crystal streaked with silver runes too tiny to read. Inside the core of the stone was a ball of the same shimmering energy gently spinning inside the transparent material. I hesitated and turned to look at Cal again. A part of me wanted to ask him to identify it, but I didn''t think it was needed. I had already made up the decision in my mind to trust the god, and I wasn''t going to begin doubting him now. Another small trickle of mana flooded down my arm and into my hand. With the sound of a tiny bell chiming in the wind, the skillstone broke apart into dust and floated in the air. With a final ding, the cloud of shimmery dust rushed into the center of my chest. Something inside me twitched and then shattered. My world went cross, and I could feel a bubbling warmth begin to spread throughout my body. "Master. Wrong, Hurt again." ¨¢ine called out in distress. I tried to reach for her and comfort her, but my muscles refused to respond to my demands. The only thing I could do was move my eyes, and even that was a colossal effort. When Cal reached over and gently rested his fingers above the fairy''s head, I smiled in relief. "Be calm, little one. He is not in pain. Look closer. The skill is changing something inside him. Narrow your senses and feel through your connection," he said softly. As the heat rose to that of a warm fire, something clicked in place, and my senses returned to normal. Following that, a wave of cooling energy flowed through my veins, and I found myself relaxing. I didn''t need to look to know something happened inside my soulspace. If I closed off my outward senses and dived deep, I''d find a small island of black glass rising out of the lake of mana. With my senses returned, Cal removed his hand, and I smiled thankfully at the god. Not being able to help myself, I raised the tip of my index finger and lightly booped the tip of her nose. The small tinkling giggle was enough to wash the stress away. "Cyrus," Cal said. He waited for me to turn to look at him before continuing. "I''ll be taking my leave now. I need you to listen carefully. What happened today cannot happen again." A wave of anger pushed out of my thoughts, and I began to protest, but he held up a hand to silence my response. "I know. I''m not accusing you of things. What happened was unplanned and unexpected. Hopefully, this means you''ll learn this as a lesson going forward. The lich and the snake were right, do not fall victim to false safety. Not all guardians are friendly, and some may seek to intentionally provoke you in order to inflict harm. You may not recognize it yet, but you are not some random mortal traveling to the planes to barter for power. The spirits know, more than any other, they recognize what you are. So please, tread carefully. If not for that new skill, I''d have to resort to drastic measures to fix your soul. In the future, do avoid further damage to the memory lock. At the rate you are going, your mind will shatter well before you even ascend to the first tier." "I understand. Thank you, Cal," I replied seriously. He nodded his head and turned to look out the window. "I suggest you leave as soon as you can. I have hidden your presence the best I can, but it''s impossible to mask the scent of their kind completely. Luckily for us, Zuldraea is a prideful kit, so none of the other gods know about your existence. She''s hoping that when they inevitably find out what she did, it''ll be too late to punish her properly." He shook his head and placed a firm hand on my shoulder and his other behind ¨¢ine''s back. "I don''t know when we''ll talk next, Cyrus. But know that I''ll be looking forward to our next meeting. Just please, try to avoid further soul-scarring danger. Even if that new skill is of the highest quality, you are still only on the first step. Put that new familiar of yours to work. And for you, little one. Thank you for taking care of him." The honest concern and care in Cal''s voice triggered something in my brain. A rush of images of Sam and her family flashed through my mind. Through the small cascade of unlocked information, the strongest memory was that of Sam''s dad giving me a firm but gentle bear hug. By the time I noticed Cal was gone, a single tear rolled down my face. I lightly squeezed ¨¢ine to me, ensuring not to brush against the tiny thimble of juice in her hand. It wasn''t hard to guess where she got the drink from, and from the emotion spilling out from our connection, it was a damn good drink. An awkward cough brought my attention back to the others, and I saw them staring at me with wide eyes. Teddy had a raised eyebrow while Celanae actively clutched at the hem of her dress. Igas had his arms crossed while Eodyne was staring a hole through my head. Isaac, well, his face was hidden behind the shadows of his hood, but from his body language, I could tell he was angry. "God-touched fool. We could have died," Eodyne spoke. The strange accent appeared despite the translated words sounding like perfect English. Teddy cleared his throat again and motioned to the others. "So, uh, did you get a new familiar?" Celanae looked like she was ready to strangle his neck while Igas scoffed. I couldn''t help but laugh at the not-so-subtle attempt to shift attention away from what just happened. With ¨¢ine beginning to drain mana from my personal reserves, it would have been smart to wait to summon the new familiar. But who could honestly wait to use fancy new magic powers? I muttered Status under my breath and pulled up my status sheet. Chapter 27: Give Me Dat Loot! I bent down and kicked the stick of wood onto the top of the pile held in my arms. The stick landed perfectly in place amongst the growing pyramid of soon-to-be firewood. It was a feat of athleticism easily performed that I knew old me would have struggled to do. And it wasn''t because of some magic-given skill or superhuman abilities. Rather, it was a testament to my body''s infinitely better sense of coordination and balance. Despite how many times I checked my status, it remained the same¡ªthe same, except for the two new changes to my page from two days ago. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn (Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills: Passive Skills: Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood Child of Mana Dread Guardian''s Apology Using the very last of my stored energy, I raised both new skills to rank two. The changes made to my new summoning skill were negligible. The cost of summoning the bonespider was still outrageously hefty. And the two new ranks for my new passive skill? Absolutely nothing had changed. The skill remained as obtuse and veiled as the moment I got it. In truth, a few ranks into an untiered skill would not do much, but even a minor change like a slightly lower cost in mana would have been noticed. Shaking my head before I could drag myself into another looping rant, I turned and headed vaguely in the direction of camp before I pulled up the information about my new passive and perk. Sovereign-Threaded Soul: Dread Guardian''s Apology: The Dread Guardian''s Apology came with a lot of benefits. And while some of it was vague, like the line about Death granting me its favour, it was easy to understand, unlike my passive skill. What exactly did supremacy of my soul even mean? And how and why did the Grand Weave guide and protect me? I already thought it did. I tried to dive and explore the changes in the skill, but it was a fruitless and underwhelming thing. The first thing I noticed was a new, more profound sense of realness. When I entered my soulspace, I could feel as if the mental avatar of myself was more real. Things felt slightly more solid to my metaphysical senses. The feeling was strongest whenever I focused on the obsidian island in the middle of my mana lake. Despite my efforts to scour every inch of the island within my soul, I failed to see anything beyond the ring of gleaming glass. In the end, after witnessing magical feats, both fantastic and terrifying, I expected something more from the skill provided to me. The skill was undoubtedly valuable, but it was hard to appreciate what you didn''t know. In truth, I was hoping that I didn''t accidentally waste one of my ten slots. As I returned to camp, Arturous was in his usual spot by the fire with Teddy, using him as an impromptu pillow. Calanae was fiddling with a few jars of spices while Igas and Isaac sat around the fire discussing something about ducks. By now, the scene was completely normal to me, including the strange conversation. I knelt by the fire and slowly added the wood I was holding to it. I took my time to arrange the wood properly, so as not to receive another lecture from Eodyne. I kept the remaining wood aside in case we needed it later. After standing up, I dusted my hands to remove the dirt and approached Celanae. "So I''ve had Teddy''s stew, and while delicious, I''m curious if what you¡¯re going to make will top it. The horned thumper meat was surprisingly good," I commented. Celanae picked up a small glass jar filled with purple leaves covered in green dust. She set the jar down with a shake and picked up a different one filled with red powder. "I''ll have you know, my cooking is better than Teddy''s. For all his positives, the man loves soups and stews with too much loyalty. And if Eodyne manages to bring back some theshermint, I can make my favourite dipping sauce," she replied as she continued to scrutinize the newly bought spices and seasonings. "There is nothing wrong with a good stew! Arturous agrees with me, don''t you buddy?" Teddy called out. The bear raised his head and let out a lazy roar before he returned to resting his eyes. "See? He knows the truth. Even if you can''t handle it, he can." "Bets on what Eodyne catches tonight? I''m thinking stonecrest fowl," Igas said. Isaac shook his head. "Nah. It''ll be thumper meat again. They''re the easiest to find at night." "I''m hoping for some pork. Saproot boars are very common around these parts, and they''re nocturnal. The meat would be perfect for the new spices I bought," Celanae added. All eyes went to Teddy as he remained silent. Another thing I learned about Broken Tower, they loved to make bets. They bet about the weather, the first to say a specific word, and even on ridiculous things like who''s the first to get shit on by a bird. It was a bit of madness as they kept wagering who would be right and win the bet. And when I asked why they never wagered any coin, I got laughed at as Celanae conjured a massive board with their names written in columns. From the number of tally marks I saw, Teddy was in the lead by seven points. Teddy gave a beaming smile and held up two fingers. "I think she will do something completely different and forgo hunting tonight. Instead, she''ll bring back some fish¡ªprobably crystal carp." Igas turned to me next with an expectant look on his face. It was an unexpected gesture as they''ve never asked me to participate, but it felt nice to be included. "I''m going with snake. Never had it, but I''ve been told it''s somewhere between chicken and fish," I offered. Igas nodded with narrow eyes and then resumed conversation with Isaac as we waited for Eodyne to bring tonight''s dinner. Technically speaking, Isaac would have been just as good for hunting down dinner, but Eodyne held the group''s official position. With nothing else to do in the meantime, I sat down on the other side of Arturous and leaned into the wall of fur. Closing my eyes, I spent my time slowly and methodically testing my soulspace. It had been agony not using the new skill. But, with how bad my mana channels were for the past couple of days, it was wiser not to add further strain. When Eodyne finally returned with dinner, I heard the uproar of faux anger and the hearty laugh from Teddy, but I had my focus elsewhere. Going through a final sweep, I scoured the mana channels in my body and found everything healed. A wide grin split my face as I couldn''t contain my excitement. I could finally summon my new familiar. Opening my eyes, I adjusted my senses to the physical world and saw Eodyne carrying three massive-sized fish. They shined a vibrant blue with scales shaped into diamonds. Each fish was longer than my arm and twice as wide, strung together with rope. Seeing the short woman lifting the large creatures with relative ease was almost comical if it didn''t make me feel slightly embarrassed. History class taught me that archers were stronger than most people thought. A bow''s draw required a decent set of muscles, and Eodyne''s would have put some men to shame. Still, I suspected she had to have some kind of strength passive skill because I''ve seen her lift large rocks bigger than her body. Shaking myself from the stray thought, I approached the huntress quickly. She turned around and gave me an inquisitive look. Putting on my best innocent face, I smiled sweetly. "Hey there, Eodyne. Looks like Teddy won the bet, huh? That''s a whole lotta fish." Her eyes narrowed, and she put a protective hand over the fish. "Teddy cheated. He saw me buy new hooks. Now, tell me what it is that you want. You act as suspicious as a man with two grafukta," she stated. My eye twitched when she said grafukta. The word only translated partially, but the slight accent appeared, and with came a vague idea of what it meant. Whatever it was, I wasn''t sure that I wanted anything to do with a type of hallucinogenic aphrodisiac. "You know how I got a new familiar?" I asked. She nodded slowly, still suspicious. "Well, my mana channels are finally healed. And I kinda want to see what he can do." It was hard to contain my excitement. Out of all the things incredible in this world, the ability to loot something like a videogame made me the most excited to use my mana. Even if all I got were a piece of worm from its gut, I would be satisfied. Eodyne''s slow blinks made my eye twitch like crazy, but I reigned myself in and maintained my innocent smile. Though from how she started to back up even more, it looked like she didn''t appreciate my fangs. "Fine. However, if you ruin the meat, you''ll have to share some of those sandwiches I know you have inside your spirit." Her voice left little argument, but that was fine with me. Carefully she handed me one of the massive fish like she was trying to feed a lion. When I hooked my fingers into the fish''s mouth, she let go, and I caught a brief flash of an evil smirk before I nearly headbutted the ground. The thing was heavy, much heavier than I initially thought. There was some snickering behind me, and I twisted my arm around to flip them off, which elicited even more laughter. Eodyne kept the grin on her face as I raised the fish into the air and onto the makeshift table Celanae had prepared. "Okay, I get it. Still a little grumpy about the whole ''god appearing from nowhere and making you guys nearly shit your pants thing.'' Hardy harr harr," I said sarcastically. There was no actual malice from the others, except perhaps Isaac, but it was all in good fun. Slowly but surely, I was acclimating to the new group of friends and the social dynamics of being around them. This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. Rubbing my hands evilly, I connected to the new skill and flushed mana into my chest. The sudden flow of ice water was a welcome thing. More and more mana was spent, easily doubling the amount used to summon my other familiars. Finally, as my mana pool settled and a part of it temporarily reserved itself for my familiar, I activated The Dead Will Provide. A new flavour of mana pushed out of my skin. It tasted sickly sweet, with the odour of spoiling fruit. It was cold and tacky, like paling flesh. And behind that was slithering darkness as it coiled itself around my channels and removed my other senses. The sensation was entirely foreign and completely unlike my other summons. ¨¢ine''s summoning was the scent of pine and flowers¡ªthe feeling of growth and restfulness that rejuvenated your soul. Zharia was excitement and splendor, a flame that burned bright and warm for all to see. Whenever I summoned them, the mana inside made me feel like something was adding to me, a creation of invigoration. But this? It was the sense of loss and decay, like a paralyzing static drowning me. As Erebus pushed out of my chest and landed into my open hand, my focus snapped back to reality, and I could feel the intense gazes of the others. Eodyne was tense and stared at my familiar. Looking around, only Teddy and Arturous seemed relaxed, but even the jolly man himself held a thin smile. Erebus sensed my discomfort, and it clacked its mandibles in the familiar thought-speech all spirits seemed to use. I shook off the bit of revulsion that wormed its way under my skin and raised the spider to the same height as my eyes. "Hello there, Erebus. Welcome to Inoria. Officially this is our first summoning experience together. How do you feel?" The spider cocked its tiny little head while the skull on the back of its body flashed a dull purple light inside the sockets. After tapping me with his bone-white limb, the spider clacked its mandibles again and tried to communicate by sending me a barrage of discordant thoughts. It was hard to sort, but the primary feelings were confusion, excitement, fear, and eagerness. After a few rounds of communication, I finally grasped what he was trying to convey. Erebus was bewildered by the abundance of life and mana around him. Although he was thrilled to have a new master and be in a new place, he also felt cautious. Additionally, he had the urge to use his new abilities, but overall he was content to be here. "I''m, uh, glad you''re here too, Erebus. Do you want to try speaking? It''s completely fine if you don''t want to. ¨¢ine prefers to be silent most of the time instead of using speech. Whatever you feel comfortable with, we''ll work everything out." Erebus sent over a new wave of emotions, and I understood them as further confusion followed by acceptance. Watching the spirit closely, I found myself watching the purple orbs flashing in and out in accordance with the spider''s thoughts. It seemed whenever the spider was thinking hard, it reflexively flashed the lights inside the skull on its back. Suddenly, the skull dimmed, and Erebus froze. I waited, but after thirty seconds, I feared that I somehow scared the little fella. Then the skull''s lights flared with a bright glow that made me narrow my eyes. 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The words screeched into my head and clawed my brain. The words were translated, and I could tell they were not in any dialect I could compare to. Each syllable was a cacophony of sounds and screams that blended together in intricate tones, both harmonious and discordant at the same time. Checking myself for blood, I massaged the side of my head and held the spider back up to my eyes. "All right then, Erebus. I''m sorry for nearly flinging you there. I wasn''t expecting that. Maybe try again, but this time try to copy what I''m doing and lower your volume." Erebus''s skull dimmed, and it started twitching its legs erratically. A pang of sorrow and disappointment filtered through our connection, and I gently squeezed on the mental thread. Tapping the forehead of the skull gently, I stopped Erebus''s thoughts. "Hey now, none of that. You didn''t mean to hurt me, and it''s okay if it happens again. We can work on this together. And I''m sure the others will help you if you ask. Orrrrr, you don''t have to speak at all if you don''t want to. I''m perfectly fine using thought-speech like before." I tried to impart as much sincerity and comfort as I could. The little guy was now a part of me, a weight on my soul that I constantly felt. We swore a blood pact and completed the ritual of binding. So what if the death spirit spoke in mind-damaging, eldritch screams? I''d simply have to learn to adjust or find a different solution. The difference mattered not to me as long as it produced the outcome I wanted. The newest emotion was happiness, followed by cautious determination. I''m sure the difference between me and the guardian was like day and night. Gently, I lowered the spider onto the table and motioned to the giant, shiny fish corpse waiting for it. "Do you think you can loot this thing?" This time I spoke out loud so the others could hear me. Erebus circled the fish and tapped its scales lightly in a couple of places. After inspecting it, it sent me an inquiry, and I confirmed with a nod, curious as to what it could do. By now, the others had come closer to watch the little spirit loot the fish. A pulse of mana flared, and the skull on Erebus'' back glowed brightly. A wave of twisting shadow rose from underneath his body and covered his limbs. The bone-white chitin of his legs was now covered in shadowy ink. Isaac muttered something, and Celanae snapped at him, but I tuned them out and continued to watch Erebus. After the shadow had wholly covered the spider''s body, he slowly crawled onto the fish and positioned himself on its belly. With a silent chitter that only I could hear, he sunk into the fish like it was made of water. Seconds went by, and I sent a probe through our connection. In response, I received confirmation, curiosity, and intense focus. The thought-speech was different from how ¨¢ine sent her thoughts. Erebus was like receiving short, frequent bursts of packaged sentences, while ¨¢ine was a slow but concise stream of intent. I didn''t hate the feeling, and if anything, it only made me smile in delight. Each and everyone one of my familiars had their own way of doing things that I could share with them individually. Erebus chittered about completing the task, and I lowered my head closer as he exited the fish. Attached to the back of his skull was a large orb of wavy black energy. The orb was about the same size as Erebus himself, and I reached out to touch the ball, but a firm hand gripped my wrist and stopped it. I looked over to the owner of the hand and saw Isaac staring at Erebus with gritted teeth. There was a hint of fury on his face and another emotion I couldn''t parse. After Igas cleared his throat, Isaac glanced my way and released my wrist. I pulled it back and rubbed at the spot where his gloves pushed into my skin. "What the hell? What''s with the sudden death grip?" I asked with a bit of rage bleeding through my voice. Isaac scowled further and tore his gaze away from Erebus, who was now alarmed at the sudden anger directed his way. "You were being an idiot. Even with your so-called amnesia, you should know not to touch that thing!" he ground out, pointing a finger at the orb on my familiar''s back. Erebus wasn''t scared exactly, but tension flowed through our mental connection. He looked to me for orders. His body was lowering itself, prepared to move and eliminate the threat. I sent a command to stay and held up a hand above his body, effectively blocking Isaac from his view. Turning to the man, I instinctively flashed my fangs and stepped closer to Erebus. "What the fuck is your problem!" Teddy moved closer and tried to intervene. "Sorry, Cyrus. He''s just tryi-" Isaac cut him off midway through. "Don''t apologize on my behalf. I''m not the god''s-damn-idiot trying to touch pure, dark mana. You know full well what happens if you touch that thing unprotected. And last time I checked, I''m the one who uses dark-aspected mana. Tell me I''m wrong!" Isaac lashed out, and Teddy scowled. Igas frowned, and Celanae looked concerned, but Eodyne, I noticed, was watching me, waiting to see what I would do. I wanted to retort, match insult with insult, letting the burning anger in my veins bubble out. But, Erebus clacked his mandibles and tapped a small rhythm onto the wooden table. The rush of thoughts smothered my rage, and I reached a hand out to my familiar. Erebus climbed onto my palm and turned to face me, his tiny eight eyes aglow with purple light. I whipped my head around and couldn''t help myself. Isaac crossed his arms and looked at me with barely disguised contempt. In response, I grinned and held up my familiar. "You''re wrong about it being pure. I''d expect someone of your expertise to be better at sensing things, but I guess I know my own familiar better than you. It''s not made of pure shadows. Inlayed behind it is a meshwork of death." Isaac scoffed and shook his head. "You think that makes it better? Saying it''s safe because death is added to the shadow doesn''t make you right. That''s like saying the acid won''t burn you because poison was mixed in. Damned, fool." Instead of replying, I held out a hand, and Erebus raised a now shadowless-covered limb and detached the hand-sized orb from his back. Before Isaac could say anything, I plucked the orb and held it in my palm. There was a spine-chilling cold that seeped into my skin along with a spreading itchiness, but the feeling was muted heavily. And more importantly, there was no actual damage to my body. Raising the orb and waving it in front of the surprised man, I chuckled darkly. "My familiars are a part of me. We agreed to become one in a ritual older than this world. I''m not going to impale myself on my own sword while I am both the wielder and its sheath. They would not hurt me, as I would never harm them. Don''t ever accuse my spirits of such a thing. Now, are we done with this shit? My words sounded strange even to my ears, but they felt oddly fitting. It was another moment when I felt knowledge course through me that I couldn''t have. Chalking it up to magical bullshit, I mentally shrugged my shoulders and moved on. Without waiting for an actual reply, I channeled a tiny drop of mana into the shadowy construct, and it expanded a few inches. The material faded away into motes of dust and left behind a small black sack made of velvety material, tied shut with a grey string. I cocked my head and set the small pouch down on the table. Erebus was busy sending over feelings of accomplishment, and I gave a mental pat on the head. Celanae was the first to touch the material, followed by Eodyne and the rest. Isaac reluctantly accepted the pouch when Igas handed it over, but in the end, he examined it like the others. Celanae had her notebook out and was already creating an entry about the item. "Hand-sized. The material appears to be a soft fabric, charcoal in colour, with a slate-grey string. Weighs approximately four grams. The material feels real, not conjured." She rattled off observations, and my ears twitched at the metric translation. I highly doubted the universe used the same measuring system. She put down her pen and gave me a questioning look. I motioned for her to proceed, and she nodded once before setting her notebook aside. Slowly she undid the knot holding the pouch closed, and pulled open the small bag. She grabbed the pouch and shook out its prize onto the table. Three small gems of different sizes rolled out. They were uncut and rough but shined brightly by the campfire''s light. The gems themselves were light-blue and incredibly clear. One was the size of my nail, barely a sliver, while the other two were the size of my thumb. Celanae picked up the smallest one and held it up for the others to see. I grabbed the largest crystal and ran my thumb along the glass edges. The crystal was cool to the touch, and I could feel the faintest hint of mana inside the stone. Teddy whistled softly and put the gem back into the bag. "They say the odds of finding a heartstone inside a gemcarp is somewhere between one and one thousand. Worth a few gold, at least." "Further testing will be required, with your permission, of course," Celanae said as she nodded to me. "But, I do think this bodes well for what your new skill can do. Teddy was right to give this to you. Now, we need to check the fish." As she finished sketching a picture of the gems, she examined the fish from end to end. The fish looked completely fine, without a single change to that thing. She even used a small knife to cut a small hole into the stomach and looked for signs of any changes internally. After a minute of observation, she put the large piece of meat down and smiled. "Completely fine. Not a trace of dark or death mana along the thing. We can still eat it." I gave a silent cheer and sent prideful feelings towards Erebus, who seemed to stand a little taller. Here I am, praising an eldritch spider creature and calling it a good boy. Life is fucking weird. Erebus sent another question, and I agreed. He skittered closely and tapped the fish corpse along the small section Celanae cut into. She had her journal ready, watching my familiar with intense focus. There was a small round of oohs and aahs as Erebus got to work. His little legs were like masterfully wielded knives as he sliced and prepared the fish. Organs were packaged into a corner, while the skeleton was removed with fine precision. He even managed to descale the fish, his limbs gliding through the fish''s scales like they were made of butter. By the end of the performance, two perfectly sized cuts of meat were resting prettily on the table. The little spider backed away from the meat and moved to the skeleton. Another question came through our bond, and again, I returned an affirmative. Erebus sent back feelings of gratitude, joy, and contentment. I watched in fascination as he scuttled over to the fish''s skeleton and began feeding it into the jawless half of the skull on its back. The skull''s sockets glowed as the fish skeleton disappeared into the dark void. A feeling of bloat and fullness came through the connection, and I understood what happened. While Zharia ate fire, and ¨¢ine liked her fruit juice, Erebus, it seemed, enjoyed snacking on bones. "That was a little disturbing," Igas whispered. Eodyne lowered herself to gaze at the spider and gave it a wolfish grin. "An extremely useful companion. I wish I had a beast who could dress kills, create treasures, and clean up bones so that there was no mess. I may have to borrow him for my hunts." Checking the mana levels of my familiar showed that it was nearly empty. That small act was enough to drain Erebus of almost all his mana. The process of creating loot was very expensive, mana cost-wise, and it made me think. I really shouldn''t have been too surprised that creating something from nothing would require so much mana. It was a surprisingly small price to pay. Picking up the small pouch of gems, I tossed in the air a few times and rubbed against the velvet material. With a mental command, a small blue potion appeared in my hand. Looking back at the two untouched fish bodies hanging from a wire, I smiled happily and approached Eodyne. It was time to see what else I could loot. Chapter 28: Why Shadows are Scary "So, let me get this straight. Despite me proving to you that you were wrong the first time, I need to do this under your supervision?" Shifting to my left, I dramatically pointed a thumb at Celanae. "And Celanae is totally not forcing you to do this. That you are fully willing and wanting to help me, all of your own volition?" I asked, not bothering to hide the disbelief in my voice. Celanae gave me a bright smile, but she had a hand suspiciously behind Isaac''s back. We were about half a day from the nearest village, so we decided to camp near a traveler''s shelter. The stone benches and walls weren''t comfortable, but the resting area protected us from the rain. I continued to stare as Isaac grit his teeth, obviously frustrated. Another suspicious movement from Celanae''s arm made him clear his throat and stare at me with crossed arms. "Look, I already apologized yesterday. So let''s forget about that. Let''s focus on preventing you from doing something stupid," he said before Celanae elbowed him. He closed his mouth and took a deep breath before continuing. "I mean something idio- err, reckless." Narrowing my eyes, I was sure I heard Igas laughing somewhere in the background. I didn''t see him, but his deep laugh was unmistakable. For a moment, long enough to make Isaac squirm, I stared at the two. "Alright then..." I replied slowly. Sitting on the nearest bench, I waited for them to settle into their seats. "From the tidbits of information I retained after your lecture, I''ve gathered that shadow or dark mana is dangerous. And because of that danger, you''re going to help me, somehow, when I try out my skill?" Isaac stopped fidgeting in his seat and leaned forward, his face completely serious. "It''s not that I think your skill is going to harm you. Rather, if it can do what I think it does, it will potentially get you killed. No, I know it will get you killed if we let you mess around without knowing the proper danger." "And that danger is what, exactly?" I thought they were being dramatic, but I was willing to listen. Celanae pulled out a book and flipped to a page with a drawing on it. The page showed a picture of a man who looked normal. Besides the first picture was the same man, but he looked sickly and thin. Massive scars were running across the entire right side of the man''s body. She pointed to his feet and tapped the second picture. "What''s missing in this picture compared to the first?" she asked inquisitively. I studied the picture and found the problem right away. It was the man''s shadow. The first picture was drawn as a stretched image of black and grey. But in the second picture, the same man was missing his shadow at his feet despite the drawing having the same light perspective. "I take it this all relates to why the dude no longer has a shadow?" She nodded her head and motioned for Isaac to take over. Isaac nodded once and then pointed to the scars around the man''s body. "Shadow mana is not inherently more dangerous than other mana aspects. Lava will melt, lightning can electrocute you, and so on and so on. The problem with shadow mana is that it naturally connects to the elemental plane. Specifically the plane of shadows and absolute darkness." "And that''s bad?" He looked stupefied and looked at me like the answer was obvious. When I continued staring at him blankly, he went back to scowling at me incredulously. "Of course it''s bad! You''ve felt firsthand what it''s like connecting to the shadow plane. You were a bleeding, dying wreck!" This time, I did sigh and facepalm myself with an audible groan. After Cal left, I didn''t actually explain what happened to me. Teddy forced the others to be considerate of my exhaustion and my privacy. I gave them the most bare-bones explanation, especially regarding the memory loss near the end. The lack of explanation has led to an incorrect assumption of my experience. Dragging my hand down my face, I slumped against the bench and looked at the man with tired eyes. "I told you guys that I connected to an elemental plane. I didn''t say which one," I explained. Watching their faces, realization slowly dawned on both of them and then they stared daggers my way. Isaac looked more annoyed than angry, and Celanae looked both frustrated and excited. From what I knew of the elven woman, she was probably mad I didn''t explain things adequately so she could interrogate me. "Yo-you! Damn, you! So you didn''t connect to the shadow plane! Then that means you connected to the death plane! And somehow, that''s even worse!" Isaac went off on a tirade, and I silently accepted it. Celanae poked a finger at me. "You will tell me more about that later. I want all the details. At least, the few you can remember." I nodded my head in reply. After successfully mollifying Celanae, I waited for Isaac to sit back in his seat. It took a full minute and a half, but eventually, he returned and sat down, albeit begrudgingly. "Whatever. Shadow plane, death plane, what matters is that your new familiar uses shadows. And from what I''ve seen, it specifically delves into the shadow plane to use its ability," Isaac continued. He looked around and then pointed to the picture of the shadowless man. "This is the danger of delving too deep." "It makes you sick and tears you apart? I''m guessing that''s why you thought I went to a shadow plane instead of a death one." "Yes, Exactly." "Aight. So what''s the danger then?" He paused and finally leaned back, settling himself into the chair. "Brelten taught me from a young age, so I learned the dangers of using shadow mana early. For those who don''t have someone like Uncle, the guild or the church is usually the first to tell you. They have a special protocol for when a kid shows a high affinity for dark mana. And since all kids get a test on their awakening day, almost everyone is taught the rules when it comes to dealing with the dark." "Okay then, I''m following along for now, but first, quick question. Awakening day?" Celanae answered before Isaac could. "Awakening day is the day when a person unlocks their system in full. Either on the child''s eleventh or twelfth birthday, their system status sheet completely unlocks, and they can start absorbing skillstones. It is one of the few major milestones we celebrate in Solunaria. Do they call it something else where you''re from?" I shook my head. "No, I don''t think so. I couldn''t tell you with my amnesia." She frowned but nodded her head in understanding. "As I was explaining. The problem with shadow mana is that it is naturally connected to the elemental plane, more so than almost any other element. And if you''re not resistant to the mana, you''ll find yourself lacking. Shadow mana takes away. When you first delve into the shadows, you''ll find yourself surrounded by the cold emptiness of darkness. Easiest to imagine it like plunging yourself into an increasingly cold lake. You start out fine, maybe a little uncomfortable. But soon, you start to lose feeling. The warmth goes away." Isaac coated his hand in shadows during his explanation, watching it flow across his skin. "And it takes more than just your warmth, right?" "Yes. Instead of body heat, it takes away feelings, emotions, and life force. The symptoms expand a broad spectrum, from the ability to feel your arm to the lack of concern for the hole in your stomach. And stay in too long; you''ll come out bleak, lesser, lacking. I''ve seen a woman use her skill for too long to save her teammates. She managed to save them all but was no longer herself for nine months. She couldn''t feel angry, happy, or sad. When her friends and family thanked her with open arms and crying faces, she stared at them like a doll. Unmoving and unfeeling in every way. That''s half the reason why shadow mana is dangerous." I digested his words and gave them some thought. I felt Erebus'' mana when I summoned him. I could literally taste it, too. And a night ago, when he popped out the other two balls of loot from the crystal carps, I had touched the orbs of mana. Erebus'' used a mix of death and dark mana, but still, I knew what it was like. And outside of the slight tingling cold across my fingers, it didn''t feel nearly as dangerous as Isaac described. When I summoned my familiars, I held a connection to them deeper than any physical sense could describe. Inside my soulspace, I felt the little spider''s soul floating around, weighing my being with a metaphysical heaviness. And I knew more than anything that Erebus would never willingly hurt me with his powers. Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! The one thing that made me accept Isaac''s words more was the memory of fighting against the witch. One could argue that allowing myself to absorb fire ruined my body because it was not adapted to be entirely fireproof. But even that line of thinking had its holes. The major problem was that the witch''s fire was not my own mana. It was hostile and directed with an intent to harm me. I just didn''t know much about how mana truly worked in this world. My lack of a lifetime of experience and education in the subject hindered me in times like this. "You said half. What''s the other reason?" In response, he stood up and slowly sank into the shadowy ground. I looked to Celanae, but she held up a hand and stared intensely at the spot where Isaac disappeared. She looked relaxed, but I could feel her mana begin to pool near the end of her fingers. Not even thirty seconds later, Isaac comes rushing out of the ground. He exits completely, but his right arm stays stuck at his feet in the pool of liquid darkness. "I''m fine, Celanae. Make the cube," Isaac calls out. With a snap of her fingers, a purple barrier forms into a square base. Four walls of purple crystal appear, and Isaac retracts his arm out of the ground. Surrounding his hand from the wrist up are two long tentacles of black that coil and wrap around a squirming mass. Moving quickly, he rushes over and holds the squirming tentacle-sack over the cube barrier. "Do it." Another layer of purple crystal grows over and seals off the cube. The tentacles attached to Isaac''s hand detach, and he pulls away. Inside the barrier, the tentacle-sack comes undone, and out rolls a roiling orb of shadows. The creature lashed at the tentacles with tiny appendages. Each slice took a small piece away, and I could see the mass grow ever so slightly. Once Isaac''s tentacles had disappeared into the ball of darkness, it began striking at the walls, only to be rebuffed. Each hit caused tiny dings to echo out, but the enclosed barrier muffled most of the sound. Massaging his hand, Isaac walks over and rests a hand ontop of the cube. "This, right here, is the other reason. You should know this more than most, but an elemental plane is filled with spirits. And in the plane of shadows, it''s filled with monsters like these who greedily take a bite out of whatever enters their waters." I stepped closer and watched the small spirit strike at every corner. It was an endless staccato of dings, each tiny tendril a whip that flailed around. "So you''re saying that the monster underneath my bed was real?" I asked jokingly. While slightly terrifying to know that an entire realm of monsters existed underneath our feet, I wasn''t that disturbed. If anything, I saw the little guy more like a scared and combative kitten. I was more than half tempted to see if I could befriend the little guy and make him a familiar. "What the hell is wrong with you? You... annoying, confusing demon! Stop staring at the shadowspawn like you want to pet it!" Isaac yelled. I turned away from the inkball of rage and blinked innocently at the man. "But look at its tiny arms! They''re so cute and angry. I could try to contract it. I already have a name for the guy. I''ll call him Scath. A bit on the nose, but who cares?" Another round of chuckling could be heard coming from behind the wall, and I had to fight a smile from showing. It was mean of me, but it felt good to tease Isaac. Ever since my talk with Teddy, I have been increasingly conflicted about how I thought about the guy. Isaac looked ready to pop a vessel, but Celanae came up and gently touched his shoulder. Giving him a light pat, she turned and pointed a finger. "Cyrus, stop teasing. Isaac is going out of his way to help you learn and avoid danger, the kind of danger that could easily lead to your death. Now pay attention and commit this to memory." Clearing his throat, Isaac tapped the glass. The little spirit inside went on another spasm of anger and rung the barrier with its tiny whips. "It may not look much, but a swarm of these guys would destroy you. And it''s not them that we''re afraid of. It''s the leviathans that slumber in the deeper parts of the realm." "How big we talking?" "Ancients the size of villages. Elder spirits so large and old they are bigger than some city towers. Every time you delve into the shadow plane, you risk alerting one of these spirits. And they will strip you of anything you ever were. This is why a protocol is in place to prevent meaningless deaths. And this is why we shadow users only skim the surface of the shadow plane." With a small gesture, Isaac motioned at Celanae, and she snapped her fingers. Instantly, the barrier imploded and tore the small spirit into shreds. A brief surge of pure rage flowed through me, and I froze. Even if I joked about calling the small monster cute and making it my friend, I felt like someone had slapped me. I heard someone call my name, and I snapped out of my paralysis."Huh? What did you say?" Celanae gave me a concerned smile, but she didn''t prod. "Now that the lecture is over, are you ready to try fusing with your familiar?" I shook my head and sat back down on the bench. This time, I brought my legs up and sat cross-legged. A surge of my mana brought forth that itchy feeling and sour smell, but it disappeared as Erebus poofed into existence. "You ready to do this, Erebus?" A rush of confirmation and eagerness came through our connection. Sitting the guy on my lap, I focused on the two as they stood nearby, nearly hovering over me. "I''m ready as I''ll ever be. We don''t even know if I can enter the shadow realm, let alone sense it. I couldn''t sense it when you entered it." "Don''t worry about that. For now, get a feeling for the mana and see what you can do," Celanae instructed. With a shrug, I lifted Eerebus to the center of my chest and allowed my mana to connect to my Spirit Lord''s Invocation. Erebus lifted into the air and broke apart into purple motes of light. As they sunk into my body, I watched as a blob of darkness exploded out of me. Before I closed my eyes, I noticed that the flowing mana formed into the shape of skulls before it rejoined the mass and coiled up my legs. Inside my soulspace, I connected to my inner senses and felt around for changes in my form. The first noticeable thing was the shell of energy surrounding my limbs. Both my arms and legs were covered with a hardened material. The next thing to note was the halo sprouting off my head. Unlike when I fused with Zharia, bits, and pieces of the same solidified material were floating in a ring of energy. And the last change within my form was the small set of bumps at the base of my spine. Following the way the mana pushed out into the shell of energy, two stubs on each side of my spine were aligned vertically. Pulling my senses out of my soulspace, I opened my eyes and held up my hands. Without my gloves, I had only my skin to mesh with the skill transformation. A thin white shell covered my skin from my wrist to my claws and extended past my nails by a centimeter. The same material was fused with my leather boots and stopped at the metal toe caps on the end. Summoning a small hand mirror I had purchased back in the city, I held it up to my face. My eyes had a ring of shimmery purple along the center. And further up past my horns was a small black halo that occasionally shined a flash of purple. Mixed within the glowing energy were small pieces of bone-white shards that spun lazily through the mana. The transformation wasn''t nearly as strange, white chitin being easier to handle than random patches of feathers. If my suspicions were correct, I might have two extra sets of limbs at my disposal in the future. Setting down the mirror, I turned and found that the rest of the team had come to check out my transformation. Even Arturous was up, and he was the first to approach. He sniffed and chuffed with his giant nose before sneezing and backing away with a low growl. Padding back over to the fire, he flopped to the ground, causing a small quake, and went back to sleep. Teddy laughed and patted Isaac on the shoulder. The man was getting a lot of those tonight. "Arturous thinks Cyrus smells like you now. All stinky and gross." Isaac slid out of Teddy''s grip and moved closer. He circled me like I was a fascinating museum piece before he stopped and began tapping his foot. "Definitely more shadow than death, but the death aspect is more noticeable. Not the same feeling as pure shadow. How do you feel?" I shrugged again. "Fine? The boneplate on my arms is a little stiff, but other than that, I feel dandy. However, there''s an odd sensation at my feet, almost like something is loose beneath it. I''m not sure how else to describe it." "That might be the entrance to the shadow plane you''re sensing. Most shadow aspect users describe a weird sensation beneath their feet when they get their first movement skill," Teddy answered. Again, I could only mentally shrug my shoulders. "Could be. Hey, you said I smell all dirty and gross now, but doesn''t that mean he thinks I''m delicious? Are you sure you''re not reading Arturous wrong? Bears love carrion. I''ve literally seen one roll itself in a puddle of rotten moose bits and act like a feline high on catnip." This time, the entire group stared at me funny. They all shared a look that I couldn''t interpret before nodding their heads and moving on. Celanae approached with her journal and pencil in hand. "Enough wasting time, time to experiment! Try to sink into the shadows. One foot at a time. We want to be slow with this," she instructed. Isaac butted in. "I''ll only save you once! If you sink too deep, you''ll have to find your way out. I''m not going to risk becoming spirit food because of a rookie mistake." Celanae didn''t even glare at him this time, but I saw Teddy frown disapprovingly. At least I had him on my side. Closing my eyes, I prompted Erebus'' and received a reply of determination and readiness. Slowly, I tried to cut off the rest of the world and focus on the shadows under my foot. That sinking feeling was there but only at the edge of my thoughts, like a fleeting ghost. I don''t know how long I spent just standing there trying to feel my way around, but eventually, I caught on to the feeling and shifted my foot. The ground felt loose like sand, and I tried to push into it. After another block of time, I felt my foot slip, and I stomped down hard, only for me to push my foot wrong and nearly fall over. Opening my eyes, the others were staring at me with mixed expressions. Celanae kept an eager smile, and Teddy sent over a supportive thumbs-up. But Eodyne and Igas looked disappointed and bored. Isaac himself had a shit-eating grin on his face. "Welp. I thought I had it, but uh, it disappeared the moment I tried to push into the ground," I said. Isaac''s grin grew, and Igas and Eodyne groaned. Teddy shook his head, but he summoned the betting board and added a new tally under Isaac''s and Celanae''s names. "Told you he wouldn''t do it! Predictable amateur, pushing into shadows is idiotic. You sink or slip into them, not brute force your way through," Isaac taunted. I frowned and undid my skill. Erebus reappeared in a condensing of particles, and I caught him before he fell and placed him on my head. Pointing an accusing finger at the others, I scowled deeply. "You fuckers bet on me?" I yelled. No reply came, and the others all broke off to continue doing what they had done before. Even Isaac walked off with a cocky swagger. Only Celanae stuck around, and she approached closer and closer. "Now that I have you all to myself. Tell me more about your little trip to the spirit plane of death, yeah?" I could only groan as Erebus kept sending me confused questions. Chapter 29: A Simple Boat Ride We arrived at Indolus with little fanfare. Since the village was the first stop to our destination, we stayed only for a few hours. It gave us enough time to rest our feet and cater to some civilized comforts unavailable on the road. And by the time we finished our food at the local inn, it was already time to go. Teddy led the way and brought us to what looked like a dock at the river''s edge. Tethered to the pier was a simple-looking river barge barely wider than Arturous. There was no mast, but one look at the river explained why there was no need. With the river flowing rapidly, the simple barge would have no trouble gliding through the water. As we approached, a burly man followed by a scraggly teenager greeted us. "Hello! Is this the rest of your crew? If not, you may have to book another boat. With your big beastie over there, it''ll be a tight squeeze," the man said. Behind him, the teenager kept silent, but he was obviously staring at both Eodyne and Celanae. Snorting, Isaac "played" with his dagger while stepping in between the teenager and his teammates. The teenager audibly gulped and looked away. Teddy smiled sympathetically at the man who stood silent, watching the small exchange with an exasperated look. "Yes, this is all of them. Are we ready to set off?" "Aye. Hop on, and we can set off in the next minute." The man then turned around and ordered the teenager to start untying the ropes before returning to Teddy. "To be clear, I don''t usually go as far as the island. The lake beasts have been agitated as of late. If anything comes to attack the boat, it''ll be up to you to keep it floating." "Don''t worry. We''ll handle anything that comes. I swear on my badge." Teddy tapped the topaz gemstone pinned to his cloak. The man nodded solemnly before bursting out into a wide smile. He then turned and faced the rest of us. "Now that, that''s settled. Greetings to you, adventurers. My name is Gadorr. And the awkward lad behind me is my son, Gawinn. We should reach Nightfall Island in about six to seven hours. Any questions?" Igas stared at the boat and then at Arturous, who begged Teddy for food. He looked back at the boat doubtfully. "Are you sure we won''t sink the moment the bear gets on? He weighs more than he looks." Arturous roared in a complaint, but Igas tossed him a random fruit the size of my head which quickly silenced the bear. Gadorr walked over and patted the boat with a hearty slap. "Don''t worry about a thing. It may not look it, but she has some enchantments embedded in the wood. Minor weight reduction and stability runes, but they do their job. Just uh, stay on the opposite side of where the bear lays. No need to tempt fate." Seemingly satisfied, Igas was the first to step onto the boat and was soon followed by the rest of us. There was a brief moment where everyone held their breath, but Arturous managed to pad his way onto the boat without capsizing it. His large frame took up half of the space on the vessel, so we were forced to sit close together on the opposite end. After Arturous laid down and went to sleep, Gawinn undid the final rope, and we started floating downstream. A tiny thread of mana made me look around till I spotted the boat captain. Using my senses as a guide, I tried to get a feel for what kind of skill was being used, but the amount of mana was too small to gauge the aspect type properly. Seeing me looking, Gadoor leaned closer. "What''s the matter, lad? Something wrong?" I shook my head and pointed to his feet. "Nothing''s wrong. I just sensed that you were using a skill. Is it okay if I ask what you were doing?" He looked at me weirdly, but he answered before I could ask what was wrong. "Right, then. I have a low-tier water manipulation skill. It isn''t anything special. I use it to help the boat move faster or sometimes correct course if we stray too close to the bank. Can''t use it the entire trip, but it helps shave off an hour or two." I wanted to ask why he looked at me strangely, but Teddy subtly tapped me with his foot and gave me a look. He mouthed the word "later," so I kept silent and enjoyed the ride. Nothing happened on our trip, but I found myself enjoying the peace. Thankfully no painful memories surfaced, and I was able to relax. The boat''s motion and the sounds of water and nature would have made a nice background noise to meditate to. Sadly I was all out of energy in my soulspace, and meditating through ambient mana felt like a waste of time. Instead, I pulled out my sketchbook and started to draw the scenery.
After a five-hour journey, we successfully reached the massive lake, as promised by Gadoor. It would take an additional hour to reach the island, considering the size of the body of water. Thankfully none of the others actually needed to eat food, so there was no pressing need to stop and make lunch. That didn''t stop the pleading stares as I pulled out some of the food I had bought from the stalls in Helio. When Arturous woke up and threatened to squish us for food, I gave in and shared with everyone, including Gadoor and Gawinn. Before the others could beg me for some of the more dessert-esque food, Eodyne stood up and gazed into the water. The sudden change in demeanor put everyone on high alert. "Lass, is something wrong?" Gadoor asked nervously. Behind him, Gawinn looked around, almost excited. She summoned her bow and knocked an arrow. Her muscles bulged as she pulled back the string of her bow. Lightning danced along the string and crawled up the shaft of the arrow. A small blip of mana was passed through her weapon, and she released her arrow about seventy feet out. The arrow shot through the air like a bullet, but only a tiny thwip was heard. As the arrow cut through the water, a burst of light and a piercing screech followed. Electric tendrils illuminated something unknown in the water. Once the arrow''s payload was released, the water bubbled and turned pink while emitting smoke. Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. "There''s a group of eight more coming. About fifteen seconds till they reach the boat," Eodyne said cooly. She appeared intimidating, with lightning flickering off her fingers and a cold demeanor. I found it amusing that Gawinn was staring at her again and seemed even more infatuated this time. Teddy nodded towards Igas, who then stood up. "You''re up, buddy. Try not to freeze the boat this time." "That was one time! And that was nearly two tiers ago. Cut me some slack," Igas complained with faux anger. Standing, he summoned his greatsword and leaped from the boat. The boat tilted dangerously to one side, causing Arturous to express his frustration with a loud roar as a wave of water crashed over his head. The rest of us also got wet to varying degrees, but I was fortunate enough to remain dry. "Hey! Watch it, you dumb brute!" Isaac called out. "Sorry!" Igas soared through the air with all the grace of a cannonball, his apology barely heard over Arturous'' grumbling. As Igas descended, he pointed his sword downwards and thrust it into the water before landing. Rather than producing a bright light, a sudden burst of icy air shot out in a circular pattern. When he landed, he stood on a sturdy platform of ice and quickly pulled his sword back up. The suddenly frozen lake was amazing to see. Extending over a hundred feet in a circle, frozen waves midfall glistened in the sunlight. The cold caused Gadoor and his son to shiver heavily at the rapid change in temperature. Even Celanae pulled her robe closer and glared at the oni. "There! All taken care of. And I didn''t freeze the stupid boat," Igas said as he thumbed the edge of his blade. Eodyne pointed to his right. "Missed one. Incoming." "Wha-" Before he could finish his question, a thin string of water sliced his cheek. Rearing back, he used the face of his blade to knock back a massive fish. It had blue scales the colour of the water and a large, blocky forehead. As the fish-beast crashed back into the water, Igas grunted and activated another skill. His armour grew spikes as ice encased the metal and became a second overlayer over his body. He looked like a knight made of ice as even his sword grew a sharpened edge, extending the blade by a couple of inches. The fish''s fin raced around the platform of ice like a shark. Igas remained still but kept his head on a swivel. He raised his giant sword and held it in front of his body. "Is he going to be okay?" Gadoor asked while loudly whispering. "Shouldn''t you guys help him?" Isaac snorted, and I could tell he was sneering behind his mask. "Don''t worry about him. He''s fine. The fight''s already over. The fish just doesn''t know it yet." Teddy smiled warmly at Igas while he rubbed behind Arturous'' ears. "Few things would be worse than challenging an ice user with water. It''s the same as throwing wood at a fire, hoping to smother it." Gadoor shut his jaw and continued to rub at his arms. Whether he believed them, he could only watch as Igas handled the beast. The fish dived before another pressurized line of water came at Igas'' left. He swung upwards, scraping the blade along the ice below. Rather than slow the blade down, the ice flowed like water and became a shield that blocked the attack. At the same time, shards of ice sprayed into the water in a compact cone. There was no sound, roar, or screech, but he obviously landed a hit as blots of red darkened the water. The fish didn''t resurface, and Igas seemed able to track its movement as his head followed it through the water. A full dozen seconds passed as the beast continued swimming in zigzags. Igas waited, unmoving as he stood still on the ice. Suddenly he dropped to the ground and rolled to the right as three streams of water launched at his head. When he rolled into a crouch, he had to jump back as something impacted the ice beneath him and broke into a hail of shards. Despite standing on solid ice, he maintained his footing and came to an abrupt stop. He stood and stomped with his left foot. Another blast of air hit us, and I heard Gadoor''s teeth chatter. But that was ignored as Igas'' next skill activated, and a line of ice trailed into the water. A loud crack rang, and the fish was launched into the air by a wide pillar of ice smashing into its body. Seven more pillars grew, and two more fish, smaller than the first, followed it into the air. Looking closer, their bodies were half frozen in large chunks. Igas raised his hand and made a tugging gesture, and all three fish flew and reversed their momentum. As they flew towards Igas, he raised his sword and reared back. With a precise swing, the two smaller fish were cut in half while the biggest one met the attack with its armoured head. Instead of decapitating the beast, he turned the block into an overhead swing and smashed it into the platform. Ice grew over the beast and completely immobilized it. It couldn''t even struggle as the ice encased the fish''s entire body. Igas pushed his blade down without wasting a second and plunged it into the fish''s eye. When he pulled his sword out, the ice around it plopped off and fell into the water. The armour followed next and dropped into shattered chunks as he deactivated his skill. With a flick, his blade disappeared into his dimensional storage, and he turned to face us. The entire fight was beautiful to watch. Even if all he faced were overly-large fish, it felt like watching an anime fight come to life. It was a bit inspiring to watch how calmly he handled the fight. And a small part inside me really, really liked ice-based powers. However, I wouldn''t mention it to Zharia. "Hey, Cyrus. Do you think you could handle these? And could you store them? I don''t think Teddy has enough room," Igas shouted. Arturous let out a low roar and reached out to swipe a lazy paw at the man. Igas chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. You can have one too." "I don''t. I might be able to take three of the bodies, but that''s it," Teddy added. I tried to estimate how long it''d take to loot all ten of the fish, and I could only shake my head. Based on how much mana it took to loot the crystal carp, the amount would be way beyond the mana I had available, even if I took a couple of potions. "I''ll do it if I can have one. But it will take a few hours. The skill takes too much mana, and ten is a lot. And if that one fish is tier two, it might take more mana than the others," I replied. "Deal!" Igas began collecting the fish from underneath the ice and dragged the two severed fish together. Gadoor stared for a long time, but eventually, he started redirecting the boat closer to Igas. "You adventurers are something else. Not saying I''m unhappy with my simple life, but damn. Those beasts are known to sink boats if they''re not careful." Igas stepped onto the boat when we neared and motioned to the dead beasts. A quick flush of mana made Chomperz appear, and I could hear Gadoor suck in some air at the sight of the little guy. Chomperz quickly inhaled the bodies, and I could tell the little guy was nearing full. With the assortment of food, camping gear, and the large crate from Bera, the fish filled up the limited space inside Chomperz''s stomach. I had already promised myself to be a bit more circumspect about showing off my skills, so I decided to wait till later to start looting the bodies. Chomperz was already more than I should have shown, but it was inevitable since he was my inventory. Around fifty minutes later, we docked at an old pier, and Gawinn jumped out to tie the boat. Unloading the bear carefully, we all stepped off and stretched our legs. The trip was a refreshing experience in nature, but it felt good to be back on land. Teddy walked over to Gadoor and handed him a small handful of coins. "Thank you for the ride, Gadoor. We appreciate you taking us on such short notice." Gadoor looked down at his hand, and his eyebrows raised in surprise. He glanced at Teddy''s smile and the seven gold in his hand before he pocketed it. "My gratitude as well. I appreciate the extra coin. If you ever need a ride feel free to approach." "Are you staying for the festival?" Celanae asked. Gadoor shook his head. "Nah. We''ll stay the night and head out in the morning. I reckon there''ll be others wanting passage to the island. I''d be a fool to pass up the chance to earn some easy coin." "Well then, let''s be off." I took one last look at the boat and then turned to the dirt path leading deeper into the island. The next three weeks were going to be interesting. Chapter 30: Meet and Greet As we traversed the forest, we eventually reached the village. It was an odd combination of wood, stone structures, and enormous skulls from unknown creatures. Some of the buildings even integrated massive bones into their design. Adorned generously were flags and banners of orange and blue, giving the place a splash of colour amongst the terrifying skulls. Although there were some people around, the numbers were noticeably lower compared to the city. This gave the area a sense of spaciousness and emptiness, even though it wasn''t actually that big. Among the typical gathering of humans and elves, there were beastkin present who possessed aquatic characteristics. These individuals had tough blue and silver scales across their bare chests, and many had heads resembling that of a serpent or lizard. They didn''t wave pitchforks or roll out a golden carpet; the few villagers who saw us merely nodded and resumed their business. Mostly, they stopped and gaped at the sight of the car-sized bear trudging along behind us. It felt different in every way, somehow feeling like I stepped into another world. After running across a few buildings, we approached the bulk of the village and stopped at a lone building built around a massive skull of some horned beast. Much like the rest of the village, it was covered in orange and blue paint, with several small flags adorning the ropes connecting to it. As we entered, I finally understood how the building remained standing underneath the massive weight of the skull. Instead of building support to hold up the skull, it was attached to an equally large spine that ran below the ground. It made me realize that the village was literally built with the bones of the giants. We entered the building and were greeted by a beastkin woman with the head of a fish. Her orange scales tapered away to black as they reached her neck. Like the rest of the islanders, she wore a brightly coloured robe that reminded me of a kimono from back on Earth. As she saw us enter, she smiled brightly and yelled from behind the desk she was drawing on. "Greetings, adventurers, and company! My name is Alish''trala. Welcome to the Sunlight Scale Inn!" Teddy was the first to approach, his warm smile nearly as bright as the beastkin. "Greeting''s to you, Alish''trala. We have decided to come early before the festival starts. And a friend of ours recommended this inn. Would you happen to have rooms available?" Alish''trala took on a playful smile. "Ohoho! I''m glad we made a lasting impression on one of our guests. It''s good that you came early. In another week or so, we might have been fully booked." She turned around and shuffled through a shelf full of books before grabbing one and plopping it down on the table. "And how many rooms would you like to rent?" Teddy paused and looked to Gadoor, who stepped up. "Me and my son will be taking one room, please. Just for tonight. If you can, we''d prefer two beds instead of one." "That''ll be two silver. If you had come here next week, I''d charge you four." Gadorr sighed but still handed in the coin. Alish''trala opened the book and flipped to the newest page. Scrolling down the neat rows of columns, she stopped after the latest entry and tapped the page. I didn''t detect any mana, but a small drop of ink dripped from her finger and turned into neat writing on the paper. It was an interesting ability, further showing me how varied skillstones can be. "And you guys?" Teddy turned towards me. "You okay sharing a room? If not, you can probably afford to rent one on your own after selling those gems." "Sure. I''ll still pay half if that''s okay," I replied. I didn''t feel too comfortable taking advantage of the man''s generosity. At least this way, I could feel like I contributed my share. I pulled out the absolute last of my silver and handed it over. All twenty-one coins were gone, leaving my coin pouch empty. Still, I wasn''t worried. I''d easily make that back and then some with my new looting skill, especially if we were able to dive into a dungeon a couple of times before the grand festival. Teddy took the coins and piled them on the table. He pulled out a single gold coin and five silver and added it to the stack. "Three rooms then, for the next three weeks." Alish''trala accepted the coin and repeated the ink trick on the book. After that, she closed the ledger and returned it to the shelf. When she bent down, she pulled out four white tokens that looked like a coin. Each token had orange and white scales on its face. She handed one to Gadorr, and Teddy gave off two of the three to Celanae and Igas. "I hope you enjoy your stay here. My last festival was twenty years ago. This time I plan on rooting for you guys! So if you need anything, don''t be afraid to ask," Alish''trala said enthusiastically. The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. We thanked her again and bid Gadorr and Gawinn farewell. We could have stopped and rested for a while, but since most of our gear and items were secured inside dimensional storages, we didn''t have to stop and unpack. Instead, we headed back out and walked across the village''s coast. "So where are we going? All you''ve told me is that there''s a festival in three weeks and a dungeon here that can be delved." I asked as I observed my surroundings. Some giant bones used in the buildings made me want to draw them in my journal. Celanae smiled at me. "We''re going to the guildhall. It''s customary to alert the local guildmaster if you plan on staying for long. That and they would know the dungeon''s delve schedule." Isaac guffawed with fake laughter. " As if a village like this would need a schedule. The guildmaster probably deals with adventurers maybe once a month. If even that. It must feel like a vacation being stationed here." He looked around and saw Teddy smiling. "Why are you grinning like that? You know something, don''t you." "Hmmm. Maybe. You never know," Teddy replied cryptically. Isaac''s eyes narrowed, and he stared at the man with suspicion. When Celanae giggled, he whipped his head around and pointed an accusing finger. "You too! Did your friend tell you something? Spill it." Celanae tapped her chin and lightly hummed. "She may have mentioned a cute little cousin of hers. Something about an apprenticeship to the guildmaster. Hmmm, I''m sorry, the details are foggy. Nobody believed for a second that Calanae was having memory issues. And the teasing in her voice was enough to send the rogue scowling. Thankfully the drama was cut short as we approached a colourful building. Like most of the buildings in town, it too, sported a massive beast skull in the middle of its architecture. Looking up at the massive jaw of the beast, the teeth shined in the sunlight. Each tooth was easily larger than Igas. As we entered the building, the change in temperature was immediate. The warm summer weather became nice and cool. It was like stepping into an air-conditioned store where the sun''s heat was blocked and pushed away. The hall was disorganized and cluttered, with crates and random items taking up space. Mounted fish trophies adorned the walls, showcasing different species with unique colors and traits. Next to a table on the far right wall were two people playing a board game of some kind. At the sound of our arrival, they turned and looked at us in surprise. They put down the cards in their hand and whispered to each other. One was a blue-scaled beastkin with the head of a lizard. And the other was a tanned elven woman with blue tattoos. Her darker skin and low-pointing ears were a stark contrast to Calanae''s pale skin and high-pointing ears. Before Teddy could say hello, a large beastkin and an older human man walked out. The man had one arm behind the beastkin''s back as they walked out of the room behind them. At first, they didn''t notice us, but when the beastkin saw the two at the table looking our way, he turned and stopped. The older man stopped when his companion paused, finally noticing the large crowd filling the guildhall. He blinked a few times before his eyes widened. "Oh, hello there. Has the flood begun, then? I thought I had more time." "Sir?" Teddy asked. The older man shook his head and approached with an extended hand. After he and Teddy grasped wrists, he stepped back and leaned against the wall. "My name''s Travis. Fisherman, alchemist, and occasionally guildmaster. I hope you''re not bringing me trouble." During his speech, the larger blue-scaled beastkin moved next to the two people sitting at the table. He regarded us cooly but I wasn''t completely sure, the lizard-like head and slitted eyes were hard to interpret. For all I knew, that could have been his smiling face. "Greetings, guildmaster. My name is Theodore, and this is my team. We wanted to formally greet the local guildmaster since we plan on staying here until the festival ends. And we planned on delving into the local dungeon. Will we need to register a time slot?" Teddy explained. While his words were directed towards the guildmaster, he slightly bowed at the trio. It was subtle, but I noticed Isaac and Eodyne tense up. They stared directly at the muscular beastkin. Looking over, I noticed he had his fists balled up and glared at Teddy. His two companions showed no signs of aggression but were also staring firmly in Teddy''s direction. The guildmaster scratched his head, and he glanced back at the trio. "Thanks for alerting me. We don''t have a set schedule for the dungeon. There are few adventurers around these parts, so you can usually delve at any time. But uh, you might have to wait till tomorrow." Unsaid was that the trio behind him were the ones who were going to occupy the dungeon today. "That''s fine. May I ask where the dungeon is located? I was unable to find information about the dungeon other than what to expect inside." "Ah, that''s expected. I doubt there''ll be much information about the island. While the guild usually has jurisdiction over local dungeons, ours is located in the temple''s basement. You''ll have to speak to the priest there to get access, but you should be fine. Even if we''re a bit isolated out here, they should recognize your badges." "Thank you then. We''ll be off. Have a good day, everyone." Teddy nodded at the four of them, and we turned to leave. Before we exited the door, Travis called out. "Wait a moment. What''s the name of your team?" Teddy stopped and turned around. "We''re called Broken Tower." "Broken Tower? Sounds familiar." Travis stated while scratching his beard. Suddenly his eyes widened. "Wait a second! You mean the Broken Tower. That sadistic guardian''s kids? My apologies, I didn''t know I was speaking to a Ligh-" Teddy held up a hand and gave a thin smile. "Theodore is fine. We''re simple adventurers, Guildmaster. There''s no need for that." "Ah, well then. Have a good day," Travis said awkwardly. As we left the building, I noticed the trio intently staring at us. Despite my curiosity, I chose to remain silent and keep walking. It was clear that the guildmaster had said something they recognized, but I trusted that Teddy would explain if I asked. Therefore, I didn''t feel the need to interrogate him right away. We entered the inn and stopped to check on Arturous, who was slumbering under some shade. After feeding the big guy his share of the fish, we headed inside and went to our rooms. Sighing, I got off my bed and sat on the floor. A quick flood of mana made Erebus appear, and I caught him gently while lowering him to the floor. He sent over an inquisitive query, and I answered. In response, he tapped his leg in excitement and turned around, waiting. Soon a giant fish appeared on the floor, still partially frozen. I then pulled out a really cheap mana potion and started sipping. Erebus flared his mana and disappeared inside the fish''s body. One down, nine more to go. I was going to have a major headache after this. Chapter 31: A Trip to the Temple I stared at the small balloon-like organ in my hand. It was made of a rubber-like material, and as I squeezed, I could feel liquid threatening to shoot out of the front nozzle. Tossing it lightly into the air, I let it hit the floor and watched it lazily bounce. At least the thing had some durability. Teddy looked over curiously. He moved to the edge of his bed and watched as Erebus crawled out of another fish carrying a loot orb on his back. "Such a fascinating skill. I''ve seen a looting ability before, but it was of the spatial aspect. To think not only is your skill a familiar that will evolve and grow infinitely more varied than a normal skill, but that it''s of a death and shadow aspect. They are not what I would first think of in regards to creation-type magic." I grabbed the loot orb from Erebus and let him crawl onto my arm. Apparently, not even he knew what was inside until the moment I opened the sphere. With a squeeze, a gesture that was utterly unnecessary, I channeled a flicker of mana and watched the orb unravel. The latticework of death and darkness untied itself, and space seemed to pop as another balloon organ plopped into my hand. With a disappointed frown, I tossed it to Teddy, who caught it. "You know. I didn''t think much of it at first, but you said magic. From what I understand, most people in this world refer to skills, as well, skills or abilities. But you actually called it magic. That''s unusual." Teddy tested the balloon''s squishiness before setting it down beside the fish. "Technically speaking, we do have our own forms of magic. Enchanting, runework, and rituals are also called magic, even if they can be done through skills. I''m probably unusual compared to most people. My parents have always instilled in me that our version of the Grand Weave might not be the same as someone else from a different world. So my understanding of what skills are and how our system works leads me to call it magic." "And that understanding is?" "That our version of magic has its benefits and disadvantages. From what I have been taught, skills are a shortcut. A simplified spell that lets us quickly and easily manipulate mana to produce specific effects. Unlike a ritual with complex components and stages, our version of the Weave lets us instantly learn and bypass time requirements by using skillstones. My best comparison is the difference between using the skill Ice Spikes and the skill Ice Manipulation to create spikes of ice. While you can achieve the two effects using either of the skills, one has a stage of complexity that the other lacks. And the complex skill can perform the task with more flexibility and variety that the shortcut version can''t." "That''s... actually well explained. I found it strange that the earth mages were called mages. In my head, mages are those who cast spells and manipulate mana. Except, technically, every warrior or rogue becomes a spellblade since they use mana to perform their skills. Especially someone like Igas, who goes around as a warrior with ice powers." "I can see why that would be confusing. As Celanae explained, mages are simply people who rely on mana-intensive skills, usually ranged-focus, focusing on the elemental aspect of their skill. There are those who go the route of stamina and intensive skills instead of mana. A good example would be a skill called Rage State. It has a low mana cost while requiring heavy stamina usage, and sometimes it requires a nominal cost of health. Blood Rage is a similar skill that turns health into power. Very dangerous, a double-edged sword that can leave you permanently crippled if you push the skill too far." It was always fascinating to learn about different skills. Some skills'' sheer wonder and awesomeness would make one feel like a god. At some point, I would have to deep-dive into the book Celanae got me about all the different skills. The book was surprisingly thin, but as she explained, most people refused to divulge what their skills did. That meant a few of the skills listed in the book had only a vague description to explain what they did. "Brelten told me to try finding a wand or a caster when I could afford it. Any idea on the kind of price I''m looking for?" I said as I replaced the looted fish with a fresh one. "It''s difficult to say for sure. If you''re looking for the cheapest option, you''ll have to spend at least six or seven gold. However, keep in mind that even if it''s not a very effective weapon, adding enchantments can be pricey." I winced, but the price wasn''t too bad. "And if I wanted a decent one. One I can use for most of tier one?" "Then somewhere around twenty to thirty gold." "Why the hell are they so expensive? That seems absurd. I could buy bundles of spears with that money." Teddy gave a weird look. He sat up and crossed his arms as he looked down at me. "Cyrus, I think you have a misconception about the price of things. First of all, Volan sold at an extreme discount. The spear that you have is easily a gold piece in most cities. Our continent lacks greatly when it comes to smithing-related skillstones. So with the amount of work and the cost of material, you easily got that spear and armour for way less than you ever should." He then summoned a small dagger and gently tossed it to me. I caught it and turned it around in my hands. It was the most generic-looking blade I had ever seen. "And how much was this?" "Twenty Silver." "Mate, it feels like you overpaid a little too much." I tossed the dagger back, and he caught it before sending it into his hidden storage. "Maybe by a few silver, but that is beside the point. Your spear is nearly the same price, right?" I nodded my head, and he smiled in return. "Just keep that in mind when you question why a caster would be so expensive." I held up my hands placating. "Alright, point made. So what''s the second point?" "Not only would the wood have to be mana conductive, but it would also require a gem resilient enough to withstand foreign mana or one that could serve as a self-filling energy source. The most preferred caster is those that can hold a set amount of mana and can naturally refill through passive regeneration." "I''m assuming it''s because if it used your own mana, it would defeat the purpose of needing a caster? If you''re using your mana, then it could be better spent on your skills." "Correct. Those who use a caster that requires the wielder''s mana are generally used to shore up a weakness or to enhance a skill. An example is a water-affinity user wielding an ice-aspected caster to freeze their water." "Makes sense. Fine. I give. I''ll need to send that oni a gift basket the next time we visit Edolus. I wish the bastard told me how much he was helping us out." A small part of me cringed as soon as I said the words. Sam''s excited face as she brandished her new hammer flashed through my mind. If Teddy saw my flinch, he chose not to acknowledge it. "Don''t worry. The one reliable thing about being an adventurer is the opportunity to make coin. Sure, you may spend all of it on gear repairs or healing from some injury, but you get a guaranteed chance to earn it." We shared a laugh, and I resumed my looting of the fish beasts. After my fifth one, I had to take a break, but I finished them all before we both retired to bed. The collection of balloon organs totaled six. The last of the lesser beasts produced three handfuls of shiny blue scales. When I examined the fish, I found only two larger ones had a small smattering of the particular scales. I wasn''t sure of their value, but they were at least unique in some way. The final beast, the tier two that dueled Igas, gave me something interesting. It was a small crystal sphere the size of my palm. It shined in a dull blue glow that swirled lazily. When I showed it to Teddy, he confirmed it was a beast core. It would make for a decent sum of coin at tier two, provided somebody here would want it. Packing it away for tomorrow, I went to bed happy and relieved I wouldn''t be completely broke.
The temple was surprisingly plain. Around it were several colourfully decorated buildings adorned with orange and blue flags and paint. However, the temple was almost jarring to look at it. Made of white stone, it looked maintained but only to a bare minimum needed not to look rundown. Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. Arturous was able to comfortably enter the entrance since it was surprisingly wide. Upon following the giant, we entered a circular hall. Amongst the marble statues lining the back walls was a single statue that was easily three times the size of the others. It was a detailed carving of a massive serpent rising from waves of water that magically flowed through the air. And underneath the serpent''s protective head was a human-sized statue of a woman. She wore robes similar to the design the islanders wore. The woman in the statue appeared happy, proudly basking in the victory of achieving something she had always wanted. And even the massive serpent coiled around her shared a look of pride that was hard to miss. "Magnificent, isn''t it? Some may think it blasphemous to create a temple for the gods and place oneself on a pedestal greater in quality than the rest. But our Lady Protector Ysana and her soul-companion Zolnja, the Serpent Guardian, earned the right to do so." The voice came from my left, and I saw an elven man when I looked over. A man with tanned skin and dark-blue hair was dressed in robes made of patterned cloth. Though he appeared to be in his twenties, his gaze conveyed a weight only age could bring. He approached with slow, measured steps, his hands held together in prayer. Teddy and the others gave a slight bow, even Isaac, so I followed suit a second later. Teddy stepped forward, placed one hand over the other, and lowered his head. "Greetings, Elder Aimon. It''s an honour to meet you." Aimon returned the gesture and waited till Teddy raised his head to speak. "I see that your parents taught you the proper greeting. Or perhaps it was that one man. Perhaps Little Brel did learn his lessons." There was a playful smile on the man''s face, and from how he talked, he sounded older than he looked. Looking around, the others seemed bothered by their uncle being called little. It made me wish I still had access to my phone from Earth. Their faces would have made for a great photo. Teddy scratched his head as he took a second to respond. "It was our uncle, sir. He told many stories about his time here." "I see, good, good. He was such a spirited child. A bit of a temper, that one." He stared distantly, looking beyond us for a moment. His smile faded a little when he turned his attention back towards Teddy. "So tell me, how are the Lightcrests? Are they still adventuring?" "I am uncertain, sir. Their rift expedition will likely conclude within a month. Although I have not seen them since last year, I am confident they are doing well. After all, my parents are experienced adventurers." "Indeed they are. That''s good to hear you have such faith in them, Theodore. Now why don''t you introduce me to your friends? I have heard snippets about your team from time to time. It''ll be nice to put a face to those rumors." "This is Celanae, Eodyne, Igas, and Isaac. They''re my teammates. Uncle Brelten trained us as kids, so we became an adventuring party after awakening." Aimon observed the others examining them from head to toe. "The Amethyst Witch, protector, and guardian with barriers of hardened crystal. Followed by the Storm Wraith, a ghost in the wind that shoots down with heaven''s fury." He paused as the two women blushed. Even the usually stoic Eodyne looked bashful. "And then we have the Frozen Knight, encased in ice as he plunges the battlefield into eternal winter. And one of the most notable, the Shadow Fiend. A silent death that drags you screaming to your final rest with tentacles of the darkest black. Did I get that correct?" Now all of the team except Teddy was looking awkward. Igas shuffled in place while Isaac kept his gaze specifically away from the elder. When nobody said anything, he turned and gazed at me. "And who is this? You did not include his name when you introduced your team." "This is Cyrus. He''s joining us for a time. Consider him a companion and friend like the others," Teddy explained. I felt uneasy as the elder gazed at me. It seemed as though he was scrutinizing something within me, but I detected no magical energy or indication of any skills being employed. "Very well, greetings to you all. If you are here, I assume you want to delve into the dungeon?" Aimon said as he went up to Arturous, scratching generously behind his ears. "That''s correct, sir. We already checked in with Guildmaster Travis. The dungeon should be available." Aimon paused from scratching Arturous and retrieved a ring from his robe. The ring appeared to be made of bone and had ten coins instead of keys attached to it. "We should start moving now," he said. I looked to the others, who gave me a nonplussed look and began following the elder. His robes swept across the floor like water, the design creating a mesmerizing rippling motion as he moved. As we passed the statue of the lady and the serpent, a weird flux of mana popped above me, and I was doused by a spray of water. When I looked up, nothing was different about the statue. I continued to look around, but no other traces of mana could be felt, and the other people in the room were busy praying to their respective gods or goddesses. I felt a bubble of anger try to claw its way up, but I squashed it down. Getting infuriated over what was probably a harmless prank would be ridiculous. When Isaac looked back and saw that I had stopped, he paused and narrowed his eyes. Before he could say anything, I jogged to catch up, ignoring his look of suspicion. We descended several stairs, going much deeper into the earth than I expected. Luckily much like the rest of the temple, the stairwell was built with giants in mind, so Arturous was able to lumber on through without difficulties. As we reached the end of the steps, we walked into an even larger hall that expanded forward until it reached a massive door. To say it wasn''t creepy would be a lie. The archway was made of white marble, and on each side were two massive lanterns giving off a pale blue flame. Decorated on every layer were multiple skulls. Aimon turned to face us and spread his arms wide. "Welcome to the Drowned Necropolis. A dungeon older than I." He then pressed one of the coins into the door''s handle and stood back as the doors faded away and mana surged through the opening. The dungeon portal was like a wave of water that led into another world. The dry floor beneath us became wet as glowing water filled the hall. It looked nothing like the Burning Lake dungeon. "This dungeon might be different from the ones you might normally encounter. The necropolis possesses nine floors in total. There are two tier-one, three tier-two, and four tier-three floors. Before you enter, you can select which tier you''d like to start on if you have one of these coins." Aimon raised the ring of coins in his hand and jingled it. Celanae bent down and ran her hand through the water. It dripped off like sparkling light before it rejoined the floor. "Amazing. Does this mean it''s a living dungeon?" "Not yet. It has the beginning of a nascent soul, but it remains dormant. It''s my hope and fear that this coming festival will be enough to push it over the edge. A dungeon with a dungeon spirit would be a massive boon." Living dungeons and dungeon spirits sounded a lot like the dungeon had a core; another thing about this pseudo-cultivation world made me glad I read all the books I did. Sam would have been pumped. I opened my mouth to speak before I heard a rustling behind me. I tried to move, but something kept me frozen. A familiar voice then whispered in my ear. "Cyrus, forgive the intrusion, but please refrain from mentioning the core, especially when it comes to someone like Celanae or Aimon." I felt the restraints around my body release, and I instinctively flexed to ensure I could move everything. I watched Teddy discuss plans with the others without bothering to look around. The elder looked at me again, this time with a concerned frown. "If you''re asking, I won''t, but why not? Surely they would know what a dungeon core is, right?" I asked. I could feel Cal shaking his head. "No, they do not. Plenty of worlds know this knowledge, but for now, the current population of Inoria has no idea that dungeon souls are from dungeon cores. The entire process of dungeon evolution is currently a restricted topic. I can explain the reasons later, but for now, know dungeon cores are a divine-kept secret." "That sounds stupid but fine. I''ll play nice. That is going on my list of questions, though." "I''ll gladly answer them the next time we see each other. I''ll be taking my leave now." "Bye, Cal. Recover well." "Goodbye, Cyrus. And here''s a tip. Have Erebus loot a corpse still in the water. Feel how the mana changes as he goes inside. That should help your trouble with the shadows." With that, Cal''s presence disappeared, and I tuned back into the conversation right as Teddy moved towards me. I glanced at the elder and saw his eyes stare in shock, but he, too, looked away a moment later. "So we plan on delving the tier-two floors. We''re hopeful we can push into the third tier, but that will have to wait after our first run. Since we are uncomfortable leaving you alone in such a dungeon, are you okay if Arturous joins you?" Teddy asked. The massive ursus arctos in question padded over and gave me a giant lick. I felt my body lift slightly from the ground as he licked me from the torso up. Spitting out the goo that covered my lips, I pushed his snout away playfully. "Yeah, that''d be fine. Are you sure you don''t need him? He''s your soulbond." "It''s fine. He shares my cultivation, so any experience I get, he gets. Arturous is smarter than he looks. He just likes to be lazy if he can. Feed him food or a couple of bones, and he''ll do whatever you want. He can guard your rear and step in only if you ask him to." "That''s perfect, then. Are we ready?" "Yes, here you go." He handed me a coin with a single line scratched down the middle. "I''m told the time dilation is only by an hour, so remember that when you want to leave. And Cyrus? Stay safe. We have at least a week or two before other people come here. Take this time to learn and practice everything you have." I nodded thoughtfully and followed him back to the group. Arturous'' heavy steps splashed water everywhere, so I was already drenched by the time we neared the portal. Thankfully I didn''t feel cold in the slightest. The others asked if I was ready, and I replied yes. Not wasting another moment, they each held a coin in their hand and stepped into the water gate. I stopped before the portal and turned to face the elder. "What about Arturous? Does he need a coin?" Aimon shook his head. "Simply keep a hand on his head as you enter. The portal will place you together. Since he is a soul-bonded beast, the portal doesn''t count him as a full individual." I thanked him and wrapped an arm around the bear''s massive neck. "Here we go, buddy. Time to enjoy my first proper delve." I moved in step with the bear and pushed past the film of floating water. Reality distorted and faded into a bright flash of light. Next, my body was pulled, and I felt a tugging sensation whisk me away into another realm. Chapter 32: Time to go Fishing The mana surrounding me flowed around my body, forming a vaguely Cyrus-shaped bubble. The same thing occurred around Arturous'' body, and I could feel the portal travel come to an end. Like a pillow cushioning our fall, we landed on wet stone. I got up slowly, using the bear''s larger body as a brace. Within seconds my vision adjusted to the gloomy light of the hallway. Looking down, I lifted my foot from the clear water and set it back down with a splash. Arturous growled, and I gave him a couple of pats on the head. "Sorry about the fur, Artu. When we''re done, I''ll roast a nice big fish for you on the beach." I received a huge bear tongue to the face. Using the water, I cleared the residual slime and summoned my spear. I immediately worried that Zharia would be disadvantaged inside a water-themed dungeon. Releasing my mana, I summoned ¨¢ine and then Zharia. The girls settled on my shoulders and looked around. "Strange place, Master. Too much water." I rubbed Zharia''s head and held up my spear. "Looks like we''ll be playing it safe this time. Are you okay being the scout?" "No problem! I''ll burn whatever monster comes our way." "I appreciate the enthusiasm, but let''s take it easy. I don''t want you getting hurt. And if we need help, we have Arturous here to back us up. Okay?" Zharia pouted, and I could feel her disappointment through the bond. "Yes, Master. I shall fly ahead." Shaking my head, I held a hand out to ¨¢ine so she could hop on. After one last spin around the room, she stepped onto my hand, and I placed her on Arturous'' head. "Be prepared to heal me when I ask for it, okay? Arturous here can keep you safe." She gave me a tiny thumbs-up, and I chuckled. Zharia flew ahead, but I kept within a dozen meters. So far, the hallway continued in a maze-like fashion leading down a winding path. And throughout the entire thing was water. It rose to my knee in some places, but that was all. It did not flow in any direction; it existed, unmoving and ever-present. It took another five minutes of traveling empty hallways till Zharia spotted the first dungeon monster. Using our connection, I saw the thoughts she sent me and saw what she had seen. Of all the things I expected to face inside a dungeon called the Drowned Necropolis, it was not that. The monster was in the form of an ethereal blue fish floating above the water. Strange red strands fluttered on an unseen gust of wind that seemed to float around the fish''s body. But the strangest of it all was not the floating nor the glowing blue energy that made up its body. Rather, it was the elongated skull that connected to the thickened spine that replaced the fish''s head. It looked humanoid but was not human, not that I was an expert on strange, undead ghostfish. "Master," Zharia chirped uneasily. "There''s another one coming." "That''s fine. Fly up and keep an eye on it. I''ll engage the first one." Before turning the corner and confronting the monster, I turned and had Arturous stop and wait. If things went wonky, he''d be a whistle away. Though, a significant part of me hoped things got crazy. Slowly as I could, I moved forward with my spear held out. I didn''t lift my feet; instead, I slid one foot forward and one back to minimize how much I disturbed the water. When I saw the undead creature, it looked almost beautiful, in an eerie sort of way. Noiselessly, it skimmed through the air from one side of the wall to the next. When it turned and faced my direction, I was ready to launch my spear at the thing, but it turned away a second later. Unbothered and unchanged, it continued its lazy swim between the walls. I could feel Zharia''s confusion layer over my own, and I couldn''t help but stop and lower my spear. As it kept swimming, I waited to see if it would keep ignoring me if I stepped closer. Cautiously I moved within an arm''s reach and held still. Three...two...one. I counted slowly for the moment it would turn away from the wall and be forced to come within a few feet of me. Tightly gripping my spear, I waited, ready to jump back and slash upward with my spear the moment it showed any sign of hostility. As it approached my fist, it came within inches and lightly brushed against my fingers. The sensation felt like dipping my hand in freezing water, stealing away my warmth. I pulled back and lifted my spear, but the undead fish continued swimming, ignoring me altogether. A glance at Zharia showed her sitting in a shady nook with her head cocked to the side. "Master? Why didn''t it attack you? Why didn''t you?" I lowered my spear and watched the monster float away. After it reached a half dozen meters, I pulled up a specific entry on my status sheet. Status: Dread Guardian''s Apology: Zharia could read my thoughts and understood what I was focusing on. She flew down from her perch and landed on my shoulder while keeping her eye on the two monsters in the distance. "What now? Do we move on?" I shook my head. "No, I can''t leave enemies behind me. Brelten would kill me if he found out." Less carefully, I casually moved closer to the first fish and put weight on my back leg. "If the other one attacks, unleash hell." Zharia launched off my shoulder and glided past the first monster. With her handling the other one, I focused entirely on the monster before me. Timing my thrust so that the head of my spear hit the flesh of the monster right as it began turning in the other direction, I launched myself forward and extended my arms. The blade pushed through the ethereal water covering its body and met the hard bone of its spine. The change in hostility was instant, and the red strands extended out in all directions like needles. Twisting my body so that my shoulder glided past the attack, I stepped closer, extended the blade past the spine, and pulled back, hooking the monster''s body with the wings of my spear. If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. There was a brief moment where the water surrounding the monster spasmed and cushioned it mid-air. Using my body''s entire weight, I tugged sharply, felt the resistance break, and managed to swing the spear to my right. A loud crack sounded as the monster''s skull impacted the stone wall. Suddenly, the gloomy hallway lit up in golden light. Luckily, my eyes auto-adjusted to the radiant flames bathing the end of the hallway, and I kept my focus on the monster falling to the floor. Rather than prevent it from falling into the water, I gambled on its ability to control the water around it, weaker than my physical strength. Plunging my spear downward, I raised my foot and stomped down. My boot met the fish first, and the monster was shoved into the ankle-high water faster than my spear could reach. It was then I realized I made my first mistake. The monster didn''t fail to stop my foot from crashing into it. The undead let itself be pushed into it. The bone that my foot pushed against disappeared. In its wake were three of the red strands. Two wrapped around my ankle while the third stabbed at my calf, but the leather greave covering my leg prevented it from penetrating my flesh. Another flare of golden flames erased the shadows covering the walls, but again, I had to ignore it and trust in my familiar. Frantically I looked around for the monster while I used my spear to cut through the bindings around my foot. I managed to cut all but the third strand before the monster attacked again. Two more strands launched at my hand, causing me to pull it away and position it to intercept the attack. I blocked one while the other nearly severed my fingers at the second knuckle. Growling in pain and anger, I grabbed it with my free hand and tugged. More resistance, followed by breaking whatever energy animated the glowing water near my waist, battled against my muscles. Thrashing silently, the monster''s skull emerged from the water floating around my left side. I stabbed my spear into its face without giving it a chance to attack. When it opened its jaw and the wings of my spear slipped past its teeth, I cursed. It moved fast, faster than I could swing my arm. With a skeletal body, it rushed down the length of the shaft and opened its jaw wider. The monster bit down with the force of a medium-sized dog, and I felt the blunt edges of bone sink into my leather armour. Beyond the threat of having my hand crushed, mana around the monster pulsed in steady waves. The glowing water surrounding its skeleton frame crawled past my wrist and up my arm. Even through the leather armour, I could feel a tinge of cold cut through the padding. Out of options, I released the red strand in my grip, thick drops of blood staining the water red. Grabbing the upper jaw, I leveraged the open nose socket and tried to pry the monster loose. I could hear Zharia''s distress as she held off the other monster. The monster''s body was exposed, with only a thin stream wrapping around its spine. The rest of the ethereal water had managed to crawl up my shoulder and tighten around my throat. Struggling, I released the skull and clawed at my neck. If I could leverage enough space, I could whistle for Arturous. Then another flash of fire flared out, revealing what I had failed to notice while struggling to free my airway. The third strand I failed to cut early had released its hold on my leg and was now floating behind my head, looking like a viper ready to strike. With wide eyes, the flames disappeared, taking away the revealing light. Panicking now, I tried to bend my body lower, but I knew I was too slow. There was nothing I could do to stop the monster from piercing into my skin. Hoping ¨¢ine could heal me before I bled out to death, I leaned as low as possible and waited for the pain. Only, it never came because a wall of blinding light overtook my vision. It was the equivalent of holding a flashlight directly into my eyes. A deep guttural roar echoed across the hallway walls, nearly deafening me. The monster, strands, teeth, and glowing water scattered as a giant furry claw knocked it aside with a swing. Without the monster''s strange magic holding me up, I collapsed to one knee thanks to the sudden disappearance of pressure. A shotgun spray of bones hailed across the hallway floor, skipping several meters before they smashed into the wall where they embedded themselves. Coughing with a bruised throat, the smell of grass and wild berries overtook my nose, and a rush of healing mana started to diffuse through my body. "Thank you, ¨¢ine," I said as I stood up and leaned on my spear for leverage. Checking my connection, I noted that Zharia was halfway through her mana pool. The little bird must have channeled more mana into her flames than usual. To say it was effective against the monster would be a lie. If it wasn''t for the unique properties of Zharia''s fire and the sheer amount of mana available to her to use for her abilities, I doubted the undead fish would have looked nearly as rough as it did. The shiny blue-tinted skull and several spots on its spine were charred black and flaked into dust when the monster moved. The ethereal flowing water that should have surrounded its body was trimmed to nearly a quarter of what it should be. And several of the monster''s weird threads floated in the water, charred to a lump of black dust. "Zharia, you okay?" She dived out of the way, dodging a red strand that suddenly shot at her right wing. "Yes, Master! Dumb fish won''t burn! Are you okay?" "I''m alright. Arturous and ¨¢ine came to my rescue. Start leading the thing to me. We''ll take it down together, okay?" "Yes!" I glanced back briefly at Arturous, who stared intensely at the monster Zharia was fighting. Several golden runes blazed across his fur, and I could feel the thrum of mana centered around his legs. If I had to guess, the big guy probably had his own version of Teddy''s Runic Charge skill. Walking slowly, I positioned myself near the left wall and waited. I didn''t have to bother ordering ¨¢ine to move away as I felt her skill end and her tiny fingers tap my neck before she flew back to Arturous. Zharia got within thrusting distance after she dived under another attack. Using our connection, I ordered her to wait and dodge at the last second. My own building emotions echoed the frustration and excitement flowing through our bond. There was no need to have Arturous destroy this fish. Flapping her wings quickly, she hovered in the same spot. The undead fish continued like a determined ghost swimming closer and closer while the water around its body pulsed. With only two strands left, it would be limited in how it attacked my familiar, and I only needed Zharia to dodge the first. The moment it fired both strands, Zharia pushed against the air with her wings and shot toward the ceiling. Aiming my spear carefully, I sliced through one of the strands and looped my spear''s wing into the monster''s spine. If it worked once, there was no reason it wouldn''t work again. I smashed the monster''s body against the wall and dropped my spear. Using one hand to grab the final strand, I yanked it closer. My claws hooked into the monster''s empty socket and pulled in the opposite direction. With two forces pulling at opposite ends, the glowing water around the monster''s body struggled to flow correctly, losing cohesion. At that moment, Zharia dived like an arrow and landed like a mini meteor on the monster''s spine. As Zharia was baiting the thing closer, I noticed a small spot below the seventh vertebra where the mass of the monster''s mana sprouted from. Before she flew to the ceiling, I shared my thoughts and had her aim for that spot. Even as she crashed into the fish like an angry fireball, her body was too small to break the monster''s bones. But that wasn''t the end of her retaliation. Bathed in golden flames that licked at the air unimpeded by floating water, she released a focused blast below her talons and shattered the hidden core animating the monster. Once the vertebra shattered, the monster collapsed like a puppet with its strings snipped. The strand in my hand stopped resisting, and as the monster''s corpse sank to the floor, the strand stayed in my hand, disconnected. Releasing the fleshy thread, I reached a hand out for Zharia to land on. She zipped over and bounced on my palm. Her joy and pride at her victory over the creature were felt before it was heard. "I did it! We did it! We beat the stupid fish!" I chuckled while motioning for Arturous to come closer. Using my finger, I gently bopped the little firebird on the head. "You were amazing, Zharia. Thank you for your hard work. I wouldn''t have been able to do it without you." Flames sprouted from feathers, and I expected her to start hopping again, but instead, a different emotion came through the bond. It wasn''t joy or pride, even though I still felt them lingering behind the new emotion. No, it was anger. Looking behind me, I found what she was staring at and sighed. It was the puddle of water that had been stained red from my blood. Probing the connection, it wasn''t hard to understand why she was angry. "It''s not your fault. You are at a massive type disadvantage here. And you still managed to hold off the other monster all by yourself. Be proud of yourself, Zharia, because I certainly am." Reluctantly, Zharia nodded and flew over to where ¨¢ine was resting on Arturous'' head. The bear lumbered closer and pushed his snout into my hand. I laughed and scratched behind his ears. Summoning a pack of spiced jerky from my inventory, I unwrapped it and dumped its contents into the bear''s mouth. He devoured the thing within two bites which caused me to laugh louder. "Thank you, Artu. Really saved my hide back there." The bear roared softly, and I smiled. Reaching down and picking up the girls, I hugged them before they disappeared back into my soulspace. Cracking my neck, I walked over and grabbed the two halves of the undead fish. Let''s see if Cal''s hint was what I needed. Chapter 32: Interlude: Teddy Pov. "Thirty seconds till the swarm arrives," Eodyne shouted from the top of the pillar. Teddy grunted a reply and activated his Aura of Furious Aggression along with his Aura of the Radiant Defender. He timed his skill activations perfectly. Instead of aiming its lightning attack at Igas, the massive jellyfish turned and discharged a lightning bolt at Teddy. Thanks to his shield and aura combined, the attack stung worse than its actual damage. With a stomp, Igas launched himself into the air, using his skill to summon a pillar of ice beneath his feat. Once he reached the ceiling, he jumped once more and kicked off the stone roof to send himself flying toward the monster. Even with most of the monster''s attention focused on Teddy, two of its seven tentacles flung backward to intercept the living missile. However, before they could lash out at the oni''s limbs, a pair of purple barriers sprang into existence and blocked the attack. Unimpeded, Igas swung his greatsword downward and sliced into the jellyfish monster like it was made of paper. Bisecting it completely, the monster began to split, but the strange goo-like material that made up its body began pulling itself back together. Unfortunately for the monster, it was already too late. Teddy deactivated his aura skills as he watched Igas'' ice slowly freeze the goo until the jellyfish became a frozen statue. With a simple kick from the big man, the monster shattered into a thousand pieces. Teddy turned, jogged past Celanae, and stopped at the hallway''s southern exit. It was hard to see past the unnatural darkness that shrouded the dungeon, but thanks to his enhanced senses, he could barely make out the swarm of monsters coming their way. "Eodyne stun shot when they reach ten paces," he called out loud enough for Isaac to hear them. He didn''t need to call out Isaac''s orders. The rogue already knew what he needed to do after Eodyne activated her skill. Years spent training together in life-and-death situations instilled an instinctive trust in each other. And with that came a decent understanding of what each other wanted. Ignoring Igas, who stepped up beside him, he turned and watched Celanae erect long barriers at the sides of the corridor''s entrance. This way, the swarm would be forced to funnel directly into a straight line instead of spreading out across the room. Thirty paces, twenty-five... fifteen. The golden mana inside Teddy''s chest was built with a steady flow that begged for release. Raising his mace, he banged it against his shield, channeling a tiny portion of the mana, and sent it out like a bell. Every one of the crab-like monsters felt the mana wash over them and sped up in response. Finally, as the first of the monsters reached within ten paces, a single shot silently sailed through the air like a bolt of lightning impacted the middle of the swarm. Briefly shielding his eyes, Eodyne''s lightning unleashed into the monster''s body and penetrated through the side of its shell. Bouncing from one monster to another, her attack was relentless as it chained through their bodies, stunning them in the process. Once the lightning died, Isaac finally revealed himself. The rogue hung upside down, half his body submerged in the shadows. Extending his arm, he grasped an unseen knot of strings connected to one of the limbs of each monster. Closing his fist, he tugged, and the swarm was pulled into a ball of crashing bodies. Trusting Isaac to get out of the way in time, Teddy channeled all of his prepared mana down his arm and into his weapon. The silvery metal became enveloped in a blinding light that pierced the gloom. With a single swing, his Crushing Radiance activated. A massive golden version of his mace came rushing downward in the air above the swarm. The golden mana met crab shell and won. The monsters'' shells were cracked and shattered within a second as their bodies were flattened against the stone floor. With his attack done, he lowered his weapon and held out his shield. Positioning himself to cover both Igas and Celanae, he watched as her barriers formed over the corridor''s entrance, sealing it shut. Exactly five seconds after the monsters died, their remains pulsed with a flare of chaotic energy. The shards of their mana cores floated in the air as the energy swirled. Bracing himself in case the explosion was strong enough to break through her barriers, Teddy planted his back foot into the ground and leaned into the shield. The cluster of explosions rocked the dungeon, and the vibrations were felt beneath their feet. Celanae tisked as the first layer shattered. Luckily, that layer took the brunt of the explosions, and only one other layer was destroyed. Slowly, she undid her skill, and the blast of air that came spilling out of the corridor spread out. They all immediately covered their noses and coughed as the stench threatened to do more damage than any of the monsters managed to inflict. Isaac''s voice sounded out from Teddy''s right. "Fuck, that is awful. Why is there a smell? Do you think they''re designed like that, or did the dungeon get lucky?" The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. Eodyne, who used her wind manipulation skill to cleanse the air around her, scoffed. "Probably a coincidence. The dungeon is not smart enough to create this on purpose." Together, they moved away from the corridor and retreated toward the jellyfish''s frozen remains. After another three minutes of walking, a stairway came into view. With a collective sigh of relief, they walked down the stairs and entered the safezone. Summoning their chairs, they all sat down and relaxed while Teddy pulled out some food and drinks. Passing it around so they all had something to eat and drink, they began their rest. Teddy ran his thumb across the bottle''s lip and stared into the darkness covering the safezone''s ceiling. Celanae noticed this and put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, are you okay? You look concerned," she asked gently. "You''re worried about him, aren''t you?" Igas added. He sighed and took a sip of his drink before answering. "I am. With Arturous there, I know he''ll be fine, but still. The more I get to know him, the more I think we''ll have to watch out for him in the future." "You and that damn Felkin. I still don''t understand why Uncle B took so much interest in him," Isaac complained. Teddy frowned and stared at the rogue. "Isaac. From the moment you met him, you have been exceptionally aggressive and antagonistic. More so than usual. You need to let it go." "And I told you why! Being around him is maddening! That amnesia story of his is dragonshit, and you know it. You can''t trust a single thing about him. Or perhaps we stop ignoring the fact that his god shows up in person and treats him like a favoured son." The group was silent for a while. They were long used to Isaac''s thorniness, but they could recognize the emotion in his voice. Finally, Eodyne set down the arrow she was refletching and spoke. "We don''t ignore that; we''d be fools to do so." When Isaac began to open his mouth, she held up a hand and stopped him. "However, we have no reason to distrust him either. I spent the day with him. He seems genuine. How he treats his familiars is reminiscent of how my people interact with spirits. He truly views them as his companions and loves them so. I trust him." "That means nothing. So what if he treats his spirits nicely? That has nothing to do with his mind. He cycles through emotions faster than Arturous can eat food. Every other second is spent between anger, sadness, and excitement over and over again. He''s an emotional bomb waiting to happen." "And this is why Uncle warned you about that skill. You''d be fine if you just put on the suppression amulet he bought you." "Not the fucking point." Throughout all, Celanae was staring at Teddy''s face, gauging his reaction. Eventually, after Isaac settled down, she tapped her bottle against his, producing a loud clink that made the others look her way. "Isaac''s grumbling aside, you said we might have to watch out. What did you mean by that?" Teddy set down his drink and looked them all in the eye. "You''ve noticed it. We all have. He''s bloodthirsty at times, and even if I know why; it doesn''t change that fact. I''m sure he doesn''t realize it, but we know he''s self-destructive from the interrogation of the adventurers back in Edolus. With his skillset, I''m positive it''ll only lead to further problems." Isaac cut in again, pointing his finger at Teddy. "What do you mean you know why?" "Not for me to say. That''s his information to reveal." "Oh fuck off. Does this have anything to do with his legacy? And why he claims amnesia?" "Yes, but again, not for me to tell." Isaac grunted but relented and let Celanae retake control of the conversation. "I know you''re not worried about him harming us, so what then?" Celanae asked. "I''m afraid he''ll push himself to a point where he can''t save himself. He already shows signs of seeking out danger with little regard for his own safety. We''re adventurers, and I get that. We face monsters and dangers that others normally avoid. Still, there''s a hard line between thrill-seeking and being apathetic to your own life." "And you think this because of your legacy mark? It''s giving you information again?" "Exactly. And the worst thing about it is I''m not sure even he understands what he''s doing." Celanae paused and looked at the rest of the group. Isaac looked annoyed, which wasn''t surprising. Igas looked concerned, but mainly for Teddy. Lastly, Eodyne had her lips pursed while she sat silently, her eyes storming with more lightning than usual. "Then the answer is pretty simple." She summoned a journal from her dimensional space and pulled out a pen. "We''ll do our best to guide him when we think a bad habit starts to form. Uncle did ask us to help train him. I''m sure he meant more than learning how to be a proper adventurer." Teddy smiled in response before picking up his drink and finishing it. Eodyne shook her head while Isaac scoffed lightly. She paused when Igas looked off into the distance and scratched his chin. "What''s wrong?" Igas stopped scratching his chin and leaned back into his chair. "Are you sure we''re not overreacting here? He does have a healing skill, and from what we''ve seen, it''s pretty effective. Wouldn''t be the first person to be a little reckless when they know they can afford to be." Teddy sighed and threw his sandwich at the oni. After it bounced off Igas'' head, he summoned another to replace the one he had thrown. "Have you ever doubted my intuition? I thought we learned the last time you ignored me and had all your money stolen by that merchant''s daughter." Igas unwrapped the sandwich and took a big bite. After chewing it slowly and swallowing with an audible gulp, he held up a finger. "Ahh, true, true. But we found a use for all those crappy daggers, didn''t we? I bet those bandits were limping for months. You know they couldn''t afford a health potion between the nine of them." Teddy laughed, and the group returned to relaxing like they were supposed to be doing from the start. He enjoyed the sandwich and contributed occasionally during Igas and Isaac''s banter. All the while, he kept a silent communication open to his soulbond and listened as the bear sent over a running feed of thoughts and emotions as the big guy followed behind Cyrus. After an hour of relaxation, he put the chair back into his storage and rolled his shoulders. Picking up his mace and sliding it through the loop in his belt, he grabbed his shield and walked down the stairs and out of the safezone. "Incoming, three undead, priest regalia. Plans?" Eodyne whispered. Teddy rolled his shoulders and strode forward, unbothered. "Separate two and leave one to me. Igas, work with Celanae to see what they''re capable of. Isaac, Eodyne, keep the second stunned and check its resistances. I''ll handle the third." Activating three of his auras, he smashed his mace against his shield and flared his mana. A few skulls were perfect to work out some of his stress. Chapter 33: Looting Dungeons It was a risk summoning Erebus as early as this. While I fully believed in my ability to regenerate my mana in a timely fashion, to stop anywhere that wasn''t the safezone in the dungeon was to flirt with danger. There was no guarantee that a horde of monsters wouldn''t just show up within the next ten minutes and try to wreck my shit. At least in this, I was fully willing to let Arturous go crazy if such a scenario came to pass. Erebus spawned into existence above my hand while preserving a good chunk of my mana. The little guy was so excited and earnest about being able to loot something new that he was practically radiating a constant stream of excited thoughts. Chuckling at the eager display, I set the two halves of the fish down into the water just before my feet. Lifting Erebus up, I gave him a little head pat before activating my Spirit Lord''s Invocation. His form broke into motes of purple light that sunk into my body. Upon observing the process once more, I traced the flow of mana through my body and memorized how the skill was activated in each channel. As soon as the process was complete, I symbolically began the looting process by clapping my hands once. Crouching down till my knees were submerged in the water, I reached for the fish''s corpse. Slowly but surely, I sunk my senses into the skeleton and watched as my fingers pushed into the bones. Immediately I noticed something different about looting the dungeon monster. Where looting the beast corpses outside the dungeon felt like pushing into a thick membrane that wanted to remain unpunctured, this was different. The resistance that I expected was almost nonexistent. Instead of pushing into jello, it was more akin to sliding to breaching the surface of a puddle. My mana sunk into its flesh, and my whole hand disappeared. If I wanted, I could channel my mana and begin the looting process, but instead, I withdrew my hand from the corpse and examined it. It looked the same, with white chitin covering the fingers. When I tried pushing into the corpse again, they sunk just as quickly as the last time. Scratching my head, I started to toss around ideas as to why this was different. The only thing that made sense was that the dungeon monster''s body was made up of energy rather than being a biologically grown creature. Rather than produce its own mana, it drew existence from the dungeon around it. At least, that was my only sustainable theory at the moment. Restarting the process for a third time, I let the world fall away and watched as the combined mesh of death and darkness mana pushed into the corpse and spread to encompass a section inside its body. Diving deeper with my mana senses, I ignored the skill''s death aspects and watched as the shadow aspect shifted the physical world around it. My hand was in the fish but not moving. Slowly from one end of the corpse to the other, I felt around for the rib bones, but I touched nothing outside of a vague idea of the bones around my fingers. Saying that I was pushing into another plane of reality felt wrong. Despite my intense concentration, I ignored everything else and delved deeper. Suddenly that was when it hit me. It wasn''t that my hand was in an entirely different dimension, more that it was, but not at the same time. Moving my hand slowly, I stopped where I knew a thickened rib bone would be and tried to focus on the vague feeling beneath my fingers. It was as Isaac described. I wasn''t delving deep into the plane of shadows. I was merely skimming below the surface. If I pushed deeper, I would start delving into the shadow plane for real, but the skill naturally guided me toward the shallow end. Surrendering myself to dark mana, I began retracting my hand until the exact moment I felt the vague feeling sharpen in my mind. Grasping tightly, I ripped my hand out of the corpse and held the enclosed fist to my eyes. Slowly opening my fingers, they uncurled and revealed a piece of thick bone the width of my pinky. Pumping my arm in the air, I couldn''t help but shout. "Haha! Eat your heart out, Isaac. I finally get it." Arturous growled in confusion and annoyance at the sudden outburst, but I waved him off and tossed him the bone. The bone was absolutely tiny compared to the size of his mouth, and I watched him swallow it with a loud chomp. There wasn''t even a cracking sound as the bone disappeared deep inside the bear. Shaking my head, I looked down at the fish corpse, ready to loot it for real, only to discover something was wrong. The body of the fish was wavy and half-melted. In particular, around the area where I snapped off a bone was a massive hole where the rib used to be. I must have triggered the dungeon''s destruction timer by technically looting the body. Pushing my hand into the only spot along the spine that wasn''t melted into goop, I slid into the pseudo-dimensional space and flooded my mana channels. As the looting process began, the rest of the corpse dissolved into the water below. And by the time I grasped my hand around a congealed orb made of my mana, the rest of the body fell away into nothing. This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. Arturous sniffed the spot where the corpse was and growled quietly. He was probably sad there weren''t more bones for him to eat. Holding the loot orb in my hand, I stood up and searched the hallway. Walking to where I thought the bones of the other fish were, I bent down and ran my fingers across the floor. Eventually, I found a shard of what was probably the thing''s spine and picked it up. The fragment in my hand confirmed that my skill triggered the corpse to dissolve and not the dungeon. Walking back to Arturous, I scratched behind his ears and crushed the orb. What popped out was a small vial made of darkened glass. It had a wooden stopper keeping the lid sealed along with what looked like a line of runes etched into the bottle. Inside the vial, no larger than my palm, was a glowing blue liquid resembling the ectoplasmic goop that made up the ghostfish''s body. In the gloom of the hallway, it glowed bright enough to serve as a small light source, albeit a crappy one. Undoing my skill, Erebus reappeared and crawled over to the vial. He tapped the glass inquisitively before clicking his mandibles, satisfied. I was tempted to open it and see what it smelled like, but I didn''t want to break whatever seal the vial had that kept the obvious ghost goop contained. "Thanks, Erebus. I''ll summon you again before we leave." Erebus clicked his mandibles and disappeared into my chest. With a quick check on my mana pool, I quickly activated three skills. Zharia and ¨¢ine appeared along with Chomperz. The girls flew over and landed on Arturous'' head while Chomperz vacuumed the vial out of my hand. I tried to give the little dragonling a boop on the snoot, but he swerved out of the way and settled back into my soulspace. With a sigh, I picked up my spear and continued my trek down the hallway. Zharia took point, and we were off.
I grabbed the monster''s skull and smashed it into the wall. A strand pierced my arm at the wrist, causing me to grit my teeth in pain. With blood on my tongue, I continued my destruction of the fish monster''s head. You stupid. Fucking. Rotten Carcass. Fuck you! Eat shit and die. I didn''t stop after the faceplate of the human-like skull shattered. After I swung the skull again into the stone wall and the jaw flew off into the darkness, I changed my grip and moved to the tail of the spine. Each swing was pure catharsis. A new section of the spinal cord flying off soothed my rage. The monster was well and truly dead, but I didn''t care. I wouldn''t be satisfied until the bones became goop beneath my feet. Yet, it took me another minute of smashing bone fragments against the dungeon wall to realize that the six strands piercing my body prevented the bones attached to them from flying off. Frustrated but somewhat mollified, I dropped the fingerbone-sized spine fragment. The thing was small, but the plop into the water below was loud enough to be heard inside the hallway. It was only then that I realized how silent it was. Turning around, I looked over and saw everyone staring at me from a couple of meters away. Being stared at by all three of them suddenly made me feel awkward, and I fake coughed to clear my throat. "Sorry about that. I''m good now. I think." Zharia trilled sadly and stayed sitting as Arturous came lumbering closer, but ¨¢ine took to the air and flew to my shoulder. "Master. Injured. Heal now?" I gave a weary smile and nodded my head. Not wanting to make her waste more mana than she needed, I began yanking out the fleshy strings from my body. One was in my wrist, one in my side, two in the left leg, and two in the gut. It hurt like hell to pull them out. The ones impaling my stomach were especially deep. The pain was enough to make me want to start finding the other fish''s corpse and begin crushing it to dust, but instead, I sank down into the water and closed my eyes. With ¨¢ine''s healing mana, I could temporarily ignore the smell of stale dampness and dust and let the scent of flowers and pine fill my senses. When a large wet nose pushed into my face, I ignored it, but I soon had to open my eyes to fend off the concerned beast. Scratching behind his ears, I leaned into his furry face and rested my head on his. Zharia hopped closer and joined in. "I''m sorry, Master. I should have seen it. I... failed you." I instantly raised my head and sat up. Zharia''s feathers wilted, and it nearly broke my heart. Instead of letting her emotions filter through our connection, I flooded it with thoughts of pride and care, along with a firm assurance that I was not mad at her. "Hey now, none of that. There was no reason for you to think there would be three monsters. Don''t worry too much about it." My words helped, but it was obviously not enough. Adjusting my arms so that I could reach over and lightly bop her on the head, I waited till she looked me in the eye. "Hey!" She flared her feathers, and a tiny trace of golden fire lit the end tips, but they soon died, and she lowered her head. "You almost got killed. And I made you angry. I''m sorry." "Hold up. Even if the first was true, I trust in ¨¢ine. She is amazing at what she does, so I wasn''t worried." I felt the little fairy hug my neck, and I smiled. Letting my feeling bleed through to Zharia, I watched her perk up, if only a little. "And you didn''t make me angry. That was... that was all on me. You know what Cal said about that. That''s on me to learn how to control my temper, okay? So stop worrying about that." "Okay." We sat there in silence, huddled against the wall with Arturous as a giant cuddly pillow. After ¨¢ine''s healing stopped and she removed her hands from my neck, I idly rubbed my hand over the newly mended flesh. As good as new. Not a blemish nor scratch, little demon. "If you are still unsatisfied with my answer, how about this? Let''s take this moment to learn and improve for the future¡ªafter all, Zharia, ¨¢ine, even Erebus and Chomperz, all of you. I plan on ascending, and that means I''ll be relying on you guys to ascend with me. So, don''t worry too much about this. It''ll simply be another moment in our long journey there. What do you say?" The girls roared in their own way, and I grinned as wide as I could. Groaning, I used Arturous as a brace and stood up. Water fell from my clothes, and I squeezed a small section from beneath my leather vest. They were completely soaked and cold to the touch. Thankfully I felt perfectly fine, albeit a little wet¡ªsmall benefits from being a god''s son. The more I thought about it, the more I felt I should demand a raise. The perk was nice, but it felt a little underwhelming. It was yet another thing I had to add to the list. Somehow the perk felt incomplete, and I wasn''t sure why. Chapter 34: Brewing Connections (Part 1/2) I backed up and felt my back push into Arturous'' solid frame. When he roared, it was a deep bassy sound that vibrated through my body. Gritting my teeth, I thrust my spear low and knocked aside one of the monsters charging at my legs. Before I could hook the wings of my spear behind its head, three strands shot out from below the water and wrapped around the shaft. With the strands halting my movements, the fish monster dived back into the water and was replaced by another slowly rising from the floor. "Zharia, burn it!" I called out as I ducked to avoid another attack from above me. My familiar dove forward and shot out a cone of golden flames directly above my spear. The strands melted to ash, and I tugged my weapon free. Luckily I did so because I was forced to swing to my left and knock away a monster that was aiming for Zharia. Stepping to my left, I kicked the space next to Arturous'' back leg and winced as the undead fish managed to pierce my leather pants and score my calf. Even with the monster landing an attack, I drove the heel of my boot into its skull and crushed it against the floor. It tried to pierce my foot, but the steel plating proved difficult to penetrate. For another two minutes, I fought a losing battle against a swarm of six fish monsters. Whenever I managed to lock one down, the others would rush in and prevent me from finishing them. The only reason I managed to destroy three of them was because of their constant aggression. Once their numbers were reduced to half, it was short work for the giant bear to destroy the remaining three. His massive paw landed on top of one of the monsters, and the hardened bone turned into shattered fragments that floated in the stained water. I collapsed to the ground and coughed up blood, gasping for air. Even with ¨¢ine''s healing, the amount of damage I took within a short time was worrying. The little fairy had worked overtime during the fight to keep me standing. Reaching up, I grabbed ¨¢ine from her perch behind my back and brought her to my shoulder. "Thank you, ¨¢ine. Couldn''t have done it without you." Zharia landed on my other shoulder and pulled a strand of hair. "Hey! I did good too. I burned that stupid fish." "Yes, yes, you did. Good job." She chirped softly and settled down. Even if she hid it well, I could tell Zharia was exhausted. Due to the sudden flood of monsters, there was little rest between our last encounter and this one. It was easy to tell she was running on empty without needing to check her mana pool. Sometime during the last thirty seconds of the fight, I felt her siphoning away some of my mana to fuel her attack. Looking around at all the floating corpses, I begrudgingly stood up and flexed my freshly healed arms. My own mana pool was a little less than three-quarters full, but it would be enough to loot at least half of the monster bodies. With a mental goodbye, I returned the girls to my soulspace and dragged my feet over to the nearest intact corpse. Grabbing it and the corpse beside it, I held them up and summoned Erebus. There was no need to communicate with the spirit, as he read my thoughts just fine. Soon, his bone-white body disappeared inside the skeleton. I was too exhausted to experiment with the dark mana, so I simply let him loot the corpse. After he exited with a loot orb, I grabbed it and tossed the dissolving fish skeleton away. The wet sphlat sound it made against the stone wall was oddly satisfying to my ears. After retrieving the second loot orb, I picked up a final corpse and waited for Erebus to loot it. My mana would be low, but it was enough to allow me to summon the girls if needed. I thanked the little guy when he was done and returned him to my soulspace. All three orbs were in my hand. I channeled a thread of mana into each of them and watched the shadowy material dissolve. Two of the familiar ghost-goop vials fell into my waiting palm, along with a new item. Holding it up to the light, it was hard to see in the gloom of the hallway. Moving closer, I used the faint glow coming off of Arturous'' fur to examine the object closely. In my hand was a small ring made of bone. It looked like a piece of spine from one of the fish. What made me examine it more closely was the series of grooves etched into the inside of the ring. The lines formed three consecutive spirals that ran across the inner band. Checking it with my mana senses, I could feel a trace amount of mana running along the inside of the ring, but I had no means of understanding what the mana did. Arturous turned his head and sniffed the ring. I held it closer to his nose, curious to see if he would react in any way. "Any idea what it does, buddy? Or maybe it just smells like food." He kept sniffing for a few seconds before turning away. I guess it''s not to his liking. I gave one last look at the hidden room behind us. In future delves, I''d have to remember there were potential ambush spots for the monsters to hide in. The actual ambush was devious, especially with the ability of the fish to phase in and out of the water. Slowly but surely, I walked behind Arturous as we backtracked through the halls. According to the system clock, it had already been four hours since we entered, and getting back to the entrance would take at least another two. By the time we returned, it would be well past noon, even with the time dilation of the dungeon.
Pushing through the portal with a hand on Arturous'' neck, I let the portal''s energy spread across my body. The feeling of exiting the portal slightly differed from entering, but I ignored the nuance as we were transported back to the outside world. Upon exiting, I stumbled forward and nearly tripped. Thankfully Arturous was large enough to easily catch my fall, and I managed to stop myself from looking like a fool. When I looked up, the others were sitting around the hall. Teddy stood up and braced himself as Arturous lumbered his way across the floor, splashing water everywhere. "Welcome back, Arturous. Did you have a good time?" Teddy asked as he fended off an onslaught of licks from the bear''s massive tongue. At that moment, the massive car-sized bear really looked like a giant puppy. The constant licks and low buzz of his growls reminded me of Sam''s family dog. Pebbles the pitbull was a stubborn land-hippo that would drown you in licks along with a barrage of headbutts. Shaking away the memory, I continued staring at the display of affection with amusement on my lips. Arturous growled deeply and used his giant paw to try and knock the man over. To my surprise, Teddy remained standing and even managed to hold the bear up in an awkward hug. While the others put away their chairs, I watched as the ghostly water that filled the hall slowly receded into the stone floor beneath. By the time all the water had disappeared, the floor looked as dry as the time we entered. Aimon appeared behind me, somehow having remained hidden from my sight until now. The dungeon portal was closed, and the two doors covered the entrance again. When he caught my eye, he gave me a strange look before approaching. He held out his hand and jingled his ring of coins. I summoned the coin from my inventory and tossed it over. After reclipping it through the ring, he tucked it away and turned to the others. "I will be busy tomorrow, so if you want to delve the dungeon, you''ll have to ask one of the priests. If that will be all, let us return to the main floor." Following along behind him, I joined the others as we walked up the stairs and exited the basement. The sound of life was a welcome thing, along with the rays of sunlight that peeked through the temple''s open doors. I didn''t realize how good incense could smell until I spent hours trudging along a drowned and abandoned temple. We bid our farewell to the elder and made our way back to the inn. Halfway through our journey back, I spotted a side alley that hosted a bunch of stalls hawking a plethora of items. In particular, one stall that was manned by a shark-like beastkin caught my interest. While it wasn''t the only stall that sported glass vials in containers, this stall had a specific smell that carried in the wind. It wasn''t overly strong or subtle. It brought the scent of medicinal herbs and antiseptic. While it wasn''t strange to smell herbs and chemicals, the antisceptic smell, in particular, was shocking. I wasn''t sure of the medical standards in this world outside of healing skills and health potions, but smelling something so reminiscent of Earth had me more curious than ever. Teddy must have been observing me because he stepped beside me and inhaled deeply. He scrunched his nose and held up a hand to block the smell. "Alchemist. Medicinal specialty. I''m surprised they are allowed to sell in the open like this. Usually, alchemists have to rent an enclosed space due to the smell. At least I can understand why there are no food stalls on this street." Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. I turned to him and observed his reaction. I knew that his soulbond with Arturous granted him some of the bear''s heightened senses, but seeing the potential negatives of such a skill was interesting. It was easy to think of the benefits a skill provided. There was literal magic at work, and the things skills could do were downright amazing, but I had to remember that only some things were without costs. Though I doubt semi-clear, sparkly blood would ever be a downside. Unless I, for some reason, needed to donate some plasma. "I''m going to try and sell some of the stuff I looted. Meet you back at the inn?" I asked. "Sure. I''ll save you some food." I shook my head and pointed to the lumbering bear. "Actually, I promised the big guy I''d cook him some fish. After today, he deserves it." Teddy smiled and looked at me warmly. "Thank you, then, Cyrus. How about we join you? A campfire meal sounds lovely, and we can buy other ingredients besides fish to cook." "Deal. See you soon." Teddy patted me on the shoulder and walked back to the others. With them taking care of other ingredients, I would have to change my plans on what I planned to cook. I figured roasting one of the giant fish on a large rotisserie would be easy and simple, but now it seemed I''d have to rely on my old cooking knowledge. Hopefully, the couple of times I experimented with seafood dishes would translate well enough to whatever ingredients this world had to offer. Sighing, I packed away my future culinary woes and continued down the street. The alchemy stall was positioned further to the back, so I got to examine the other wares on display. One woman was selling dyes and paints of varying colours. The giant mortar behind her stall was filled with a shimmering orange liquid that caught the light beautifully. Another man was proudly waving two flags in each hand. His stall was overly decorated with the orange and blue flags that could be seen around every building. On and on it went; the different displays reminded me of a farmers market. Sam and I rarely got to go out and visit places like this, so the experience was refreshing. In a way, I almost wished some of the malls back on Earth were like this place. A corner of the world filled with livelihood and trade, attended by people of varying races and sizes with equally varying fantastic wares, was nice to see. Stopping briefly, I frowned and clicked my fangs together. That was several times in one day where I couldn''t help but compare things to my old life from Earth. For all that I claimed that I was completely okay with becoming a Reborn, it seemed a part of me was a little homesick. Yet, when I thought of wanting to go back to my old life, I felt a rejection deep within my gut. There was no way I would ever want to return to the world of the mundane, one lacking the magic and wonderment that this world had to offer. When a woman rushed past me and glared, I realized I had stopped in the middle of the street and was currently filling in as a roadblock to walk around. Shaking my head, I walked the last couple of meters and reached the stall, where I smelled the antiseptic mixed with mint and soap. The large beastkin was busy grinding some kind of paste and had their back turned to me. Not wanting to disturb them in the middle of their work, I waited and examined the many vials of liquid that filled the stall''s countertop. None of the vials had names or writing that I could see. The glass was simple and unenchanted, or at least I could detect no mana coming off the material. After examining the third tincture, I spotted a small symbol on the bottom of the glass. Picking up the vials I had already examined, I found only one had the same mark. Curious, I looked for more items marked with a little x on the bottom of the glass. After going through all the wares, I counted that more than half of the vials had the mark while the other half didn''t. I even found the mark on a tray filled with tiny packages wrapped in paper. When the beastkin turned around and placed the mortar on the countertop, they finally spotted me standing there examining their wares. "Waaagh! What the? How long have you been standing there?" I raised my hand and waved politely. "Long enough to examine all your wears. May I ask what the little mark on half the items is?" Visibly calming down after my question, the beastkin grabbed one of the jars filled with yellow jelly and flipped it over to show the tiny ''x'' imprinted into the bottom of the jar. "I mark anything that could be dangerous or harmful if mishandled. Sunburn jelly wouldn''t hurt you if you accidentally spill it on yourself, but skrack jelly would be fatal if exposed to large quantities." I had no idea what either of those two items were, but I understood what he meant. "That''s smart. So what were you making?" He looked over to where I was pointing and picked up the mortar filled with a strange orange paste. "This is my newest recipe. The festival means many outsiders are coming to the village. In my experience, adventurers tend to be a little reckless, especially around these waters. This paste is an antioxidant that''ll help draw out any toxins when applied to the skin. Hopefully, this will save our priests from being worked to death. The last thing we need is a bunch of people dying before the festival begins." The sharkman had a bitter tone to their voice, and I wisely chose to redirect the conversation to my original goal for coming to the stall. "Do you buy alchemy ingredients, then? Or perhaps you have a way of identifying things? I have no idea what the items I got are or their intended use. I figured an alchemist would." "Worry not. I have an identification skill. Place the items over here, and I''ll see if I can use it." Complying, I held my hand over the counter and summoned one of the balloon organs. When it bounced off the wood and nearly rolled off the counter, the alchemist quickly grabbed a wide square plate and placed the organ inside. Motioning for me to continue, I shrugged and summoned the rest. After the balloon organs, I pulled out the two sacks filled with fish scales. By now, he was staring at me with narrowed eyes. Once again, I remembered that dimensional storage items were rare. It wasn''t my fault that I had forgotten. As far as I knew, every member of Broken Tower had some kind of dimensional storage, with Teddy and Celanae, in particular, having some of the largest. I summoned the tier-two beastcore and winced as the glass-like material made an unpleasant sound against the wood. Still, I wasn''t worried; from what I learned in Edolus, beastcores were tougher than they looked. After pulling out the six ghostgoop vials that I looted in the dungeon, I lowered my hand. Gently, in the corner away from the rest of the items, I summoned the weird ring made of bone and placed it on the counter. When I removed my hand, the beastkin was staring at me with a critical eye. The intense scrutiny of a person with the head of a shark was slightly intimidating. More than a few people I used to know would have already shit themselves. "You are more than you seem, adventurer. It seems proper introductions are in order. I am Khrem, a journeyman alchemist at your service. May I have your name?" "Cyrus, novice adventurer. The weird balloon things, the pouches, and the beastcore were from some fish that attacked our boat on our way to the island. The vials over there were from the dungeon. And the bone ring is also from the dungeon, but I don''t know if it''s anything useful." Picking up the balloon organ, he rolled it in his large hands and gently squeezed. He repeated the process for each one before moving on to the beastcore. This time, he pulled out a small device that looked like a compass with a large needle sticking out of the middle. When he placed it on the surface of the core, the compass started to spin, and he tested it again in different places before putting it down. "The pressure sacks of the Glypul fish look perfect. All too common to accidentally puncture these things during battle. I''ll buy them at eleven silver each." He then picked up the beastcore and held it up. "Tier two beastcore, high quality as well. Glypuls hunt in packs with a tier two as their leader. I take it this is from that fish?" "Correct." "I can only offer you thirty-seven silver. You can probably sell it for more somewhere else, but I have limited uses for beastcores." I nodded, and he moved on to the three pouches filled with the special scales. He pulled loose the drawstrings holding one of the pouches shut and shook loose a couple of the scales. "Hmmm. Soft scales. Seven total, decent quality." "Do they have any uses for alchemy? I figured they were just extra pretty-looking scales." "Not commonly known, but the soft scales are an important ingredient in crafting waterbreathing potions." "Huh. There should be seven scales in the first two bags, and the third one has six." "Fifty-eight silver for all three." "Fine by me." He paused and looked up. While he lacked eyebrows, it wasn''t hard to understand the beastkin was staring at me with some confusion on his face. "What?" I asked. "You do not haggle, Cyrus." I scratched my head and shrugged my shoulders. "Hard to barter when you don''t know what you''re trying to sell. I mean, I can if you really want, but without knowledge of local prices, I can''t do much about it." He continued to stare at me for a while. Eventually, he put the scales down and picked up one of the vials of ghostgoop. "Just be careful in the future. I will offer you fair prices, but others may not." Turning it upside down, he watched the liquid shift inside the glass before placing it and holding it carefully to the light. His fingers traced the three runes etched near the top of the vial. "Tell me something, where did you get these vials?" "Uh, not sure I can answer that. Why? Is there a problem?" He shook his head. "No, everything''s fine. I''m just impressed with these vials. The enchantments are simple, but I recognize two of the three runes. ''Seal'' and ''Preserve'' are commonly used, but the third is foreign to me. Considering the vial''s contents, I can only assume it''s some kind of anchoring rune. It''s rather rare for the dungeon to award this much material, and it''s rarely in the form of liquid substances." It was only now that I realized something I had missed. Khrem claimed to have an identification skill, but I didn''t detect any mana being used. In Edolus, the guild identifier conjured a weird purple eye when he activated his skill, but there was no obvious indication of Khrem''s skill activating. I didn''t want to doubt the man, but there was no way for me to confirm the varacity of his words without him showing me his status sheet. Of course, I could be wrong in assuming his skill was an active one. There had to be passive identification skills that existed. "What does your skill tell you is inside? It looks exactly like the substance that covered the weird fish monsters in the dungeon." "Water-attuned ectoplasm. It''s a rather hard material to harvest, and the dungeon only ever awards it sparingly. I won''t ask how you obtained so much, but I cannot properly offer you what it''s worth." I frowned and watched him continue to examine the vial in his hand. "How come?" "Simply put, I''m only a journeyman alchemist. I''ve yet to have the chance to experiment with dungeon materials. I cannot offer you a price if I do not know what I can do with said materials." "Does that mean I''ll have to find some other alchemist to buy them?" Khrem shook his head and stared directly into my eyes. "I will still buy them, but I would need to see my mentor first. While I have never used dungeon material for potions, he has." "Fine by me. Do you want me to come back later after you''re done running your stall?" "No need. The other villagers will not attempt to steal from my wares. We can leave now." "Huh, okay then. Before we go, what about that weird bone ring? Is it worth anything?" Khrem covered the paste he had made earlier with some kind of film and tucked it away behind the stall. Reaching over, he picked up the bone ring and stared at it awhile. I frowned when he set it back on the counter while shaking his head. "It is enchanted to grant the wearer "Darkvision." It helps the wearer see in darkened spaces better. Useful but not for alchemy." "Aahh, so useless for me then. Alright, thank you." I took the ring and put it in my pocket. Even if it was useless to me personally, it''d make a great gift to someone else. Hell, maybe one of the others could use it. Chapter: 35 Brewing Connections (Part 2/2) Khrem carried the vials in a small crate with a cloth layer to pad the bottom. Together we walked out of the sidestreet and continued down a suspiciously familiar road. As we exited the main thoroughfare, my suspicions were correct as we approached a familiar building. Without stopping, Khrem pushed open the doors to the adventurer''s guild and walked in. Unlike yesterday, the guildhall was empty, but Khrem continued deeper into the room. When he walked down a hallway, I examined the decorations lining the walls. Like the main room, countless trophies of different fish were stuffed and mounted along the walls. They varied in size, shape, and colours, with each one proudly displayed on a wooden plaque. At the end of the hall, Khrem stopped at a normal-looking door. He knocked twice, paused, and then knocked twice again. After knocking, he lowered his hand, and we waited. It wasn''t long before there was a commotion behind the door. After nearly half a minute, the door opened slightly. A cloud of green smoke spewed from the crack in the door. I took a step back as Khrem covered his nose and backed away. Looking at Khrem and trying to guess facial reactions on a sharkman''s face was difficult, but from his body posture, I could tell he was more annoyed than worried. I was probably safe if the journeyman alchemist wasn''t worried by the mysterious green smoke. Still, I was ready to grab the man and dash backward if something strange started coming out next. When the smoke started to clear, I could see a shadow spread across the floor. Soon a glove-covered hand wrapped its fingers around the frame of the door and pulled it open. It took me a second to recognize who I was looking at. The man standing before looked like Travis, the guildmaster, except his hair was now a neon green along with the top of his face. Upon seeing us, he blinked a few times and removed his goggles. "Khrem? What are you doing here? Don''t you usually run your stall in the C-market at this time of day?" When I stepped from behind the sharkman, the guildmaster cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. "You''re one of the people from yesterday. I didn''t catch your name...?" "Cyrus. And quick question, what happened to your hair?" "My hair?" The guildmaster searched for something in the room before finding a small hand mirror and holding it up. He examined his face and rubbed along the stained part of his skin. Moving to his hair, he pinched a strand and squeezed till a line of green stained his gloves. "Damn, billywag sacs. Three times out of ten, they randomly decide to explode on you. Usually takes weeks to get the stain out if you don''t know how." Looking past Travis, I saw shelves lined with jars and packages. Along the back wall was what I assumed to be an alchemy station fitted with a small cauldron. A bowl filled with neon green goop was on a small table next to the cauldron. Khrem tapped his foot and continued to stare unblinking at Travis. "Sir. You promised to let me observe the next time you were going to harvest a billywag." Travis'' eyes widened, and he gave a shaky smile. "Ah, I do recall saying that. My bad. Sorry Khrem, I''ll make it up to you." "Fine." "So what''s the reason you''re here for? And weren''t you and your team going to delve the dungeon today?" I pointed to the crate in Khrem''s hands. "Already delved it. We entered early. That''s partially why we''re here." "Oh? How so?" Khrem reached into the crate and grabbed one of the vials. He handed it over to Travis, who began examining it with interest. I let the man investigate the item for a bit and watched his face. Outside of narrowing his eyes when he inspected the three runes etched into the glass, he seemed satisfied with the items. "These were obtained from the ghostfish on the first floor. Khrem said he didn''t know the uses for them, and so he couldn''t give me an appropriate price. I was hoping you''d be able to tell me their worth." He continued examining the vial before handing it back to Khrem, who placed it back in the crate. "I''m not surprised he refused to offer a price. Even with the dungeon within walking distance to most people, it''s rarely delved often enough. Even rarer when the dungeon offers material like this. Most adventurers would lack the proper vials and tools to collect the ectoplasm properly." "What''s it used for?" "Death resistance and water resistance potions would be the simplest, but that can be achieved with simpler ingredients. I know of a master-level recipe that uses this stuff to make some intangibility potions, but I don''t know the other requirements." I frowned, and my shoulders sank. The uses were a lot less cool than I thought, and that meant they probably weren''t that valuable. "Does that mean they''re useless?" Travis laughed and shook his head. "Gods no. This is incredibly useful. It''s just unknown exactly how so. The chance to experiment with rare material is always a welcomed boon." He paused and glanced at the vials again before looking at me. "That''s a lot of ectoplasm. I won''t pry, but I know for a fact the dungeon doesn''t reward that much in one go. Tell me, do you have more of these vials? They''re of fine make with those enchantments. It''s rare to see a solidify rune used in such a way." So the third rune that Khrem couldn''t identify meant ''solidify''; that was good knowledge to know. I had already drawn the runes inside my journal and added them to the ones I knew. Slowly, I would fill out the entire book with runes. If I ever wanted to learn enchanting, it''d be wise to continue expanding my compendium any chance I got. To the guildmaster, I shook my head and held up my hands apologetically. "Not at the moment, no." "Shame." "So what''s a fair price for them? And are you still willing to buy them, Khrem?" Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. Khrem glanced at me before returning to staring at his mentor. For his part, Travis scratched his chin with his gloved hand, staining his beard and skin green. Finally, Travis nodded his head to Khrem and smiled at me. "I''ll give you two gold for the crate. How does that sound?" I did some quick mental math in my head and estimated he was giving me about thirty-three silver per vial. That was not a fortune by any means, but it was much more than I expected. I could have tried bargaining for more, but I just wanted to get out of there and cook food for everyone. Sticking my hand out, I waited for the guildmaster to grasp my wrist before smiling. "Deal." Travis raised an eyebrow but remained silent. He returned to his workshop and moved to one of the desks in the back-right corner. After searching a few drawers, he grabbed a sack of coins and pulled out two gold. Once I received payment from the guildmaster, Khrem also pulled out the silver he owed me for the materials left at his stall. With my coin pouch filled, I tucked it away and said farewell to the two. Already I could see them in action around the workstation with one of the vials of ghostgoop propped up on a stand. Smiling, I exited the guildhall and stretched my arms. My stomach decided enough was enough and let out a low rumble. I never thought I''d be so excited to eat fish before, but beggars can''t be choosers. After returning to the inn, I found Alish''trala walking out of the building with a cloth-covered basket. Just as she put a sign on the door, I approached and waved hello. "Closing early tonight?" She jumped and turned around, but she visibly calmed down when she saw me waving. With an annoyed look, she crossed her arms and scowled. "Don''t go sneaking up on people like that! I almost threw my basket at you." "Sorry, sorry." After apologizing, her scowl faded, and her face changed to a happy smile. "The rest of your team mentioned a cookout and how they brought some food for a campfire cookout. Word quickly spread, and now a good portion of the village is coming along to celebrate. I figured I''d bring some bread to add to the feast." She lifted the corner of the cloth covering the basket and revealed dozens and dozens of steaming buns. When she focused back on my face, she paused at my reaction. "Uhm, is something wrong? Why do you look like someone stole the fish off your line?" I took a deep breath and let it out. In and out. Repeating this process, I pinched the bridge of my nose and gritted my teeth. Eventually, I looked up and glared at a spot behind the innkeeper. "You''re telling me the others are at the beach preparing a giant feast and that most of the village is there too?" "Yeeeeesss... That''s correct. Is something wrong?" Alish''trala asked hesitantly. "Nope, nothing at all. Everything is a-okay," I said in the most deadpan voice possible. Obviously, the innkeep didn''t believe me for a second, but she gave me a tight smile and walked with me to the beach. Even before I could see the open waters, I could hear the sound of many people talking all at once. It sounded lively and boisterous, and with every step, I added more weight till I was practically dragging my feet along. The first thing I spotted was Arturous'' slumbering form. He stood like a fuzzy mountain amongst the throng of people. Next to him, several of the more muscular beastkin were stacking logs of wood that sat inside a raised stone circle. Judging by the size of the soon-to-be campfire, it looked like they were prepared to cook a meal fit for the massive bear snoring next to it. I quickly counted more than sixty people, along with several packs of children running around playing tag. Members of every race were present, and they all chatted happily as some worked to set up tables and seating for the crowd. I said goodbye to Alish''trala and watched her join a group of women who were carefully watching some of the youngest kids. Looking around, I couldn''t spot the others, so I had to roam slowly. Eventually, I felt a large pulse of mana coming from my left, and I turned and walked in that direction. When I parted past a particular thick crowd of people, a breeze blew against my skin, bringing a chill that overpowered the midday heat. As I got closer, I saw a piece of ice the size of a large man being carved away by some of the villagers. Standing next to it was Igas chatting with the rest of the team. My eyes narrowed, and I approached the group slowly. Eodyne was the first to spot me, and she immediately looked away. All but Teddy suspiciously found something interesting on the ground to look at by the time I entered within talking distance. Teddy, at least, had the decency to look somewhat apologetic. "So I know I agreed to do some cooking tonight, but that didn''t include servicing half the village. Anyone want to explain what went wrong?" I asked in a steely voice. Teddy gave me his dazzling smile, but I resisted his charm and waited silently. Seeing I refused to budge at his attempts, he let out an awkward laugh before speaking. "Yeah, our bad. We stopped at some of the local shops and stalls to pick up some ingredients, but it somehow ended up with news of an impromptu feast spreading like fire amongst the village." "I don''t know how to tell you this, but I am definitely not cooking for fifty-plus people. I''m not that good." "Good news about that. A lot of people brought some food, so we should be fine. And if you don''t want to cook, which we don''t blame you if you don''t, plenty of people here are willing to take over. Even if you did cook anything, a couple of folks will still bring their own things to cook for the feast," Celanae explained. "You know what? No, fuck that. I promised to cook food. But I''m only doing this because I''m a man of my word, and Arturous deserves a treat." The others visibly relaxed, but I held up a hand to stop them. "Still, a dick move. Totally not cool." The others winced, and hiding in the back, already sinking into the shadows, was Isaac, who looked extra guilty. I wasn''t about to interrogate them, but I could already imagine how a game of telephone somehow blew up to a full-on village celebration. After the others handed over all the different packages of ingredients, I asked for a large table I could use to prepare the food, and Celanae led me to an elven woman with a skill called Raise Stone. It was a creation-type skill that allowed her to conjure stone from the ground. After introductions, she created a massive table of flat rock that stopped around my waist. Several villagers paused what they were doing and observed me stepping up to the table. When I summoned all ten of the glypul fish onto the table, there were a lot of oohs and ahhs. The combined weight of all the large fish was almost too much for the table, and the stone began to crack. Seeing this, the woman from before stepped in and reinforced the legs while adding a couple of feet of length. I thanked her and turned back to the daunting mountain of fish meat in front of me. A quick scan of all the different ingredients inspired little confidence. I recognized some things, such as the blue tubers that were similar to russet potatoes. But as I dug through the bags of food, I could only despair as I stared at all the utterly alien stuff. I grabbed a round bulbous fruit with purple stripes and used my nails to slice off a thin slice. It tasted like a mix between an apple and a lemon, with the consistency leaning more towards an apple. Setting it to the side, I went through the rest of the ingredients and slowly devised a plan on what I was confident enough to use. Next came the most annoying part. I summoned a knife and stared at the fish corpse before me. I wasn''t an experienced chef, but I at least knew how to degut a fish. Staring at my tiny combat knife compared to the enormous mountain of fish, I decided to ditch the knife altogether. A part of me warned against showing off, but these were villagers who mainly looked like your average person. The only evil glare around the beach was coming from myself. And I very much doubted the gaggle of children staring at me would pose any threat in the near future. With a flush of mana, a little spider appeared in my hand. Many villagers gasped, and I was starting to get annoyed. Everything felt ten times worse, being the one in the spotlight. Holding the spider up proudly, I tossed him onto the nearest fish corpse and turned away to prep some of the other ingredients. I bet that stupid guardian never imagined his skill would ever be used to debone a fish. Somehow, the thought of a skeleton convulsing while having a mental breakdown was enough to brighten my mood. Chapter 36: Chit Chat I continued walking along the shoreline, letting the wet sand sink between my toes. The sound of the waves subtly crashing onto the land was pleasant to hear, calming without being distracting. And with the sun setting along the horizon, the sky was a beautiful shade of colours. "Cyrus! Come on!" Yes, looking to the shore, all was truly perfectly calm. Unlike the city where I spent most of my life, this island was beautiful and serene. Even the subtle sounds of wildlife in the background contributed to this serenity. "It''s been three days! And they loved your cooking!" If you ignored the more annoying sounds of life, one could truly- "Seriously!" Finally, I stopped and turned around with my hand dragging down my face. "Just let me walk in peace! Aaaagh!" Celanae stopped a couple of feet away and crossed her arms. "If you would stop ignoring me, we could walk together." "I''m trying to walk alone if you can''t tell. Solo mode? Enjoying nature with just myself and my thoughts." "And I''m telling you, you''re being ridiculous. We already apologized, Cyrus. So can we stop with the silent treatment and begin talking again?" I glared at the smiling elf. Long seconds passed with nothing but the sounds of water filling the air. Despite my blatant attempt at scaring her away, she continued to smile brightly until I gave in and sighed. "Fine. Silent treatment over..." I said dejectedly. I continued walking, and Celanae followed along beside me, matching my pace. "I still say Isaac''s apology wasn''t even an apology. I''m pretty sure he half accused me of it being my fault towards the end." Celanae paused for a second before shaking her head and continued walking next to me. "No comment on that. Just know that he''s been properly lectured on his apology skills." We continued our journey along the beach till we reached a shady spot covered by a massive tree. Summoning a blanket from my inventory, I laid it out on the ground and sat down with Celanae joining me. After properly settling along the ground with our backs leaning against the tree''s trunk, I motioned for Celanae to begin. "Alright, what do you want to know? I can guarantee you; it''s not nearly as interesting as you might think it''ll be," I said. Celanae simply smiled and pulled out a journal and pencil. "I''ll be the judge of that. So let''s start with something easy. I''ll ask you questions, and you give me a rating that you think fits the best. Let''s use a one to five scale. Alright?" "A survey? Really? Isn''t that a little basic?" She shook her head. "We''re simply trying to establish a baseline and then move on from there. Uncle Brelten asked us to help you, so that''s what I''m going to do." "Fine, fine. Fire away." "Good. Let''s start with physical capabilities. How confident are you in a fight against a tier one monster using only your spear?" I paused and thought carefully. Realistically I would rate myself decent with my weapon. I used it to go hunting and fight inside that rift well enough. Except, when my memory drifted back toward yesterday''s dungeon delve, I couldn''t help but wince. ¨¢ine had to work extra hard that day because of how badly I let myself get overwhelmed. After giving it some thought, I confirmed my decision in my head. When I looked over, Celanae was waiting patiently with her pencil ready. "I''ll say two. I don''t think I''m laughably bad at using a spear, but there are many times where I overextend or fail to react quick enough to prevent an attack." "Okay. How long do you think you can last in a fight, endurance-wise?" "Uhh. Three?" She took a few seconds to write down my score and some things I couldn''t see from my position. When she was done she began the interrogation anew, asking several questions for different scenarios. By the time we were done, more than an hour had passed, and we made our way back to the inn. She joined me in the room and sat down beside Teddy, who looked over in surprise. "Does this mean we''re on speaking terms again?" he asked. I sighed. "Yes, we are. I wasn''t that mad, to begin with. It wasn''t really that bad, but the surprise of it all, plus the four-hour lecture I received critiquing my food, was a little much. I mean, seriously, how did me making decent-tasting food on the spot result in annoying three separate groups of people? Fucking insane." "Sorry. Won''t happen again, I promise." "Whatever, it''s fine. So what now?" I asked as I looked toward Celanae. She brightened up and leaned forward while opening her notes. "Well, there are a few things we can do to help you improve, but some of the things we''ll have to wait till we get back to the capital. Some of the tools we used during our own training to tier one are stored away." Teddy leaned over Celanae''s shoulder and examined the notes. He then pointed to something near the top. "I been meaning to talk to you about this but haven''t had the chance. Cyrus, do you remember on our way to the island, you asked Gadoor about his skill, and he looked at you strangely?" If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. "Yeah, what about it?" "Well, the reason he looked at you weirdly was because you noticed he was using a skill." This time I cocked my head in confusion. "What do you mean? Why would that be weird?" "Gadoor was barely tier one. And even with my training, I wouldn''t have picked up on his mana usage if I wasn''t looking for it. There simply wasn''t enough mana to be felt." "There''s another thing we noticed about that. When Isaac uses his Shade Walk active, there are times when you notice him before he reveals himself. That''s extremely impressive, considering that Isaac has trained his mana signature to be as silent and hidden as possible. Shadow mana is naturally a hard aspect to notice, so that, combined with his training, makes it all the more crazy that you can even notice him at times," Celanae added while tapping her pencil against the page. "Is that a problem then? And I can never detect him when he''s actually in the shadows. It''s only when he exits that I can sometimes sense him." "Still, even if Isaac isn''t seriously trying to hide his signature, you shouldn''t be able to sense him at all as an untiered. Do you have a perception skill, perhaps?" This time I hesitated to answer. There was no reason for me not to trust Celanae, and her taking the time to sit down and help me plan what I could do to improve myself was already more than enough of a reason to trust her completely. However, even with Teddy knowing about my status as a Reborn, nobody knew the full extent of my status sheet besides Cal. Teddy looked at me warmly and waited while Celanae noticed the small interaction between the two of us. The more I considered revealing my full status sheet, the more I found that the cons of not doing so would only hinder me in the future. If the others had planned on doing anything nefarious to me, then I was already fucked from the start. With a resolute look, I pulled up my status sheet and examined the minor changes. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn (Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills: Passive Skills: Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood Child of Mana Dread Guardian''s Apology The dungeon was an excellent source of essence, and during the past two nights, I managed to bring up the rest of my skill to rank four. I was slacking when it came to my meditation practice, but I found it awkward to suddenly include the ascetic exercise in my daily routine. I stared at my status, hesitating as the two people on the bed next to me waited silently. With a final glance towards my status sheet, I willed the system to share it with them. While the system sent over a request to theirs, I waited and watched for their reaction. Teddy''s eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at me concerned before glancing toward Celanae. For her part, she had her mouth open while she stared at the space in front of her with a frown. "Cyrus, are you sure? I know I shared mine with you, but it''s okay that you didn''t. I can turn down the offer if you are uncomfortable about this," Teddy offered. I shook my head and motioned with my hand. "Go ahead. I think it would be silly to hide my status from you guys when you''re taking the time to help me. And it''s not like I wouldn''t have told her eventually. At least, you already know what you''ll see." The two shared a look between them before nodding, and I watched them accept the request. The familiar look of someone looking at something involving the system overcame their faces, and I watched as their eyes slowly drifted from side to side. While I expected Teddy to, at most, look somewhat surprised at my status sheet, Celanae was the one I expected to have a more dramatic reaction. Two minutes went by, and Teddy looked at me seriously. Beyond shrugging his shoulders, we watched and waited for Celanae to finish. After five minutes, her eyes gained focus, and she looked at me with a blank expression on her face. It was only after I noticed Teddy slowly backing away did I recognize something was wrong. When I tried to ask him with my eyes what the issue was, he gave me a strange smile and leaned away. A cracking sound was heard coming from Celanae, and I searched and found her pencil was now split into two halves. With a gentle exhale, she closed her notebook and placed it on the side of the bed. She then stood up and turned to face Teddy. "Oh Theodore, just how long exactly have you known? And don''t try to deny it. You''ve alluded to that fact for a while," Celanae asked in a sing-song voice. Teddy fake coughed and weakly smiled. "Well, Cyrus and I made an information pact back in Helio. So not that long, really." Celanae snapped her fingers, and four barriers popped into existence and surrounded Teddy. He glanced nervously at them before turning back to Celanae and holding up his hands in a pleading gesture. "Hey now, let''s calm down. I couldn''t have shared that information anyways. You know that something like this wasn''t mine to give out." Suddenly the barriers grew inward by a few inches, and the panels started to press into his legs. Teddy tapped on the gemstone-like panel and stared back at Celanae with worry. "You let me read those books in front of him! Do you know how embarrassing that is?" And then she turned around and pointed a finger at me. "And you! You let me spend an hour talking your ear off explaining the plot to "Gallerian''s New Life"." She put her hands on her face and tried to hide the blush that grew on her cheeks. "Hey, I actually enjoyed that conversation. Even though the part where Gallerian received the blessing of world dragon and evolved his legacy into a super-duper special version made me roll my eyes, I found the story interesting," I said placatingly. Celanae visibly shook with what I assumed was anger and embarrassment, but I wasn''t entirely sure. When Teddy made more tapping sounds against the barrier, she raised a twitching hand and faced the man. Luckily for Teddy, she canceled her skill and moved toward me instead of squishing him into a pancake. The crazy-looking elf loomed over my sitting form and glared at me. "Show me." "Huh?" "I said, show me. Show me the mark. Take your clothes off." "Uhmm... listen, usually you have to take a bloke out on a first date at least. I wouldn''t say no to a good mea-" "Cyrus, I swear to the gods, I will trap you in a box for the next nine hours if you don''t shut up and show me the mark." I chuckled, and when Celanae started to raise her hand, it evolved into a nervous laugh. With a resigned slump, I raised my left arm and held out my wrist. Willing the mark to appear, I jumped a little when a barrier appeared under my elbow, and another two sandwiched my hand in place. When Celanae summoned another pencil and brought her journal over, my shoulders slumped even more. With a glance to Teddy to confirm my fate for the next couple of hours, I at least tried to get comfortable as she began to sketch out my mark. I was starting to regret showing them my status sheet. Chapter 37: Solo Dive I waved goodbye to the others and entered first. I caught a glimpse of Celanae''s worried look and Teddy''s frown, but I chose to ignore it. Even if they were worried about me, I wanted to do this. As the portal''s energy washed over me and transported me into the dungeon, I let the tension in my shoulders fall away. There was no safety net this time. I would be relying on myself and not the other''s protection. I know they didn''t like that I wanted to enter the dungeon solo, but I felt like I had to do this. After being grilled by Celanae for hours, she and Teddy helped break down my current problems and what I could do to work on them. Along with the anecdotes from their time training under Brelten, they highlighted some critical things to focus on. And a side comment Teddy mentioned struck a chord within me, and I couldn''t stop thinking about it. He mentioned how Brelten would have all of them learn to fight without using any skills. Passive skills were allowed, but that was only because it took a lot of work to suppress such a skill. Of course, when he made that comment, he didn''t mean for me to take that as a challenge, but I did. My current goal was to delve as far as possible using only my spear without relying on my skills. I wasn''t stupid enough to try and swear off summoning my familiars entirely, but I wanted to see how well I could do. So far, my main style of fighting has always been with the acceptance that I would get hurt. At some point, injuries stopped mattering as much when I had the option for ¨¢ine to heal me of all my wounds. I didn''t think relying on that was such a bad thing. I had mana to spare, and ¨¢ine''s skill was good enough to fix everything. But right now, at this moment, I wanted to establish a baseline. If I could clear most of the dungeon without having to use my skills, then I could feel proud and comfortable in my ability. After all, I''ve seen what happens in this world if one is not strong enough. When the portal spat me out into the same familiar hallway half drowned in water, I took a minute to settle myself and summoned my spear. For now, I decided to keep my familiars inside my soulspace. After ensuring my gear was in order, I tapped my spear against the stone floor and set off. The eerie silence was occasionally interrupted by the sound of water sloshing, and I couldn''t help but feel a bit lonely. Since arriving in this new world, I''ve always had some company by my side. Sam was there for me from the start, and I quickly befriended Bera, followed by Warren, Nadia, and Marcus. Even Brelten became a mentor whom I interacted with daily. And Orsk and Petraeus were always there during the rift if I needed to talk. It was funny in a way. From what I could remember from my life back on Earth, I knew I was a bit of a recluse. There was a vague memory of my time in high school, but no matter what I did, I could never recall it outside of the general feeling of loss and sadness. Whatever happened after that led to me primarily socializing with a select group of people, with Sam as my main source of friendship. Somehow, becoming a Reborn reignited that social spark that fought against my long-built habit of being a recluse. And inside these deceptively empty halls, I felt that seclusion all the more.
I leaned against the wall and observed the two monsters swimming lazily in the air. This was my third time delving into the dungeon. And while the dungeon changed some things around the deeper you delved, this first hallway was always the same¡ªtwo ghostfish about ten meters apart. By now, I have slain more than two dozen of them in the last week, and I managed to pick up on some patterns. However, without Zharia to act as a distraction and ranged support, it''ll be up to me to finish off the first monster before the second one can interrupt. I wasn''t too worried, but I''d prefer to do this perfectly if I could. And that meant I had an extremely small margin for error. Slowly, I approached the monster, sticking close to the right wall. I waited outside its aggro range and watched it flip off the left wall and swim toward the right. My muscles in my leg tensed, and as soon as the ghostfish approached the wall, I rushed forward. As smoothly as the monster could move, being a levitating fish, I learned during my second delve that they tended to commit once they did an action. That meant when the monster decided to flip off the wall in front of it, I had a second where I could launch my attack without the monster reacting to me. I extended my arm and slipped my blade past its head. Three discs past the skull, I angled my weapon so the wings could slide into the groove of the bone and hook into the protrusions coming off the fourth and second disc. After tucking the shaft of my spear into my armpit, I rotated and swung the fish back against the wall. The monster''s body cracked in places along the spine, but I wasn''t finished. I released my weapon from the crevice of my arm and stepped in. With my left hand, I hooked my fingers behind its skull and pulled up while I tugged my spear downward. It was surprisingly hard to separate the monster''s skull from its body, considering it was a literal animated skeleton with a thin film of glowing ectoplasm stretched across its bones. Still, I pulled with all my might, and I heard the satisfying cracking of the bones. With a final jerk, the monster''s spine shattered, and I tossed its skull away while I threw the other half of its body at the second monster. By now, the second monster was already rushing at me and was within six meters. When I threw the split remains of its fellow dungeon monster at it, the ghostfish dodged by dipping downward and disappearing into the water. As the second ghostfish sunk into the ankle-high water, I smiled. Standing still, I waited with my spear at my side. I counted the seconds in my head. Three, two, one... The moment a crimson strand shot forward to try and pierce the back of my head, I ducked while kicking my right foot upward. The ghostfish habitually attacked from two angles when they ambushed you. They preferred using the weird fleshy strands they controlled to aim for your head while their physical body would rise out of the water. I assumed whatever ability they used prevented them from wielding the flesh strands until they had their body anchored in the physical world. The two strands that usually tried to wrap around my leg and pierce my calf were thankfully disrupted the moment I knocked the monster''s body into the air. With the fish stunned in the air, it was easy to grab and repeat the same maneuver that killed its companion. Once I had successfully defeated both monsters, a wave of relief washed over me, causing me to release the breath I had been unconsciously holding. I leaned against the rough dungeon wall, taking a moment to center myself and survey my surroundings. Looking down, I saw the lifeless bodies of the ghostfish floating in the water at my feet. Despite my initial hesitation, I knew passing up the opportunity to loot their remains would be foolish. After all, Erebus was primarily a non-combat skill, and I was determined to find a way to utilize his transformation abilities in battle. Which meant I could not squander the chance to practice with the skill. I summoned Erebus and waited for the little guy to get to work. The hit to my mana was annoying, but it shouldn''t matter with me not using my other skills. As he finished, I placed him on my head and threaded mana into the loot orbs. The first orb produced another vial of ghostgoop or water-attuned ectoplasm, as I''ve learned, thanks to Khrem. The second orb produced something different. I found a small crystal stone in my hand. It was crafted from deep-blue glass with black streaks. When I raised it towards the torchlight, the cube-shaped gemstone appeared hazy and opaque. Based on my recollection from a primer I read long ago, that meant it was a mid-tier skillstone. The only problem was that I had no idea what skill it held. I was always on the lookout for more skillstones to fill my slots, but without a way to identify the pretty rock, I had to pack away my enthusiasm and wait till I finished my delve. But the thought of a new skill was too exciting of an idea to ignore. Yet, I quickly summoned Chomperz and watched him sniff the skillstone in my hand. After running a tiny claw along its edge, he opened his jaws wide and sucked it in. When I expected him to rush back into my soulspace, I froze as he paused and hovered before me. His tiny wings flapped almost lazily as the dragonling watched me in dead silence. Before I could open my mouth to ask him something, he made a chomp sound and flew into my chest. Scratching my head at the weird interaction, I picked up my spear and continued deeper into the dungeon. If only I could see what goes through your mind, Chomperz. One day. During the next two hours, I delved into the first floor of the Drowned Necropolis. Thankfully, all the monsters were the same. Otherwise, I would have probably died from the blood loss I suffered. Starting from the tip of my toes to the top of my head, I sported nearly a dozen wounds. I wasn''t stupid enough to leave them open, free to hemorrhage blood like a hose. Instead, I used all the bandages inside my first-aid kit and even had to destroy one of my shirts when I ran out. By now, I was starting to severely lack in the clothing department, which was yet another thing I planned on taking care of when I got out of the dungeon. When my left arm started to itch again, I clicked my fangs together in annoyance. The shirt bandage I used to dress the wound was already soaked in blood. The once grey shirt was now stained a light pink. I couldn''t help but remember how cathartic it was to reduce that monster''s skull to fragments. That fucker managed to skewer me with three strands at once. It was the first and only time I ever saw one of the ghostfish wrap its strands together into one thick strand and use it to attack me. Usually, they preferred attacking from multiple directions and at the same time, so when the new attack came out of nowhere, I was caught off guard. This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. My leather bracers were usually enough to block the monster attacks, but creating a super strand apparently meant it had more penetrating power. The wound was severe enough that I almost threw in the towel and summoned ¨¢ine. Luckily, I managed to cauterize the wound with a torch before I lost too much blood and bandaged it with the strips of what used to be my shirt. It hurt like hell, which only further stroked the rage in me. I didn''t even care that I was unable to loot the monster''s body. Alone while drenched in water and riddled with agonizing wounds was all the excuse I needed to smash the monster''s corpse against the wall until the dungeon reclaimed the fragments of bones scattered in the water. I could have summoned my familiar and rid myself of my injuries. In fact, I knew I was being idiotic and should have summoned her. But I didn''t. Closing my eyes, I pictured the inside of my dimensional storage, and I willed for an object I knew was stored there to appear. When the purplish-red healing potion appeared in my hand, I bit the cork stopping the bottle, and yanked it out. I then spat the cork into the water and downed the potion. The relief came in the form of a wave of bugs crawling under my skin. It didn''t hurt, but it was beyond unpleasant. ¨¢ine''s healing was a soothing balm that restored your body, while the potion was a burn that restitched your flesh. Within five seconds, the plethora of cuts and minor scrapes riddling my skin disappeared. Next was the closing of the shallower wounds dotting my legs and stomach. By the time the potion''s effects ran out, fewer than half a dozen injuries were left. The potion was expensive, stupidly so. Worth about two gold, the tincture was made with cheap ingredients that could only heal basic injuries. The hole puncturing my arm, along with the deep tears along my upper back, was still present. I stretched carefully and removed the bandages around my legs. Even if the potioned only partially healed me, it was more than enough. Best yet, I no longer felt dizzy from blood loss, though I was starving for some food. Unlike ¨¢ine''s healing, which used mana to supply most of the healing done by her skill, the potion required a nutritional toll from the user''s body to supplement the healing process. Dropping the empty glass vial, I began walking down the hallway. There was only one spot inside the dungeon that I was interested in. And even if the others yelled at me later, I had to try. I had to push myself to the limits before I could call it quits. Despite what Cal said about how he had no expectations of me and simply wanted me to grow strong and live my life, I knew that it was a lie. He may have been all the willing to try and put me at ease, but I didn''t see it that way. I was a Scion of Calstrax. My status sheet said so in bold letters every time I pulled it up. The god had sacrificed something important and became weakened because of it. That sacrifice alone was enough to make me beholden to him. And that, compounded by his genuine care and concern for my well-being, meant I couldn''t allow myself to coast in mediocrity. If the others could delve into a dungeon solo, so would I. Otherwise, I''d never be able to show my face to Sam. Because even more than Cal''s sacrifice was the debt I owed her. And I was going to see her again. My mental brooding came to a halt as I stood before the entrance to a room. Even with my ability to see in the dark, the darkness that covered the contents of the side room prevented me from seeing inside. Not that I didn''t already know what to expect. The first time I walked into the room, I was unprepared and had been ambushed. That time, I had to rely on Arturous to save my hide from sure death. However, there was no tier-two bear the size of a car to rescue me if things went wrong. From the two times I''ve encountered this room, I expected around five to seven ghostfish to appear suddenly. My first delve was seven, and the second delve a couple of days ago spawned five. Fingers crossed that the dungeon goes easy and spawns a low number. After mentally preparing myself, I slowly approached the archway into the room. My strategy was to step in and quickly run out. The enclosed space would lead to me becoming a porcupine as the monsters skewered me with their flesh strands. My foot passed the threshold, and I tensed, but nothing spawned. Taking a step back, I gritted my teeth and tried again, stepping a few inches further. Again, nothing spawned, and I couldn''t hold the low growl that escaped my throat. My heart was beating fast, and it soon overcame my hearing. With the rapid thumps of my heartbeat pounding in my ears, I dashed inside the room. My eyes narrowed as the unnatural darkness covering the room faded away and revealed one of the ghostfish hovering in front of me. I reached out and gripped the monster by its eyesockets as I leaned back and pushed off the ground with my foot. The water made the action hard as it actively resisted me, but I powered through. However, as soon as my foot reached the entryway, six red strands came shooting from my sides. Not wanting to get impaled this early in the fight, I swung my spear horizontally in a wide arc and sliced through half of the strands. The other three continued their trajectory and cut into my shoulders. Two cut high on my right bicep, while the third cut a thin line towards the base of my neck. Surprisingly, the attacks didn''t hurt, and I couldn''t tell if it was because of all the adrenaline running through my veins or if I was getting too used to pain. Either way, with my legs pushing against the knee-high water, I exited the small room and immediately turned around. Using my momentum, I swung downward, smashing the ghostfish I held against the entrance wall. There was a distinct cracking sound as the monster''s spine broke. As the ghostfish''s skull tumbled into the water, I released its corpse and backed away. One down, four more to go. Two ghostfish dived into the water and disappeared while the other two rushed out of the room. One went high, while the other went low. Not wanting to give the monsters a chance to divide and conquer, I lunged forward and stabbed the head of my spear into the monster''s open mouth. Thanks to the monster''s skull being opened in a silent scream, I lodged the blade into the crook of the jaw and pulled back. The ghostfish came with my spear, and I used it as a makeshift hammer to smack into the ghostfish swimming towards my legs. Their bodies collided and sunk like rocks into the water. While I was happy, I managed to stop them from coming within striking distance. I grimaced at the sight of the two bodies disappearing beneath the water. All I managed to do was allow them to escape into whatever dimension they used when they went incorporeal. True to form, I dived out of the way as more strands aimed for the back of my head. When I turned to swing my spear, I felt something wrap around my foot. Knowing I would not come out of this unscathed, I lunged forward, pushing down on the foot that was free, and attacked the ghostfish swimming above the water. It intercepted my attack by wrapping its remaining strands around my spear, and they tugged it to the left. Instead of being angry at my failed attempt, I shifted my grip and pulled my weapon back, bringing the monster with it. There was some resistance as whatever force that let these monsters swim through the air fought against me, but I won in a battle of strength. Its body was dragged along, tied by the very strands it controlled. When I jerked my weapon downward, I used my other hand to grab the monster''s tail and pull. The strands were the first to rip, so I had to quickly reach out and grab the ghostfish by its skull. With a quick tug, it could do nothing as I separated its head from the rest of its body and threw the two halves away. Before I could turn and deal with the one that wrapped itself around my leg, one of the strands pierced my pants and pushed into the meat of my thigh. It tried to pierce my other leg with its final strand, but I used my sharpened nails to cut it in half. I had to deal with this monster now, or I would get overwhelmed once the other two ghostfish recovered. Rather than try to stab a blade into a monster made of bones, I used my free leg to kick backward and knock the monster into the water. I couldn''t let it flee, so I quickly used the blunt end of my weapon and thrust downward. The ghostfish was pushed to the floor, and I turned and stomped my boot along its spine while slamming the end of my spear into the spinal disc connecting to the base of its skull. Three times, I slammed my weapon into the same spot repeatedly before its skull came free. With three down, there were only two left. Just a little more. Only two more stupid skeletons to break. I searched my surroundings as I struggled to pull free the strand that was lodged into my thigh. Even after I managed to yank it out with a grunt of pain, two strands were still wrapped around my left leg. Just as I managed to use my nails to slice through the flesh strings, the remaining ghostfish appeared. Their glowing forms rose out of the water like two beacons of death. I knew what was coming, so I began to drop low. There was no way to stop all the attacks coming. They each had four strands under their control. That was eight different points of attack. I wasn''t a god of martial prowess; this wasn''t some anime battle. I had to make a choice. Fight or flight, defend or attack, those were my only two options. And here inside the temple, with half of my body submerged in water, I could not afford to defend. The close proximity of the two ghostfish made my spear useless. I simply couldn''t leverage enough force for the weapon to be worth it. Instead, I again relied on my hands and lunged for the fish on my right. It reacted instantaneously and retaliated with all four strands. Two pushed past my wrist and sliced deeply into my arm, while the other two stabbed into my hand. I barely managed to shift my hand out of the way of one of the strands, so only one managed to pierce into the space between my thumb and index finger. They didn''t hurt. The strands butchering my arm and the one piercing my palm were merely a fact, not a statement. I observed this fact and ignored it in favour of grabbing the undead fish by its opened jaw. Injuries didn''t matter; I could summon ¨¢ine after this and still be proud of myself. With both hands, I pulled and pulled till the monster''s head popped off like an abused Barbie doll. I was getting surprisingly efficient at doing that. Now, there was only one monster left. Only one more creature to destroy, and I could finally be fre- Suddenly, my senses were overwhelmed by agony. The sudden rush of pain caused me to freeze and stumble into the water. Before my head could sink past the waterline, I got on one knee and whipped my head to my left side. Piercing into and through my left arm before entering the side of my chest, was the final ghostfish''s strands braided together into one super strand. The thing was three fingers thick, and it was coated in my blood. I struggled to breathe. Every inhale was a Sisyphean task. The fucker must have punctured my left lung. The unmoving jaws of the humanoid skull barely a foot away from my face caused me to see red. I ignored the reinforced strand pushing deeper into my chest and shot my hand outward. "Come here, you little shit!" It didn''t matter if it was currently worming its way toward my heart. So what if I spewed blood like a punctured blood bag? I need, no, I wanted to destroy this fucking thing. I wrapped my fingers around its tail and pulled it closer. The strands connected to it were jerked around, which caused a new raging pulse of agony to light my nerves on fire. It didn''t matter if I had lost all feeling in my left arm. There was nothing that was going to stop me. Without my arm, I raised the monster to my mouth and bit down on the back of its skull. I couldn''t even tell what the monster tasted like as blood coated my tongue. My fang must have cut into my lip as I sunk my teeth around the bone, but so what? I used my barely functional arm to pull the monster downward without thinking. The skull was awkwardly shaped, and I barely managed to keep my teeth from slipping. I couldn''t let it go. It needed to die. I crunched down harder and felt a couple of my teeth crack. None of that mattered. I pulled harder, with my jaw pulling in the opposite direction. Like a dog destroying a bone, the skull came free, and the sudden lack of resistance caused my head to rock back. Releasing my death grip on the monster''s body, I tossed its corpse away and unclenched my jaw. I coughed up shards of bone and blood in equal measure, spraying the water around me like a shotgun. A roar fought to release from my chest, but the collapsed lung made it impossible. The only sound coming out of my mouth was a silent shout that only I could hear. As my body began to fail, I half-crawled to the nearest wall and sunk into the water. It stopped below my nose, my slumped figure just barely out of reach. With a soundless chuckle, I let my arm fall to the floor and looked down. "I did it. Mission complete." With my goal achieved, I tapped into the pool inside my chest and let the cold liquid of mana flow into my channels. The last thing I saw before my eyes closed and my thoughts faded to black was a blood-stained smile plastered across my face. Bonus Chapter: Side Stories Brelten sighed as he stamped the last piece of paper of the once monstrous pile. With his work done, at least, temporarily, he had just enough time to sneak in a tea break. With glee, he summoned a glass teapot, a cup, and a saucer plate. Next, he pulled out a small red pouch and pulled loose the golden string, keeping it closed. The scent of Nela''s Kiss reached his nose, and he breathed in deeply. Agghhh, truly a divine smell. Even if the merchant was a stingy bastard, this is worth every gold coin he squeezed out of me. With the tea brewing, he could finally sit back and relax. With a reflex long carved into him, he queried his system and checked the time. 2:37 p.m. 27, Muren, 498 AR There are only a couple more weeks left till the festival. Brelten''s relaxed smile dipped into a frown at that thought. The kids didn''t worry him. They had long proved they were ready for such an event, and he knew they could handle it. No, the reason for his worry was the additional member tagging along. Cyrus, the Reborn, the felkin, the chosen of a god.... the survivor. The kid had already gone through so much, and the reminder of that stung Brelten to his core. He was the guildmaster, and even if he didn''t regret his decision to send the two fledglings into the rift, he deserved a good portion of the blame. Losing Sam was a tragedy for both the loss of life and the potential. Yet, from what Cyrus told him, she was apparently still alive. A fact that didn''t surprise the guildmaster in the slightest. A small melodic tune sang out from the spout of the expensive glass teapot, and he hurried to take it off the heating gem. He breathed deeply and enjoyed the herbal aroma as he poured the freshly brewed tea. But, even with his favourite tea steaming in his face, his thoughts stayed dark. Reborns, a gifted and cursed fate. Unlike many who only knew of them from history books and fairytales, he had met one personally. And no matter what side one fell on when it came to classifying what a Reborn was, he knew that theirs was a life of challenges. Every history book or scrapped-together journal would never be able to fully encapsulate the struggles those unique individuals had to go through. Because the Weave had its attention on such souls, and the world would shift to accommodate them. Cyrus and Sam were no different. Within a month of them joining the Inoria, they had spawned a rift that just so happened to contain a demon as the final boss. Awakened monsters were rarer than a person ascending beyond tier four. Yet, somehow, in this random rift, the perfect set of circumstances aligned for Arz''odral to wake up and force his way into reality. Brelten shook his head as he sipped his tea; the flavour barely tasted as it coated his tongue. And now I''ve sent him off with the others. Unchecked, unwarned of the possible dangers to come. Theodore may forgive me, along with sweet Celanae while Igas wouldn''t care. But Eodyne will be mad, and that damn hot-headed fool will fume as if a dragon set his feet on fire. He shook his head at the thought and leaned back in his chair. I''d wager all my tea that he still refuses to put on that damn necklace. A stubborn kid deserves an equally stubborn headache. As he went to sip more of his tea, he found his cup empty. Scowling, he poured himself another cup and stared at the herbal ambrosia. All of this brooding was interfering with his tea time. He took a deep sip and smacked his lips with contentment. Ultimately, he would have to wait and see how everything played out. He cared for the boy, and he cared for the others. He trained them well, and he knew they would help Cyrus get a leg underneath him in this world. He trusted them more than he trusted his blood brother. And whatever comes by the turn of the century, he would be ready. To protect his kingdom, his subordinates, and the lives of the hopefuls, the adventurers who will rise and fall in equal measure, was his duty. Knock. Knock. "Sir?" asked his assistant from behind the door. "I''m sorry to bother you, sir, but I have more request forms." For a moment, he heavily debated breaking his promise and running away as fast as he could from the building. Losing bets and favours be damned. If I have to spend another year doing this, I''ll march to the capital myself and kick Allaron''s ass! I can shape the roots to fit the exact shape of his face, and I''ll shove it right up th- "Sir? Are you okay in there? I must get back to the desk. The new receptionist can barely handle it while I''m there. And I''m afraid of what will happen if I don''t return." Brelten let out a loud and drawn-out groan as he stored away his tea and adjusted his cloak. With a sigh and the acceptance of a long and tedious night, he waved a hand at the door. Talis'' concerned face was revealed, along with another mountain of documents in his hands. Brelten released another weary sigh and channeled some mana. Thickened roots grew from the wooden floor, lifting the documents from the elf''s arms. Talis blinked a few times at the sight but nodded his head and quickly scurried down the hallway. As Brelten controlled the roots to deposit their cargo onto his desk, he saw that the top sheet was a registration paper for a pearl rank guild member. With a smirk, he grabbed the paper and began reading the details on the newest adventurer to join their ranks. Boy, you better be a tier one the next time I see you. Gods or monsters, dungeons or rifts, nobles or kings, you better be prepared for what''s to come.
Andrew deposited the coins on the counter and took the room tokens from the innkeeper. He put the tokens in his pocket and shouldered past a pair of large beastkins, making their way to the front desk. The inn was filled to the brim with patrons, and it was hard to find his group in the crowd. Luckily, all he had to do was follow the sound of whoever was arguing. With almost comical ease, he found his teammates sitting in a booth in the far right corner of the room. Aaron sloshed his drink around as he aggressively tapped at the table while Oro hid behind Ruina. Ruina, for her part, was twirling her finger in her drink as she ignored the two idiots'' bickering. The sight of Oro being timid would never not be strange to Andrew''s eyes. The once brash and overly aggressive young man full of misplaced confidence had been replaced by one still brash but no longer aggressive. And his confidence was finally at tolerable levels, not that Andrew would ever say it to his face. "And I''m telling you, we would be sitting at Oleanders miserable and bored as we waited for our turn in the dungeon. Do you want to wait two weeks between delves? No? Then stop complaining," Aaron argued, his ale splashing his feet. The man was obviously drunk, somehow getting intoxicated from a single cup. And one look at Oro, showed the same was true for the elf. With a bone-deep headache beginning to form, he muscled his way past Aaron, who ignored him as he glared at Oro. Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. "The dungeon expanded. I''m sure the wait time isn''t that bad. And even if it were, the chance to obtain new materials would be worth it. Do you know how much money alchemists will pay? We might have been able to save up enough to afford a dimensional storage!" Oro countered from behind his sister. Andrew couldn''t help but snort. "The wait time might be even worse now that the dungeon was officially appraised. And even if we stayed, we''d have to live like homeless monks if we wanted to buy one of those. Maybe after a year of eating nothing but stale bread and river water." Oro pointed an accusing finger at him. "Don''t take his side just because you share the same initials! Don''t you want to stop carrying that heavy axe all the time? I want to stop lugging my staff everywhere." The last sentence was muttered as if it was an afterthought, and the elf got weirdly silent as he stared at his drink. Seeing that the argument was finally winding down and Aaron was busy swaying in his seat, he turned to Ruina and tossed her one of the room tokens. She caught it without looking and let out a sigh. "Still thinking about that guy?" Andrew asked casually. She stopped messing with her drink and stared him directly in the eyes. "Yes." "I see..." He nodded his head slowly. "I still don''t understand why you''re so hung up on him. We barely knew him, for a day at most. And he''s insane. You saw how he went ballistic on the skrell." "And you seem to forget he saved us multiple times inside that dungeon. His glowing pink eyes that stare into your soul, that athletic body, and the way his horns curve into the air. Mmmmm." He raised an eyebrow. "And the way his body looked while he was drenched in blood? How he seemed to have an endless pool of mana to use as he turned everything into a pile of smoking ash?" "Exactly! Oh, Andrew. I wish I had taken the chance while I still could. Now he''s gone to who knows where, and I''m not there with him." "You know he supposedly lost his best friend right before we met him, right? That and all the other people who died in the rift. I don''t think fucking was what he had on mind." She slammed a fist onto the table, creating a slight tremor that made her brother yelp and caused Aaron to slip and hit his head. "No way, that''s exactly why I should have taken the chance. A hurt soul like him would need a deeper kind of affection than what his two little spirits could give him. And stop looking at me like I''m crazy, I''m just a girl in love." What''s the difference? He thought but wisely kept to himself. Aaron groaned as he cradled his head, and Andrew grabbed him by the shoulders to prevent him from stumbling over his spilled drink. With a sigh, he picked the man up and threw him over his shoulder. Turning to Ruina, he motioned his chin to her brother. "Come on, let''s get these two to bed before they hurt themselves further. Be happy that I managed to secure rooms on the first floor." Ruina downed her drink and lifted her brother with ease. Despite the woman''s small frame, her brother weighed like a sack of feathers. With a final sigh, she stood up and followed her team leader. "At least one good thing came out of all this. Even I thought my brother''s opinion of Aaron''s skill was stupid and shortsighted." Then why didn''t you speak up! It would have saved me so many headaches. He kept his tongue from waggling for the third time tonight and trudged up the stairs. At least, with Aaron drunk, he''d finally get some peaceful sleep. And as he glanced at Ruina her expression distant and bored he couldn¡¯t help but think of that man. Sorry Cyrus, but please stay as far away as fucking possible. I got too much to live for.
Warren circled the beast as Nadia and Marcus kept it busy. He only needed one hit to finish the fight. And his body was itching to use his skills. Channeling mana down his arm and into his weapon, he moved behind the elder emberboar and waited. Luckily, his skill wouldn''t drain his mana till after he needed to activate its effect. Now, all he needed to do was wait for the perfect moment. Lowering his stance in preparation, he stood with his sword aimed and ready. Marcus stepped in front of Nadia and activated his Stone Shield skill. The metal kite shield in his hand turned a dusky grey as large stone spikes began to cover the metal. When the pissed-off emberboar charged, he tucked in his shoulder and braced himself. With his Stand Your Ground passive, the heavy beast smashed into the stone spikes, crushing most of them. But Marcus stayed standing in place, mostly unharmed, as his body channeled the brunt of the kinetic force into the ground. Then Nadia was there, and she raised her sword high. With a shout, she activated her only attack skill, Sword Echo, and swung her blade at the beast''s front legs. Her blade sliced cleanly through its thickened hide but not nearly deep enough to disable the beast. Unfortunately for the emberboar, her skill''s effect activated, and a blade made of white light sliced the spot where her blade cut and forced the pig to its knees. "Warren!" she called out as she jumped behind Marcus. Warren didn''t need to be told anything as he was already running at full sprint towards the beast''s behind. As he got closer, the emberboar must have sensed the danger approaching because it sent a blazing kick towards Warren''s middle. With a flush of mana into his legs, Ground Slide activated, and his body was jerked out of the way. Not wanting to let the beast have another chance to retaliate, he plunged his sword into the boar''s thigh. His blade only penetrated a couple of inches, but that was more than enough. With a flex of his will, all the mana coating the edge of his sword was injected into the area around the wound. More mana was spent as he planted the magic seeds inside the beast''s body. Backing up and preemptively crouching on one knee, his skill Thorn Bomb activated, and the back half of the beast sprouted massive thorns that ripped and gored its flesh. A final painful squeal made him cover his ears, but the beast''s head flopped to the ground as blood flowed from its orifices. The cost of using his skill hit Warren in full as his body began to shiver. His mana pool was drained from using his skill, but his foresight to crouch before the effects hit him kept him from falling over. With one arm pushing against the ground, he tried to steady his breath and sit down. Marcus and Nadia walked around the beast corpse and joined him. Marcus strapped his shield and flashed him some signs. "Okay? Scary. Skill. Bad meat." Warren chuckled, but his lungs hurt, so he lowered it to a slight giggle. "You''re not wrong. Cyrus said the same thing when I showed it to him." Nadia whistled and flopped beside him, resting her blade on her feet so the blood wouldn''t stain her uniform. "Was that the same day you two...?" "Yes. Shut up." Nadia smiled, her efforts to tease him successful. Then her face stooped, and she looked away. Warren reached a hand out and placed it on her shoulder. "Hey, it''s okay. I''m sure he''s fine; wherever Sam is, she is just as good. Hells, she was always the more boisterous of the two. She''s probably delving into some dungeon with a fellow team of badass as she leads the charge." Nadia knocked her shoulder into his, which caused him to bump Marcus, who was beginning to sit down. "It''s fine. There''s no need to comfort me. We barely knew them. It''s not like they spent half a year together learning to become guards. It''s fine, I swear." Warren was about to speak up, but Marcus flung a small pebble at her shoulder. It hit, and she instinctively yelped and glared daggers at the bulky elf, but he stared back with a frown etched on his face. "Stupid. Good Friends. Miss them. Wish them Well. Okay, to Care." Marcus signed quickly, angrily. Nadia opened her mouth once but then closed it a second later. Her shoulders slumped, and she leaned against Warren''s body. "You''re right. Sorry. It''s weird, right? We only met because Cyrus decided to use his magic all over Warren''s body. A month spent hanging out, fighting, and more, and somehow it hurts now when I think about never seeing them again." "We''ll see them again." Nadia looked up, almost surprised at how confidently he said those words. He held up his sword and pointed it to the sky. "Don''t look so shocked. Cyrus already said he''d visit, and I''m inclined to believe him. And Sam is a tough woman, and I mean more than her big blue muscles." The last part was said with a glance to Nadia as she blushed. Good, if you''re going to throw innuendo digs at me, you should expect some in return. Continuing, he lowered his sword and laid back with his arms behind his head. "We know what they are, and we know the stories. Even if those two reached beyond this plane and into the next, so what? They''ll be our friends, and we''ll still hang out. Personally, that felkin owes me some candy. So I know that we have yet to see the last of them. And that means no more moping. We have skills now! And with the dungeon being a viable chance to get more or at least enough gold to buy more, we''ll have to ensure we''re strong enough not to embarrass ourselves when we meet again." He felt silly saying such bold words, but the others didn''t laugh at him. Instead, when he raised his head to see their faces, he found the both of them looking at him with smiling faces. Good, you''ve spent enough nights crying. A smile suits your face so much more. Suddenly, Marcus stood up and brushed himself off. His hands weaved through a series of signs that made the other two groan. "Not dressing kill. Called first. Good luck." Nadia tried to escape, not wanting to get her uniform covered in blood, but Warren kept a death grip on her wrist. "Not-uh. You made me clean the beast last time; it''s your turn." Nadia pouted as she motioned to the corpse with her blade. "But it''s your skill!" Warren shook his head and stood up to join Marcus. The two crossed their arms and stared expectantly. With a defeated groan, she walked into the treeline, where they stashed their packs and went to grab the field-dressing kit. With a smile, Warren fist-bumped Marcus and pulled a cloth from his pocket. After cleaning his blade, he resheathed the weapon and stared into the evening sky. You better stay alive, Cyrus. Or I''m going to look like a massive idiot. Chapter 38: Aftermath Wake-up When I eventually came to, it was to the feeling of tiny fists tapping my nose. Luckily, my thoughts cleared, and I stopped myself from smacking my face. As I slowly sat up, ¨¢ine hopped off me and floated in front of my face. Her mouth was set into a frown, and I struggled not to laugh at the sight. From our connection, I could tell she was equal parts worried and annoyed. I didn''t blame her. Even when she gave me one last half-hearted bop on the nose, I could only smile. "I''m sorry, ¨¢ine. Thanks for saving my hide. Again." She stared, unmoving. When I held out my hand, she continued staring silently. When I went to lower my hand, she dropped and landed on my palm. Finally, she looked me in the eyes and spoke. "Not. Alone." "I know. I''m sorry, but I had to do this. When you joined the guardian''s call and completed that pact with me, I made a promise to you. I''m going to ascend ¨¢ine. Together, all of us, we''re going to grow. It''s going to suck, and I will get hurt, but I need to do things like this." I held her up so her eyes aligned with mine. "I already told you that this is my forever promise. You give me your all, and I''ll give you mine. Alright?" The connection told me she was unhappy and dissatisfied with my answer, but she did not refute it. I waited patiently, ignoring the water gently rocking my body. Eventually, she nodded once, flew up to my shoulder, and hugged me. As soon as I called for Zharia, the high-spirited bird instantly shattered the peaceful atmosphere. She darted back and forth across the hall before finally perching on my other shoulder. Although her little pecks flared with golden fire, I was unharmed. I knew that she would never intentionally harm me. Nevertheless, her message was crystal clear. I apologized and gave her the same speech I gave ¨¢ine. She was annoyed, but she accepted and nestled into my neck. Briefly, I thought about summoning Erebus, but the spider was a bit different than the other two. His way of thinking was more task-orientated and foreign. And besides that, when I looked around the empty hallway, I found nothing but water. There was no point in spending the mana to summon the little guy since the ghostfish corpses had long disappeared. ¨¢ine wasn''t sure how long I was unconscious, but it was long enough for the dungeon to reclaim its property. I sighed and closed my eyes. The loot didn''t matter. I mean, it did, I always needed more stuff to sell, especially if I could acquire enchanted items and skillstones, but it wasn''t the biggest loss. I had, at least another week or so before more adventurers would arrive. That was plenty of time time to monopolize the dungeon and get more stuff. Another sigh escaped my lips, and I could feel the girls'' concern as they cuddled against my neck. Somehow after achieving what I set out to do, I felt empty? Dissatisfied, somehow? I wasn''t entirely sure, but I knew it wasn''t enough. I think a good part of me was hoping I could delve the entire first floor without needing ¨¢ine to patch me up. In a way, I failed a goal that wasn''t really a goal in the first place. Rather, it was mostly wishful thinking on my part. Of course, I knew I was being silly. I managed to delve a dungeon a tier above me without any help, using no skills and only my spear. Without years of martial training combined with an incomplete skill set, I had achieved something impressive. Remarkable even? That was up for debate. One could easily say that I was just lucky. "Master, silly. Be proud." ¨¢ine conveyed. "Yes, exactly. Master, you did good! Stop moping," Zharia added. I laughed out loud and flicked drops of water at the phoenix, who blocked my attack by sending out a tiny burst of flames. As she chirped proudly at her success, I laughed again and slowly stood up. "I am not moping. Brooding, maybe, but not moping. It''s called introspection, and it''s good for you." "Too much introspection. If enemies hurt you, then burn them to ash. Simple, Master," Zharia said sagely. I probed our connection, and I could feel the absolute conviction in her voice. She meant what she said one hundred percent, without a shred of doubt. I shook my head, my eyes scanning the water''s surface. I lifted my spear with my foot, twirling it around to shake off the water. As I held it up to examine the blade, I noticed a thin, web-like crack on the right end tip of the metal. It had laced the surface, almost like a spider''s web. While the crack was worrying, I still had the strange slime extract I bought back in Edolus. When I popped the clay pot into my hand, I paused and stared at it. Only after the creaking sounds reached my ears I finally noticed I was squeezing too hard and let go. The thing brought back happy memories that I didn''t want to remember, and so I sent the thoughts back into the void as I popped the lid and poured a drop of the jell-like substance onto the blade. Almost instantly, the material shifted and sank into the thin cracks. When the cracks were filled, the rest of the silvery jell spread what material was left along the blade''s edge. Within seconds the substance hardened and turned completely clear. Holding the blade closer to my eye, I rubbed my thumb over the metal and found that the weapon-maintenance jell was gone. All that was left was a crack-free and sharpened spearhead. I gave the pot in my hand a look of respect before I summoned Chomperz and watched him suck it in. He paused before the girls and nodded once before racing back into my chest. Again, the little dragonling had a strange way of interacting with me, and apparently, only me. The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. With my weapon taken care of and my injuries healed and recovered, I began walking back to the main hallway. When I arrived at the crossroads, I looked toward the direction of the portal and then down the unexplored section of the dungeon. Even with Arturous, we never ventured farther than the side room since the trek back would take hours. "What do you think, girls? Should we continue and try to find the next floor? Or do we head back and call it a day?" ¨¢ine remained silent, but I could tell she would agree with whatever choice as long as she was allowed to heal me. Zharia, though I felt her shift a little on my shoulder. "Zharia?" I asked. She looked at me and then the hallway before looking back to me. "Can we help now? Will I get to burn the stupid fish?" I smirked and waved my spear playfully. "Yes. The moment I had to summon ¨¢ine was the moment my self-imposed handicap came to an end. Wanna give Operation Ghost Ashes another try?" Her feathers blazed with golden fire in response, and she spread her wings. "Yes!" That settled it. I gave one last look to the hallway back, turned, and marched down the dungeon corridor. This time I would make sure to loot my rewards.
I stood still, making sure to let my wounds heal cleanly. It took another two hours of slowly making my way through the long floor, but we finally did it. The stairway down was in sight, and I could already make out the safe area in the middle. All that was left was a single ghostfish that Zharia was currently trying to reduce to a pile of scattered ash. Her flames lit up the hallway, banishing the shadows above and below. Each chunk of mana spent was another wall of fire that pushed past the defences of the ghostfish''s ethereal skin. It wasn''t surprising that Zharia was struggling. After all, the difference in tiers and aspect type was enough of a disadvantage that she was forced to expend most of her mana pool. Still, I waited to the side a couple of meters back with ¨¢ine on my shoulder, healing me of my wounds. The ghostfish was once part of a school of six that guarded the entrance to the next floor down. With a blitz and divide tactic, I rushed in and took out two of the ghostfish quickly before the others could start their attack. With Zharia to serve as backup and crowd control, the following three monsters were easy, and their heads were sent flying into the water below. Now, before we settled into the safe area, I let Zharia go wild. She was determined to reduce the bones of the undead fish into ash and do it by herself without help. Initially, I was worried about the flesh strands catching her, but she proved that futile for the monsters. Her golden flames burned two of the strands to nothing while she darted out of the way in midair to dodge the others. Her speed was slightly slower than the speed the strands could launch themselves, but she countered that by using her fire like a flamethrower. If one were to approach the stairwell, one would see what looked like daylight. The sheer intensity and amount of Zharia''s flames cut through the unnatural gloom. It only took her a minute to land on the now charred remains of the ghostfish. There was barely a spinal cord segment left, which Zharia used as an impromptu floating device to float above the water. Her head was held high, and her wings were spread in the glory of her victory. I crouched down and patted her head while offering my hand. She hopped on, and I brought her to her usual spot along my left shoulder. "Did you have fun?" "I did! I''m tired now, but I did it! Stupid monster got what he deserved." Zharia chirped. I nodded my head and picked up the charred piece of bone. Before I could lift it up to inspect it, it crumbled into thick chunks that dissolved in the water, staining it grey. I could see Zharia puff out her feathers in pride and satisfaction. I didn''t need the soul link to know her feelings. After all, the pure rage she radiated when looking at the monsters was impossible to mask. Her hate for the things that nearly killed me while she was in my soulspace could easily eclipse my own. It did make me wonder if I was a bad influence at times. Anger issues aside, I said goodbye to the girls and summoned Erebus into my hand. Unfortunately, Zharia went a little overboard with her mana usage, and the long trek through the dungeon had left my mana pool a little low. I had enough mana in my mana pool for Erebus to loot two times, but that was it. Luckily, I wasn''t concerned with the safe area being so close. As he looted the first fish, I watched closely how the dark mana rippled and shifted around his body. It was like it created a second skin that cut through the fabric of reality and skimmed along the shadowrealm. I have yet been able to sink in entirely along the shadows the way Isaac did, but I was getting better. And hopefully, by the start of the festival, the idea I had in mind would work, and I could start using Erebus in battle. Erebus was always excited to serve in some capacity, so he was just as enthused about the idea as I was. And when he brought the second loot orb to me, I sent over what I learned through our connection. He tapped his mandibles joyfully before skittering up my neck and settling on my head. Since I already spent the mana to summon him, I might as well enjoy his company while I meditate and rest in the safe area. As we settled along the ground of the dungeon floor, I pulled out a firestone and some food. About ten seconds after sitting down with my legs crossed and my still-hot meal in my lap, Erebus tapped my head. "Fine, fine. Loot orbs first, then food. Don''t get your hopes up. It''s probably more ghostgoop," I complained jokingly. Erebus responded by skittering down my shoulder and to my arm before coming to a stop on my wrist. He raised a single leg and pointed dramatically at the pair of shadowy orbs. Seeing that the spider was absolutely adorable, I quickly sent two threads of mana to the orbs and watched Erebus jitter excitedly. Unfortunately, as I predicted, two vials of ectoplasm fell into my open hand, and I shook my head. Erebus didn''t care. He was just happy to have looted something. Still, for his hard work, I tore off the meat from a rack of grilled ribs and held out the bone for the spider to take. Erebus turned around with even more enthusiasm than before and rushed for the bone. No matter how many times I''ve seen it, I always found it weird. The six-inch rib bone was fed to the jawless skull on his back and disappeared like his body was a magician''s hat. He let out a low hiss before slowly crawling back up my arm and over my neck before collapsing atop my head. Birds who eat fire, fairies who drink juice, Dragons who magic vacuum everything, and finally, a death spider who eats bones, what a strange life I live. I wouldn''t trade it for the world. Chapter 39: A Bad Time I didn''t spend too long in the safe area. If the time dilation was more substantial, I might have risked getting some sleep, but I knew Teddy and the others would worry about me. And needlessly worrying them was pointless. They were trying to help me, after all. So, I got up and had Chomperz store away the camping gear I pulled out. Erebus was still resting on my head, so I returned him to my soulspace. His company was different compared to the other two, but it was still nice. At one point, I decided to have a small competition with the little guy and pulled two blocks of wood from my inventory. They were emergency firewood blocks that I didn''t truly have a use for, so I had no problem with using them for fun. The challenge was simple: we would compete and see who could carve the best design. Since the blocks were about the size of a pringles can, it wasn''t too daunting of a task. Of course, my little knife could not compete with Erebus'' razor-sharp legs. It made me realize how well in control the spider was, considering he never managed to cut me despite all the times he crawled on me. It was good to know he cared enough to be gentle, especially since he cut through the wood like it was butter. I tried my best for a solid ten seconds before I had to shake my head and give it to the little guy. Even before he was finished, I could already tell he won, hands down. And when he did finish sculpting the wood like an artist during mania, I shivered. It was a very detailed work of art, but that was the problem. He had sliced the wood block to something comfortably fitting in my hand. And on the top of the wood, wreathed in a crown of wooden bones, was a lifelike recreation of the Dread Guardian. The three-eyed skull was sitting atop the hand of a giant skeleton surrounded by a dozen faces of skeletal monsters and beasts. He even went so far as to etch some of the runes that decorated the pillars of the summoning circle. The wooden statue made me wince in the darkened temple room, with empty stairs leading upwards and downwards with unnatural gloom. It brought back a deluge of memories I preferred keeping hidden and buried. And I could almost feel phantom pain along my arms and legs just by looking at it. For his part, Erebus proudly displayed his masterpiece, and I had to mentally squeeze the soul link to prevent my discomfort from bleeding through. Instead, I cheered the little guy on and praised his work before I had Chomperz store it away. After that, I was content to sit silently and rest my eyes. But now that my rest was over, it was time to explore the second floor. If things got crazy, I would retreat and leave the dungeon. Now that my self-imposed challenge was finished, I was perfectly willing to bring Arturous with me and wreck some shit. So I picked up my spear and summoned Zharia and ¨¢ine. They took up their usual positions, and we descended the stairs. The way down was shorter than the stairwell in the Burning Lake dungeon, so we reached the second floor rather quickly. It looked mostly the same. The hallway was gloomy and lit by bright torches positioned every thirty meters. Water was about ankle high, and the same dark stone material that the first floor was made of was used on the second floor. "What do you think, girls? More fish?" I asked while tapping my spear against the stone floor. It felt normal, so I stopped and hefted up my weapon. "I hope so!" Zharia chirped. "Yes," ¨¢ine whispered. I let out an exaggerated sigh and started walking. Hopefully, the entire floor wasn''t just a carbon copy of the same thing. I was getting tired of fighting undead fish.
It was the exact same fucking thing. Long labyrinthian hallways were filled with an increasing level of water. And to make it worse, the actual cherry on top was the damn fish. There was an increased number of them. Oh, so many of them. Instead of coming in pairs or trios like the first floor, they would be floating together in a school of five at minimum. It drove us insane, not just me but also Zharia. At first, she kept her extreme dislike for the fish burning nice and strong, but after the fourth encounter, that rage dwindled to a tiny flame. It was hard to stay endlessly angry when every fight was the same. By now, I could rush in and take two down quickly, followed by Zharia stalling the rest. I then race to my third monster while she renders the other fish useless as the strands they controlled become wet ash. After that, finishing the rest and ending the fight was simple. We were an efficient team, applying continuous pressure on the crippled monsters. I could see why they counted as tier ones. While the phasing ability and the potential for multiple attacks from different fronts were initially scary, it was relatively simple the moment you disabled their strands. It wasn''t so easy that I came away from these encounters completely unscathed. In truth, during my initial blitz at the start of the fight, I usually got an injury or two from the second ghostfish while I was busy disabling the first. But, with ¨¢ine being the ever-vigilant guardian that she was, I was never worried. Any wound could be healed quickly, and even when I told her to hang back and wait, I could rely on the knowledge that she could fix me up when I was done. All in all, the delve wasn''t too horrible of a time. At least the second-floor ghostfish preferred attacking with super strands rather than multiples. It made destroying the strands harder, but it was also easier to kill its wielder after the initial volley. So slowly but confidently, we made our way deeper into the dungeon. During the seventh and final encounter, something went wrong. Very wrong. It started out normal enough. The dungeon must have thought a bit of spice was needed for our bland delve and decided to spawn in six ghostfish. The extra fish was a little concerning, but none of us were worried. The usual tactic of us rushing in went smoothly. Zharia flew slightly ahead of me and was the first to make contact by unleashing a torrent of flames as wide as she could make it. A few of the strands that weren''t pulled back immediately were turned to ash, and I lunged forward, hooking my spear into the spine of a ghostfish. I continued my momentum by swinging the spear to the left and knocking the monster attached to my weapon into another, stunning them while giving me time to race forward. After I was within grabbing distance, I yanked back my spear and grasped the tail of the first monster. The skull came loose with a bit of spine attached. You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. Tossing it to the side, I had to quickly duck out of the way of a few strands shooting from below my neck. One scraped along the collar of my leather tunic, but that was it for damage. The usual grasp and pull silenced the second monster. Easy work. Two down, four left. During the dozen seconds it took me to take down the first two monsters, Zharia''s golden flames lit up the hallway in its familiar glow. They were easy to ignore with my nightvision, and how often I was used to seeing it. However, I should have paid more attention to my surroundings. It wasn''t entirely our fault; the extra ghostfish was the first time we encountered a group larger than five since coming to the second floor. And all that confidence in our strategy and battle prowess meant nothing in the face of a sneak attack. Right as I tossed away the remains of the second ghostfish, I heard a mental scream resound in my head. It was high-pitched and filled with agony. The sudden and overwhelming surprise of the situation made me freeze in place. That was when another wave of pain filtered through my soul link, and I clutched my head. With near bloodshot eyes, something I noticed as I looked away from the water, I turned and saw Zharia fall into the water below. Before she disappeared below the knee-high water, I saw that her wings on both sides had been sheared off, her tiny body dripping glowing, golden blood that faded away when it exited her body. Time froze at that moment, and all I could focus on was the painful chirps that blasted inside my head and rippled through my soul. After her body became unseeable underneath the water, I lost all control. I wasn''t sure what happened, but pure rage, the kind that burned like lava and shifted my vision red, was all I could feel. It consumed my thoughts and replaced them with a single narrow focus. I wanted to kill. It didn''t matter what they did to try and stop me. I launched myself out of the water, charging them in blind fury. Rip and tear, bite and pull, smash, burn, Smash, SMASH! When I finally regained control of myself, I collapsed to my knees and let the water cover my head. I felt weak and exhausted, very exhausted. It was a bone-deep fatigue that made my muscles spasm even as I tried desperately to hold myself up. On my head, I could feel cooling waves of energy penetrate my scalp and trickle down the rest of my body. It was pleasant and relaxing, but it was merely an afterthought, like a buzz in the back of my head that I could ignore in favour of regaining clarity. As I gazed down, I noticed the water below me bubbling. My initial reaction was to panic, but I began to feel calm as I didn''t see the ghostfish''s humanoid skull appear from the gloom. I observed bubbles forming around my arms, and when I reflexively flexed my mana, a small burst of golden fire shot out between my fingers. I continued to stare before light tapping started pelting the back of my head. With my brain fog mostly cleared, I finally pushed up and leaned back. My head breached the surface, and I inhaled the coppery air. ¨¢ine landed on my forehead before she collapsed. Carefully, I picked up the delicate fairy with my right hand, being mindful of my sharp nails. Upon examination, I noticed her breathing was uneven, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. I closed my eyes and checked her mana pool through our soul link, only to find it completely depleted. Concerned, I looked within my soulspace and discovered that my reserves were frighteningly low as well. Standing up, I looked around and found scattered remains of the dungeon monsters bobbing along the water. There were more fragments than whole pieces; dozens and dozens of fragments surrounded each piece of bone. And every bone piece bigger than my finger had cracks and deep grooves scratched into it. Beyond the ghostfish''s scattered remains, the torch''s flicker on the wall reflected on the water''s surface, and I looked down. The water was tinted a light pink hue, spreading outwards for several feet. And I finally understood why I felt like shit. ¨¢ine must have done everything she could to stabilize me, which meant she drew from my mana pool after depleting hers. That, combined with my activation of Spirit Lord''s Invocation at some point, was enough of a mana sink that my physical status made sense. Strangely, though, I didn''t feel cold. Mana fatigue at this stage was usually enough to feel like I was drowned in a sea of freezing water, but I felt no absence of heat. I just felt tired and empty. Drained of all my energy, I wanted nothing more than to lie down and float in the water. Instead of standing like an idiot in a potentially dangerous hallway inside a dungeon, I looked around for my spear before heading back toward the stairwell. I needed to get out of the dungeon before it decided to respawn the monsters back on the first floor. I had to reluctantly return ¨¢ine to my soulspace. A part of me wanted the company. But I ignored that selfish thought and continued my long trek back. Zharia was my next concern, and I received no response when I tried to probe our link. I wasn''t even sure why I had used my skill, but the only thing that came to mind was it would have put Zharia in stasis. She couldn''t truly be hurt, not as far as I knew. As a spirit, most of her body was mana-based, and as a familiar, she kept her soul inside my soulspace. This allowed her to use my mana as an anchor to the physical world. Any damage received was temporary. That didn''t stop the pain, though. Her body was connected and very real. And when I thought back to what happened, during the moment I felt her scream blanket my thoughts, I started to seethe. The anger quickly sputtered and died much like the flames along my fingers. There wasn''t enough juice in the tank to run hot. My body was a sputtering engine running on empty with nothing but the dregs of spite and determination to keep me going. Slowly, I made my way to the stairwell and into the safe area. I desperately wanted to stop and rest, but if I sat down, I wouldn''t be getting back up. I had to leave, or I was going to be staying the rest of the day inside the dungeon. When I finally made it near the entrance to the portal back, my body felt somewhat better but still exhausted. Luckily, the dungeon granted me mercy and only respawned a single pair of ghostfish near the exit. By then, my mana pool had mostly recovered, and I brute forced my way through. Zharia would have been proud if she had been conscious at the time. I banged my spear on the wall as loudly as possible to attract the monsters'' attention before tucking it under my arm. With both hands raised, I loosened the dam and poured as much mana through my channels as possible without injuring myself. The flesh strands that came racing out of the gloom were erased, and the golden flames bit into the monsters'' bones. Loud cracks and popping sounds echoed inside the hallway as my arms became flamethrowers. When I finally lowered them, I could see the charred and blackened pile of bones sinking into the water. That managed to bring a smile to my face, even if I felt it was a waste not to loot the corpses. Loot was nice, but so was freedom and a nice long nap on the beach. Maybe Arturous is up for another cuddle session. I thought idly as I dragged my feet past the burnt remains. Pushing through the portal and letting the spatial energy embrace me without resistance, I closed my eyes and waited. It felt like an eternity as the portal took its sweet time transporting me back to Inoria. My thoughts kept straying to funny images of a giant bear in a swimsuit when the portal released its hold and spat me onto the temple floor. There was a clambering noise in front of me, so I cracked open an eye with a look of annoyance plastered on my face. Teddy and Celanae were there, along with Elder Aimon, who was staring at me with a deep frown. Teddy rushed over and activated his Aura of Restful Sanctuary. The golden light that radiated off the man was warm. "Cyrus, what happened?" Teddy asked. Celanae stayed back, but the look of concern was evident on her face. I patted Teddy''s shoulders before squeezing my way past and stretching my arms out. After a quick twist of my torso, a loud series of pops sounded out, and I sighed, relieved. Now that I was safe, I undid my skill and focused on my connection with Zharia. The feathers along my arms receded, and my halo of fire winked out. Soon, motes of light started to coalesce, and Zharia''s physical form took shape. A new wave of pain punched my brain, and I grabbed her injured form with lightning reflexes. I undid the summoning skill and returned her to my chest. With her body gone, a single drop of golden blood flashed dimly on my finger before fading away. With gritted teeth, I looked up and clenched my fist. Anger had surged briefly, but it died within a heartbeat. Turning to the other people in the room, I attempted to smile but gave up as it felt like too much effort. Instead, I dawned a sad smirk and waved my hand. "Too much fun in the dungeon. I''m going to go pass out on the beach with Arturous. Taa-taa!" With that, I made my way down the hallway and up the temple stairs. The others could be heard whispering fiercely behind me, but I didn''t care to try and make out what they were saying. They could interrogate me after a nice, long nap. Chapter 40: Mental Reset, Food and Sunsets I had a relaxing evening spent with Arturous on the beach, using his big body as both cushioning and shade. It didn''t take much to bribe the big lug. On my way out of the temple, I swung to the food side market street and found a stall selling meat. Apparently, while fish was the primary food source for the village, enough traders came by every other week that other meat options were still in abundance. It may have been a tad pricier than I would have liked, but I was currently flush with coins, or at least what I thought was flush with them. My previous conversation with Teddy on proper gear pricing made me reconsider that statement. From there, I bought a massive slab of what I thought was pork and carried it on my shoulder to where Arturous was resting. He woke up pretty quickly and tried to eat the hunk of pork, but I fended him off with a promise of cooking him something delicious. I wasn''t entirely certain he cared, but I knew he liked cooked food more than raw food. I spent way too long scouting the area and making sure a random crowd of people wasn''t waiting to ambush me from beneath the waves like a swarm of battle crabs. It was a ridiculous thought, and I enjoyed it all the more for that very reason. My brain needed a mental reset over what happened in the dungeon, and conjuring up silly and pointless scenarios was relaxing to my brain. And to make it all better, Arturous was an avid listener who never interrupted me when I vented my thoughts. The meat was cut into three pieces of pork belly and a rack of ribs. My methods were simple, considering I was cooking over a campfire, but I made do. I even pulled out my secret weapon, which was a big hit with the giant grizzly. It turns out, my Trickster''s Bag of Sweet Treats could also produce some foreign candy that I, being a sheltered American, never got to try. The black licorice was depressing, but at least it came in the shape of cute tiny squids. No, the real prize I won from that day''s handouts was an entire bag of squishy gummy candy filled with liquid honey. Admittedly, I wasn''t a big fan of honey, so I had the brilliant idea of squeezing out the liquid from the candy and collecting it in a jar. Arturous wasn''t my first reason for wanting a small jar of honey, but I''m glad I had one. I ended up coating the pork belly with as much honey as possible while I used my Chef''s Mini Pouch of Seasoning to add lots of flavour to the meat. A couple of days ago, I found out that Arturous really liked the taste of garlic, so I liberally added some to the dry rub I was making with some paprika, salt, black pepper, and the closest thing to mustard I could find. As with most things in this world, it was reasonably similar to what I could find back on Earth, albeit slightly off. In this case, it was extra tangy. I cooked the pork belly first, using a metal grill I bought in Helios to roast it over the campfire. The sun was setting by the time it was done, and I watched the sunset in silent tranquility. It was beautiful, and Fanalis was on its way up into the night sky. The pink moon fit right in amongst the waves of colours. After feeding Teddy''s companion two massive chunks of pork belly, I began cooking the ribs and sat back down, with my back leaning against the chewing bear. Surprisingly, he was willing to eat slowly and savour the meat. I''ve seen that bear inhale food like he was Chomperz, so it felt good to have him appreciate my food. And when the ribs were wafting a delicious smell across the beach, I heard footsteps approaching from behind me. I looked over to Arturous, but he didn''t react, so I relaxed my shoulders and waited for whoever was coming to say hello. When Teddy''s large frame came into view, I wasn''t surprised, and as I expected, Celanae''s lithe figure appeared a second later. Teddy sat beside Arturous''s head and leaned over to scratch behind the bear''s ears. Celanae simply conjured a chair to sit on next to the fire. I eyed them but didn''t talk, content to let the relative silence last as long as possible. The crackling of the fire and the sounds of water hitting the sand were loud enough to fill the air. Evidently, Teddy wasn''t quite willing to ask what he wanted to ask outright, so instead, he gestured to the ribs with his chin. "Smells delicious. The breeze carried it all the way over to the inn. More than a few villagers joked about having another feast. You have talent in cooking, Cyrus." I cracked open an eye and scowled. "I swear if a horde of hungry villagers come out of those trees, I will actually run away this time." He quickly waved his hands and laughed nervously. "No, no. I promise we kept our lips sealed." I narrowed my eyes but nodded once before closing them again. Celanae let out a sigh and spoke. "We wanted to check on you, Cyrus. You didn''t look too good when you exited the dungeon. Did everything go alright during your delve?" I debated joking around or telling them to piss off. However, I wasn''t mad at them; I wasn''t even mad at all. Mentally exhausted, yes; worried and concerned for Zharia, also yes. Being irrationally angry and lashing out at the people around me? No, that would be dumb as hell. I stood up and prodded the ribs some. It would be finished in another ten minutes, so I stayed standing. With the food still cooking, I turned to face the two and began explaining what happened during the delve. While they looked concerned during the moments I described being injured, they kept their faces neutral. At several points, one of them would interject and ask questions or comment on what I could have done better. Their advice was enlightening, and I trusted their years of adventuring experience over my own. It was when I described my decision to enter the side room that their neutral expression finally fell and was replaced with frowns. Celanae had a scowl, and Teddy looked almost sad. The sight made me pause, but I continued after they prompted me to continue. It would have been a lie to say their reaction to me being stupid enough to challenge the school of ghostfish was mild. Up till the point where I mentioned getting impaled through the arm, they had remained calm and attentive. That calmness ended the moment I tried carrying on with my story and tried to brush past the collapsed lung. They did not take my antics kindly. "Cyrus, you should have summoned your familiar! You could have died," Celanae shouted. "But I didn''t. And I did summon her before I passed out. I completed my challenge. Job done. It''s not as bad as you think. I''ve been in similar situations before. It''s fine," I replied, unable to stop the annoyance from bleeding into my voice. This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. "That''s... That''s ridiculous. You can''t downplay nearly dying." Teddy tried to butt in, but I didn''t let him. "Actually, I can. You guys enter the dungeon just as much as I do. You guys went through the same bullshit that I just did. What''s the difference? I may have bitten off more than I can chew, but so what? I achieved what I set out to achieve. That''s what matters." She stood up and balled her fists. Her journal she was writing in earlier slipped off her lap and fell onto the sand-covered ground. This time, there was genuine anger in her eyes. "There are so many things wrong with what you said. Your two months of experience do not compare to the years we spent training and preparing. And we delve because we have a team where we can work together to cover our weaknesses. You don''t have that!" She began pacing next to her chair, uncaring of the sand that was kicked everywhere. "Uncle Brelten asked us personally to help you. At first, I didn''t understand why, but after yesterday''s reveal, I get it. Cyrus, if we had let you get killed, if we let a Re-" "If you are implying that the only reason I''m worth keeping alive is because of what that line on my status says, then we''re done. I''m not one of the characters from your story. You didn''t seem to have an issue with me until yesterday. It seems I should have kept my mouth shut," I said in a near whisper. My voice was cold and filled with steel. Celanae froze, and her eyes widened. I could see her cheeks pale as she realized what she was about to say. "I didn''t... that''s not what I..." Teddy stood up and stepped in between us. "Enough. Both of you. Yes, Cyrus, you too." I was about to protest, but he shut me down before I could, his voice stern. "Fine." It was all I said as I moved from my spot and sat beside Arturous. "Listen, Celanae didn''t mean to insult you. Right?" He pointedly looked to Celanae, who nodded slowly. "Good. Cyrus, we''re not upset because of what your status sheet says. That''s certainly a factor we have to consider now, but that''s not the main reason." There were so many things I wanted to say and argue about, but I swallowed my anger and began some deep breathing exercises. Teddy waited patiently, not speaking till I finished. After calming myself down, I unclenched my fists and slumped against the bear. "Fine. Why are you upset then?" "Because we care about you. And don''t give us that dragonshit of how we barely know each other. It''s barely been a month, yes. However, that was a month spent with us constantly. Your evening talks with me, the conversations you have with Celanae, the small bouts of training with Eodyne, and the occasional bantering with Igas and Isaac- all of that was time spent getting to know you. If you think we''d accept your death so easily, then you''d be wrong, and frankly, that''d be an insult to our character." Again, I wanted to argue and refute his statement. It had been only a month, and that felt too short to be considered important to them in any regard. Yet, I recognized a part of me was being petulant for argumentative sake, so I squashed that down and stared him in the eyes. "Fine, I''m sorry for worrying you both. That still doesn''t excuse you guys suddenly treating me like an exotic beast you have to protect just because of what I am. You''re going to need to explain that bit." Behind Teddy, Celanae winced. Instead of speaking, he stepped to the side and motioned for her to speak. "I apologize. You''re right. This isn''t one of my fantasy novels; you''re a real person. But Cyrus? You must understand that your kind is not just something that only appears in fantasy books. People like you are a real part of our history. And not just Solunaria''s history. I mean Inoria''s history. To completely disregard what your status says would be foolish, and you know that." I nodded once with bitter acceptance. Brelten explained briefly during one of our nightly bouts of training why he put so much personal effort into helping us. I knew what she meant, at least to some degree. "People talk about your kind as alarm horns to the world. Your arrival brings turbulent times or grand sweeping changes. Some scholars speculate on whether those changes are because of you or merely that you''re a warning flare of what''s to come. That''s something we''re taught as children, Cyrus. Asking us to ignore that is hard, even if we can separate fact from fiction." A montage of scenes played inside my head. The world fell away for a moment, and I felt something twinge in my soul, followed by what felt like a tightening of threads. Every painful or bloody event that happened during my time in Edolus flashed across my mind. The guard''s injuries and the increased number of beast attacks were because of me. Warren''s burns, Yenna and the rest of her team''s injuries were all because of me. And then, unbidden, came a series of scenes from my time in the rift. The meeting with Arz''odral played on repeat, followed by the error messages in the system. Scene after scene, pained and screaming faces, blood everywhere; I couldn''t stop it no matter how much I railed against it in my mind. And when Sam''s face, afraid and shocked, overpowered my thoughts, I yelled as a voice screamed in my head. "CYYYYRUUUSS!" I came to my senses and felt two hands on my shoulder, shaking me vigorously. The motion rocked my body back and forth, and I felt my neck starting to hurt from the whiplash. Knocking the hands aside, I blinked my eyes rapidly and stared at Teddy''s face, only a couple of inches away. "Woah there! I''m fine, I''m fine." Teddy leaned back slowly before glancing over to Celanae with a worried look. "Are you sure? You went dead silent and started turning pale. Here, take this." He handed me a small towel, and I took it with confusion. He then pointed to my face while continuing to stare. " You''re, uh, crying. It happened about fifteen seconds after you went silent." I summoned a hand mirror from my inventory and noticed a single stream of tears running down my left cheek. It was a jarring sight as I didn''t feel any sadness or pain. After thanking the man, I rubbed my face with the towel and set it on my lap. I quickly checked and looked inside my soulspace but found it completely fine. After the twinge I felt before, I apparently went catatonic. I half expect my soulspace to be a cracked and shattered mess. Thankfully, it wasn''t, especially with the girls taking a rest. "Cyrus?" Celanae asked gently. "Hmm?" I said as I looked up with confusion on my face. "What happened? And are you alright?" I cocked my head and gave a half-hearted smile. "I think I''m alright. I don''t feel any different. And I''m not entirely sure. When Teddy mentioned the whole my kind being a problem thing, I kind of had some traumatic thoughts run through my head. It''s fine, everything''s good. Most likely some remnant P.T.S.D. issues, that''s all." I knew I was being flippant, but I really did feel fine. If anything, their over-concerned reactions and faces made me want to laugh. Instead, I smiled widely and tossed Teddy''s towel back to him. "So, now that things have calmed down let me say this. I understand why you were upset, and I apologize. Not saying I won''t do it again or continue to challenge myself in such crazy ways, buuuut I can take the time to listen to your advice. You guys are right. This past month has been great, and you have all gone out of your way to help me. Well, maybe not Isaac, but even he helped with figuring out my new skill." I stood up and gave a light bow before going over to the ribs and taking them off the grill. "Thank you, guys. Want some food as an apology? I''m afraid most of it is for Arturous, though." I deliberately ignored the looks the two kept giving each other as I pulled out a couple of wooden plates and used my bare hands to tear apart the smoking-hot ribs. The heat was a little too warm, but it didn''t hurt. And damn, the food smelled divine as I plated the meat. As the others were served their plates of ribs, the giant bear got the rest of the rack. I took the opportunity to explain what happened during the rest of my delve. Everyone looked concerned, and Celanae even asked if I needed a hug after I shared what had happened to Zharia. It felt good to know they cared about my spirits. The fact that Teddy went out of his way to call my familiars by name was a massive plus to his likeability. Eventually, after the food was done and my story was told, I showed them the loot I acquired, and they were interested in the ghostgoop since I always sold them to Travis before I got to show them. "Oh, that reminds me. Erebus looted this during the delve. I''m not sure what''s in it, but I''m going to head to the guild tomorrow when I sell the latest batch of ectoplasm. Khrem should be able to identify it. Who knows, I might have a new familiar to add to my roster," I said as I summoned the dark-blue crystal and held it up to the campfire''s light. Hopefully, the skill is worth it. It''d be a shame to sell it. Chapter 41: Skill for Skill The very next day, I decided to sleep in till noon. Initially, I planned on heading to the guild building early, but instead, I decided to get some extra sleep. I never noticed until I laid my head on the pillow just how tired I was. Mentally, I felt fine after spending most of the evening with Teddy and Celanae. That apparently didn''t translate to the physical requirements of my body that I had been ignoring. After waking up and noticing Teddy was absent, I decided to head downstairs and use one of the private baths. It featured the same sort of setup Bera had in her inn but was on a smaller scale. With familiarity, the enchanted bathtub was easy to use, and I bathed without spending too long relaxing under the hot water. It was tempting to stay and laze about, especially considering today was an off day and the dungeon was reserved for the group we met during our first visit to the guild building. Ultimately, I decided noon was already late enough that there was no excuse not to start heading out and doing something productive. The trip to the adventurer''s guild was short and uneventful, so I stopped by a food stall selling fried fish pastries and bought enough to feed four people. I kept one bag of pastries out while I waited till I was inside the building and secluded from curious eyes to summon Chomperz. The dragonling swallowed the food and disappeared within seconds. Not wanting to think about the weird avoidance of my dimensional storage, I shrugged my shoulders and continued deeper inside the building. When I got to the guildmaster''s lab, I knocked on the door three times and stepped back. Good thing I did since the moment the door opened, a ghastly blue fog drifted out and disappeared into the ceiling. After a dozen seconds, Khrem finally opened the door and stared at me with his unblinking shark eyes. Waving a hand, I tossed him one of the fish pastries before stepping around him and entering the room. It was surprisingly clean. In my head, I expected the room to be covered in random materials and failed experiments. Nobody could blame me, considering how zealous the alchemist pair have been the past week. Ever since I started supplying them with the ghostgoop, they have been locked away in the guild lab almost all hours of the day. I was sort of concerned about their health, but I knew Travis was at least tier two. At that tier, he could go without sleep for a decent while. Khrem closed the door behind me while munching on the pastry, and I heard him mumble something about lab rules. If he was complaining about me bringing food into the lab, he sure didn''t seem to mind too much, considering he was eating the pastry. When Travis finally finished mixing the liquids he was distilling, he turned around and removed the goggles on his face. As he blinked slowly, he finally noticed me and approached in a quick run. The manic look on his face made me hold up my hands and back up. "Woah there, cowboy. Back up a sec," I hollered out. Travis stopped and gave me a weird look. After watching me nonchalantly eat my pastry and see Khrem do the same, he shook his head and moved closer. "Do you have more ectoplasm to sell? For a few seconds, I debated whether I should mess with the two eager alchemists. Ultimately, it wasn''t worth getting on the bad side of the two people who could become extremely important during the festival. Instead of answering, I found the nearest empty crate and summoned three dozen vials of ghostgoop. The sudden clinking of glass filled the room, and I couldn''t stop the smirk from spreading across my face as the guildmaster''s jaw slowly dropped in shock. "Do you think that''s too much? If so, I can try to find someone else to-" Travis held both hands over the crate like he was protecting it from me before I could continue. "No! I mean, it''s fine. I''ll take them all. But Cyrus, that''s a lot more than usual. Did you delve past the first floor?" "Oh? Yeah, I was trying to accomplish a challenge I set for myself, and I spent some time on the second floor. Didn''t spend too long down there, maybe an hour or two tops. Lots of walking in a dungeon, kinda surprised." I had explained some of my delving experience to the guildmaster as he was literally the head honcho for this branch of the guild. He never asked me to reveal my skills, so I never provided the exact details and instead kept my storytelling vague while informative. Like the others, he would offer little tips or advice to try working on during my next delve. He lowered his hands and stood straight with his hands on his hip. "The life of an adventurer. The local dungeon is one of the larger dungeons, but it''s nothing compared to a tier-four dungeon. Those have floors that could take a week''s travel to reach the stairwell. Never been in one myself, but they''re well documented in the capital library." "Huh, I didn''t know that. Well, at least this dungeon has plenty of chances for loot. I just wished I could find some more natural treasure. I''m disappointed I haven''t found a treasure chest yet. Collecting the ghostgoop is such a pain in the ass at times." This time, Travis stopped examining the vials in the crate and frowned as he stared at me. "What do you mean you haven''t a treasure chest yet? Cyrus, have you been using a harvesting skill to collect the ectoplasm?" Oops "Uh, well..." He shook his head and moved to the back of the room with the crate in his hand. "Never mind, that was rude of me to ask. In return, let me give you some advice as someone with a couple of decades of delving experience. Not all dungeons use chests. In fact, a lot of them don''t. Instead, you''ll find a lot of rewards or treasures in hidden rooms or sometimes side areas. They come with a challenge of sorts, usually combat but not always, depending on the dungeon itself." I clenched my fist and narrowed my eyes suspiciously. "Bullshit, I''ve done that side area on the first floor three times now. I never once found loot outside of what I got from the ghostfish." Again, he stopped and put his hands on his hip. I was starting to recognize it as his ''lecturing pose.''"I hope you''re being careful. I know the room you''re talking about, and that spawns a great number of monsters. It would be a shame to lose a promising adventurer before he graduates from a pearl. Don''t throw yourself into danger so recklessly, Cyrus. It''s not worth it, trust me. I''ve seen far too many young and reckless idiots get killed for being impatient and foolish. " He spoke respectfully and appeared genuinely concerned. Instead of dismissing his advice, I acknowledged it with a nod and a slight bow. "I will take your words into consideration," I assured him. He dropped his pose and smiled while tossing me a pouch full of coins. It was heavy, and when I pulled the strings holding it shut loose, I counted several gold coins inside. I tucked it into one of my pants pockets before looking back at the guildmaster''s face. "Pleasure doing business. And now spill on what I need to look for in the dungeon. Apparently, I have been getting stiffed on loot." During this entire conversation, Khrem was already at work mixing ingredients at the alchemy station. His hands were covered with enchanted gloves that somehow let him touch the ectoplasm without staining his hands. Behind Travis, a cauldron slowly bubbled, and I watched as blue smoke rose into the air. "Look for where the unnatural darkness is the strongest inside the room. The dungeon likes to undergo a few changes every few months, but that room is a constant. All you have to do is channel some mana into your hand and dispel the illusion. Should be a pile of bones covering the loot." I was ready to march into the dungeon the moment I woke up tomorrow. All this time, I could have saved some mana and gotten dungeon loot. Shaking off and letting the frustration go, I thanked Travis again. He looked eager to return to his experiments, so I cut the conversation short and held up my hand. "Is there something wrong?" he asked. In response, I summoned the dark-blue crystal with black streaks and held it to the light so he could see the colour. "Yeah, one final thing. Khrem, I was hoping you could identify this. I received this instead of some ghostgoop the last delve, and I''ve been dying to know what skill it contains. Fingers crossed that it''s something I can use." "A skillstone? That''s impressive. Especially considering you haven''t been exploring properly. Most adventurers would have cursed you out for having some ''beginner''s luck,'' as they call it." "Hey!" I said in faux indignation. "Not my fault. I was too busy being miserable exploring a water level. Can''t blame me." As Khrem put down his tools and came over to pick up the skillstone, Travis looked at me strangely. "What?" I asked. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. "You seem different today. I''m not sure how, but you seem more relaxed than the last time I saw you," he said strangely. I wasn''t sure what to say to that. Am I acting strangely? Teddy and Celanae kept looking at me funny, too. Luckily, I was saved from replying when Khrem returned the skillstone to the table. "Well?" I asked curiously. I leaned on the desk and stared into the sharkman''s unblinking eyes. "What skill is it?" "Tide Stalker. Passive, water and darkness aligned movement skill. Whenever the user is transversing water, they will naturally be shrouded in darkness, making them hard to see and hear. Secondary effect, the user will move with natural ease through water while having their movement speed boosted while under its effects," Khrem answered. He rattled off the description in a monotone voice, making my eye twitch. "Thank you, Khrem," I said as I picked up the skillstone and held it up to the light again. "That sounds pretty detailed for a mid-tier skill. I assumed midtier skills lacked the robustness higher tier skillstones have." "Not midtier." I looked back to Khrem with some confusion. "What do you mean? It''s not clear enough to be high-tier, and its shape tells me it''s not low-tier. Am I wrong?" He nodded and pointed to the stone. "It''s not blurry. The dark aspect makes it look less clear than it really is. And shapes are not a hard rule, merely guidelines." Throughout the discussion, I noticed Travis looking at the skillstone with a pensive look. He seemed to be contemplating something, so I raised an eyebrow and waited. After nearly a minute, he looked up with a serious expression on his face. "Cyrus?" he asked. "Yes?" "Are you able to use that skillstone?" My eyebrow raised higher, wondering where he was going with this. "I could, yes. Why?" "Would you be willing to trade this skillstone for another? I have a small collection of skills saved up, and few of them might be of interest to you." His question slightly took me aback. Beyond the weirdness of having two guildmasters trade me something for a skillstone, I stopped and considered why he wanted the skill. He was a guildmaster, so his slots were filled. And as far as I knew, Khrem, his apprentice, was already tier one, which meant that he wasn''t looking to trade for the skillstone so he could help his apprentice. In the end, I mentally shrugged my shoulders and decided to go with the only logical guess I could make and ask him directly. "Is this for someone in that trio I met on my first day here? Because if not, I can''t think of anyone else who would need this skillstone." "It is, yes. This skill would be perfect to fill their last slot. They''ve been delving into the dungeon as much as possible in hopes of either saving enough money to buy a skillstone or acquire one." I noticed he kept the pronouns vague, so I wouldn''t know exactly who he was talking about in the group of three. It wasn''t an important detail but an idle fact I noticed. If anything, it was nice to see the guildmaster be protective over their personal information. The simple act boded well in my trust that he would keep my looting ability a secret. Even if I never outright confirmed I had one, it was good to know he wouldn''t out me to others. For deciding whether to trade the skillstone, I was perfectly fine with making the trade. While the skill sounded cool, it was rather niche in nature. Sure, my Legacy might evolve the skill into something more general use, but I wasn''t that willing to risk it. At the end of the day, I didn''t plan on staying around bodies of water. The stay on the island was pleasant, but it wasn''t enough to make me swear off on land. I must have been silent for too long because Travis''s face started to fall. He looked defeated behind his obvious disappointment. "Sorry about that, was thinking. I''ll make the trade, but I have a question first." His face instantly perked up before his eyes narrowed again. "What do you want to know?" "If the skill is for their last slot, wouldn''t that mean they could finally tier up? Isn''t the festival only a couple of weeks away? Wouldn''t I just be making it harder for myself since there''s a competition?" My question was met with blank stares. At least Khrem had the excuse of having a naturally hard-to-emote face while Travis looked at me like I had suddenly grown another head. "What?" I asked. "Even if you made the trade and they acquired filled their final slot, that wouldn''t mean they would tier up. Ranking up a skill from zero to ten would be impossible in such a short time," Khrem explained. Ahh, yeah. I completely forgot that my growth was considered outrageous to most people. Woopsy. I shook my hand and put on a smile. "Ah, yeah, my bad. Never mind my last question, then. So, ready to show me what you have to offer?" For what felt like the millionth time today, I received strange looks thrown my way. Thankfully, Khrem attended to the bubbling experiments behind Travis while the guildmaster walked out of the room, muttering something about "monster children." Travis was gone for over eight minutes, so I spent the time chatting with Khrem, who was explaining what he and the guildmaster had found out so far. There was surprisingly little progress, or so I thought. When I commented exactly that, Khrem responded with an angry snort. My expectations of how alchemy research worked were horribly inaccurate. They were working without a recipe and going off instinct along with structured testing of said material. With the amount of ghostgoop I provided, they could be more thorough with their testing to figure out the material''s properties. So far, they have made one small breakthrough using Drowned Shadenettle, which grew locally. The plant extract interacted with the water-aspected mana inside the ectoplasm and heightened the incorporeal nature of the goop. They weren''t wholly positive, but they believed that within another week or two of testing, they''d be able to create the first batch of potions. When I asked why they specifically aimed for potions, he answered like I was an idiot. And to be honest, I had to agree. An incorporeal effect would be detrimental to most medical uses as a salve. An oil would be too far from the material''s nature to work efficiently enough to be useful. A salve that made detritus and objects sink into your wounds more was a terrible idea. While a weapon that would help penetrate but get stuck easier was only partially useful. Finally, Travis returned to the room with a small tray in his hand. When he sat the tray on the table, he let me get close and examine the skillstones he was offering. One was the colour of kelp, which had twin swirls of light blue across its surface. The second was a squarish-looking bright, reflective silver gem that reflected my glowing eyes back to me. The third and final stone on the tray was a pure seafoam blue with no added colours or details. Travis first picked up the seafoam skillstone and flipped it around in his fingers. "This is a water-aligned skill called Shroud of the Hidden Sea. It''s an active that generates a wide-area fog to blanket an area. Those who get stuck in the fog become sleepy and lethargic. I acquired this probably thirteen years ago as a reward for saving an individual''s and his family''s lives. I didn''t think much of it at the time, as I found a traveling caravan that fell victim to a beast attack. The beast was a tier-two predator who used venom to slowly finish off its victims. Me and the group I was with arrived in time to prevent it from eating anyone, and I used my knowledge in alchemy to brew enough antivenom to save the crew." The story was fun to hear, sounding outlandish to my ears despite having lived solidly in a fantasy world for nearly two months. The skill itself sounded useful, though I kept my excitement reserved until he revealed the other two skillstones. Continuing, he set the stone down and picked up the one with the mirror polish. "I''ll admit, I wasn''t sure about picking this one. It''s rare to see crystal affinities in our kingdom outside of the dwarven population. Even then, only those who hail directly from the northern kingdoms potentially have a crystal affinity. Still, I would like to offer it as an option. The skill is another active, with its main properties being crystal with a minor alignment in gravity." My ears perked up at the mention of gravity. Abstract elements like space and gravity were extremely rare, with skillstones having either of the two as their primary alignment being worth several thousand gold. Even if the skill had a minor alignment towards the mana aspect, it was enough to make the skillstone very valuable. "What is it?" I asked. "It''s called Reflective Parry. Despite its simple name, it creates a plane of reflective glass that absorbs and reflects physical and magical attacks in nature. Most skills of this nature can only deflect one type of hit, and only after tiering up would they gain the chance to deflect more types. What makes this special is it absorbs the damage rather than deflect it. That means any skill one uses against it can be absorbed and returned at will." It was another contender despite its less-than-amazing sounding ability. I didn''t discredit it. I played enough games in my time to know that a reflection skill could be life-saving. Plus, if it evolved into a familiar summon, I would get a tank for my party. And the gravity magic intrigued me on a deeper level than a shallow need for practicality. I nodded and motioned for him to continue to the final stone. "And last but not the least," Travis said as he held the stone up the the light revealing smaller blue swirls along the edge of the stone. "Water and nature aligned passive skill. Dance of the Swirling Fronds was something I looted inside a rift. I should have used it, but I wanted to keep it as a memento from my first rift experience. For the longest time, I was so afraid of losing this, but now that I''m older, I''d much rather it be used if it meant I could help out someone dear to me." I didn''t know what to say. The first thought that came to mind was that I wouldn''t choose this skill even if it granted me wings. Even if Travis said he had moved on, the pain in his voice was hard to hide. It was plain to see that he still treasured this skillstone, which made me rethink his relationship with the trio I met earlier. One of them must mean a lot to the old-young man. Travis cleared his throat and set the stone down while looking sheepish. "Sorry, lost myself for a second. The skill is a body enhancement and movement passive. It grants the user greater flexibility while increasing their dexterity. When you jump, you launch yourself higher and faster while increasing your ability to maintain your balance. If you can use the Tide Stalker skillstone, you can use this one. The effects may seem underwhelming, but the change to your physical prowess would be drastic after ranking it up." The skill was interesting but not overly so. That and the guildmaster''s lingering attachment to the stone solidified my choice to disqualify it from the running. I already decided that antagonizing the alchemists who I would be relying on in the future would be silly and counterproductive. The choice was narrowed between the two actives. Arguments could be made for having an a.o.e. crowd control skill, but I disliked the lack of damage. The sleep and lethargy debuffs would be very useful, but I didn''t know how effective it would be against monsters and beasts at the higher tier. On the opposite end, the reflection skill was focused more on preventing damage. ¨¢ine could heal me of everything outside of soul damage, so I was less worried about getting hit and more about killing things faster. Maybe it was shortsighted, but I wanted something that could protect me more directly than using a control-type skill. With my mind made up, I reached for the tray and selected the silver skillstone. I didn''t miss the obvious relief on Travis'' face when I ignored the third skill. With a mental headshake, I thanked the guildmaster and waved goodbye to Khrem. Khrem at least turned around to wave goodbye, so I grinned and slowly exited the guildhall. With a pocket filled with coins and a new skill burning a hole in my pants, I was ready to find Arturous and nap. Surely, the next realm I get transported to won''t be nearly as hostile. Chapter 42: Eraths Questions I returned to the beach and found Arturous in his usual spot. His constant snoozing had initially made me concerned, but after talking with Teddy, apparently, it was the norm. Go figure; a bear likes to slumber. "Alright, big guy, I''m going to absorb a new skillstone. Watch over me in case I end up almost dying again. Got it?" I asked as I lay down and scratched the bear''s neck. "Ghhrrrrrrrr," Arturous responded. I nodded thoughtfully to show that I was listening and brought forth the silver crystal into my hand. Its surface was like a mirror that reflected my smiling face. I should have been scared or worried about what was to come, but my excitement overwhelmed any fear. Closing my eyes, I held the stone firmly in my hand and channeled a thread of mana down my arm. The mana released from my palm and entered the crystal, breaking the solid stone into a fine dust. As the dust seeped into my skin and I felt a new energy enter my body, I let the world fall away and went into my soulspace. I saw a misty lake with a solitary island emerging from the lake of mana. As I looked on, my glowing skill wisps appeared before me. Three orbs, which represented my familiars, were flying in circles above the island where new energy was beginning to accumulate. I willed myself forward within my inner world and joined the wisps as they floated above the island. Each new pulse of energy solidified the mana and slowly coloured the shapeless mass. The new glowing wisp started to float downward after what felt like an hour but was less than a dozen seconds in the real world. It remained hovering in the air, lifeless and incomplete. A mental query to my system pulled up my status sheet, and I could feel the others excited to see my new skill. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn (Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills: Passive Skills: Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood Child of Mana Dread Guardian''s Apology The skill''s evolution was surprising. I knew my mark would evolve skills to fit me, but adding words and the omission of parry was an unexpected change. It sounded cooler if not more of a mouthful than before. I shrugged and bid farewell to my spirits before leaving my soulspace. Although I could have stayed longer to study the wisp, I didn''t want to delay any further. It was time to contract a new familiar. I relaxed and gave Arturous a final scratch behind the ears before letting my mana flow freely and connect to the skill. The mana heeded my command, and I felt it stir inside my chest. Pathways were created, widening the flow of mana available to the skill wisp, and I felt reality pull my consciousness to the void. My final inhale of air timed perfectly as I became untethered and was transported through the planes. When I regained physical awareness, I opened my eyes and instinctively stepped back. I found myself within a confined space, enclosed by rocks, trees, and crystals. Pillars of considerable height encircled me on all sides, and the summoning circle beneath my feet was almost imperceptible. But the almost peaceful-looking scenery wasn''t what made me take a step back. It was the giant crystal suspended in a ring of metal that caught my eye. Eight points of opaque crystal were attached to a metal ring. Several layers jutted out from the middle, making the giant structure look like a star-shaped flower. I stayed still and waited to see if this was the guardian of this realm, but I was met with silence. There was no wind, and the light of the sun didn''t fluctuate as there were no clouds in the sky. The only thing around was me inside the circle and the giant crystal that let off a dull glow of red and blue. This was my fourth time doing this process, so I closed my eyes and began firing up the circle. I could feel the lines etched into the ground draw in my mana like a sponge. Within range of my mana sense, I could feel where the lines condensed around the pillars as they slowly drew mana up the stone material. If I looked with my eyes, I would probably see runes or glyphs light up the dark stone. It was a common feature in summoning circles that made me wish I had my notebook with me. Cal would have been a good source of knowledge if I could recreate the symbols. Gradually, my body began to freeze, and the typical coldness started to stiffen me. My limbs were going numb, and it was becoming challenging to breathe. I was about to reduce the flow of mana when I heard a melodic voice that resonated in my ears. "That is enough, young Lord." I clamped down on my mana channels and slowly opened my eyes. Around me, the environment had brightened while streams of light began to rise into the air. They twinkled in and out like reversed shooting stars, and the summoning circle was now clearly visible as white light lit up the area. As I gazed at the pillars, I observed the emergence of white glyphs lighting up the dark stone. Each part of the column was adorned with a solitary row of glyphs, encircling it and illuminating the area with a brilliant glow. "Curious one, are you?" Again, the voice spoke, and I looked around to find its speaker. The voice sounded male. Its sound was telepathic since a voice that loud would have shaken the ground with its thrum. "I am here. Look before you." Said the voice, its sound a mixture of deep echoes and light humming. Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. When I looked forward, all I saw was the massive crystal star. Even as the area before it was now lit and empowered by my mana, it remained the same. Its dull glow switched between shades of reds and blues, and the light emitted from the crystal was low. "You have summoned me here, lordling. State thy name." This time, I saw it. When the voice entered my mind, the giant crystal before me lit up as if it was talking. Each word was a different burst of red or blue light that shone inside the glass. I wasn''t stupid. This was obviously the guardian. And here I was, looking around like a lost fool, as it watched me, waiting. Not wanting to anger another guardian and have another near-death experience, I stepped forward and lowered my head in a bow. "Greetings, great guardian. My name is Cyrus. My apologies for not noticing you earlier." I kept my tone as respectful as possible while keeping my voice steady. There wasn''t fear welling up inside up, but wonder. A giant living crystal was the guardian of this realm. To see a being that held a body more elemental in nature rather than blood and flesh was awesome. "And I greet you, young Lord. My name is not something that can be translated into organic sounds. So you may call me Erath." I raised my head and looked directly at the center of the crystal guardian. There were no eyes that I could see, but I felt that was where the consciousness originated from. "I have come to offer my skill, Reflective Coat of the Mirror Beast." A series of flashing lights whirled around the guardian. When one of the streams of mana lights touched the surface of his body, it would burst into small particles. This went on as a low hum started to rise. After a minute of silence, the lights stopped flashing, and Erath''s main body lit up with crimson light, bright enough to dye the world red. "Answer me this, lordling. What is it you seek?" The unexpected question caught me off guard, and I ended up staring dumbly at the guardian. Something about the way he asked made me think he wanted an answer beyond the obvious. And a deep feeling in my gut told me that lying to Erath wouldn''t go well for me. So, I paused and gave the question some thought. What did I seek? I could answer that I wanted a spirit to help me in battle. That a tank of some kind would be perfect for rounding out my roster, but that felt too shallow. My thoughts drifted to all the small moments where I shared my food and drink with Zharia and ¨¢ine. Even Erebus would spend time with me, sitting, resting, and waiting for a new task to begin¡ªall those moments I spent cuddling with my familiars, relying on and caring for them. To me, my spirits were more than tools. They mattered beyond the basic need of magic. Combat and healing, looting, and convenience were tasks that mattered, things my familiars helped accomplish or participate in. But I cared for them like they were my children, in a way. Too sapient to be a pet, too young to be an adult, and too personal to be more than a servant and their master. As Erath''s red light bared down on me, these thoughts went through my head. As I looked up and tried to use my senses to pierce beyond his crystal shell, I found my answer. There could be no other answer. I held my head high and stared unflinchingly under the pressure of Erath''s presence. "That answer is simple, guardian," I said in complete solemnity. "I seek a companion. A friend I care for, and in turn, they care for me. I want to reach the grandest heights with the rest of my familiars. To grow strong and seek ascension beyond my mortal means. That is what I seek." The light intensified, and I could feel my eyes begin to dry. However, I dared not blink, caught up in the moment. I wasn''t sure what the guardian could do to me, but I knew it helped facilitate my options. If I wanted a familiar who was suited for me, who resonated with my soul, I needed to pass whatever test Erath was giving. Finally, the ominous red light dimmed, and in return, a soothing blue replaced its presence. It was neither bright nor dull, merely visible enough to add a gentle calm to the area. The streams of light that rose into the air began to swirl lazily around me. I watched as each stream gathered like a vortex was pulling them in, with Erath as its center. Each stream was met with silent bursts of dazzling colours that added to the controlled chaos. And when the final stream of light was sucked into Erath''s surface, his blue glow faded till only the tips of each point were alit. This time, when Erath spoke, it was with a series of chimes and drums. His body blazed a soft purple light. "You have answered with truth and conviction behind your words. Your goal is worthy of an ascender. Your goal is worthy of a young Spirit Lord. Tell me, Cyrus. Will you trust me?" The question wasn''t even a real question to my ears. I wasted no time nodding my head. "I do." Out of all the things that could happen next, I would have never imagined the guardian to shoot a laser beam onto the ground only a couple of feet away from the circle line. It was a purple beam of energy that made a sound like a thunderstorm. I nearly broke my poise and went to cover my ears, but as quick as the beam appeared, it was gone. In its place, along the somehow untouched ground, sat one of the cutest creatures I ever saw. As it stood, it let out a soft mew that broke the silence that flooded the area. Purple shards of what looked like crystals fell off its body as it moved around, and when its eyes landed on me, I found a name on the tip of my tongue. Approaching the edge of the summoning circle, I willed the obsidian athame into my left hand and held out my right. With a quick jerk, the razor-sharp dagger sliced a red line into my palm, and blood started to pool. Curling my fingers so the blood didn''t spill, I approached the circle''s edge and held my hand out. The little black and white tiger cub crawled forward slowly, almost suspicious of my actions. His face was absolutely adorable as he watched me with his purple eyes. I didn''t say a word, content to let the spiritbeast approach when it deemed itself ready. Luckily, I didn''t have to wait long as the cub sniffed the air a few times and honed in on my bleeding hand. Its eyes widened into round plates as it dilated. Like a great cat ready for the kill, it lowered its body to the ground and spread its paws. It was amusing watching the little spirit hype itself up. And when the tiger cub pounced towards me, it leaped once, then twice, and dug its nails into the ground as it landed. His wet nose touched my hand, tickling it with his whiskers. When it began lapping up the blood, I spoke its name and channeled mana through my palm. "I name you, Magnus." After completing the ritual, a new weight filled my soul, and I felt my mana shift to accommodate the latest addition. Magnus broke into silver and purple motes that rushed into my chest. With the ritual complete, I stood up and tucked the athame into a sheath on my belt. The sheath was not there before I summoned the athame, but like everything, I accepted the magical b.s. for what it was and moved on. "Before you return to your plane, may I query you?" Erath asked. I raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Only if I can ask some in return." There was a series of flashing lights that somehow gave me the impression that the guardian said yes. "Why did you agree to trust me?" "I can''t describe it well enough, but I felt I could. It''s like I have a vague recollection of knowledge that tells me to trust your sincerity in your title as a guardian. To question that loyalty would be silly. Of all my encounters with guardians, only one has ever harmed me, and that was a special case." Erath paused again, and I could see trails of light flow out from his center and into his points. I decided to ask my own question in turn while he seemed to consider my words. "My turn. What would you have done if I had lied about my answer?" "My role as guardian of this realm is simple. I am to protect the land around the circle and maintain the glyphs. When a summoner comes to make a contract, I am to use my judgment to provide the summoner with the chance to bond with a spirit. If you had lied, I would have provided you with a choice of spirits with the least compatibility. If all spirits had rejected your offer, my task would be complete, and I would banish you from this realm. If you had argued and fought back and breached the protection of your circle, I''d have turned you into less than ash." I didn''t know the guardians could banish you from the realm. Even with the weird knowledge stored inside my soul that I could sometimes access, I had nothing on failing the contract. It was stuff like this that I wish Cal was around more often for me to interrogate. When I noticed the lights on Erath''s body dim again, I stopped my musing and looked at his center. "Thank you for the knowledge. I am ready for your next question." "My final query then. What''s your reasoning for that newborn''s name?" "It''s from an old language back on my original world. It means ''great'' or ''greatest''. I saw a cub, green as grass. But in my head? I envisioned the day he would evolve to become a king. The largest of cats that prowled the land, unbothered by his surroundings." Another long pause followed, and this time, Erath turned a deep violet. Each point of his body shone a bright pale light bordering on pearl white. Suddenly, I felt the mana around the circle start to fade, and a tugging sensation spawned in my chest. When I looked around, the glow of the glyphs on the pillars began fading. Erath''s melodic words thrummed in my head as I started to fall. "I have processed your mana, young Lord. I have heard your words and felt the sincerity of your character. The marks of multiple beings, some greater than I intertwine your soul. Fate-touched, marked by the Grand Weave itself, I do not know what the future holds for you but know that I await your ascension with deep interest. If you are ever to visit the elemental planes, I will welcome you into my personal domain, should you come. Now, return to your realm. May the Weave guide you." The suddenness of Erath''s words was surprising, and I felt an excited energy in my chest that bubbled and interacted with my soulspace. But an annoying realization came to mind as I continued to fall below the plane. I just got stiffed on my final question! Chapter 43: Magnus Debut I sighed, contented, as I buried my head in Arturous''s surprisingly soft fur. Next to me, Teddy was using the massive bear''s shoulder as a backrest while we listened to Celanae''s cooing. "Do you want some more gems, little one? I got some delicious quartz, all nice and polished!" Celanae asked as she held Magnus in her lap. From the soul-link, I could feel the confused yet excited feelings running through the cat''s head. He may not have understood why Celanae was lavishing him with delicious food, but he was content so long as she kept petting him. "Do you think raw gems or cut gems taste better? And does anyone think it''s weird to see a cat eating crystals," Igas asked as he watched Celanae feed the spirit another gem. "I vote half my share of next delve''s loot that he likes cut gems better," Teddy dared. "I''ll take that bet, half my share, that he likes raw gems more," Isaac countered confidently. Eodyne shook her head and summoned the betting board. "I agree with Teddy. I vote for cut. Also, why is it weird? We once fought a lava turtle who ate stone like it was grass. This is no more stranger than that." "You two are wrong. Raw gems would have more material on them, more to eat, more to enjoy," Isaac argued. "And that''s why I agree with Teddy. Tell me, if I presented you with a lump of meat, would you enjoy the entire thing cooked, with fat trimming and gristle attached? Or would you want the juiciest and most tender cut, with the most flavour?" Isaac scowled at Eodyne''s words. "Damn, didn''t think of that." All four turned towards Celanae, and she rolled her eyes as she conjured another pouch of gemstones. The gem she pulled out was refined and polished. There was excited purring from the lazy beast in her lap, and I rolled my eyes. "You''re going to spoil him. He''ll become so fat; I''ll have to roll him at enemies. I don''t think a tiger-cub bowling ball is what I had in mind when I made the contract," I called out as I laid my hand over my eyes to block out the afternoon sun. "I don''t know what a bowling ball is, but it wouldn''t matter. He''s a spiritbeast. He won''t get fat from a few extra gems," Celanae said dismissively. I could have pointed out that she was feeding him a lot more than a few extra gems, but I didn''t. If she wanted to spoil the beastie, then she could go right ahead. She might even feed him something that''ll help him grow. Who knows? As I was content to rest my eyes and enjoy the gentle breeze, I tuned the others out and let my mind go clear. So much had happened within such a short timeframe, and I wanted to get in my moments of peace while I could. Tomorrow would be Magnus'' first time in the dungeon, and there were only a couple more times I could reserve the first floors of the dungeon to myself. The festival was coming up, and the others had remained vague about the whole thing. Their excuse was that they had only heard snippets from Brelten about his experience during the festival, but I could tell they were keeping some details close to heart. I didn''t think the reason was anything malicious; they were probably trying to be overly considerate. Even when the others joined me on the beach after returning from the contracting ritual, they all gave me concerned glances in their own way. It felt like they were walking on eggshells around me, and I could only sigh at their actions. About twenty minutes later, I heard shuffling and felt a tap on my shoulder. I opened one eye and saw Teddy motion to my left. When I flipped over to see what the issue was, I saw three people approaching. The one walking ahead of the triangle was the big saurian beastkin, who I suspected Travis traded his skillstone for. The blue-haired elven woman was to his left, and the skinny lizardman was just slightly behind her to the larger beastkin''s right. The rest of the group went silent as the trio approached, and I could feel the tension build. I didn''t think a fight was about to happen, but how the trio''s leader walked made Eodyne and Isaac alert. The bigger lizardkin came to a stop about a meter away from Arturous'' prone form. He was admittedly a beefy motherfucker. He was at least a foot taller than Igas, and his arms were nearly twice as muscular. With his stiff stance and sharp eyes, it gave him a naturally intimidating look. When nobody said anything, Teddy stood up and put on a friendly smile. "What can I do for you, friend?" The beastkin narrowed his eyes, and he raised his arm. I could feel Magnus'' sudden alarm, and he hopped onto my lap as his fur bristled. But instead of an attack, the large saurian pointed a clawed finger my way. "You." I touched Magnus'' neck and gently pushed him down in case he tried something stupid. With my other hand, I pointed it to myself and raised an eyebrow. "Me?" He crossed his arms and completely ignored Teddy as he moved closer. In the corner of my vision, I could see the others tense up and ready to summon their weapons if something went wrong. And under my hand, Magnus'' fur began to stiffen and lose its soft properties. "Don''t activate your skill yet, Magnus. Only if he attacks first," I sent over through our connection. "I''ll sink my fangs into his scales if he harms you, master!" Magnus'' thought-speech sounded like a roaring kitten in my ears, and I struggled not to ''aww.'' Even if the tiger cub enjoyed being pampered, he was at least loyal and protective. With the assurance of my new familiar at the ready, I looked up and into the beastkin''s eyes with a smile. "Generally speaking, it''s polite to introduce yourself before you come barging in." To my and everyone''s surprise, the beastkin nodded and stepped back while lowering his arms. "I am Groxl, and my companions are Velisana and Yurlox." I was confused and slightly stunned by the sudden polite introduction. I stopped showing my fangs and waved my free hand to his companions behind him. The elf looked serious as she watched the others. She kept stealing glances at Celanae especially. And Yurlox, the lizardkin looked twice as nervous as before, his eyes darting back and forth. Big brutish leader, a serious elf, and a skittish lizard, ten gold on the last one being the party''s support. Instead of voicing my observation, I placed a hand on my chest while maintaining eye contact. "And I''m Cyrus. What do you want?" The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. "Are you the one who traded the guildmaster one of his skillstones for this?" Groxl asked as he held up the skillstone containing Tide Stalker. "Yeah? What about it?" "One favour." "What?" "You did not take the old man''s prized stone. And you have provided me the means to ascend. I owe you one favour, within reason." Before I could say anything, he stalked back the way he came, and the other two left, following in his wake. There was silence as I was still processing the whiplash of the interaction. In my lap, Magnus was looking at the disappearing figure of Groxl in confusion. The cub probably picked up on my confusion from our bond and was trying to figure out whether I was in danger. Seemingly, he must have decided everything was fine, and I was not in harm''s way because he spun once before plopping between my legs. His fur was soft again, and his fuzzy head buried itself underneath the fold of my pants. "What was that about?" Igas asked as he stared at me. I held up a hand and waved him off. "Don''t look at me. All I did was trade in my skillstone for one I liked better. If the dude wants to owe me a favour as some weird repayment of a self-imposed debt, then that''s on him." Igas stared briefly before shrugging and continued playing with a chunk of ice in his hand. Every bit of movement of his fingers would shape the ice further. With Igas having satisfied his curiosity, only Celanae and Teddy gave me a final glance before they resumed whatever they were doing before Groxl approached. With the potential drama over and abated, I closed my eyes and tried to nap as Magnus prevented me from getting up. There was no way in hell I would disturb the little guy.
"Pathetic. Disgraceful spirit." Zharia''s chirps were harsh, and she held nothing back as she glared at Magnus being held in my arms. "Now, now, be nice to him, Zharia. He does not have wings as you do, and you ride on my shoulder all the time," I replied tiredly. While it was nice to have the girls and Magnus out simultaneously, it came with its own challenges. I now distinctly understood what Mrs. Delena must have felt like trying to wrangle and discipline Sam and me back in second grade. That thought made me pause, and I probed my brain for more details, but as I tried to remember more of my time back in school, I couldn''t recall anything else. The memory bled through my distinct knowledge of what I knew and didn''t know so easily that I didn''t even question the fact that I finally remembered something from when I was that young. The memory was a small victory in reclaiming my locked memories. "Master?" Magnus mewed. I continued trudging through the waterlogged hallway as I cleared my thoughts. "I''m fine, Magnus. I was just remembering something. And Zharia, I''m serious. It''s unfair of you to be annoyed at Magnus when he can''t even stand in the water. I''m sure you''d be just as miserable if you were in his body." "I would find a way!" I groaned and stopped when we reached a bend where I knew two ghostfish would be floating in the next section. So far, my dreams of having Magnus be an awesome spell-eating tank were currently on hold. One look at the still-dripping cub in my arms dispelled such grandeur. While he could swim surprisingly well for a newborn who had never seen water, it slowed him and hindered his ability to block the ghostfish''s strands from sailing past him. Initially, the first encounter was supposed to be the grand showing of my new familiar, but in his excitement, he leapt from my arms too early and ended up plopping into the water, completely out of position to block the four crimson strands flying my way. Luckily, I was a veteran when it came to dealing with these particular dungeon monsters, and I eliminated the two with ease. When I rescued Magnus from the water, he was embarrassed at his failure, and Zharia didn''t help with the lecture she inflicted upon him. And now that we were about to face another pair of ghostfish, I had a better idea of what to do. "Alright, girls. Resting time is over. It''s time to try something new, and I don''t know how it will go, so fly back a couple of feet just in case." Zharia and ¨¢ine hopped off my shoulders and flew backwards. This would be the first time using this particular form, so I wasn''t sure what would happen. And it never hurt to be safe when you could at least remind yourself to be. I raised Magnus into the air and looked him in the eyes. "Are you ready?" "Yes..." Magnus replied. Short and sweet, huh? Oh well. Since I wanted to see the transformation''s appearance from the outside, I didn''t dive into my soulspace. As I let mana rush down my channels, I felt the skill activate, and I watched as Magnus broke into particles of light, both silver and purple. When his energy sunk into my body, I could see tufts of white fur sprout from my limbs. Like usual, it bypassed the physical material of my gauntlets and legs, and the long strands of fur jutted out. All around me, I saw what looked like shards of glass orbit my body and rise into the air like a twister. The fragments caught the dim light and reflected it like a disco ball, pelting the water with a shotgun light spray. When the transformation finished, and Spirit Lord''s Invocation settled inside my soul, I looked down at the water and observed the halo floating above my head. It was made of silver glass that gave off a faint purple light that highlighted the stripes of black fur lining my cloak. As I flexed my fingers, I could feel a strange energy bend with it. The feeling was almost imperceptible, but I could tell it was there. It was as if a new sense I had always had was now being made aware, and I was too rusty to use it actively. I spent a half minute trying to grasp the new feeling, but I had to give up when the girls flew closer and saw them staring at me. "What do you think? To showcase my new transformation, I did a playful spin. "Cool!" "Weird energy." Well, at least I had one supporter who was always ready to hype me up. I gave the two of them a final pat on the head, and I picked up the spear I had laid against the wall. It was time to see what the new skill could do. I approached casually, the Dread Guardian''s perk in full effect as the pair of ghostfish ignored my presence. While this dungeon was surprisingly suited for me, thanks to the perk, I still hated having to deal with all the water. As the nearest ghostfish got within a couple of inches, I shot my hand out and grabbed it along its spine. I only needed one of the monsters to do experiments with, so I quickly smashed it against the wall and used both hands to rip its head off. Quickly tossing the skull aside, I gripped my spear and lunged into a full extend. The blade of my weapon sliced through one of the four strands, and I let it fall into the water as I rushed closer. It was unneeded for this next part. I got within grabbing reach, but I didn''t grab it. Instead, I kicked with my right foot, forcing the monster to float upwards. I couldn''t have the thing sink into the water and become incorporeal. Three strands shot out, and I ducked under one while taking two on the arm. Instinctively, I channeled mana down my arms and felt a hard, crystalline material coat my arms. The two strands impacted the newly grown crystal casing, and I felt a strange energy transfer through the shell and into the fur along my arms. The energy continued its way down to the tips of my nails, and I knew what to do. Taking a step to the side to face the ghostfish''s body, I reached for the power welling at my fingertips and clawed at the air. Before I completed my action, I watched as five crimson lines sliced through the space between my hand and the monster. When the angry energy came into contact with the ghostfish, it exploded, and the monster was knocked back as if I had hit it five times in quick succession. Several ribs shattered upon impact, and a large crack splintered one of its spinal discs. The hits must have stunned it because its body began to sink into the water, and the flesh strands it controlled stopped moving. Before it could potentially escape making a sneak attack, I grabbed it by the cracked part of its spine and brought it down on my knee with a quick jerk. The bone shattered into pieces, and the halves of the monster''s body flopped lifelessly in my hands. For good measure, I popped off its skull and yeeted it down the hallway. Now that the fight was over, the girls approached and landed on my shoulders. I glanced at them briefly before turning my attention to my arms and the new crystal shell that had grown over them. It was a reflective glass that looked like a partially see-through mirror. When I tapped my equally covered claws against the surface, it made a tinkling sound. "Thoughts, everyone?" I asked. "Cool!" Zharia chirped. "Hard and Shiny," ¨¢ine whispered. "Mmmm..." The last one was more of an impression I got from Magnus. I shouldn''t be surprised, but I had at least hoped the other two spirits would be excited. With a quick walk to pick up my spear, I turned and stared at the gloomy hallway before me. Time to stress test this shit. Chapter 44: Final Transactions and Overdue Explanations I knocked on the door three times and stepped back. By now, I could navigate my way to the room with my eyes closed. And with this being the last time I would be able to stop here and unload my alchemy ingredients, I wanted to get in a final farewell before the festival started. When the door opened, I was shocked that there wasn''t a random cloud of smoke that erupted forth. That''s the first time I''ve seen that open without something spewing out. It looks wrong. Khrem pulled the door open, and I waved hello before I handed him a bag of grilled squid, or at least what looked like squid. It didn''t matter what kind of sea creature was on the stick as long as it tasted good. He stuffed one of the sticks in his mouth and led the way into the room. To my surprise, the alchemy cauldrons were off, and no experiments were running. And Travis was nowhere to be found. I turned to look at Khrem after surveying the room. "Did I step into an alternate universe? How come the lab is dead?" Khrem tossed the squid, stick and all, into his mouth and chased it down with a vial full of pink liquid from a nearby table. After he swallowed the strange and fizzing drink, he motioned to a covered crate in the back corner. "We finished early today, and Master Travis is busy dealing with paperwork. Too many groups want to reserve the dungeon for their use." I looked at him suspiciously but walked deeper into the room and peered at the crate. Its contents were veiled behind a sheet of dark leather. Carefully, I lifted the covering and saw two rows of neatly separated vials. The swirling blue mist inside the vials gave off a fluorescent glow. When I reached inside and grabbed one of the vials to examine it, I noticed the glass container was the same enchanted vial that held the ghostgoop whenever I looted it. Khrem came closer and crouched down to pull out a second, smaller crate from behind the desk. When he set it on the counter, he tossed the cloth covering to the side and revealed six bulbous vials that held a glowing green liquid. "What''s all this?" I asked as I picked up one of the larger vials. "Bomb," Khrem said emotionlessly. I nearly dropped the vial in my hand, but I kept my cool and calmly placed it back inside the crate. Turning to face the sharkman alchemist, I gave him an unamused stare. "Explain." He lifted one of the bulbous vials and shook it. The ghostsnot-green liquid sloshed around, but that was all. Setting it down, he turned and gave me a wide grin, showing off his row of shark teeth. "Completely safe. Reacts to the air when the liquid is exposed. It makes everything floaty and creates an obfuscation effect in the air. Think numerous ripples in a small pond." I continued glaring at the beastkin but was the first to give as I sighed and pointed to the crate of twelve vials. "And this?" "Potions. Temporary invisibility. It''s not what we were aiming for, but it''s a decent enough effect that we officially decided to list its recipe. We had enough to make four batches. The recipe is, unfortunately, inefficient. We used three times the expected amount of material." As he explained, I was trying to come up with ideas on how to use the bombs and new potions and wondering if I wanted to buy some. When Khrem finished his explanation, I stroked my imaginary beard, much to my annoyance, and twirled the vial. "How much are you selling this for?" He pointed to the crate of bombs first. "Not the most useful mixture, so with the cost of materials, we were thinking around three gold for two." He then knocked on the crate of potions. "It''s nearly a potion of true invisibility, but the effect lasts only three minutes. We could easily sell this for eight gold each." With the amount of time spent brewing the potions, the cost didn''t surprise me. However, there was one thing in particular that caught my attention. "What do you mean nearly a potion of true invisibility?" "The potion doesn''t just make you almost impossible to spot. It makes your body enter into a slight form of incorporeality. Your scent and, to an extent, your presence are erased during the three minutes the potion is in effect. If we could tune our recipe to extend the potion''s effects, we could sell it for four times its current worth." I let out a low whistle. "That''s a lot." I grinned at the beastkin and gave him a thumbs up. "Congrats, Khrem, you guys did amazing work. I guess I will need to look for invisible saboteurs during the festival event." He gave me a funny look; the way his arms crossed as he cocked his head made me realize I said something wrong. "What?" "What do you expect will happen during the festival?" "If I''m being honest, I''m not sure," I said with a frown. "The others get all weird when I ask them and keep spouting some bullshit about them not being sure. Why? What''s the big event? Is it, not a competition or something?" "No clue." "Huh?" I asked as my eye began twitching. "How do you not know? Didn''t you grow up here?" "As I said, no clue. I was but a hatchling when the last festival happened. And I am no adventurer. My interest lay in alchemy and only alchemy. I never needed nor wanted to know what the festival was about other than it attracts many people to the island." Khrem shrugged as he began covering the crates back up. I wanted to shake the large sharkkin by his shoulders, but I didn''t blame him. The first time I saw him and the guildmaster work frantically to experiment with the ghostgoop was all I needed to know that he was not lying. However, I still thought it was shortsighted not to prepare better for the needs of the adventurers that were flocking to the island. Already, I saw more than a few people using one of Khrem''s burn salves as they recklessly fucked with the wildlife. When he finished messing with the crates, I pulled one of the ghostgoop vials from my inventory. "This is probably my final delivery of the stuff. Luckily, I have enough to fill two crates and half of another, so you''ll have plenty of material to work with. Ever since I got my new skill, delving the dungeons has been much easier, so I''ve been exploring further. Albeit with a babysitter in the form of a car-sized bear." Sorry, Arturous, I love you, but I can handle some dumb fish. He pointed to a table stacked with empty crates, and I filled them with my entire stock of ghostgoop. The clinking of the vials was like a waterfall of bells as the vials clinked together. When one crate was full, I moved on to the next. Ultimately, I underestimated my count, and the third crate was filled about three-fourths of the way. "Welp, there yah go. Apparently, I looted more than I thought. Hopefully, you and Travis can make bank selling to all the adventurers. Buy yourself some flowers or something, or perhaps some good sushi." Khrem stared with his inexpressive face, undeterred by my attempts to tease him. "Sometimes you speak strange words that I do not know the meaning of. Whatever this su-shee is, I am sure it would not be enough to fill me." I chuckled at his attempt to pronounce sushi. "Imagine raw seafood, finely cut, wrapped in or on top of a roll of seaweed, filled with a soft and fluffy grain flavoured with a sweet and tangy sauce, and some slices of fukatho. It was a bit of a delicacy back where I''m from. And you''re right, you''d either need ones that are supersized to fit you or an extra-extra-large helping." If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. At least this world had avocado, even if it was purple rather than green. Khrem pulled open a drawer and rummaged around. "Sounds delicious. Maybe you can make some next time you host a feast at the beach." I began to hold up my hands in protest, but he stopped me by tossing an extra sack of coins. I didn''t need to open it to know it was filled with a lot of gold. "I was preparing myself to find Travis to collect my payment. I''m pleasantly surprised, though. Thank you, Khrem." He shrugged his shoulders. "When you skipped your last visit, he assumed you were preparing a larger haul. He prepared accordingly. And do not thank me; it is merely payment owed." This time, I shrugged my shoulders in reply. "Even so, thank you. It''s been a fun couple of weeks." I was about to turn and leave when a thought struck my mind. Instead of walking out, I approached the covered crates and held up one of the invisibility potions. "Any chance I could buy a couple of these? Figured it wouldn''t hurt to have something that could save my life." Instead of replying, Khrem walked over and stacked the crates together. Lifting them, he lightly shoved them into my chest, forcing me to raise my arms quickly. When I tried to give the crates back, thinking he accidentally stumbled and pushed them into me, he shook his head and stepped away. "Uhm, I know I''ve been raking in a decent amount of coin from the ghostgoop, but this is a little outside my spending range," I said as I tried unsuccessfully to return the stack of crates. Again, he stepped away, and this time, I saw the flash of his pearly-white teeth, his grin wide. "No need. They''re yours." "What? Nooo, they''re not." "Yeess, they are. Master Travis and I agreed that the first batch would be yours. Do not insult us by denying our gift." I narrowed my eyes and shifted the crate into one arm while I used my now-freed limb to gesture to the beastkin. "But why? This was a business transaction. I don''t want to take the spoils of your guys'' hard work." He shook his head. "Cyrus, you do not understand how much joy you have created by supplying the materials. Not only did we create two new recipes for goods, but we also have the chance to fine-tune and create more. Ever since Master Travis started teaching me his craft, we have only made a single new creation. What you gave us was the chance to live our lives fully as an alchemist in the past few weeks. And we still have more to come. So again, accept the vials and begone." I couldn''t help but smile as wide as possible. The time spent with these two was short but fun. And the casual conversations with Khrem were a fun change of pace from talking with the others. Having the two alchemists treat me like a friend was more than touching. Instead of ruining the moment and insulting their gift, I extended my arm into a fistbump. Khrem stared at my raised fist with curiosity for a few seconds before reaching out his fist and tapping it against mine. Bumping fists with an anthropomorphic shark. What a time to be alive. I said my farewells and headed out of the guildhall. Unlike a week ago, the guild was filled with random groups of people, and I had to maneuver my way between the crowded space. On my way out, I saw Travis talking to a pissed-off elf, a scowl deeply etched into the man''s face. When he saw me, his face perked up, and I waved goodbye while hefting up the crates so he could see what I was carrying. He returned my smile with an acknowledging grin and waved goodbye. Even if the potions were nice, I didn''t want to shatter my worldview of Inoria by meeting a fantasy equivalent of a Karen. When I returned to the inn and made my way up the stairs, I found Teddy conversing with Celanae. Quickly waving hi, I plopped the stacked crates at the end of my bed and sat down with a satisfied groan. Before they could ask any questions, I reached under the covers, concealing the crate''s contents, and pulled out one vial from both crates. I tossed them over to the two, Teddy catching the potion while Celanae the bomb. While they examined the vials, I leaned forward and placed my hand on my leg, cupping my chin. Teddy was busy studying the enchantments on the vial while Celanae began lightly shaking the bomb. "Aaah, maybe don''t do that while inside an enclosed environment. Would be kinda bad if you did," I warned. Celanae immediately stopped her shaking and slowly lowered the vial into her lap. "Why?" she asked, suspicion echoing in her voice. "What is this? "A bomb." She reacted by tossing it in the air and sending a burst of mana down her arms. I watched as the bomb was encased in a thick crystal barrier. The moment of panic was over, and she turned to look at me, anger in her eyes. "Cyrus, don''t hand me random things that can explode!" Even Teddy looked at me with annoyance in his eyes. Not wanting to let the joke get out of hand, I held up both hands and stopped them from yelling again. "Smoke bomb at best, and you''d need to crack the glass. You''re fine, I promise. Just figured I get some payback, that''s all." Celanae still looked annoyed but less so than before. Teddy, for his part, let out a small groan before holding up the vial filled with glowing blue liquid. "And this? I don''t recognize the colour." "Ah, so apparently, Khrem and Travis'' experiments bore fruit but not in the way they wanted. The bomb was one accidental discovery, and that," I said as I pointed to the vial in his hands. "Is apparently something close to true invisibility. The effect lasts three minutes. Khrem explained how it makes you partially incorporeal and hides your scent and presence, but I''m still unsure how that works." The two shared some surprised faces while they did a doubletake at the potion in Teddy''s hands. "That''s an impressive find. Even if the effects last only three minutes, that''s more than enough time for its use. If they could extend the time, this would be worth a lot of gold," Celanae remarked. I nodded my head. "Khrem said the same thing. He estimated its current worth around six to eight gold. And he said after they tweak the recipe, they should get about three to four times that amount. I''m happy for them. They have been working hard the past couple of weeks." Teddy whistled softly. "Impressive indeed. It''s rare for someone with a harvest-type skill to be around to farm dungeon materials. Even in the capital, where some of the top guilds and families have access to such skills, it''s rare enough that alchemists struggle to discover new recipes. You did a good thing by finding Khrem, Cyrus. This will help save some lives during the festival." "Oh?" I said as I raised an eyebrow. "I figured most groups wouldn''t be able to afford the price." "You''d be right. Even for a team of tier twos, ten gold can be expensive for a potion, but you''re underestimating its worth. Ten gold for a chance to escape and live another day or sneak and ambush something before it can kill you is too good of an opportunity to pass up. Adventurers will fork over the coin for these products; they''d be a fool not to," Celanae explained. I examined the potion in Teddy''s hand with a more critical lens. Logically, it made sense even if I thought three minutes was too short to do anything. In my defence, though, I was too used to hanging around people like Isaac and Eodyne, the former who could literally disappear into the shadowrealm and later was practically able to fly. My standards of what I thought was needed were not the same as others. When they tried handing me back the vials, I held up a hand and stopped them. Before they could ask what was up, I pulled out four more potions and another bomb and tossed them over. Their eyes widened, and they gave me a look of concern. "Hey, don''t look at me like that. I know I made some good money lately, but I''m not that rich. Take it. They''re yours. I''d rather know you guys have an item to help you if something goes wrong. And besides, Khrem gave me the first batch as a gift. So, don''t worry about my finances," I said dismissively. Instead of protesting, Teddy placed a hand on Celanae''s arm and gave me a nod, his face serious. "Thank you, Cyrus. I''ll distribute one to the others tonight." "Good, good." I nodded while slowly leaning forward until I was only a few feet away. "So how about you finally tell me what the festival is? Because Khrem was too young to remember, and he didn''t care enough to find out. And it''s literally in a couple of days, so spill. What''s the secret you guys have been keeping like a kid hiding the obvious cookie jar behind his back." No more dodging my question. I''ll get my answer one way or another. They shared uncomfortable faces before Teddy let out a deep sigh. His face firmed again, and he looked me dead in the eye. "We have been trying to avoid telling you because of the nature of the festival. And we were concerned about how it would affect you. I''m sorry, that wasn''t our decision to make, but I stand by my choice to wait until you were feeling more stable." I blinked my eyes rapidly, wondering where this was going. I rolled my hand, motioning for Teddy to continue. Another sigh followed by a deep breath in. Inhale, exhale, inhale, hold, release. "During the third day of the festival at seven at night, it will be exactly twenty years since the last festival event. And then, that''s when the main event starts. And Cyrus, the reason why we have been less than forthcoming is because..." "Yeah?" "It''s a rift scenario. All we know is it has something to do with the noble fall and sacrifice of the mortal who became a goddess, Ysana. Outside of that, Uncle Brelten has not told us what we will face inside the rift. We know it''ll separate the tiers, so we won''t be able to interact with each other once we''re inside." A strange silence filled the room after Teddy''s revelation. They both stared at me with concern, as if they expected me to have a mental breakdown. In reality, I found it funny and was annoyed. A rift? They were walking on eggshells because they thought I''d freak out about a rift. In truth, I felt nothing other than some excitement. It wasn''t like I was still experiencing nightmares. Those had stopped over a week ago. So, instead of exploding or shitting myself while crying like they seemed to expect, I shrugged my shoulders and laid back in my bed. When their stares continued to grow more concerned, I let out a defeated chuckle. "Whatever you expect is going to happen, I''m sorry to disappoint. A rift? Seriously? If you told me sooner, I could have prepared more supplies. I bet the villagers have jacked up the prices now that all the adventurers are here. Shame on you." Celanae''s mouth dropped, and Teddy frowned, but I tossed a pillow at them while I closed my eyes to get some rest. Another rift, huh? Fingers crossed, it doesn''t contain demons. Chapter 45: A Gentle Spar I opened my eyes and exhaled while slowly raising my arms into a stretch. Meditating was surprisingly easy nowadays, even if the process still left my body sore and fatigued. But I couldn''t complain. Progress required work, and I needed those mana channels carved and refined. And every time I summoned one of the girls and their mana pools were larger and their skills stronger, it made it all worth it. "Rank up again?" Teddy asked from across the room. I gave him a smug smile and pulled up my status sheet. At the same time, I willed the sheet to be shared with him and waited for his reaction. A quick thought pulled up my status sheet. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn (Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills: Passive Skills: Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood Child of Mana Dread Guardian''s Apology Crystal Synthesis If I had the chance to do another dungeon run, I would have been able to get the other skills up to rank six, but I was proud of my progress. Especially since my latest skill was nearly two weeks old, I managed to get in some serious work to avoid Magnus lagging behind the others. "I have always heard complaints from others about how my progress was too easy and fast. But after seeing yours, I can honestly say your body is unfair. Nobody can rank up a skill four times within a two-week timeframe. And yet, you managed that while raising your other skills." He said all this while shaking his head in disbelief. It was funny to see, and it made the corner of my mouth twitch in response. "And what''s the new perk? When did you get that? That wasn''t on your status when you showed it to us. Wait, what are you doing?" I averted his gaze as I slowly placed a thumbnail-sized gemstone in my mouth. When he paused to see what I was doing, I tipped my head back and swallowed. The gem was awkward to get down, but I managed to do so without choking. "Cyrus.... Was that... was that one of Magnus'' treats that Celanae gave you?" Teddy asked, disbelief colouring his voice. I slowly slipped the pouch of gemstones into my pants pocket. "Maaaybeee." "Cyrus," he said, completely serious. "Why did I just watch you eat one of those gemstones? Your body shouldn''t even be able to process something like that. What the heck?" I clicked my tongue and pulled up the description of my new perk before sending it over. Teddy''s next question died in his throat as he shut his mouth and read the system message. Crystal Synthesis "So don''t tell Celanae, but yes. I have been eating some of the gemstones. And before you ask, no, I don''t feel any different. And I have no idea what a star crystal is. The system can be so annoyingly vague about things." "Right, huh. Interesting perk. What would the end results look like? I''m especially curious to know how this would affect your evolution. As far as I know, felkins can experience some drastic changes. I shrugged my shoulders and stood up. "I wouldn''t know. Haven''t met anyone else besides Cal, and he''s a god, so my experience with that stuff is pretty limited." "After the festival, we''re heading to the capital. We can try to introduce you to some of the felkin there. I''m sure they would be interested in meeting you. "That''d be great, thanks." As I walked to the door, I noticed another hole in the bottom of my shirt. Frowning, I held it up for Teddy to see. "While we''re in the city, would you happen to know any good tailors? I am running low on clothes. Again. And to be honest, I miss my clothing from the Before. It''d be nice to find someone who could recreate some things off my sketches." Teddy stood up and joined me near the doorway. "Yeah, no problem. We get all of our clothes from a friend. She should be able to make anything you want." The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. "Thanks in advance, then." I let out a deep sigh and squared my shoulders. "Alrighty, time to go get bullied for an hour." "Oh, come on, it''s not too bad." That''s a lie and a half, and you know it.
Igas blocked my attack with a casual swing of his sword. Flicking it downward slowly, I was caught off guard as he abruptly changed direction and entered into a lunge. The heavy weapon took me in the gut, and I was knocked onto my ass. Letting out a series of coughs, I braced the bruised area and lifted my shirt. Already, a big red welt was starting to form, and I let out a groan as my rapid coughing caused more pain to shoot across my body. "That. That was unexpected. Did you have to hit so hard?" I asked in between breaths. Igas planted his training sword into the ground and loomed over me, unamused. "You literally have the ability to mend flesh and cure stamina fatigue. Me temporarily bruising you will not kill you. The better question you should be asking is, ''What did you do wrong.''" I grunted as I stood up and walked over to my dropped spear. "It''s your movements that are messing with me. I''m so used to fighting beasts; I''m not used to all your feints. I still think your acceleration speed is a little ridiculous. The fact you can swing that heavy blade so quickly and easily really throws me off." "Good assessment. This is a common problem with adventurers who don''t grow up with a local dungeon with people-shaped monsters. A wild beast will rarely bait you into an attack, but exceptions to the rule exist." He lifted his sword and walked back to the middle of the training circle. Holding his weapon out with a single arm, he pointed the tip of the blade at my head. "If you insist on engaging in melee combat, you''ll need to get used to this." I nodded to show him I understood and raised my spear again. Off to the side, Eodyne sat on top of a pillar of ice that Igas had created while showing off his skills. I wasn''t sure how she was unbothered by the cold, but she stared like a cold goddess as she officiated our sparring session. From behind her, the rest of the gang watched from their chairs next to Arturous. Getting my ass handed to me in front of a crowd was strange, and it didn''t help the anger that wanted to flare up every time I was knocked down. Still, I sucked it up and moved to my position. ¨¢ine quickly flew from her perch atop Eodyne''s shoulders and sent a wave of healing into my chest. When she flew away, I finally raised my weapon and lowered my stance. We waited, silently. Igas stood like a statue, unbothered by my spear pointing in his direction. At the same time, I was trying to plan out my avenue of attack. The only problem was that Igas was faster, taller, and stronger than me. Combine all that with more than a decade of weapon training and half that in fighting experience, I was not going to win this spar. But that wasn''t the point. Eodyne raised her head and released a shrill whistle that sounded like a sharp clap. Not worrying about the odds of my success, I kicked off my back foot and aimed for the oni''s left shoulder. He shifted his grip to a two-handed style and positioned the blade of his weapon to deflect my attack. The attack wasn''t meant to hit but force him to move, so I pulled back at the last second and twirled my weapon to sneak in a blow to his knee. Igas remained silent as he leaned away from the attack. I tried to swipe my spear across his arm, but he raised his sword to strike beneath the head of the spear and pushed down on the wings. Before I could disengage, his right palm rocketed forward and crunched into my left wrist, causing me to pull back in pain. He stepped closer, planting his leg between mine as he raised his hand for my face. Panicking, I did the only thing I could think of and slammed my skull into his nose, rocking his head back. As much as the savage part of me, tired of losing, grinned, I could not say I came out on top of the exchange. Whatever damage I managed to inflict via the unexpected attack, I managed to harm myself more than I hurt him. Fighting through the pain, I used my only functional hand and grabbed his arm. My claws cut bleeding lines into his skin. The corded muscles underneath his blue flesh prevented me from digging in deep, so I abandoned the effort to disarm him and used his large chest to kick myself backwards. With space separating the two of us, I unsheathed the knife from behind my back and threw it at his head. I didn''t care if the throw landed; I simply needed a distraction. As he flicked his sword and deflected the thrown dagger, I was already charging at him. I kept my body low to the ground, aiming to trip up his legs and dive in to grab my spear. Once I was within a meter away, I turned and dived to Igas'' left and reached my hand out to pick up my weapon. I managed to lay two fingers along the shaft when a cloud of sand suddenly splashed the side of my head. I yelped in surprise as the gritty sand pelted my eyes, forcing me to shut them instinctively. Before I could roll away and rub at my face, the crushing weight of the flat part of Igas'' greatsword took me in the shoulder. My body was sent sprawling across the ground, and with my eyesight filled with stinging sand, I quickly lost my sense of direction as I tumbled into a roll. My body landed somewhere, and I let out a loud groan as everything began to hurt. I must have gotten sand in my ears because I heard some shouting in the background, but I was unable to make out what was said. When a pair of tiny feet landed on my head, I didn''t react as I already knew what ¨¢ine was thinking. As the healing magic started to flow into my body, I calmed my breathing and let the adrenaline flow away. It was nearly a minute later when I felt a hand tapping my arm. I tried to open my eyes, but even ¨¢ine''s magic was not enough to magically clear away the debris. Luckily, I was spared the horror of blindly leading myself to the water when a flask was pushed into my hand. Mumbling thanks to whoever granted me the liquid salvation, I uncapped the flask and poured it over my eyes. ¨¢ine helped clear away some of the more stubborn pieces of sand, and I managed to get my eyesight back. My eyes still stung, but a quick rush of healing from ¨¢ine fixed that problem, and I found myself staring up at Eodyne''s raised eyebrow. "Are you good?" she asked neutrally. I gave a weak cough and a defeated thumbs-up. "Yep. Next time we spar, can we find somewhere that isn''t a beach? I now have a growing hatred for sand." She didn''t reply to my comment and offered me a hand. I took it while ¨¢ine briefly jumped off before joining me on my shoulder once I was standing. I looked at where I was and found, to my surprise, that I was a couple of feet outside the circle. I let out a whistle and shook my head. "I must have rag-dolled like a skipping stone. Did you have to hit me that hard? I''m pretty sure I felt one of my horns break." Igas looked away when I turned to stare at him. It was hilarious seeing the large oni avoiding eye contact. While I thought he may have gone a little overboard with his last attack, I wasn''t mad, which was a pleasant surprise. Last time, things got awkward when I started to rage out during the previous sparring session. Eodyne did a running leap, gliding back over to the ice pillar, and sat back down. When I gave her an exasperated look, she did something with her mana, and a burst of air launched my spear into the ground beside me. "Igas, avoid aiming for the head. Cyrus, don''t abandon your weapon unless it''s the only option left. In a fight without skills, you''re signing your death warrant if you try to engage in a pugilist battle with someone who is still armed." As I dislodged my weapon from the ground, I walked back into the circle and moved into position. ¨¢ine booped me on the nose before flying off to join Eodyne in her perch. Igas nodded once he saw that I was alright and ready to go. Before he raised his sword, he tapped his horn, causing me to raise an eyebrow. "It was good you kept fighting until the end. Those claws of yours are surprisingly sharp, so put them to use. Getting distance after I disabled your hand was not a bad option. The knife throwing could use some work; at least learn to curve the trajectory." He then tapped his horn again. "The headbutt was unexpected and could work on opponents who are less thick-boned than I am. Next time, use your horns; don''t be afraid to gore someone. I''ve ended many fights with a dead monster impaled on my horn." "I''ll keep that in mind. I just didn''t want to go too far in case something bad happened. And what if I manage to impale someone, but now I''m stuck, and they''re not dead?" I asked as I eyed the sharp point of Igas'' horn. He frowned, then shrugged. "If that happens, then do everything you can to free yourself. A bigger opponent will crush you if you can''t escape. I can''t say that has happened to me, but you are smaller." I ignored the accidental dig into my pride and nodded my head. As I held my spear in a two-handed grip, I flashed my fangs. Don''t complain when you get sand between your cheeks, big guy. Eodyne whistled, and the match started again, and even as I found it nearly impossible to win the spar, I was ready to sacrifice a couple of bones to make the tall oni fall. Chapter 46: The Festival Begins As I searched for Arturous, I had to navigate through a crowded area filled with tents and tables. Since the festival was about to begin in less than an hour, and all the attendees had arrived on the island, the city''s inns were already fully occupied. Alish''trala''s prediction came true - by the time the remaining rooms were filling up, she was earning a good profit by charging extra, as people were willing to pay any amount to secure a room. Now that the festival was a couple of hours away, the peaceful yet lively village was filled with an excited energy that blanketed the island. And the one thing I''ve learned firsthand these past few days was that people loved to party. Stomping, kicking, yelling, arguing, fighting, good food and drinks, and more were the constant drums of sound that rolled through the land. And now that I had to shoulder my way past groups of boisterous people, mostly adventurers, I was starting to miss the calm of the empty beach. Eventually, I found Arturous lying in his own section on the beach. While the beach was crowded, his area was given a wide berth. Though, as I walked around him to where his head lay, I found the remains of fish bones and other food scraps. Raising an eyebrow, I tapped the bear''s snoot. "Enjoying your sacrificial offerings there, big guy?" I received a short growl in reply, which I knew meant yes in bear speak. Chuckling, I scratched behind his ears. "Good for you. Now come on, the festival is starting soon, and Teddy sent me to retrieve you. Apparently, your giant frame is perfect for pushing past crowds." Another growl rumbled the sand, and Arturous slowly stood up. The crowd of people who had been looking over with curiosity was now silent as the massive bear stood up and towered over most of them. Seeing the car-sized grizzly had always filled me with awe, even when he was covering my rear inside the dungeon delves. I felt a weird sensation of being watched, followed by a trace of mana blipping my senses. I looked around but found nothing out of the ordinary other than the groups of people staring. Frowning, I summoned the Ink Lord''s Mask and slid it on, letting the comfort of having my entire face covered settle over me. I felt even more weird looks thrown my way, but having one''s face covered wasn''t too unusual amongst adventurers. As far as I could tell, plenty of people, primarily rogues, liked to keep facemasks and hoods on. I was ready to start pushing my way through the crowd when I felt Arturous'' wet snout push into my back. I turned around and saw him motion his head backwards. "What? What do you want?" He responded by standing up and grabbing me with his paws. I nearly screamed as I was suddenly lifted into the air by the mountain of a bear. If he was considered massive while on four legs, he was like a looming giant when he stood on two. Luckily, the excitement ended when he placed me on his shoulders and plopped back to the ground. I had to grab onto his fur quickly to prevent myself from falling off, but I stabilized myself and held on. It wasn''t my first time riding the bear, so I didn''t look like an idiot when he started ambling his way through the throngs of people. Those who weren''t looking were forced to do so as people started scrambling out of the way. One person even screamed; the high-pitched shriek was at odds with the muscular form of the burly human. I couldn''t keep my laughter contained and croaked an apology as Arturous kept moving by. For a second, the man looked like he was ready to start a fight, but one of his teammates came over and placed a hand on his shoulder while sporting a shit-eating grin. His face scrunched further, and his fists clenched, but then another teammate shoved a mug into his hands, and all the anger disappeared. Apparently, alcohol can fix all wounds. It took Arturous no time to make his way out of the beach and to the inn, where the others were already waiting. Teddy hugged his soulbond when neared while Celanae looked up at me inquisitively. "Haven''t seen you wear that in a long while. Did something happen?" "Hmm?" Then I realized what she was talking about, and I willed a question mark to appear on the mask. "Nothing happened, but there was a lot of weird staring. After I felt some mana being used I decided to plop it on and enjoy the anonymity. What do you think?" I made the mask create a series of emojis. When she started to look confused, I decided to go for broke and have the mask recreate complex emoji chains before finally settling on three dots for eyes and a jagged smile. The others had come closer as I was messing with the mask, and Eodyne joined Celanae in her staring. "Impressive enchantments. Usually, similar items are much slower when you try to change their appearance. Where did you get this?" "Originally, it was from the raffle the trade caravan was running when you guys arrived. I won this, and Sam won a bag of returning marbles. For some reason, after the rift, one of my rewards was an item upgrade, and this went from Ink Master''s Mask of Expression to Ink Lord''s Mask of Expression. Gained a couple of upgrades like selective permeability and the night-vision enhancer and air filtration." I demonstrated the permeability function by summoning a fried pastry. I took a moment to enjoy the delicious steam wafting off the food before eating it through the mask. The others gave a polite ooh and aaah. Isaac was glaring at the pastry in my hand, and I let out a sigh. Summoning six more from my inventory, I tossed them one each. In Isaac''s case, I tried to pelt him, but a shadowy tentacle snatched it mid-flight. I made my mask mime, sticking out my tongue, but otherwise, I chuckled inwardly as I fed Arturous his pastry. "So we heading out? I''m not sure what kind of festival it is outside of the main event. Are there games and stalls filled with food?" Teddy nodded as he summoned a wrapped parcel into his hand and tossed it to me. I caught it, and he pointed to the inn. "We are, and yes, there is. Go inside and change?" I raised an eyebrow but silently unwrapped the parcel. It felt soft in my hands, and I found two pieces of clothing when unveiled its contents. When I held up the blue and orange robe, I finally noticed they were all wearing matching clothing. I had to do a double take, but I was right the first time. They each sported a long-sleeved robe that was a mixture of blue and orange. Eodyne and Celanae had orange as the base with blue accents, while the boys had blue robes with orange accents. The next piece of clothing was a pair of white shorts that reached their knees. For a moment, with all the others, even Isaac, smiling at me, I almost shed a tear. It was a simple thing, to get me a matching set of clothes, but it felt really good to be included in the group. Thankfully, my mask covered my face so they didn''t see my eyes waver as I hopped off Arturous'' back and went inside the inn. With a wave to Alish''trala, who was dealing with an angry elven couple, I entered the bathroom and changed into the new outfit. It fit me perfectly, the clothes loose but not too loose. I summoned a hand mirror and admired how the bright orange popped with the paler blue. Before leaving the bathroom, I used the mirror to quickly change the mask''s shark-toothed smile into a toothless line curved upwards. Fuck it. I''m happy, so I''ll show happy. The others cheered when I exited the inn, and we all hopped on Arturous'' back. There was some complaining about the fit, but Arturous easily carried us all and began padding his way down the street. My only complaint was that I was placed behind second in the seating order. With Celanae being the only person shorter than me by two inches, I was reminded, yet again, that I hung around weirdos who liked to tower over everyone with their superior height. I may have been a little salty, even if I kept my grumblings internally. The sight of us on top of Arturous drew stares everywhere we went. Lots of small children would tug at their parents'' hands and point our way while their parents would look on in shock or worry. I didn''t blame the poor adults; more than a few kids would bolt as if they had a movement skill and come crashing into Arturous bulky form. Luckily, the others were pretty good at preventing injuries when that happened. It was subtle. None of them moved in obvious, showy ways but with a quick flex of mana and a well-aimed application of their skills. Igas would brace a falling child with a quick pillar of ice, much to the kids'' surprise. Eodyne would send a gust of wind that would cushion any fall, and Calanae would create barriers under their feet to quickly spin them around. Isaac was doing something. I couldn''t see what he did, but I could feel the subtle ping of his mana from time to time. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. Teddy was the only one who didn''t have anything to directly stop people from bumping into the bear, but whenever an accident was prevented, a shimmer of lights would glimmer in the air. I vaguely recalled Teddy being able to make illusions. However, when I thought about it further, I couldn''t recall seeing any illusion-based skill on his status page. It was something I would have to ask him about later. Between the bouts of random almost-accidents and the general excitement and scares that six people riding on a car-sized bear can make, the slow ride through the village streets was fun, if not funny. Eventually, we found the main street hosting the games section of the festival, and we all hopped off to take part in the challenges. In particular, I found a stall that was decorated with colourful masks. The game was run by a man wearing what looked like a snake mask. As I stepped up, he approached and waved a hand towards the stacks of cups behind him. "Welcome! That is a fine mask, traveler. Perhaps you would like the chance to acquire another? It''s a simple game, I promise. What do you say?" the gamemaster asked. I looked at the sign that explained the pricing. It was alright; a silver for three tries was on the more expensive side of things, but the masks looked like they were of decent quality. Plus, these games run at these events were always a money sink. I pulled a silver out of my robe pocket and tossed it to him. He caught it with a flourish and made an exaggerated effort of almost dropping it before closing his fist around the coin. After pocketing it so fast I couldn''t even see where the coin disappeared to, he walked to the shelf holding five wooden cups placed upside down. "The rules are simple." He exclaimed as he picked up one of the cups. "You can''t use skills, and you may not physically interact with the game in any way. I will place a special ball under one of these cups. After I shuffle them around, you only need to pick the cup you think holds the ball. See? Fair and simple. If you manage to pick the correct cup three times, I''ll give you a mask. If you manage to guess twice, I''ll give you this little charm instead." I watched as he pulled out what looked like a wooden ball with a bright red dot painted in the middle. He made a show of lifting one of the cups and placing the ball underneath. With the ball covered, he took a step back and snapped his fingers. The cups started moving and picking up speed. Within ten seconds, the cups were sliding across the shelf fast enough to take someone''s eye out. After the shuffling was done, he held out both hands. "Which cup will it be, traveler? Did you keep your focus on the correct cup? Let us find out." As I suspected, the game was rigged as hell. No normal person could have kept track of the cups when they were moving in a blur. Unfortunately for the gamemaster, I noticed something I was sure most couldn''t. The man obviously had some form of wood-aspected skill. The cups, the shelf, and the ball were all wood. And the way his mana settled over them while the cups were shuffling was easy for me to detect. What I sensed that most others probably wouldn''t was that the cup containing the ball had used more mana to move it. It was very subtle, but I spent the last two weeks practicing to spot mana usage. I had suffered too many bruises from an enthusiastic Isaac not to notice. So, while the cups were impossible to keep track of visually, my mana sense let me hone in on the cup with the ball underneath. And so, with complete confidence, I pointed to the second to the left. "That one." With a wave of his fingers, the gamemaster dramatically lifted the cup, revealing the wooden ball painted in bright red - just as I had suspected. A few people in the crowd watching the spectacle made impressed noises, and I snorted. I caught Teddy looking at me with a disappointed face. I returned his look with a shrug and turned to the gamemaster reshuffling the cups. "Was it luck or skill? Let us find out. Make your choice." I noticed he had shuffled the cups even faster, but that only helped me, not hindered me. The faster shuffling speed meant he used more mana and more mana let me keep track of the ball''s movements easier. Again, I held out a single hand and pointed to the one in the middle. "I make my own luck. I choose that one." As he revealed the ball yet again, more noises came from the crowd around the stall. I had to admit it was fun participating in the show of it all. The gamemaster reached to place the cup back down but stopped and turned to face me. I couldn''t see his eyes behind the mask but felt his stare. "Luck is such a fickle thing. One who can create their own is to be commended. So tell me, traveler. Would you like to make a wager?" Murmurs from the crowd startled to spread, and I had a feeling this offer wasn''t typical. I was intrigued as to what the wager would be, so I nodded and made my mask show a question mark on my face. "Sure." He paused as he watched my mask revert to displaying the three eyes and a simple smile. He nodded in return and reached into his robes. He crouched slightly, then threw his arms into the air as five more wooden cups were sent flying. "With increased challenges come increased rewards. The more chances for something to go wrong can spell an all but certain disaster for the person." He then returned to the counter and pulled out an orange strip of cloth. "With this around your eyes, it will dampen sound and sight, further adding to the challenge. If you somehow manage to pick the correct cup, I will reward you with two masks instead of one. What do you say, traveler?" The sudden shift in tone set me on edge, but when I tried to probe the feeling further, the sense of danger was gone. I stared at the gamemaster, his mask, a silent image that stared at me with two glowing eyes. Hesitantly, I took the cloth from his hand and rubbed the fabric with my fingers. It was soft but thick. And along the edges, I saw enchanting runes stitched into it. I couldn''t make out what they said, but I tried to memorize them for later. With a final glance at Teddy, staring at the gamemaster with a strange face, I tied the cloth around my eyes. The moment the knot was made behind the head, I felt the cloth''s enchantments take effect. The bustle of the crowd, mixed in with cheer and laughter, was silenced. All I heard was my own breathing and faint mumbling. The next sense to go was my sight. The cloth may have looked thick, but the absolute darkness that covered my eyes was something else. I couldn''t see anything with my eyes, and losing the two senses made me hyperaware of my heartbeat. Wondering how I was going to know when to choose the correct cup, I felt a hand tap my shoulder, and I felt the gamemaster''s mana pulse in my vision. Whatever amount of mana he was using before was a stream compared to the flood I was now sensing. It still was a small amount. The mana used to shuffle around some cups, and a ball was not that mana intensive. I felt the moment he stopped, and I waited. I wasn''t certain, but his mana outlined the wood in my senses so I could make out the individual cups. And if my senses were to be trusted, I was sure the ball was under the fourth cup from the right. I raised a hand and pointed at where I thought the cup was. "Fourth cup from the right. That''s my choice." I couldn''t see the results with the blindfold blanketing my hearing, but there was a low buzz of sound from all around me. Another hand tapped my shoulder, and I undid the knot tying the cloth to my head. With my sense of sight and hearing back, the loud noises almost overwhelmed me. When I finally focused my vision, I found the gamemaster in front of me, lightly tossing the wooden ball in the air and catching it. He tossed it up one last time before he made the ball disappear somewhere, and he held out both arms. "It seems luck has made its favour known, traveler. Come, select two masks of your choice." I looked around and contemplated what masks to choose. They were all well-made. While some had bright colours, others were darker and sleek. The choices were surprisingly varied, but in the end, I settled on two masks that caught my eye. One was a mask in the shape of a wolf''s head. It sported bright green, pink, and purple. It looked pretty, and it reminded me of what the guard back in Edolus had told me. Three wolves for three moons. Feldrur, the green moon, Fanalis the pink, and Felnarua, their child, was purple. With the mask I wanted out of the way, my second choice was a mask I thought would look funny on Arturous. It was a brown mask with orange and gold squiggles. The main reason for selecting it was because it was carved in the shape of a bear. After pointing out my choices, the gamemaster handed them over. When I tried to give back the enchanted cloth, he waved a hand and stepped back. "Keep it. Claim it as a prize won for the unexpected challenge." I tried to protest, but he wasn''t having it, so I left the stall with two masks and an enchanted cloth. Teddy approached and gave me a strange look. "Are you okay? That was surprisingly intense for a game." I shrugged and held the wolf mask over my face. "A little, yeah. I''m not sure how anyone was supposed to win that. Rigged, I tell yah." I adjusted the mask over my face and felt something click. When I tried to move the mask, I felt something tug it away. There was a strange sensation of bloating on my face, but the feeling stopped. When I tried to feel my face, I felt the curve of the wolf snout, and I traced the smooth texture with my finger. As I tried to find a seem to unstick my mask, my fingers pushed through the surface and touched my lips. I paused and removed my hand. With a thought, I pulled off my mask and stared at the object in my hand. Before, the wolf mask had bright colours painting the wood; the colours were just as bright but now had an oily look. Putting the mask back on, I felt its enchantments settle in, and I could see through the material and breathe just fine. "Huh, I think my mask just ate the other mask." "When you put it on, the wolf mask was sucked into your face. It was weird to see, and a swirl of what looked like ink consumed the wolf mask. After the ink covered everything, it spilled out and shifted into the wolf''s shape. Can you change it back?" Teddy asked. I stopped and willed the mask to revert to its old shape and felt mana flow through the item. After ten seconds, I reached a hand up and felt around. Instead of a wolf snout and fur, I felt a smooth surface without any blemish or portrusion. "I can. Weeeeird. I didn''t know it could do that. I guess it''s my fault for never getting this identified. I should have asked Khrem when I had the chance." I suddenly felt a blip of mana around me, and it felt like it was focused on me. When I turned around, I found nobody directly looking at us, and I frowned. The mana was gone, and I couldn''t trace where I felt it had come from. The crowded street was filled with too many people to narrow my senses. "Something wrong? What happened?" I shook my head. "Nothing. I thought I felt mana being used on me, but I''m probably wrong. Let''s head back to the others." I held up the bear mask in my other hand. "I got a present for Arturous. Do you think he''ll like it?" "Without a doubt." We returned to the bear, where everyone but Isaac was sitting. When I asked what happened to the rogue, Celanae shrugged and said he wanted to go out and explore. Apparently, he would meet up with us after he was done. Not really caring what the man did, I presented the mask, and Celanae even helped by producing a thin gold ribbon to help secure the mask on the bear''s head. The sight was adorable, and we all shared a laugh as we hopped back onto the bear and continued exploring the festival. I wonder what else I can win tonight. Chapter 47: Unexpected Plans I stood next to Igas and Eodyne as we waited for Elder Aimon to take the stage. After the last two days of enjoying the festival, it was time for the main event. Every single adventurer here had been waiting for this moment. More than a few fights had broken out due to a party taunting another. Thankfully, despite the crowded mess, Arturous towered over everyone, growling at anyone who got too close. Even hardened adventurers weren''t willing to fuck with the bear. Finally, right as the system clock struck six, a loud series of bells rang through the village. The sound silenced the crowd, and everyone stared at the stone platform next to the temple. Slowly, Elder Aimon walked up the stairs and stopped at the platform''s edge, looking down at the crowd with an expressionless face. However, his presence wasn''t what drew most people''s eyes. Slithering behind and around him was a giant serpent. Its blue scales gleamed as they flexed. Elder Aimon did not flinch as the snake wrapped its enormous body around his and continued staring, holding on to his walking stick. Suddenly, he slammed the stick into the ground, causing a wave of sound to smash into the crowd. The serpent''s body exploded with a wave of water that streamed down the platform. Suddenly, the water started to reverse and flow up the snake''s body until it collected into a giant bubble above its head. Elder Aimon slammed his staff again, and the ball of water about the size of a small house began to rise into the air. It floated above the temple and expanded. The bubble flattened in a plane of water that started to glow brighter. Once the water shone with brilliant blue light, Elder Aimon slammed his staff down for the third time, creating another shockwave. "For three days, we have celebrated our Goddess Ysana and her companion, Zolnja, sacrifice for our village. The Great Lady Protector herself waged war with the dark god Melzauthuum. And it is because of her and her soulbond that we are able to thrive peacefully." Elder Aimon''s words boomed through the area, as loud as a shout, as clear as air. Nobody dared speak as the great serpent let out a hiss to back up Aimon''s words. I looked around, and all I saw was excitement, joy, and not an ounce of fear. When even Teddy and the others were smiling, I relaxed my shoulders and joined them. "Now the time for celebrations is over. For before her fall, Ysana used the power of the slain god to create two things to aid us in the future. One was the dungeon, a perpetually growing resource to train our people. And the second, was something more. She created a rift, one that would resemble the challenges of the past. Every twenty years, the rift opens on the third night of the third day. When it does, those who wish to enter and experience the hardship of those who suffered during the battle will be able to do so. What you see floating above us now, will be a portal to that challenge. Those who think themselves brave, hardy, and strong enough to shoulder the weight of such a fight will find themselves tested inside the rift. And if you can last till the end, to emerge victorious from the challenge, you will be blessed with great rewards. What do you say, challengers? Do you have what it takes? Will you take on Ysana''s challenge?" There was silence for all but a moment. Then, like a bomb had gone off, the crowd of over fifty adventurers roared like thunder and issued their battle cries. It was hard not to get caught up in the frenzy of it all. The way Elder Aimon spoke had lit a spark inside everyone, and when he asked us of our readiness, that spark had blazed into a roaring flame. Some of the adventurers looked like they were frothing at the thought of entering the rift. It was strange, but I supposed I didn''t have much context needed to feel the same way. After all, my first rift was within a month of arriving in Inoria. Another loud thump, followed by a deep, reverberating hiss silenced the crowd once more. "Then let us not delay any longer. Everyone, keep your eyes on the portal. Once it forms, you may all enter. I ask that you keep it orderly, but I can see your enthusiasm is blazing bright inside your chests. The only rule is not to harm another before you enter the rift. If you do so, Ziliassa here will disqualify you from entry." "Do not disrespect the sacrifice of my ancestor. If you fail to follow the rules, I will feast on your bones!" came a deep mental voice that appeared in my head. The unexpected telepathy left many around us disturbed, to say the least. A few looked angry at the mental intrusion, but another loud hiss from the serpent crushed any thoughts of outrage or protest. So the crowd waited silently, watching as the plane of glowing water began to spin. As it turned, little motes of light began to appear as if drawn in by the whirlpool. Slowly, the light brightened till the water was like a beacon in the sky. And during the setting sun''s final rays, a beam of light hit the portal. The glowing plane of water exploded all at once. The water bubbled and frothed until all that was left was luminous, shimmering energy. The portal began to drift downward, losing height. Once the base of the portal touched the wet earth, a pulse of mana bigger than I''ve ever seen flared, and I felt it enter the ground. That must be the dungeon interacting with the rift. Maybe the dungeon core has finally woken up. Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. "The rift is open! And so the final part of the festival has begun! Everyone you may en-" Aimon''s words were cut off when an earthquake grew beneath our feet. People screamed and called out, and I felt Igas'' hand grab the back of my shirt as he steadied me. I sent over a thank with my eyes, and he nodded before reaching out to Eodyne to steady her. Together, we hunkered down as the earthquake grew stronger. If it continued to grow, the whole island was going to sink into the lake! Then, all at once, the earthquake stopped. I blinked my eyes a few times as I frantically looked around. Everyone else was just as confused as I was, so I stood up. That''s when I saw it. I wasn''t even given time to process what I saw before someone shouted and pointed to the portal. Once more people finally noticed the change to the rift portal, the crowd began to get louder. More shouts, a few screams, and angry yelling began to sound out. Ziliassa tried to hiss, but people ignored him as panic settled in. I didn''t blame them. What was once a shimmery blue portal was now a plane of turbulent pink energy. The rift portal had switched to one that meant maximum danger. And that meant your chances of dying were increased severalfold. "People, please! Remain calm. I will try to commune with the gods. Just give me a moment!" Aimon called out. When people continued arguing, yelling, and discussing, he slammed his staff into the stone floor and created another silencing shockwave. Like a chastised child, the crowd stared at him with wide eyes. Elder Aimon ignored their looks and pushed his hands together in prayer. Ziliassa tightened the coils around him as he stared into the rift filled with glowing pink light. When Aimon opened his eyes, he held out his arms and opened his mouth, but another unforeseen event stopped him from speaking. A whirlwind of emerald feathers dropped from the sky before condensing into a singular being. The person who emerged from the feathers looked like a winged elf with bird talons for feet and two massive wings more expansive than the temple. Her eyes were dazzling shades of emerald and grass whose very look brought the sense of a wild storm waiting to happen. The longer I stared, the more I felt it. She was a hidden storm, barely containing its rage. And the power behind it would flood cities under a deluge of wind and rain. The presence that blanketed everyone felt similar for a moment, but an uncontrolled flux of mana diffused through my veins, and I felt the pressure disappear. I didn''t have time to question what was happening because the being I suspected was a goddess''s avatar, flapped her wings, sending forth a tornado of emerald feathers. "There has been a change to Ysana''s rift. The rift has evolved, and so too, has its scenario changed. Proceed with your own caution, mortals. You have been warned." The feathered goddess shouted. And as quick as she came, she was gone. There was no dramatic exit but a simple vanishing of her avatar as if she never existed. Everyone, myself included, was too stunned to speak. Aimon and Ziliassa looked ready to run away, their bodies shaking. It was a strange reaction. I was shocked at the goddess'' appearance but not scared of it. Cal visited me all the time. However, one glance in Eodyne''s direction revealed just how strange it was to see the goddess. Aimon quickly regained his composure and assessed the adventurers before him. He looked to Ziliassa, and the two seemed to engage in a silent conversation that only they could hear. It was only ten seconds, but those ten seconds felt like an hour with the anxious energy in the air. When they turned around, Aimon set his mouth in a deep frown. He kept glancing between the crowd and the rift portal. When he eventually spoke, you could hear a tightness in his voice. "It seems a great change has occurred. I do not know the reason for this change, but the choice remains the same. You heard the goddess. You have been warned, and if you choose to enter the rift, you will accept that you may not return. For those brave enough to take up Ysana''s challenge, form a line. And for the others who have decided to back out, do not feel shame. Your life is a precious thing, and the challenge before you is immense. Only the foolish and the brave should precede onward." I turned to face Teddy and saw that both he and Celanae were already looking at me. Their glances were not angry, but I could see worry lines begin to crease on their faces. I shook my head and pointed to the rift. "I don''t care. I''m still going." "Cyrus... you don''t have to. You have just begun. There is plenty of time for you to seek safer opportunities. Are you sure you don''t want to reconsider?" Celanae asked carefully. The others looked between the two of us questioningly. Eodyne narrowed her eyes, and she frowned. "You two know something. Teddy as well." It wasn''t a question, merely a statement. There was no anger in her voice, just a cold calm that cut through the tension and dived straight to the heart of the matter. Igas looked less concerned but serious. He split his attention between us and the forming line of people entering the rift. It was easy to see that a good number of people have decided to back out of the challenge. Even if it meant the rest of their party was still going in. Many arguments and harsh whispering could be heard over the crowd''s movement. Isaac, for his part, had his mask on, but his fingers twitched around his waist, where he kept his daggers sheathed. He looked over and glared at me, but before I could call him out, he looked away and surveyed the crowd. Already, shadows were beginning to pool underneath his feet. Teddy noticed all this and more, and he stepped forward while keeping his hand on Arturous'' neck. "That''s something that can be explained later. Right now, we need to decide if we are entering the rift or not?" It wasn''t a hard question for everyone. Even the bear turned and glared his way. He held up his hands in a placating gesture and nodded his head. "Alright then, let''s do this. We''ll try to enter at the same time. Cyrus, I know I said we would separate once we entered the rift, but that is no longer certain. It''s better not to risk needless danger if we don''t have to. Everybody hop on Arturous." We followed his orders and resumed the sitting order we had followed during the festival''s first day. People were forced to move out of the way as Arturous unapologetically shoulders past anyone who stood in his way. A stream of curses and a few shouts were tossed our way, but they seemed half-hearted at best. It seemed that the rift had taken the wind out of a lot of people''s sails. When we were the next to enter, Elder Aimon flared his mana, and I turned to face him. He scowled at me but remained silent. On the other hand, his serpent companion raised to his full height and towered over the temple. "If you survive my ancestor''s challenge, we will talk, marked one. Do not fail," Ziliassa hissed inside my head. I felt the connection begin to fade, so I grabbed hold with my will and forced one last sentence to send through before he cut the telepathy. "I will not fail a challenge from the Weave, child of Zolnja." Chapter 48: Rift Start I wasn''t entirely sure why I uttered those words, but I shrugged off the unusual sensation and concentrated on the portal ahead. Giving a final nod between us, we firmly grasped Arturous'' fur as the bear led us through the portal''s barrier. The rift portal pulled at my skin, and I felt myself being stretched in every direction. It was the same feeling as when I entered the last rift. It didn''t take long for the portal to work its magic. Within a dozen seconds, I felt my feet land on stone. Raising my head, I opened my eyes and searched around. It was lit decently, and when I took in my surroundings, I could understand why. The rift scenario was to take place in what looked like an island city. The city far surpassed the village on the island, but I recognized the mountains in the background, albeit with some details off. This was the village, or rather, the city that became the village. I stood up and continued taking in my surroundings when I heard tapping coming from behind me. I whipped my head around only to find Teddy knocking on air. Where he rapped his knuckles, the air would shimmer and harden into what looked like glass. When I neared, I saw Igas and Celanae standing guard with Arturous at the front. Waving a hand, I approached the invisible barrier. "So we are separated then. Where''s Isaac and Eodyne?" Teddy lowered his hand and jerked to the tree line. "Scouting. We haven''t received a system notification. You?" I shook my head, and he nodded solemnly. "That means we either have to find the starting trigger or we have to wait. The rift could be waiting for everyone to enter before it starts the scenario." I frowned and took another look around. The night sky was lit with a parade of stars, and Fanalis shone brightly. A quick check of the system clock told me it was nearly midnight. "Assuming the barrier completely separates the city from the rest of the island, does that mean your guys'' event will be held out there?" He nodded once. "Yeah, so it would seem. Celanae?" he called out. We waited until she came to the edge of the barrier and stood beside Teddy. "We have any info about Ysana''s fall? Elder Aimon mentioned a war with another god." Celanae''s face scrunched up. "Not much. The history is surprisingly vague. After studying some books back in Helio, I discovered that this city, Moldrula, was never part of Solunaria. In fact, it predates the kingdom. Whatever happened after Ysana''s fall, Moldrula didn''t rebuild the city into the village till around eighty-seven years ago, during King Aldurand''s time." "Wait a minute," I said. "If the village is only eighty-seven years old, what about the temple and the dungeon? And what about the rift that spawns every twenty years? How does that work? Shouldn''t the island have been experiencing a dungeon break if that was the case?" She nodded. "Fair questions. Apparently, the surviving families still lived on the island, but the village was much smaller back then. As for the temple, it was built around the dungeon and was farmed regularly by groups of ascenders and adventurers throughout the centuries. That''s where things get weird and suspicious. Records state that the dungeon was regularly farmed by a group of knights sporting green armour. Their most notable feature? Winged helmets with the feathers painted green. Remind you of anything?" "The goddess from before? It shouldn''t be too surprising, then. Perhaps she was a close friend of Ysana before she fell," Teddy remarked. "Maybe," Celanae said. She shook her head and pointed to the city behind me. "Either way, all I know is the cult of the Melzauthuum launched an invasion on the city. This started a war that lasted shorter than a month, which resulted in Melzauthuum''s death. But, Ysana and her soulbond Zolnja were too injured in battle and succumbed to their wounds after Ysana made the dungeon and the rift." "So, most likely, all the tier ones and below will be fighting inside the city while you guys get hard mode and have to deal with the lack of shelter. Damn." Teddy smiled and put a hand on the barrier, causing it to give off a faint glow as it prevented his hand from crossing. "Don''t worry. We trained for this. And we have each other. Just make sure that you survive this, Cyrus. And remember the protocol. If the rift lasts longer than a few days, one of us will be here at a set time." I nodded and smiled. We went over the plan more than a dozen times. Teddy and Celanae especially helped with theory crafting and coming up with contingency plans. The only problem was that the rift had now evolved. There was no telling what changes that might bring. Still, it wasn''t like we knew what to expect in the first place. Whatever happened, it''ll happen, and we''ll all come out on top. We waited around for another five minutes. Isaac and Eodyne had returned and reported nothing out of the ordinary. The island was much larger than the island in the real world. We could only assume that the fight between the gods somehow altered the terrain. It was about thirty seconds after midnight when the system blip appeared in the corner of my vision. When I looked to see if everyone had received one, I received a tight smile from Teddy, who confirmed that the notification was for everyone. Survive the Invasion The dark god Melzauthuum has declared war against the Goddess Ysana. The goddess has enacted a barrier around her city, but it is too late. The cult of Melzauthuum has snuck into the city, and their cult now sets siege to Moldrula. You have no hope of defeating the cult''s more powerful forces. Instead, you must survive. For the next fifteen days, Ysana''s barrier will hold. Find shelter and outlast the invasion. But beware, challenger. The cult has summoned forth many of their god''s twisted children. Among them is a being that will devour all life that it sees. Do not be foolish. Run, fight, survive. This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. Or may the Grand Weave guide your soul. I closed my system notifications and stood up. The time for relaxation was over, so I summoned my spear and Zharia. I would have summoned Magnus, but I wanted a flying scout to help me find a suitable building to hide in. From what the system mentioned, shit was about to go down. Suddenly, a giant, angry beam of energy shot into the sky. The origin looked like it emerged from the center of the city. As the beam continued upwards, it looked like it was aiming for the moon. As it reached the moon, somehow, the pink of Fanalis darkened and began to turn red. Eventually, it settled into a deep purple. Following the emergence of Felnarua, eight more beams rose from sixteen pillars around the island. Unlike the central beam, several red portals expanded in the air instead of continuing into the night sky. After over a dozen seconds, the first of the cult''s monsters started to break through. It was like a flood of eldritch sea life. I turned to face Teddy, and I saw they had their weapons out. "Don''t you dare die on me. I don''t want to face Brelten if you did." "You as well, Cyrus! Now go before the monsters overrun the streets," Teddy called out. I watched as they started moving away from the barrier. I was worried for them, but I had to trust they knew what they were doing. After all, they weren''t the noobs in this situation. I took off at a sprint, running down the street as I had Zharia fly above the buildings. Together, using our connection, she guided me down several blocks. At one point, I saw another group of adventurers, but they took one look at me and ran in the other direction. It was tempting to go after them and see if they wanted to join up, but the glare their warrior gave me made me feel that would be a terrible decision. For now, I would have to go at it alone. "Master, gross monsters are coming to your left. Go right between the blue buildings." Zharia chirped in alarm. I put the group out of my mind and bolted down the street. It took me a moment to find the blue building, but it was easy to spot when Zharia sent a burst of flames down the alley she wanted me to take. I hurriedly made my way through the tight passage between the buildings, turning my body sideways to fit through. I wasn''t sure why Zharia wanted me to take this passage, but I trusted her. Briefly, I closed my eyes and let her thoughts take over mine. I filtered through the memory of what she saw. The city really was under siege from a horde of eldritch spawn. The twisted creatures of the deep clawed, rolled, and flopped their way down the streets. In the distance, I heard a scream, and it took me a second to realize I was physically hearing it and not just imagining it. I opened my eyes and continued my squeeze through the buildings. Once I made it clear, I waited for Zharia to find the source of the screaming before I decided to move. Watching the shadows for any movement, I had to step back as Zharia flew at me like a golden fireball. "Whoa! Zharia, what''s wrong?" "Giant beast! Bigger than the buildings! This way, Master, nooow!" I didn''t question her and followed the golden missile as she frantically led me down the street, away from where she had come from. Behind me, I could hear more screams and what sounded like a wrecking ball demolishing the terrain. As I ran, turning corners as fast as I could, I had to call Zharia back because she was starting to get too far ahead. Thankfully, she calmed down now that I was actively running away from the danger and slowed so I could keep pace. After sprinting for more than a minute straight, she stopped beside a grey house. She waited for me to approach before zipping under the broken fence. As I squeezed my way through, I saw where she was leading me. Behind the building, neatly covered by a large tree, were the wooden doors to a cellar. I paused before the entrance and turned to face my familiar. "This is great, Zharia. But why here? How did you even find this?" She landed on my shoulder and sent a quick burst of flames at the tree. For a second, I thought she had done it by accident, but as I watched the fire impact the bark, a long line of enchanted glyphs appeared. They faded from view as fast as they materialized, and I stopped to inspect the tree. Nothing happened as I tapped my spear against the bark. Curious, I sent a mana thread down my arm and pushed my palm against the tree. This time, the glyphs appeared, and I removed my hand. "Did you sense the enchantments? Since when could you do that?" She made a mental chirp, and I could feel her preen. "We are connected, Master. You improved your senses, and so did I. And I have been studying the runes on the items you loot." I gave her a quick pat on the head, stroking her feathers. She lit up like a nightlight, and I had to quickly cover her with both hands. It wasn''t that she was more visible amongst all the city lights, but I didn''t want to risk anything seeing us. I turned my attention back to the cellar doors, now suspicious. "Are there enchantments on this, too?" "Don''t sense mana." I frowned and tapped it with the butt of my spear. I even had Zharia shoot another flame at the doors, but it only singed the wood. With a deeper frown, I had Zharia hop off my shoulder and prepare to blast anything that might come through the doors. Carefully and slowly, I used my foot to secure the handle and jerked it back. The left door flew open, and I quickly raised my spear. As I crouched, ready to run at a moment''s notice, all I met was silence. More screams and sounds of destruction surrounded me, so I did one last survey of my surroundings before grabbing Zharia. With silent steps, I stepped down the cellar stairs and into the gloom. After closing the cellar door, I summoned a metal bar from my inventory and placed it between the handles. No backing out now. If something attacks you, Cyrus, you can''t run away. My eyes adjusted to the dark, and I could see before me, but I stopped when I reached the bottom of the steps. Despite being able to see in the dark, I couldn''t see beyond the doorway at the bottom. It was as if a wall of living shadows decided to obscure my view. It didn''t ripple or waver, just as a hole in existence. I would have been disturbed if I hadn''t spent the past month grinding the dungeon where this gloom was typical. With a mental nod to Zharia, I raised my spear and pushed it through the wall. Nothing happened, and I took another step. When my fingers reached the barrier of darkness, I felt a brief chill over my skin, but that was all. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the rest of my body through, and my eyes widened. I nearly dropped my spear, but I kept my grip tight as I lowered the head of my weapon. Zharia made her way through the barrier and nearly sent forth a flamethrower. Luckily, she stopped as I sent a shout through our soul-link, and she held back her flames. Without a monster to burn or a danger to flamb¨¦, she landed on my shoulder and joined me in my staring. My frown from before had turned into me grinding my teeth. And when they spoke, I wanted to scream at the sky. "Please, sir. Don''t hurt us. They are just kids, please." Clenching my fists, I moved my spear to the side and glared at the man begging for his life. Behind him, clutching onto the hems of their mother''s skirt, were two elven children no older than four and seven. The pure terror in their eyes made me look away as the little girl looked ready to faint. Their mother had tears, and she held her arm over her kids, prepared to give her life to protect her children. With a growl, I turned around and exited the room. As I passed the barrier, I slammed my foot on the closest step and sat down. Ignoring the yelp from the other room, I laid my spear across my lap and stared at the barrier. The hole in reality, did little to distract my thoughts, and Zharia chirped softly as she leaned into my neck. I reached up and stroked her feathers as I dug my nails into the wood beneath my hand. Of course, the fucking rift had to include people. Not again. Fucking, not again. Chapter 49: First Night Turbulence Memories of the rift flashed through my mind, but I dug my nails into my thigh. The rush of pain stopped the cascade of images, and I let out a dark chuckle. Of course, the rift included people. There was no reason not to. These souls weren''t even real, not complete, half made. They existed as an idea of people with an outer shell but none of the internal components needed to make them whole. Entrails, blood, gore, a screaming beastkin. Ritual lines, terror, bone dust. Ash for the circle, blood for the sacrifice, a soul to be exchanged. Torment and pain fuel the energy needed, while the blood serves as the catalyst for transformation. BROKEN WINGS, BLEEDING THROATS, LET THE CHAINS THAT BIND CONSTRICT ANOTHER! I slammed my fist against the steps and felt splinters dig into my hands. At the same time, I thought I heard the sound of bells in the distance, and I looked at the ceiling. Out there is a horde of monsters and mayhem. Stop being stupid, Cyrus. All you need to do is survive. Zharia, who was perched on my shoulder, gave me a quick peck on the ear, and I glanced her way. "What? What did I do?" Zharia pecked again. "You hurt yourself; summon ¨¢ine." I stuck out my tongue and followed her advice. ¨¢ine appeared, and I caught her. She pointed up, so I held her at eye level. She lunged dramatically and booped my nose before hopping onto my shoulder. I didn''t need to ask before I started feeling her mana flow through my body. The wounds sealed, and I rubbed away the semi-clear blood. At least the passive skill made the blood stain less. I stared at the barrier of shadows, and my mouth dipped into a frown. It was time to decide what I was going to do for the rest of the night. They were scared, and I could have easily said fuck it and not care about the terrified family members. It was a tempting option if I wanted to do nothing but focus on survival for the next fifteen days. And it would have been the smarter play, but something told me that was wrong. A gut feeling made me think of the fact that this was a rift designed by a goddess. A god willing to sacrifice themselves to save her people and protect them would not have added in the half-souls so thoughtlessly. It would be pointlessly cruel if they existed solely to recreate a more realistic event scenario. I pushed through the barrier and found the mother and father frantically whispering at each other. One of the kids gasped and pointed to the girls perched on my shoulders. Zharia chirped a beautiful melody while ¨¢ine waved to the little girl. The son looked excited, while the daughter had stars in her eyes. It looks like being a magical princess has its perks. The little girl tried to protest as the mother shuffled the children behind her. She didn''t glare directly at me, but she had a fierce look in her eyes. It was easy to see the fear affect her hands, which made the look of a lioness ready to protect her cubs all the more powerful. And seeing that look made me more confident that these people were here for more than to be props for the slaughter. When the father tried to position himself between us, I held up my spear and flipped it around. The movement terrified the man, but his fear turned to confusion as I planted the weapon into the floor. Stepping away from the spear, I moved back to the doorframe and placed my back against the wall. I would let him make the first move to show that I wasn''t a threat. There was little chance he could harm me. The moment he tried anything, Zharia could reduce him to ash. Though I was hoping it wouldn''t come to that. The father kept glancing between the planted spear and me. Back and forth, I was starting to wonder if he was going to get dizzy with how quickly his eyes were moving. Finally, his nerves seem to break, and he half-shouted, half-begged, with his voice rising a couple of octaves. "What do you want?! Please, say something!" I raised an eyebrow and waited till he regained control of himself. When he finally stopped moving in place, I waved an arm at my spear. "I''m not going to hurt you." His face twitched, but his fists remained clenched. With a sigh, I continued. "There''s an invasion going on, and my familiar noticed the enchantments along the tree. I''m only here to hide from the chaos up top. So calm down. I will not harm a child." A long minute of tense staring and deafening silence filled the room. Eventually, the mother put a hand on the man''s shoulder, and they shared an exchange I was not privy to. Whatever it is the woman managed to convey with her eyes, it caused the father to relax visibly. There was still a lot of tension in his posture, and his smile was a little off, but he, at least, stopped the waterfall of sweat that had begun to cascade down his face. "D-do you know wh-what''s happening? We received a message from our Lady Protector, Ysanna. She warned us of an evil god coming to invade and that we should try and find shelter." After the first question, the father seemed to finally accept I was not about to cause harm without being provoked. His voice grew firm, and he looked on with worried eyes. The mother kept the kids behind her but no longer held them back with her arms. The daughter was still enamoured with ¨¢ine on my shoulder. "I don''t know." I raised a hand, and he instinctively took a step back. Luckily, he recognized what he did and had the decency to look ashamed. "I just arrived on the island. My friends and I ended up separated by the barrier your goddess erected over the city. But, like you, I also received a warning. The cultists have invaded and begun some mass summoning rituals. Before I entered the cellar, the city''s outskirts were being overrun by a horde of monsters." The father''s face drained of colour, and the mother''s jaw fell open. She held a hand to her mouth and stepped forward. "But all the families living there! Cyrena, Molus, Terrtor, and Finnigan lived near the southeastern quarter. They''re... they''re..." Her words died in her mouth, and a choked-back sob echoed inside the room. I gave her a sympathetic smile, but I maintained my neutral expression. There was nothing I could do for the people she mentioned, and they were more than likely melting remains inside some eldritch spawn. Just as the man went to console her, an earthquake shook the room. It came as a constant vibration that shifted the earth, but bursts of seismic thumps could soon be heard. The parents covered their children with their arms, forcing their bodies over them. I could see the daughter begin to open her mouth, but her brother slammed his hand over it. The shaking drowned out the muffled scream. The ground began to crack, and I watched spiderweb lines expand in the corner of the room. The lines split the sides of the wall before reaching the ceiling. During the apex of the earthquake, I heard the sound of wood shattering, and I nearly turned around, but as I lowered my shoulder, a piece of shrapnel lodged into my arm. I nearly shouted in surprise, and another sliver of wood pinged off the steel of my boot. With a growl, I pushed myself away from the entrance and lowered my body. As the rumbling continued, the shards of wood began to open the wounds wider, causing more blood to spill down my shirt. Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. I made the easy decision to remove the foreign object and ripped it out in one tug. Not wanting splinters to make things harder for ¨¢ine, I grunted in pain as I dug around the hole of the wound. Thankfully, there was only a fingernail-sized splinter that had broken off. With the injury cleared, ¨¢ine got to work healing my limb. By the time she finished, the rumbling had begun to die, and the massive quakes started to lessen by the second. When I raised my head, I found the mother''s body sprawled on the floor with a large chunk of wood impaling her stomach. Her blood stained the floor red, and the father held back the two kids. His fists clenched tightly around their shirts to prevent them from running to their mom. "Zharia, I''m going to dismiss you. I need Erebus. ¨¢ine the moment I give the all clear, load her with healing. Don''t worry about the cost; I''ll provide more if needed." The girls nodded, and I stood up. The father looked at me with wet eyes; the whites were marred with lines of red. His mouth tried to open, and his tongue began to move, but no words came out. Ignoring him, I stood over the mother and put two fingers to her neck. There was a moment where nothing pulsed, and I was about to write her off as a corpse, but then her heart thumped. It was a shuddering and weakened thing, but she still had a pulse. That meant she could be saved. Zharia hopped off my shoulder, and I undid my skill. She returned to my soulspace, and I channeled mana into a different pathway. A good quarter of it was taken from my mana pool, and Erebus appeared before me. I caught him and quickly sent over what I wanted done. I let ¨¢ine hop off before activating Spirit Lord''s Invocation. Since there were people around me, I kept the burst of aspected mana to a small circle near my feet. The black and purple energy snaked in the air, tendrils branching off the central shadow. There was a gasp and the sound of scrambling next to me, but I ignored it. Instead, I focused on the mother as I knelt and waited for ¨¢ine to land on her back. I saw blood coat the fairy''s feet and recalled my first contract ritual. I never questioned what my blood tasted like to her. Shaking my head clear of the thought, I leaned forward and reached for the wife. As my claws started to encase themselves in shadows, a tight grip wrapped around my arm, and I looked over to see the father''s shaking fingers clenching tight. "Please, wait. Don''t hurt her. I beg of you," he pleaded, tears running freely. I didn''t have time to argue, so I forcefully removed his hand from my arm and shifted my body away. He was scared and desperate. I didn''t blame him. But right now, I needed to concentrate, or he would lose the mother of his children. We got this, Erebus, just like we practiced. I kept my gaze trained on my hands as I gently laid my fingers near the wound. After clearing my mind, I closed my eyes and reached out with my mana sense. The skill partially activated, and my hands sank into the space underneath the skin. Shocked gasps threatened to take me out of my trance, but I endured. This wasn''t the same as removing a single piece of bone. I had to feel my way with senses I was still new to. It took long, longer than I thought the woman had. My instincts told me to growl and shove my arms deeper. The idea that brute force would fix my problems was a tempting thought to give into. But I let the thoughts go, crushing the anger under the shifting tide of shadows. Finally, I felt it. My hands found resistance, an area of molasses where the space was forced to bend. With a surge of mana, I gripped the shaft of wood, splinters and all, and looted it. The blend of shadow and death coiled around my hands and let me pull the shaft through the dimensional membrane. There was no pain nor resistance. The giant chunk of shrapnel came out as if I was lifting a feather. With the major chunk of debris removed, I shook my hands to the side and let the small splinters and broken wood fall to the floor. Now, it was time to let ¨¢ine do her thing. I could feel her pouring her mana into the wound. It was deeper than I thought, though not deep enough to penetrate the other side. She spent nearly half her manapool till the woman''s wounds were sealed. Through the soullink, I already knew the woman''s pulse had steadied. And her breath was starting to equalize. With a glance to my right, I motioned for the father to approach, and he nearly bowled his kids out of the way, scrambling towards her prone form. He picked up her hand slowly and carefully as if he feared she''d break at any moment. His kids weren''t far behind, and they joined him on either side, reaching a hand out to their mom. The squelch of wet blood was audible in the gravely silent room, making me wince as I watched their tiny hands grab onto the bloody cloth. "Mmmm. Mmmmnngh. I-I''m... I''m alive?" came the mother''s muffled voice. The father let out a sob and squeezed her hand tight. "Oh dear, yes, yes you are. Are you in pain?" With the help of her family, she slowly sat up and looked around with cloudy eyes. When her gaze pandered over to my sitting further away, she blinked once, then twice, before her eyes widened. I didn''t move, content to let the drama play out. I knew my form was different when I had the skill activated. For Erebus'' transformation, my arms and claws were covered in white chitin that extended to my elbows. The casing covering my fingers was as sharp as any knife, reminiscent of the spider''s blade-like legs. Small scale-like plates of chitin covered my body, sprouting from my armour. The chest, neck, back, and legs were especially covered with larger splotches of the bone-white material. And to top it all off was the ring of glowing purple that coloured my pink orbs for eyes, along with a halo of black and purple energy laced with bits of floating bone. It was certainly one hell of a look, and I didn''t begrudge the little boy for taking a step back. His reaction was instinctive, and I could tell he noticed what he was doing after he planted his foot. "Pretty. You have beautiful eyes, mister," came the little girl''s voice. I was so focused on the reactions of the others that I failed to see she had crawled closer, barely a foot away. I blinked, then laughed. It felt good to have a moment of humour after the earthquake''s intensity. Casually, I reached out and ruffled the kid''s hair. "I''m glad you think so. You should thank ¨¢ine. She did all the work to heal your mom''s wounds." The girl''s face, which was, a moment ago, filled with wonder and awe, was now deathly serious. She bowed her head twice before raising it high and smiling at the fairy. Endearing little one, aren''t you? I saw the boy squirming in place in the corner of my eye, so I turned his direction and cocked my head. "Is there something you want to say?" He winced and looked around nervously. His parents looked unsure, but his sister''s beaming smile made him settle his nerves and stick his chin out. "Uhm, sir? Are you a spirit?" I tapped my claws against the stone floor and stopped when I noticed I had pierced the stone. Retracting my hand, I held up my other hand and showed my palm. It took a little effort, but a slithering cloud of shadowy smoke started to pool out of my fingers. With a wide smile, I snapped my fingers and let the mana fade away. "That''s a complicated question, but I''ll say no for now." I paused and put a finger on my chin. "Would it be a problem if I was?" He vigorously shook his head. "No, sir. I was just curious." "Nothing wrong with that." I stood up and examined the state of the room. Aside from a few cracks and pieces of broken stone and wood, the room was surprisingly okay. The main structure was relatively undamaged, and most cracks were thin spiderwebs rather than snaking rivers. After doing a three-sixty spin to look for anything worrisome I might have missed on my first pass, I turned and approached the parents. They didn''t flinch, which was nice, but they had a different look on their faces, one I recognized and disliked. "Hey, stop that. Not right now. It''s too soon to be giving me that look." They shared a shocked expression, but I pushed on. "I''m serious. I''m not some hero. If you want to give me that look then wait and see if you survive first. Now, can I have one of you answer my questions?" They shared another conversation using only their eyes before the mother was the one to nod her head and face me. "Anything. What do you need to know?" Need? That''s an interesting choice of words. "How come the room is barely damaged? The monster that would have caused those quakes should have collapsed the ceiling on us. Why are we not buried under a mound of rubble?" "Because the room is enchanted. When this area was built, we paid extra for a special kind of stone material to be used. The enchantment is etched on the side of the brick not facing the room." I narrowed my eyes and tried estimating how much space the room took up. Only then did I notice a rectangular seam on one of the walls. I pointed to it and waited till she looked at where I was motioning towards. "What''s that?" "Bedroom. It serves as an extra safety measure in case they breach this room. It should be intact. The special stone was mostly used for that room''s construction." I nodded and looked at the barrier of darkness covering the door. After giving it some thought, I turned back to the mother. "How confident are you in those enchantments?" She squared her shoulders and looked me dead in the eye. "Very. It cost us most of our savings, and we hired one of the best enchanters in town. Nothing short of a tier three monster will be able to get in there." She kept her stoic look, and I smiled widely. My fangs were on display, and I grinned at both of them. "Expect some company tomorrow." If I''m going to commit to this stupid, self-imposed quest, I might as well see if I can find any survivors in the morning. My hunch better be correct. Chapter 50: First Contact of Another Kind The night passed with relative calm. There were bouts of random quakes, but nothing near the level of power the first earthquake had. The parents, who now completely trusted me, were much more approachable and talkative. They showed me the hidden rune near the seam and the correct way to power it. It was a fascinating usage of the enchantments. It created a magical lock by forcing the rune only to work if powered in the correct sequence. The added security was a good thing, and when the door slid open to reveal the rest of the basement, I was surprised. It was about as large as the main room and sported three beds in the top left. There was even a tiny kitchenette powered through the familiar gemstone-enchantment system. I was initially concerned about where smoke or steam would go, but the mother, who told me to call her Osilla, showed me the hidden air filtration system built into the walls. Poltor, the father, placed his hand on another hidden seam beside the beds. It opened into a small space about the size of a closet. Inside was a bowl that had a hole in the middle. On the ceiling was a singular blue gemstone. The setup was bare-bones, but it worked, and that''s all that mattered. With bathroom and shower concerns alleviated, I ended up brainstorming the entire night. There was so much to do now that morning had come, and I felt ill-prepared. I had my supplies and training, but it felt underwhelming compared to the possible task before me. My first goal was to get a lay of the land, figure out what was happening, and how the city stood after the wave of monsters. The second goal was to find what caused the massive earthquakes. If more earthquakes could happen at any minute, all my plans for shelter could be washed away under a wave of mud and rocks. My third goal was to find other adventurers. The odds of finding someone with a good set of skills would prove invaluable for the rest of the rift. I thought back to the group I saw last night. I didn''t particularly care for the strangers but hoped they managed to find shelter. I doubted there were many buildings with enchanted bomb shelters built in. And my final goal was to search for more families or people who needed a place to hide. I wasn''t an idealist; I understood many would be dead and that I couldn''t save everyone. There simply wasn''t enough room inside the cellar. But I had promised Osilla I would at least try to find her friends. Failing that, being able to confirm their deaths would help ease her worry. Standing up slowly, I spent ten minutes stretching to limber myself up. It was just ¨¢ine with me this time; I had sent Erebus back so I could recover my mana. "Are you ready to go? Things might get a little rough," I asked. "Always, Master," she replied. I smiled and activated Resplendent Inferno. Zharia appeared, and I set her on my shoulder. Through our connection, I could feel the excitement running through her, and I shook my head. Such different personalities, you two. A peaceful forest meets an aggressive flame, eh? I received a light boop on my ear and a peck at some of my hair. I faked an indignant outrage as I picked up my spear. Now I knew my thoughts were muddled, considering it bled through so easily to my familiars. "Alright, enough delaying. It''s serious mode from here on out. Okay?" "Yes." "Yes!" I pushed past the barrier and sighed at the mess that was the stairs. Four boards were outright missing, and cracks marred another two in multiple places. Thankfully, I was pretty light. Someone like Igas or Teddy would have fallen through if they tried climbing this. It was another thing to remember if I managed to find people to bring back here. Placing my feet on the steps carefully, I managed to climb out of the cellar and set aside the metal bar I had used to block the outside. Slowly, I pulled back the right door and revealed bright daylight streaming through. It took a moment for my eyes to stop squinting, but when they did, I stopped to take in what I saw. Already, the destruction was everywhere. One of the buildings across the street was burning with a blue flame. And smoke and ash clogged the air. Stepping out of the cellar fully, I noticed pools of dried blood marking the ground. The splatters followed a line up and over some of the remaining buildings. Given the amount of blood shown, whatever creature could jump from roof to roof must have carried a corpse in its mouth. After sending Zharia into the air and receiving a confirmation that there were no monsters in sight, I carefully made my way around the building. Surprisingly, the house on top of the cellar was primarily intact, although I could see where several of the windows had shattered. Stepping my way around a massive pool of what looked like roadkill, I glanced down both directions of the road. The lack of monsters was worrying. With the amount that I saw pouring out of the portals, this city should have been teeming with them. That meant they were most likely hiding somewhere. I pushed open the manor door and stepped inside the house. I debated closing the door but wanted an easy way out if I needed to hightail it out of here. The first thing I went to check was the kitchen. There was food in the cellar, but not much. Whatever I could scavenge would go a long way towards surviving the next fifteen days. Finding the coldbox was easy, and most of the food was intact when I opened it. A couple of bottles of drinks had fallen over and spilled their contents everywhere, but outside of that, the rest of the food was useable. It was through sheer luck that they had recently gone grocery shopping, and I had Chomperz suction up everything. When Chomperz finished being a limitless vacuum, he paused and sniffed the air. The dragonling drifted closer to the windows and stopped to look outside. As soon as he was satisfied, he rushed back into my chest and returned to my soulspace. Chomperz''s actions left me slightly paranoid, so I had Zharia do another round of scouting. I waited and surveyed the living room as she circled the area. Unlike the kitchen, the main living room suffered heavily from whatever stomped its way through. With a massive hole letting in the sun''s rays, there was a circular area several arms wide. The flooring underneath had turned to rubble, and colored dust replaced the tiles. "Hey Zharia, everything okay?" "Yes, Master. Flying low, no signs of monsters. More destruction, lots of blood." This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. I frowned but accepted the lack of monsters as a good sign. Not having to fight would be for the best. "Do me a favour. When you return, can you fly above the living room ceiling? There''s a massive hole here, and I''m curious if other buildings show the same damage." I received a mental chirp in reply and continued my inspection of the first floor. After two minutes, Zharia was approaching, so I stopped searching and waited. It was only mildly reassuring I had not found blood stains anywhere in the house. When Zharia flew through the ceiling, she landed on my shoulder and started relaying all that she had seen. The damage to the city was extensive. The outskirts were all but destroyed, and my chances of finding Osilla''s friends went from abysmal to all but impossible. Each house or building that bordered the wall was gone, piles of rubble or ash the only remnants of what once was. What interested me the most was the secondary barrier around the northern district. Zharia didn''t want to risk approaching it in case something happened, so she could only convey what she had seen from afar. The barrier itself looked like water, flowing in multiple directions. Each stream making up the barrier measured about one foot across. To confirm, I sank deeper into the mental space and saw the water constantly shifting. The barrier''s rotation speeds could skin you alive. I then asked her if she saw any signs of other adventurers or people, but I received a negative chirp. Plenty of corpses littered the city streets, but no signs of the living. My only guess was that most people were hiding underground or in the buildings that had been left standing. With a weary breath, I dusted myself off and walked to the end of the house. According to Poltor, the second floor consisted of four rooms and two side rooms. The side rooms were bathrooms, and one of the four rooms was an office space. The final three rooms were bedrooms, two for the kids and one guest. I just needed to sweep the house for a final check and then set off deeper into the city. I went to the second floor and found more structural damage than below. Several cracks appeared along the walls, and one door hung nearly off its hinge. Seeing no reason to delay, I started with the son''s bedroom. It was a simple thing littered with toys. What caught my eye was the easel in the corner with a half-finished drawing on it. It was crude but surprisingly good for a kid his age. Maybe I can show him my sketchbook later. I''m sure he''d like that. After finding nothing hiding under his bed or closet, I moved to the guest bedroom. It was even more straightforward, a nearly undecorated room with a bed and a wardrobe. The sheets probably started clean before last night, but now debris and dust covered them. If toys covered the boy''s room, a sea of stuffed animals filled this one. Giant teddy bears and tiny fish occupied more than half the bed; the cuddly plushes dominated the space. I used my spear to knock some of the stuff aside, but like the other rooms, nothing living was hiding under the bed. I did summon Chomperz again to suck up a few of the especially cute plushies. The little girl could use some comfort. Finally, I poked my head into the bathrooms, and when I found them empty except for the spilled and broken bottles on the floor, I turned and walked up to the room with the barely hanging door. I carefully pushed the door to the side, making sure it wouldn''t fall on me the moment I tried to pass through the doorframe. The room itself was a mess. There were papers and diagrams tacked to the wall, while a good majority had slipped from their pin and lay scattered on the office floor. It was when I put both feet through the doorframe that something in my head screamed in alarm. I raised my spear when I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Zharia lit up like a miniature sun, her feathers blazing with golden flames, and Aine wrapped her arms around the back of my neck. "Watch out. Something is wrong." The girls nodded, and I began channeling my mana. Zharia was amazing at turning things to ash, but the room was one step away from becoming a raging inferno. Magnus appeared, and his paws hit the floor. He lowered his body, and his fur started to rise as a crystalline material began to cover it. Before his skill could complete, the room darkened by several shades. Then I felt it. Magnus'' crystal fur lit up, and space distorted around him. With a very adorable roar, he opened his mouth wide and then sucked in a cloud of strange mana. As reality shifted, there was a popping sound. I flinched and crouched low but had to step back as a pool of blood flowed beneath my feet. Jumping backwards, I looked up and raised my spear as my eyes widened. Where was once an empty room, messy but empty all the same, there was now a dark figure dressed in tattered robes. The floor beneath them was wet with bright blood that seeped through the mound of tatter cloth. They stood there, silent, unmoving, their body covered beneath the robe. Magnus wobbled as he took a half-step back, nearly slipping on the blood puddle. The figure took advantage of my brief distraction by lunging at the cat with an obsidian dagger in its hand. "Magnus!" I shouted. I extended my arm and pushed my spear in the figure''s direction, but the blade met hollow cloth and pierced through ineffectually. The person continued, and I had to step forward. They lunged, and I dodged it by barely rolling to the side. Unfortunately for me, the room was small, and I hit the wall. Scrambling to get up, I received a slash on my arm. Thankfully, the hit met the metal of my bracer, and I pulled back unscathed. Before they could lunge again, a wave of stomach-twisting energy shot out of Magnus'' mouth and hit the attacker in the center of its chest. They froze, vibrating in place as the shadowy strips of cloth retracted into their body before a visceral ripping sound echoed across the confined space. I raised my arms just in time for the figure''s body to tear apart into two pieces as if they were twisted in separate directions at the hip. Crimson blood splattered the front side of my body, and I caught a cup''s worth in my mouth. It tasted not like blood. The liquid was salty and tangy, combined with a pervasive stench of sour rot. I could feel it sizzle in my mouth, and I started coughing. Every hack of blood that shot out met a mixture of my own, with the bright crimson failing to mix with my semi-transparent pink. Magnus charged at the creature, and I looked up in time to see Zharia fly into the hand with the dagger poised to impale my eye. She battered it aside with fury and hooked her claws into the fingers before transforming into a small pillar of fire. The golden flames banished the room''s shadows, and the gore-splattered cloth burned away like dry paper. Stepping back, I called my familiar off and found my spear. I quickly picked it up, stabbed it into the head of the figure, and twisted it. For good measure, I stabbed down twice more before Magnus gave me the go-ahead. He couldn''t sense any more mana, and what was left was already fading. Summoning a flask to wash out my mouth, I gargled the water and spat out more of my own blood. It would have been concerning, but ¨¢ine fixed the damage. I did one last swish, mostly to get rid of the after-taste before I pocketed the flask and stared at the corpse in front of me. Now that the weird shadows were fading along with the initial pool of blood, I noticed that the actual blood from the corpse was strangely small in quantity. There should have been a small deluge with how much should have shot out, but there wasn''t. Most of the blood covered my body while the black cloth on the floor soaked up the rest. Using my boot to flip the figure over, I frowned at what I saw. Instead of a face, there was a bony skull with flesh sunken to the point of being nonexistent. Tentacles covered the sides of the jaw, and I counted three pairs of eyes near the forehead. I stomped heavily once, then twice, and finally, a third time before I stopped. You really are dead, aren''t you? I turned to Magnus, who was staring at me with apprehension. I could feel his thoughts bleed through the connection, so I smiled as I turned towards him. "Something wrong, Magnus? You seem a little concerned." He lowered his head and glanced between the corpse and my bloodstained armour. "Nothing is wrong, Master," he said slowly. When I took another step, he moved one paw back. "What about you?" I stopped and held up a finger. "Hmmm, nothing." I then smiled wider as I began to bend low. He took another step back, and then I made my move. My arms shot out faster than he could react, and I picked up the little cub while hugging him close to my chest. He squirmed, but I did not relent. After a dozen seconds of trying to jump out of my arms, he gave up and pouted mentally. "Now, I''m covered in goop." I snorted before raising him to eye level and touching my forehead to his nose. "Don''t be so dramatic. Your ability is still active; deactivate when we get out, and you''ll be perfectly clean." His pout disappeared, and I shook my head. "So what happened? What did you absorb, and why did it make you dizzy? Your manapool felt overloaded for a second there." He flopped in my arms and let his body cover my face. "I don''t know. The room felt bigger than it really was, and when I went to absorb it, it tickled my stomach. I felt all bloated inside, and everything went upside down. When I sent the mana back at the bad monster, it felt like the room went...weird, and the mana shifted." I frowned again and lowered Magnus to my chest. It sounded like the mana involved some sort of spatial manipulation. The popping sound came with a weird sense of expansion, so it would make the most sense. I was curious how spatial mana differed from gravity mana. I knew Magnus had that secondary element built into his skill. I poked the upper half of the corpse''s body. Using the spear''s blade, I cut open the fabric, curious to see what was inside. When I did, I nearly gagged as a wave of sea salt and rot hit my nose. Now that there was more, I could smell the brine and the scent of rancid fish. Covering my nostrils, I could feel my familiars whine. Poor Magnus had the worst of it as he desperately scratched at his nose. I thanked him for doing a good job and returned him to my soulspace along with the others. With just me left alone in the room filled with a biohazard of a corpse, I channeled mana into another pathway. Erebus appeared and landed with all eight legs poking holes into the floor. He quickly pulled them out and turned around. I grunted, trying not to let the scent pass through my arm and failing as I pointed to the upper half of the corpse. Without delay and with no signs of suffering from the stench, he dove right into the torso of the tentacle creature, and I decided to leave the room. When he finally came out, he brought with him a loot orb and crawled up my arm. I was about to open it when the rest of the corpse startled to bubble. The cloth turned into a dark liquid, and the blood started to bubble. With the wave of nauseous gas spewing forth, I ran out of there. Stupid, weird-ass eldritch spawn. Why can''t I fight normal things for once!? Chapter 51: Out and About
I made my way down the stairs and plopped myself on the couch. The smell was so intense it assaulted me on my way down the stairs. Thankfully, the room''s air circulation was good, thanks to the giant hole in the ceiling. It was after I propped my legs up that I remembered I had something that could have prevented the olfactory overload. I summoned my mask with a disappointed facepalm and locked it into place. The mask would do nothing to help the me from a minute ago, but it was good to have in case I ran into more of those ''people'' dressed in black. Now that unfortunate hindsight was out of the way, I focused on the spider resting on me. Erebus waited patiently on my chest, staring at me with his unblinking purple eyes. I may not have understood the little spider completely, but I appreciated him as a familiar. His thoughts that did bleed through, the ones I could parse, were simple and direct. His happiness was quick to come, and he did not burden himself with the rest of the world. I''m a little jealous, Erebus. He didn''t respond to my thoughts but tapped my arm with his two front legs. Chuckling, I stopped delaying the looting process and cracked the orb. What landed in my hand nearly made me toss it on instinct. I may have jumped, only a little. It was another glass container, a spherical vial with a clay stopper on top. There were the same runes for sealing and containment, but instead of ''anchor,'' there was a new symbol. It looked like a pair of swords on fire. It was the most intricate rune I''d ever seen. It didn''t give me a good feeling about the vial''s contents. Like a pulsating mass of writhing worms, a ball of ooze-covered tentacles was floating inside a brackish liquid. At first, I thought it was alive, and I almost threw the vial away, not wanting it near my face, but after inspecting it closer, I found that the tentacles were merely swaying inside the solution. The thing looked gross as hell, and I could only imagine what weird potions it would make if I handed it over to an alchemist. If I sold it to them, Khrem and Travis would probably need to wear biohazard suits. If they tried not to, I''d heavily insist; I didn''t want to be responsible for some eldritch virus infecting the village. "What do you think, Erebus?" I asked as he tapped at the glass sphere with his legs. He tapped a few more times before spinning around and did the spider equivalent of a shrug. "Yeah, I don''t know what to think of it either. Looks gross as hell, though." I waved goodbye to Erebus and returned him to my soulspace. Not wanting to risk the vial getting shattered in a fight and its contents spilling out, I had Chomperz suction it up. When I summoned him, he even took the time to examine it slowly before he stored it inside his stomach. I couldn''t blame him. After another few minutes of relaxing and going through the memories Zharia shared, I finally exited the house. A quick rush of mana got Zharia and ¨¢ine onto my shoulders, and we set off. The plan was to keep a low profile and stay in the shadows. But after having found out the rift creatures could hide in extra-dimensional pockets, I made a small change to that plan. Instead, I kept close to buildings but stayed within the light. If something spotted me, I could run away and duck into one of the houses, but I was mostly hoping to find other adventurers. A twinge of guilt surged through me, and I pushed the thought away. Now was not the time to have self-introspection over the rift''s evolution. It took me nearly thirty minutes of slow-moving my way through the city till I reached the outer quarter. Most of the delays slowed me down because I had to move around fallen obstacles or find alternative routes. The monster that left the kaiju-sized footprints had done a number on the city streets, and several places were just massive sinkholes that made transversing in a straight line impossible. What disturbed me the most was the utter silence that blanketed the area. There was no sign of life, monsters, people, or otherwise. I expected something, anything, to pop out, but nothing did. It was not a good sign.
I crouched low on the ruins of what was once a single-story house, and I watched in silence. Little chance existed that anyone would hear me, but I couldn''t risk alerting the horde ahead that I was here. It seemed I finally found where most of the monsters went. They weren''t awake, but I didn''t think they were sleeping either. The mass of tentacles and slimy flesh moved constantly, but the movement seemed somehow delayed. I wanted to get closer and get a better look, but that would have been suicide. Instead, I activated Magnus'' skill. This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. When he appeared, I put a firm hand on his back and pushed him low to the roof. "Careful, big horde in front of us. Can you feel anything from here?" Magnus sniffed at the air and stalked to the roof''s edge. I kept a hand on his back in case he fell. When he activated his skill, I could feel his mana shift around him, actively trying to grab at something in the air. After nearly a minute of watching my familiar flex his claws, he opened his eyes and lowered his head. "No, Master. I''m sorry.... The mana is too faded for me to absorb." I placed my hand on his head and gently ruffled his fur. "Don''t be sorry. You did a good job. Go to ¨¢ine and see if you can find anything in that direction." He responded with a lick to my fingers, and I smirked as he bounded off towards the other side of the roof. Zharia was going slowly through some of the more intact buildings, searching for enchanted spaces like the cellar. And ¨¢ine was memorizing which parts of the city were the least damaged. I shifted my attention away from my companions and directed it towards the motionless creatures near the barrier. Their tentacles hovered close to the invisible line about five meters away, suggesting they were deliberately avoiding physical contact with the barrier. Noting that tidbit for later, I continued my examination. The monsters varied in size, shape, and colour. Some had claws, others had tentacles, and they all had several pairs of eyes. They looked like a mix of monsters of the deep trenches and creatures of rot and shadow. They all looked disgusting. I clicked my tongue and began crawling away from the roof''s edge. There was nothing I could do here. Any chances I had at trying to meet up with the others were nonexistent. The monsters covered the entire edge of the barrier, their bodies and limbs forming a wall that prevented sight to the other side. "Guys, come back to me. We''re leaving." ¨¢ine flew over with Magnus walking behind her. I sat ¨¢ine on my shoulder while I picked Magnus up and jumped off the roof onto a nearby platform. Before I could send a message to Zharia, a rush of excitement flowed through the connection, and I raised an eyebrow. "Zharia? What''s up?: "Master! Saw movement. Sounded like feet. Come this way." Zharia sent over her flight path, and I picked up on the general direction of where she went. She looked like she was flying above the remains of a butcher shop. A part of the building that stood standing had lines of hooks hanging from the ceiling. A few hooks still held up fish by their tails. Plunging deeper into her thoughts, she showed me the spot where she thought she heard the sounds of leather boots sprinting across the stone floor. There was even a vague impression of a footprint in the dust. I grabbed Magnus, and we set off. I had to jump over a wreck of spikes and blood-stained earth, but it was relatively easy to get to where Zharia was perched. She flew down and extended a wing towards the building, and I nodded. Setting Magnus down, I let him take the lead, and we carefully approached. The vague footprint was still there, and I searched for other signs of passage but found none. Magnus bent down and sniffed the print but shook his head a moment later. That was fine. I kept everyone nearby in case another monster was near and then cleared the room in a circular sweep. There wasn''t much to search for. The building the freezer was attached to was no more, and despite probing with my mana sense, I found no signs of enchantments in place. After another two passes, I called the search off and exited the building. "Did you find anything else during your search, Zharia?" She shook her head and let out a defeated trill. "No." Where the hell are you hiding? I looked both ways and did a mental coin flip; in the end, I decided to check out the building that was three stories tall. It had a large double door, so I had no idea what the actual business the place used to conduct was. The doors were closed, but I noticed something strange about the steps leading to the door. It looked melted in place. Several spots on the stone material had holes that were a quarter thick. I crouched and noticed a trail of the same melted holes leading towards the side of the building. My familiars perked up, and Magnus licked one of the holes. I quickly pulled him back, concerned for his tongue, but he looked at me concerned. "Master?" he asked. "Magnus, don''t go licking things like that. You don''t know what''s inside; it could have been acid," I lectured in exasperation. He lowered his head and flicked his tail. At first, I wasn''t sure what he was doing, but then I noticed it. Barely affecting more than five strands of fur, a small patch of crystal covered the hairs. And shining with a faint light was a tiny bit of green. "Mana activated your skill? What does it taste like?" He swished his tail back and sniffed one of the holes again. "Sour, sharp. It tingles." So probably poison-based, potentially acid. That rogue, Levin, from the rift expedition, used that kind of mana. Still, I put both hands on my hip and let out a sigh. I was getting too worked up, and my nerves were not appreciating the stress of the situation. "Alright then, you did well. Just please be careful in the future. I''ll be relying on you, okay?" He nodded and bumped his head into my leg. I reached down, scratched behind his ears, and stood up. Following the trail, we made our way around the tall building and stopped at a narrow space between it and another house next to it. Magnus could fit as well as my other familiars, but I had to turn sideways and hold my spear to my side. As I squeezed my way through, I sensed the use of mana and tried to move, but something wrapped around my mouth and pulled me backwards. Magnus let out a roar in protest, and Zharia screeched, but a sharp sssshhh came from behind me, and I told my familiars to relax. If whatever or whoever grabbed me wanted to take me out, they didn''t need to tell my spirits to be silent. They could have slit my throat right then and there. Now that I wasn''t in panic mode, I realized what I felt pulling me deeper into the hidden passage. "You know, this doesn''t do anything to silence me," I said casually as the person clutching me came to a stop. Their fingers tightened around the edge of my mask, and I stuck out my tongue to lick them. The person recoiled and pulled their hand back, which let me break free. The sound of the passage closing behind me was followed by the passage being plunged into darkness, but I didn''t care. My night vision enabled me to see easily in the lightless space. I held out my spear, and Magnus and Zharia lit up with mana. Magnus'' fur grew a layer of crystal, and Zharia sprouted little juts of flames. Standing before me was a lithe figure around the same height as me. She was dressed in all black leather except for the green patterned scarf around their neck. She had a black mask covering the bottom half of their face, but two features made my eyes widen. On their head was a pair of dark brown horns that curved up and backwards with a slight tilt. And glowing in the pitch-black room was a set of bright orange orbs that switched between my spear and my spirits. She''s a felkin... that''s... unexpected.
Chapter 52: Into the Smugglers Den I lowered my spear enough that it wasn''t pointed directly at her. She visibly relaxed but maintained a ready posture. There were two daggers sheathed around her waist, and her fingers hovered near them. "That''s a convenient mask of yours. I wasn''t expecting that." I frowned and reached up to slowly remove my mask. The felkin tensed, and her fingers drifted closer to her blades. I held my other hand up to show her I wasn''t doing anything nefarious. With my mask off, I tucked it into my belt and stared at her directly. "Master? She looks like you," Magnus mentioned, slightly confused. "She looks nothing like him! And she smells different," Zharia chirped back. I ignored my spirits'' comments and continued to stare till she frowned and lowered her hands. I raised an eyebrow, but she shrugged in response. "If you were going to attack me, you could have. Just don''t do anything funny." I crossed my arms. "Hillarious, considering I''m the one who just got kidnapped. " She had the decency to look a little guilty but also crossed her arms. "Yeah, and that''s why you are alive right now. Come on, follow me." She started moving down the passage, and I followed. My foot paused as I finally noticed the thin, fleshy tail flicking in the air. It was the same colour as her skin and ended with a pointed tip. The end had a hardened, dark-green bone tip sharpened to a needlepoint. The tail was a surprise, and I was curious about what it felt like. I never questioned it when a beastkin had a tail, but seeing another felkin have one made me feel almost, jealous. Even Cal said I might acquire a tail in my evolution, and I wasn''t sure how I felt about that. While secretly observing her, I kept pace behind her with my familiars in tow. Magnus kept his skill active while Zharia let the flames die out as she resettled back on my shoulder. And then there was ¨¢ine, who remained silent as she kicked her legs. At least one of us is having a relaxing time. It wasn''t a long walk; barely ten seconds later, we stopped before a metal door. There were enchantments along the edges of the frame, but I could only assume it was some locking system. "So, are you what I think you are?" She glanced back and smirked. "I''m pretty sure I know all the felkins in the kingdom. So imagine my surprise when I arrive on the island and see you on the beach. My first thought was wondering who you were, where you come from, and what family you belonged to." I frowned and crossed my arms again. She didn''t answer my question directly, but the answer was obvious. Still, if she wanted to play a game of secrets, I was willing to oblige. However, one thing finally clicked, and I slipped my mask back on my face. "That strange feeling of being watched, the brief pulses of mana I felt, that was you. Did you enjoy playing Stalker? I don''t know if it''s common where you come from, but we call that creepy from where I''m from." Her eye twitched, but she kept an impressive grasp on her facial expression. Again, she didn''t answer me directly, but it was all the information I needed. In a way, it was relieving to find out I wasn''t going crazy at the time. I would have to throw Isaac an apology the next time I saw him. When he didn''t show up for at least a couple of hours during the first night of the festival, I assumed it was him keeping tabs on me. The asshole was a suspicious jerk, but I should have trusted him more. Teddy and the others did, and they would willingly put their lives in his hands; I owed the rogue some confidence. To my surprise, the woman pouted and then sighed. "Yeah, that was me, sorry. There are so few of our kind in Solunaria, probably less than a hundred in all of Inoria. You were too interesting to leave alone, and I tried to find out who you were. So, sorry, but also not." I raised an eyebrow at the not-so-apologetic apology. Being spied on was not a nice feeling, but it wasn''t like she did anything harmful. In her position, I would have done the same thing. Before I could reply, she placed her hand on a hidden indent on the wall. I felt mana running through the door''s enchantments. When the stone slid away, revealing a wide room, I wasn''t surprised. She walked in, and I followed, keeping my spear close in case this was an elaborate setup for an ambush. I doubted it was true, but it didn''t hurt to be ready. I was about to look around as I entered the room when a voice came shouting from the left. "Sereza! You''re back!" The owner of the voice belonged to a little girl no older than seven. Her hair was dirty, and there was dirt lining her clothes. A few holes and rips could be seen lining the hem of her dress, and her shoes had seen better days. However, despite the outfit fit for street urchins, her skin was healthy and vibrant. She also had some meat on her bones, her cheeks chubby rather than sunken in. The felkin named Sereza let out a soft groan, but she turned and smiled as the little human missile impacted her legs. When she tried to wrap her arms around Sereza''s waist, the felkin instead bent down and placed a hand on her head. "Hey, what did I tell you about being loud?" The little girl looked up with a guilty expression, and she looked almost ready to cry. "I... I''m supposed to be quiet. That if we''re not careful, big bad monsters could hear us and find us." She paused, holding back a sob. "But, Sereza, it''s so scary down here. Mr. Ruggard is still sleeping, and Ms. Neila passed out. She said her head was hurting." Sereza placed a hand under the girl''s chin and forced her to look up. "Is Ms. Neila asleep? How long ago was this?" "Uhm, well, nine minutes ago? She started complaining about her head a couple of minutes after you left. Why? Is something wrong?" "¨¢ine, be ready. It looks like we''re dealing with a head injury. Might need more mana than usual." ¨¢ine stopped kicking her legs and nodded. As Sereza was busy trying to untangle herself from the child''s vice-grip, I stepped forward, which caused the girl to let out a short scream. She immediately clamped a hand over her mouth while hiding behind Sereza. The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. I ignored the girl and tapped my spear on the ground to grab Sereza''s attention. "Where''re the people at? We might not have much time if Neila is suffering from a head injury." Sereza''s face grew serious, and she pointed to a stack of boxes piled up across the room. "Behind there, this place was probably a smuggling facility, so I figured everyone would be safer if we remained out of sight, just in case. Lots of crates to hide behind." I nodded and started walking deeper into the room. Magnus informed me the woman and the girl were following behind, the former frowning while the latter looked nearly terrified. I put them out of my mind and sent ¨¢ine ahead. She took off from my shoulder and flew over the mountain of crates. By the time I rounded the corner, I already knew what to expect. I stopped at the small cot where a large beastkin was sleeping. His body was in rough shape, with multiple wounds covering his skin. It seemed Sereza had bandaged what she could, but fresh blood soaked more than a few of the bandages. And to the man''s right, lying curled up on a large crate, was the body of an elven woman. ¨¢ine stood near her neck, looked up at me, and shook her head. She tried pushing mana into the woman''s body, and it managed to enter. But the healing energy didn''t flow and pooled around the spot ¨¢ine was sending it in. Sereza and the little girl joined me as they finally rounded the corner. When Sereza glanced over, I subtly shook my head, and her eyes widened. Her mouth morphed into a frown, and she quickly covered the little girl''s eyes before shuffling her back behind the crates. I could hear the little girl questioning what was happening, but Sereza waited until they were far enough away before she whispered back. With a sigh, I picked up ¨¢ine and sat her next to the beastkin on the cot. Luckily, he was still breathing, so he was, at the very least, alive. ¨¢ine looked up, and I nodded, and she began using her skill. She focused on his head; the wounds, while numerous, weren''t life-threatening. Closing my eyes, I crouched and placed my hand on the otherside of the man''s head. Sinking into my soulspace, I focused on the connection between my spirit and me and tried to sense what ¨¢ine''s healing did to his body. It was hard, and I was rusty. Admittedly, I had other things to practice and focus on during the time leading up to the festival. And it was too late to complain about my lack of skill. I let the world fall away and pushed through ¨¢ine''s thoughts. The information her skill gave her was incredible, and it never ceased to amaze me how lucky I was for Cal to provide me with her skillstone. As her skill spread, it was quick to see what was causing the man to sleep. He was actually in a bit of a coma due to severe blood loss. Thankfully, his head was fine, and most of the problems were due to the amount of internal hemorrhaging he had. Sereza must have cleaned up a lot more blood than I thought. I wonder if she used any healing potions on him. ¨¢ine removed her hand, cutting off the connection to his body, then flew to his chest, where she landed and placed her hands on a patch of exposed skin uncovered by the missing clump of fur. I injected more mana into his body and reestablished the connection with ¨¢ine''s memories. Slowly, she used a quarter to fix all the internal injuries and quickly fixed the wounds near the surface level. She restitched the flesh and produced blood. She briefly paused so I could help reset one of the man''s arms in place, his bone having broken in place above the elbow. I did what she asked, and she finished the rest of the treatment before pulling away. I opened my eyes and gave the fairy a bright smile. When I picked ¨¢ine up, she pointed to his face, and I rolled my eyes as she booped his snout. With all said and done I placed her back on her usual spot on my shoulder and stood up. Sereza was behind me with her arms crossed with an impressed expression. "I''ve seen healing skills before, and that''s rather impressive. How much mana did you use? Your familiar, she pulls from your mana pool when she empties, right?" I made my mask show three question marks, and I crossed my arms. "That information is a little personal, don''t you think?" She shrugged. "Maybe. I was just curious. Most healing skills are mana-hogs, completely inefficient. Didn''t want to have to worry about you suffering mana fatigue." I uncrossed my arms and returned my mask to its blank state. "Ah, fuck it. It used up a good chunk of her mana, but no, she didn''t have to draw from my mana pool. His injuries weren''t bad, but he lost too much blood and was in a coma." Her eyes widened, and she started to scowl, but I continued speaking before she could get the wrong idea. "Not blaming you; you did well on cleaning his wounds. There was a lot of internal bleeding, though, so it wouldn''t have meant much. Your bandages are probably the only reason he is alive. So don''t take it as me accusing you. Although, I have one question." "What?" "Why are you taking care of them? The girl, the woman, him, why? And why didn''t you use a healing potion?" She gritted her teeth, and I saw four sharp fangs, thinner and pointier than mine. "That''s none of your business. And I did use a healing potion. I did it when I was bandaging him up. But the potions use too much from the body, and I was afraid of doing more damage than I could help." I shrugged and chucked inwardly as her expression of anger turned from fury to confusion. "You''re probably right. How''s the little girl?" "Fine, for now. She''s scared, but I don''t think the reality of the situation has hit yet. " She sighed, and she clicked her tongue. "She might break down later. She glanced back at the girl who sat on a pile of blue wooden crates. The girl had pulled her knees to her chest and put her head down. I wasn''t sure how to feel about the situation; I never excelled at handling kids. Sam''s little nephews, balls of kinetic energy masquerading as human kids, made me want to keep my distance. " You can handle that when it happens." I made it clear that it was her problem and not mine. And without wanting to dwell too long on that topic, I moved on. "So, what are your plans? And why did you kidnap me as I was passing through?" "Hey, I didn''t kidnap you. I was saving your life. You don''t know what''s inside that building." "Oh? Do tell." She sighed and sat on a nearby box while glancing at the dead woman. "Hard to describe, big bastard with whiteish scales. Smells like rot and salty water. Think of a drake whose bottom half is a mass of tentacles and random claws." I blinked a couple of times, trying to picture what she described. "That''s, huh, okay. Any idea on its tier?" She shrugged. "Don''t know. It''s huge, so I want to say tier two, but tier two monsters are supposed to be separated to the other side of the barrier." She shrugged. "Whatever tier it is, I just know I don''t want to fight the bastard." We spent the next twenty minutes talking and discussing how the first night went. The little girl''s name I found out was Tilly. Sereza found her running away from her house while a monster was destroying it. Apparently, her parents were killed in front of her before she ran away, which made Sereza all the more concerned for Tilly''s mental well-being. Shortly after finding Tilly, they hid near the butcher shop. When one of the giant monsters came through and began destroying everything, they tried escaping through the narrow space between buildings and discovered the passage door opened. Being underground and hidden was better than being out in the open with monsters roaming nearby, so they entered the passage and found the hideout filled with crates. The other two, the dead woman and the beastkin were both found inside this passage. The beastkin was bleeding heavily while the elven woman was frantically searching the crates for bandages. Given the secret passage, the large room filled with goods, and the bits of conversation Sereza heard, there was a good chance the two were part of the smuggling operation. Then, when Sereza revealed her presence, the two were surprised. They argued, they were angry, all the typical stuff expected when they realized they left the hideout door open. The beastkin didn''t give a name, and Sereza didn''t care to ask, so he was simply a smuggler guy. When he passed out and caused Tilly to scream, she begrudgingly helped clean up his wounds and used one of her healing potions. The potion and bandages finally convinced the elven woman to calm down and sit back while Sereza went to work. The rest was history. Apparently, she was doing the same thing I was doing and was out scouting the city, leaving the kid and the two adults here. When I asked her what she planned on doing, she shrugged and pointed to the little girl still sulking nearby. "I don''t know. Before you found me, I was hoping to find a new hiding place; this area is too close to that wall of monsters. What about you? How did you survive the night?" "Manor middle of the city, my familiar noticed enchantments on a tree next to a hidden cellar. I found a family of four down there and spent the night. Once morning came, I wanted to get a lay of the land. And I promised to come to the outskirts and see if anyone else was alive." She pointed a finger and scowled. "And what''s your reasoning for giving a shit? They are rift-born. Why would it matter if they wanted to know if their friends or loved ones are alive?" I didn''t answer for a minute and saw the shit-eating grin grow on her face. Eventually, I pointed a thumb back to the sleeping beastkin. "Because something in my gut tells me these guys matter. And if saving some people in a rift will get me better rewards in the end, why not? I''m not willing to give my life for them, but a little extra effort and risk won''t kill me." She smiled. "Huh, good answer. So, what now? Wake the big guy, and we can make our way to the hidden cellar you were talking about?" "We? Are we joining up now? Do I get a say in this?" "Is that a no? Shouldn''t we have solidarity for being felkins?" "I barely know you." "Well, nothing like surviving fifteen days of misery to form close bonds." This time, I laughed loudly. It felt good to banter like this, even if a part of me hurt at the similarities I was feeling. When I looked over, I saw her smiling wide, her fangs exposed in the grin. "Fine, fine," I said after calming down. "Let''s wake Wolfy here, and we can head off. It''d probably be best if we returned to the cellar before night hits." "Agreed. Let me go talk to Tilly." I nodded and watched her hop off the crate. The sway of her tail made me think of Cal, and I couldn''t help but wonder how he was doing. I had a long list of things to interrogate him about the next time I saw him. And I''ll find out the truth about what caused the rift to evolve. I can''t keep bringing trouble wherever I go. Chapter 53: Switching Shelters Eventually, it was time to leave, and the beastkin was still asleep. I didn''t feel like getting attacked by a scared werewolf, so I kept prodding him in the face with the butt of my spear. It took a couple of pokes, but he started to stir after I began to push harder. "Ughhh, cut it out," he groaned. I ignored him and kept poking. He started to growl and swung a meaty paw, knocking my spear aside. "I said stop! What sadistic bastard wakes someone up like that?" "The kind that doesn''t want a claw to the face." I twirled my spear and tapped it on the ground, making the man look in my direction. "I healed your injuries, so let''s go." His eyes opened barely, his amber iris taking on a reflective sheen in the dim light. "And where exactly are we going, stranger? I''ve had the pleasure of interacting with one of the monsters out there. There''s no chance in hells that you are getting me to go back out." I stared at him silently. My mask displayed three angry-looking eyes, constantly shifting in size. I waited till I could see the man start to get nervous. "Fine by me. If you are okay with being left alone with the corpse, you''re free to do so. I did my heroic duty and fixed your shit. What you do next is none of my concern." "What, what corpse? Hold up, where''s Nei-" He turned around and found the covered corpse of the elven woman. I could see genuine anger and sadness start forming, and I was prepared for him to do something stupid. Thankfully, my concerns were unwarranted as he stood up and rushed to her side. He slowly caressed her face after pulling back the tan tarp we used to cover the woman''s body. His other hand dug furrows into the wooden crate beneath her. "What happened? Why am I alive, and she''s dead? I had the worst injuries, not her." Sereza walked up and stood beside me. She glanced over and gave me an inquisitive look, but I shook my head and lowered my spear. I let the man recover the corpse and turn around before I answered. "Head injury of some kind. She might have seemed fine, but such injuries can be silent killers. Left untreated, she died shortly before I arrived." He nodded grimly and stood up. His hands trembled slightly, which he concealed by squeezing his fists. Where I expected tears, there was a look of solemn determination. Giving the corpse one last glance, he glanced around before walking over to a pile of dirty crates. Curious, I watched him pick up and toss two of the top crates before dusting off the bottom one. He tugged hard on the flimsy lock and let it fall to the floor. When he reached inside, he pulled out an iron mace, a belt sheath, and a set of leather armour. He finished putting on the gear and turned around. "Where are you heading?" Sereza cut in and pointed a finger to the boxes behind him. "Before we answer that, how much of what''s stored here is useful? Is there a box of potions or elixirs sitting around that we could use?" He let out a low growl and entered a stare-off with the felkin. Inwardly, I was chuckling at watching this short demoness look utterly unbothered by the much larger wolfman. Eventually, the beastkin gave in and looked away. Something tells me the elven woman was the spitfire in the relationship. "Not much around here outside of a few antiques. Much of this is fake, merely bait to distract anyone who finds the hideout. And we moved most of our supplies the day before we were supposed to fetch a new shipment of goods last night." Sereza frowned. "So there''s nothing useful? Damn, you could at least pay me back the potion I used on you." In response, he sighed and strutted over to another pile of boxes. This time, he reached for something behind a large crate in the middle. When he pulled back his hand, it was holding a small lacquered box about the width of my chest. It was small and thin, without any flairs or decorative detail on the outside of the wood. He walked over, placed it on a crate beside Sereza, and stepped back. He crossed his arms while pointing his chin at the container. Sereza looked at him suspiciously before slowly reaching down and undoing the latch keeping the box shut. After sending him another suspicious glare, she flipped the lid open and revealed five neatly stacked potions. "What are these?" she asked as she lifted up a vial containing a purple liquid. "Something I misplaced during the last delivery. There are two mid-tier healing potions fit for tier-two injuries, a tier-two antidote that works on most known poisons and toxins, along with two mana potions, low quality." She whistled and set the potion back. "Not bad, decent potions. Were you thinking of making easy coin since you''re not tier two? Or did you think you''d survive the toll of what a tier-two health potion would extract from your body?" "I''m not that stupid! It was a low-stakes investment. Nobody would miss a potion going missing when transporting a dozen crates of the stuff." I reached over and grabbed one of the health potions and examined it. The vial was unenchanted, which was not a surprise but a little disappointing. Sereza raised an eyebrow, and I shrugged. "I''ll take this one if you don''t mind. You can keep the rest." She frowned and cocked her head. "What about one of the mana potions? Wouldn''t you need those?" "No, not really," I replied. In the corner of my vision, the beastkin was staring at me with calculating eyes, so I made my mask show an eye on the side in his direction. "If you don''t want the antidote, I''ll take that as well, but it''s not a big deal." Instead of protesting like I thought she would, she plucked the antidote vial from the box before tossing it over. I caught it with my other hand and nodded before turning back to the beastkin. "Hey, what''s your name? I''m getting tired of calling you Wolfie in my head. And are there any crates filled with food? Perishable or otherwise?" More growls and I could see his eye twitch at the mention of being called Wolfie. " Basta, not Wolfie. And yes, there''s a box filled with packages of dried meat and preserved jams in the back." "Good. Want to grab that so we can go already?" He smashed a fist into a nearby crate and snarled. "I''m not your errand boy. Get it yourself." "I don''t know where the box is. You do. And again, I saved your life. Grab the damn food, or stay here. I really don''t care for hostility at this point." Another stare-off commenced, and I responded with pure nonchalance. I wasn''t about to deal with idiotic aggression for another fourteen days. If he wanted to stay here and be antagonistic, so be it. This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. Again, to my amusement, Basta was the first to give, and he walked away, deeper into the hideout while grumbling. I chose to ignore the less-than-pleasant words about being short and stubborn and sat down. Sereza sat down on a nearby crate with a smile teasing the corner of her mouth. "I''m starting to like you more and more, stranger. The mask is a little weird, but whatever." I made the mask run through a series of long emojis before returning to the three-eyed smile. "The mask is fun and enchanted, so there''s no reason not to wear it." I watched as Magnus came back, held under the little girl''s arms. Sereza turned and nearly got up, but Tilly was no longer crying. Her smile was a little forced, but her posture was much more relaxed than before. With Magnus hanging limply in her arms, he looked all the more like a stuffed toy, which made me want to draw him and Tilly in my journal. "Tilly? Are you okay?" Sereza asked. Tilly nodded, and she held up Magnus. The cub meowed weakly as he flopped his head over her wrist. The cub''s antics received some laughs from the two. "Thanks for playing along, Magnus. This''ll make it easier when we get out of here." As I sent over the message, Magnus cracked open an eye and looked at me. He nodded his head and went back to playing dead. We made some small talk, and Sereza carefully probed the little girl on how she felt. All in all, she was holding up remarkably well considering the situation, and I couldn''t help but be jealous of the kid''s adaptability. When Basta returned, he carried a large wooden crate in both arms. Once he was standing in front of me, he let the box fall with a loud thump, which caused Tilly to flinch in fright. She cowered behind Sereza''s leg, which earned the woman''s death stare. He held his hands up and looked guilty as he saw how much he frightened the little girl. "Sorry, I was not thinking." "You better be. If monsters find this location because of you, I''ll let them eat you first." "Fine, fine. I said I was sorry." He quickly turned away from Sereza''s fury and pulled open the box''s lid. The scent that drifted out was pleasant in a muted, smokey kind of way. Half the box was filled with stacked packages wrapped in wax-coated paper. The other half was taken up by rows and rows of glass jars about five inches tall. There was a variety of colourful fruit and jams stored inside. "I hope you don''t expect me to carry this." I decided to be a little dramatic and held up my hand. With a snap of my fingers, I timed the flow of my mana so that Chomperz would appear as if I had a somatic requirement for my skill. The little dragonling appeared and hovered midair. The beastkin had scrambled back while Sereza''s eyes widened in surprise before turning my way. Chomperz ignored them as he began sucking in the large crate and the two potions. By the time he was done, the other adults in the room were both staring at me like I had grown a second head. "Thank you, Chomperz. I''ll have some space cleared the next time I summon you." I waved goodbye to my dragonling, who nodded his little dragon head before flying back into my chest. My dimensional storage skill was impressive, with a fair amount of space for something at the zeroeth tier. But even the endless void that was my dragon''s stomach had its limits. And that last crate was pushing at the edge of what he could fit. When I returned my focus to my surroundings, I looked around and found all three of the room''s inhabitants still staring. "Not answering questions, so don''t bother." I stood up, grabbed my spear, and began heading towards the passage''s entrance. The others were still staring, but I studiously ignored them in favour of finally getting the show on the road. It took another five minutes before we all gathered at the hidden wall. Basta looked deathly serious, his fist clenching and unclenching around his iron mace. Sereza looked ready, determined even, especially when she looked back to smile down at Tilly. And for the little girl''s part, she looked frightened as hell, but no one blamed her, so even Basta kept silent. Sereza activated the enchantment on the wall, and the stone door slid up and into the ceiling. I took point with Magnus slightly ahead of me while Sereza was next, followed by Tilly, then Basta. The general idea was to have the little girl sandwiched between everyone so she could be the most protected. Unlike us, she had no way of defending herself. When we exited the passage and reentered daylight, I was forced to turn my body to squeeze my way through quickly. I struggled my way out of the narrow passage and into the streets, and it was finally my turn to stare in wonder as I watched the bulky beastkin slide right through the passage. There should have been no way his broad shoulders would fit, yet somehow, his body suffered no resistance sliding between the narrow space. It was like his body turned into squishable jelly, and he simply compressed himself to fit. I wasn''t the only one to give him a strange look, and he growled while unhooking his mace. Ignoring him for now, I turned to Sereza. "I want to see the monster you were talking about first. I need to know what we''ll be dealing with." She scowled and glanced back at Tilly before moving closer. "Fine, but don''t enter past the rubble. There was a strange distortion around it, and I don''t want to be running for my life while trying to escort a kid and a muscular goon." I nodded and moved around the broken fence. Leaving the others behind, my familiars and I noiselessly approached the massive hole in the back of the building. I stopped when we reached the corner where the debris was scattered in a vague line. We leaned around the corner together, and my heart skipped a beat. Sereza''s description was accurate, but she undersold just how large it really was. The thing was terrifying, and I could smell the familiar stench of rot and brine. I continued to watch it, unmoving as the thing stood perfectly still. Its maw was frozen in a silent roar, and I tried to count the number of clawed spikes jutting out from the ground. This thing is definitely tier two. Fuck. I backed away slowly, with Magnus in my arms. The girls remained silent, clutching onto my shoulders and neck. I wouldn''t touch the thing unless I had an entire group of people to help lock it down. With my curiosity sated and a new concern unlocked, I stepped next to Sereza, and she gave me a knowing look. Yeah, I''m not fucking with that monstrosity. With my idiotic curiosity satisfied, we resumed formation and began our trek through the city. It was an agonizingly slow trip, making our way through the city. The others were on a constant lookout, and their nerves were starting to annoy me. Every random sound would set the beastkin on edge, and Tilly was a ball of shuffling fear. Sereza was too busy trying to keep the little girl calm to be helpful, so I had to tune them out and rely on Zharia to do some scouting. It took three times as long to get to the manor, but when we did, there were obvious looks of relief in the others'' eyes. Sereza''s weariness surprised me, but one look at the little girl nervously keeping her head on a swivel answered why she was tired. I opened the hatch and had Zharia use her feathers as some added light. When she lit up in golden fire, the broken stairway was revealed, and I winced. Turning around, I let the others get a good look at why I stopped. "This shouldn''t be a problem, but we''ll have to help Tilly down," I said as I started to climb down the cellar steps. Basta grunted and made his way first, pushing past Sereza, who was trying to coax Tilly down the stairs. "The hideout was more secure than this," he grumbled. Sereza glared at him but ignored the beastkin and helped Tilly navigate the steps. I helped lift her past the broken sections, and we made it into the cellar. Sereza secured the metal bar into the door handles, and they stopped before the black tear in reality. "That is messing with my eyes. I hate it," Sereza complained. "You get used to it." "What kind of people lived here? This is some serious runework," Basta commented as he reached a hand out slowly. I turned to him before I stepped through the illusion. "Come find out. But let me be clear. If you hurt them, I will feed you to the abominations outside." I watched as he flinched at my words and took an involuntary step back. I may have had Zharia flash the room with a brief burst of flames to add to the dramatics, but it was needed. Going through all the effort of saving people only for one asshole to mess everything up was not something I was willing to put up with. It was better to nix the problem before it started. And Basta could easily grow to become one if left unchecked. With a final glare, I pushed through the illusion and into the otherside. The room was empty, but the hidden bedroom door was open. Poltor poked his head out, and I waved. The man relaxed and walked out, followed by the rest of his family. They kept to the back of the room as Sereza, Tilly, and Basta pushed past the illusion and entered the room. Tilly remained behind Sereza''s leg, her thin frame barely poking out from behind the felkin. I was about to introduce the newest arrivals to the cellar hideout when the daughter, Mayuma, called, pushed past her mom''s arms, and leaned forward with her head cocked. "Tilly?" Mayuma asked. "Tilly! You''re here!" Mayuma ran out of her parents'' reach and barreled toward Sereza. The felkin looked so bewildered I couldn''t help but chuckle as the human girl tackled a somewhat confused Tilly. Thankfully, it was a good interaction because Tilly hugged and jumped with Mayuma a second later. I glanced at her parents and saw a concerned Osilla staring at the children. But Poltor''s reaction was the funniest. He was trying to hide his tears with a stoic face, his mouth and eyes twitching while his son stared at him like he suddenly turned purple. With my escort mission complete, I moved to the back-left corner of the room and summoned a chair. After sitting down, my familiars hopped off my shoulders and into my waiting hands. It was a bit of a squeeze with all three crowding the space, but it felt good to cuddle them before they returned to my soulspace. When their weight resettled back on my soul, I let a lazy smile spread. It was good to finally sit back and relax. Chapter 54: Shelter Woes After the girls'' reunion ended in laughter mixed with weepy crying, Osilla escorted them to the bedroom, where they could hang out on one of the beds for a moment of privacy. Poltor had a talk with Basta, and I was afraid I would have to step in, but the large beastkin walked away from the exchange with frightful glances back to the much smaller human man. I was too far away to hear the exchange, but I was curious as to what Poltor said to cower the smuggler so effectively. Eventually, Sereza walked up and stared at my chair before sitting down with her back to the wall. She crossed her legs, and her tail wrapped around her waist. When she finished, she leaned her head back and joined me, staring at the ceiling. There was blissful silence for a couple of minutes till she turned her head away from the ceiling to look at me. "You are an interesting demon, Cyrus. " "Thanks? I think?" I replied. She chuckled, and her amber eyes trailed down my face to the chair I was sitting on. "I count four summons. Not just summons, but familiars, if my guess is correct." I said nothing, so she continued. "Throw in the shifting mask and the dimensional storage item; it all points to you being somebody interesting. And as I''ve said before, I know all the felkins in Solunaria, and none of them look like you." I silently took off my mask and laid it on my lap. Running a hand through my hair, I rolled my neck to look into her eyes. "You only listed half of the strange things about me, so I think I''m doing good. Keep hanging around me, and you''ll find that things get much stranger than that." She squinted but shrugged a second later. "Maybe. I just might do that. We have fourteen days left, after all." I smiled and summoned a wooden bowl filled with steaming hot pastries. They were little balls of dough stuffed with crab and fish. Then, to add to the flavour, they were topped with three different sauces that made the pastries spicy-sweet. I handed over the bowl, and she took it with some confusion. That confusion fell away into a bright smile as she smelled the delicious food. When she looked over, I had already summoned another bowl of pastries and tossed one into my mouth. The things were good, and I was glad I bought a dozen bowls of the stuff back in Helio. I had to pay extra for the bowls, but that wasn''t too much of an issue. While eating, I was stealing glances at Sereza from the corner of my eye. The most confusing thing I noticed was that, unlike me, she used one of her daggers to skewer the fishballs before blowing on them. She only stuck the food into her mouth after cooling it off. At first, I thought maybe she didn''t like the heat and simply enjoyed her food at a cooler temperature. But that theory was tossed out the window when one of the balls fell off her dagger, and she caught it with her hand. The steaming hot insides of the dough dripped down her hand, and she made an audible wince before tossing it back into the bowl. The food is too hot? Huh, that''s strange. I barely felt the heat from the food. I recognized that it was warm, but the actual heat did nothing to my skin, so I used my hands to deliver the food to my mouth. It was easy to forget the passive resistances Cal''s perk gave me. The effects were forgettable until I forced myself to watch other people interact with the world. "Are you okay? Did it burn you?" She shook her head and skewered another pastry. "Nah, I''m good. Damn thing stung, though." She popped the ball into her mouth and chewed with a contented groan. "Fuck, these are good. Thanks for sharing." "No problem." We sat and rested for a while. Eventually, Tilly came out of the bedroom with Mayuma in hand, and they raced towards Sereza. She shot me an apologetic look as she stood up and intercepted the two missiles before they breached my corner of the room. And like a revolving door, Poltor walked up and replaced Sereza''s spot. At least he didn''t sit down, not that it would have been a problem. "What''s up?" He kept his stare trained on his daughter and let a smile settle on his face. "Thank you. Even if you didn''t mean to, thank you. It''s good to see her happy in this situation." I waved a hand and pointed to Sereza. "Thank her, not me. She''s the one who found and kept her safe. I merely stumbled on where they were hiding." He tore his gaze away from the children and frowned as he looked down at me. "And you helped escort them across the city. You took hours out of your time to help people find a place to hide and be safe. You helped my daughter reunite with her friend. Don''t dismiss what you did, Cyrus. So, please accept my thanks." I mulled his words and gave them some thought. Sure, I went out of my way, more than I had to, but it wasn''t that big of a deal. I would have spent hours returning to this place anyway. And the truth was, if it came to protecting them and my own life, I''d choose mine. Too many people were expecting me to stay alive during this rift to so casually throw it away in some bout of heroism. Rather than argue my point, I nodded once and then looked at the man. "Thank you, then." I rested my chin on my palm and motioned to Basta, sitting on the other side of the room. "What did you say to him? No offense to you, but he looks like he can tear off your limbs." Poltor frowned and followed my gaze to Basta resting on the floor. He turned back to me and smirked. "Simple. I said that if he touched a hair on my children''s head, I would gut him like a fish." My mouth fell open, and I stared, shocked. Hearing such bloodthirsty words come out of his mouth was not what I was expecting to hear. I was guessing somewhere along the lines of him using me as a threat, which I wasn''t opposed to. But to gut him like a fish? That was shocking. "You are a surprising man, Poltor." He shrugged. "When you have kids, you''ll understand. They mean the world to me, my lovely wife included. If I had to throw myself before a monster''s claws, I''d do it willingly. It''s my duty as a father, and I wouldn''t have it any other way." "Fair enough. Was there anything else you needed?" This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. "Yes, actually. Did you happen to check out our house when you left? We aren''t low on food, but having more would be better, and our coldbox should have been stocked." "Oh yeah, I did. Osilla made sure to ask me to check it out. I have the coldbox, so just tell me where to put it." "Wait. You have the coldbox? The whole thing?" "Uh, yes? It wasn''t that big, so it was easy to grab." He looked at me with a face I was all too used to seeing. It was a nice bit of familiarity amongst the chaos, so I inwardly chuckled. After getting over his initial surprise, he directed me to the back end of the room, and I promised to drop off the coldbox the next time I got up. With a final thanks for my efforts, Poltor took his leave, and I finally got time to myself. The night passed easily, and I took the downtime to get some sleep. I didn''t rest too long, barely more than four hours, but it was enough to keep me going. I would have rested longer, but I was worried about the rift pulling something at night. And I was, unfortunately, right. Once the system clock reached eight p.m., chaos and madness began to echo across the city. Minor seismic quakes could be felt under your feet, and I joined the rest of the cellar''s inhabitants inside the main room. Together, we waited in silence as more and more of the monsters around the city seemed to finally wake up from their slumber. At one point, there was a loud banging sound from nearby, followed by shattered wood. I glanced to Sereza, who returned my gaze, and we both nodded and rushed towards the stairwell. We pushed past the illusion and gathered at the foot of the stairs. Together, we crouched low and kept our eyes focused on the cellar doors. Another slam pounded the outside of the door, and I raised my spear. Over the next dozen minutes, the cellar door continued taking a beating. I was honestly impressed with how resilient the wood material was. Some of the hits sounded heavy like they had a lot of force behind them. In the end, the door stayed standing, and the metal bar continued barring entry into the cellar. The hefty thumps from outside grew distant, and I lowered my weapon. "That was rather unpleasant. You?" Sereza asked as she resheathed her daggers. "A little, yeah." I leaned against the wall while keeping my gaze facing the stairway. "I was afraid something like this would happen. Stupid rifts and their dumb night-time attack routine." She raised an eyebrow. "Experienced this kind of thing before?" I flexed my fingers in frustration. "Yes." She didn''t question me further after that, for which I was thankful, We eventually returned to the main room after half an hour of relative peace. Monster screeches echoed in the distance, but everything nearby fucked off. We could have stayed guarding the door all night, but we both needed sleep if we were heading out in the morning. With a weary goodnight, I borrowed one of the beds and settled in for the night. Not wanting to repeat the mistakes of my last rift, I closed my eyes and began a round of meditation. My mana channels welcomed the rift energy like a moth to a flame. The energy made the widening process easier while I used the excess energy that bled off to reinforce the newly carved pathway. Inside my soulspace the wisps that represented my familiars danced in and out of the streams of energy entering the mana pool. It looked fun to be so free and untethered to the world around you. But I was happy to watch them play. My work would benefit us all, and that was the only motivation I needed. After all, I had a promise to keep. ----------------------------------------------- Morning came, and like the day before, it was peaceful in the eerily silent and strangely calm sort of way. I slept much longer than intended, but it was too late to change that. It was only when I saw the family of four split between two beds that I felt bad. As I got up, Osilla raised her head, and I gave her an apologetic smile. She snorted before laying her back on the pillow and adjusting the blanket to cover her son''s shoulders. Not wanting to disturb the much-needed sleep for the family, I tiptoed out of the room and resealed it. When I searched for Basta, I found him awake and watching me from the corner. His eyes tracked me as I moved, and I realized I had taken off my mask before falling asleep. Returning his stare, I approached as he sat up from the corner wall he was lying against. "Couldn''t sleep?" He growled and glanced towards the illusion hiding the stairway. "No. Wasn''t tired." I shrugged and summoned my chair. "If you say so." I then summoned two large bowls of soup and handed one to him. "It''s not poison, I promise." He stared at the bowl for less than five seconds before sticking his muzzle in the bowl. He ate loudly but must have been starving from how hungrily he devoured the soup. The potion''s nutritional toll on the consumer''s body was no joke. I waited until he finished before I retrieved another bowl. He hesitated but ultimately accepted the second serving of food. He consumed The second bowl much slower, so by the time I finished my food, he had swallowed the last of his soup. He handed the second bowl over, and I stacked all three to the side. From the corner of my eye, I could see he wanted to say something, so I remained silent till he was ready. I pulled out a flask filled with ice-cold water and took a swig. After I tossed him the flask, he finally broke and leaned forward. "Why? Why are you being friendly?" "Because I can? That''s a stupid question." He let out a low growl. "No. I mean, why are you being friendly now? You spent yesterday acting like you disliked me, and now you''re offering me a hot meal and a fresh drink. Explain." "Ah, yeah, I suppose you''re right," I said as I leaned back in my chair. "Probably because you seem like the kind of person who''d toss me into a monster''s jaw if it meant securing your escape." "And would that be wrong? A stranger''s life for my own, you would make the same choice." This time, I stood up and tried to wrap my hand around his neck. However, his neck was so thick that my fingers struggled to secure a decent grip. Luckily, if the wolfman noticed, he was too scared to do anything about it. Pushing the sharp end of my nails into his flesh, I pulled him closer. "And who the fuck are you to say that? How would you possibly know what I''d do?" It was funny. Even in my rage, I thought it silly for the short fuck that I was to be intimidating this big, bad beastkin. And the hypocrisy of what I was getting angry over was not lost on me. Yet, I didn''t care. I thought back to Andrew and his group, to the time I had to heal Melena despite her endless tirade of insults. This idiot didn''t know me; he didn''t know what I''d already done or gone through. And even if he did, fuck him. He wouldn''t be alive if I hadn''t decided to help him. The anger inside me scratched its cage and surged through my blood. It called to me, demanding I spill blood no matter how petty the reason. Because of it, I felt half-tempted to summon one of my familiars and merge with them before I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I turned and saw Sereza giving me a weird look. "What?" I asked. Sereza half-turned her body to reveal Tilly staring from the otherside of the room. She wore confusion and fear on her face, and I could see her tremble. With a growl, I released the beastkin and shrugged off Sereza''s hand to flop back into my chair. It may have looked petulant, but I had to cross my arms. Otherwise, lashing out and doing something stupid would be too tempting. Sereza turned to the wolfman and lightly kicked him in the leg. He yelped like he had been stung by something before he recovered his cool and glared daggers at the felkin. "Go and watch Tilly for a moment. I need to talk about something, and you''re not invited." His eyes slid over me and the little girl before focusing on Sereza''s serious face. He growled again and got up while grumbling under his breath. Sereza watched him leave and waited until he sat beside Tilly before turning to face me. She raised an eyebrow and plopped down on the edge of the large crate Basta had been using as a seat. She stared at the empty bowls, and I rolled my eyes before summoning another one and handing it over. She smiled and sniffed the soup. "Thanks, smells delicious." As she consumed a generous amount of soup, she wiped her mouth and lowered the bowl into her lap. "So, I''m guessing you''re a child of wrath, then?" I smiled at her directiveness. "Yep, you?" "Lust." "Lust?" "That''s what I said." "Huh." "Indeed." There was a pause, followed by us both snorting loudly. We both chuckled, and I felt the anger drain away. I bet you looked like the edgiest little shit for a moment there, Cyrus. Sam would call you cute. "So, what''s it like? I think you''re the first wrath-born I''ve met." She narrowed her eyes and examined me from head to toe. "Another thing that points to you not being native to Solunaria. Curious." "Before I answer that, how did you know I wasn''t simply angry? Basta could have pissed me off enough." She snorted and finished the rest of her soup. "Damn, that''s good. You should give one to Tilly." She then changed positions so that her head was resting on her knees. "To answer the obvious question, it''s because you didn''t seem like the type to get irrationally angry. So I figured it was because you''re a felkin and made the appropriate guess." "Huh. And sure, Tilly can have a bowl, but that''s my last one." She smiled and swung herself off the crate. I summoned my final bowl of soup and passed it off as she walked by. When she was gone, and Basta scurried away to hide in a different corner, I let out the sigh I had been holding in. People were exhausting. I would much prefer speaking to people through the thought-speech like the one I shared whenever I interacted with my familiars. Still, complaining would do me nothing, so I stood up and tapped into my manapool. Chomperz appeared and sucked in the chair along with the stack of dirty bowls. When he finished, he flew close to my face, loudly chomped, and dived into my chest. I chuckled and extended my arms into a stretch. It was time to see what day two would bring. Chapter 55: City Exploration: Tentacles Galore "Is there anything I''ll need to watch out for? Like giant splashes of acid or super-explodey fireballs?" I asked as we covered the entrance to the cellar with some of the fallen debris from the nearby house. Sereza grunted and dropped the large chunk of wood next to the pile. "I do use acid, yes. But only one skill and it''s close range." "What''s your skillset affinity?" "My, you move fast. That''s rather personal." I gave her an unamused stare, and she chuckled with a placating gesture. "Fine, fine. Most of my skillset is poison-based, and you can see my choice of weaponry." She gestured to her daggers, and I nodded. And then, her tail flicked into view, and I found myself focusing on the sharpened needle point at the end. There was no doubt in my mind that she used her tail for some of her skills. The needlepoint was perfect for that. And if the tail was something she gained by evolving tiers, it would have developed by her skills influencing a significant part of the form it would take. She must have caught my staring cause she narrowed her eyes and tracked my gaze to where her tail was. She instantly flicked it behind her and out of sight. I smiled innocently and began walking away from the house. This time, I wanted to head towards the barrier in the middle of the city and find out what was on the other side. Sereza jogged to catch up, and she touched my shoulder. I stopped and turned. "What?" "You didn''t tell me what your skill set is. It''s only fair." "I thought you already knew. You pretty much guessed it last night." "You''re telling me your whole thing is summoning? What''s the affinity type?" I chose not to answer and shrugged. I could feel the glare radiating behind me, but that was all I was going to say. There wasn''t an easy answer to give, and it''d be better to let her figure it out on her own. Luckily, she didn''t push for a deeper answer and was content to follow behind me. Like yesterday, I summoned Zharia to scout, and the little phoenix took to the rooftops, flying in and out of buildings. It took nearly an hour of slowly moving through the ruined sections of the city for Zharia to report something up ahead. She was nearby, so I didn''t bother checking her memories. I informed Sereza that my familiar had found something, and she pulled out her daggers. I activated my skill and summoned Magnus. He bumped his head on my leg, and I gave him a scratch behind the ears before we continued. When we neared the corner to where Zharia was watching, she hopped down and landed on my shoulder. "Master, there is a human. Frozen like the monsters." I glanced back at Sereza, who confirmed she heard what Zharia said. I praised the phoenix for her hard work, and with my spear in front of me, we slowly turned the corner. It was a section of road that led to a dead end. Surrounded by four buildings splayed out in a semicircle, it was a small space well hidden from the rest of the city. Two of the buildings were demolished messes. One looked like it had been on fire until recently. The smoking remains of blackened wood and stone drifted off in the wind. The other two buildings were mostly intact, one having suffered several cracks running down its side. But none of that was what caught Zharia''s attention. It was the screaming elven man who demanded our focus. His mouth was open, but no sound came out, and the air around him looked off. It was as if time had frozen for the man, and the air was his prison. Drops of blood that dripped off the cut above his head were stuck midair, unmoving. Upon closer inspection, one could see pieces of rocks and small pebbles frozen in time. I stopped and held out a hand to prevent anyone from pushing forward. "Ever see this before?" Sereza shook her head. "Never. Before you came along, I didn''t scout very far. What about you?" "Not something like this, but in the house above the cellar, we got ambushed by a weird monster dude in robes. Magnus detected spatial magic and absorbed it. The next thing we knew, a creepy guy was trying to cut me with his dagger." "Alright then... do you think this is spatial? What do you want to do? We could leave this alone and move on." I gave it some thought. On the one hand, we could be saving someone. And the guy did look like an adventurer. He had leather armour strapped to his body and what looked like a bent sword in his other. However, if we turned around and left, we''d be free to move on and lose no time on our way to the barrier. This was a trap, and triggering it would most likely end in a fight. And as friendly as Sereza was, we had only met yesterday. There was no telling if she was a good fighter or not. The unknown variables stressed me out and caused me to bite my lip and glance toward Magnus, who was sniffing the air. He turned and looked me in the eye, and I made my decision. "Fuck it, let''s do it. If we have to run, we run. Meet back at the cellar if we get separated?" "Agreed. How do we want to do this?" I channeled mana into Spirit Lord''s Invocation and merged with Zharia. I kept the flames contained around my feet, and I let the fire settle over my body. I grinned at Sereza and stuck out my tongue. Pointing to Magnus, I crouched and readied my spear. "Magnus will go first; once he absorbs the mana, be prepared to attack." With everything settled, we slowly made our approach. The weird shimmer in the air was hard to notice initially, but if you looked long enough, you''d start spotting the distortion. Magnus confirmed it as we got closer. He felt the same strange energy here that we encountered in the manor. With the dimensional folding in place, I was ready for something to pop out. Crouched low and moving one paw forward at a near snail''s pace, Magnus crossed the threshold for his skill to activate. The layer of clear crystal grew over his fur and extended across his face. When he completed his transformation, he opened his jaws and began inhaling the mana. The distortion strengthed till the space near the man twisted and folded. It was like a spiral sucking reality into itself. I checked on Magnus through our connection and could feel a lot of mana enter his body. I could feel him begin to panick as the mana threatened to overwhelm him, and I prepared to make him cut off the skill. But then something shattered, and the last of the spatial mana entered his mouth and settled in his core. The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. What rang through the street wasn''t a pop, more of a series of pops echoing off each other. I winced and lunged for Magnus. Tossing him backwards, I swung my spear around as reality forced itself to expand and reveal what was hiding inside the dimensional space. Sereza was the first to act. Her daggers sliced through the air, leaving behind spectral green imitations in its wake. She jumped back as the eight spectral blades shot forward. The mass of tentacles bulged and exploded. I had to duck and cover my head as all the debris became shrapnel. A rock whistled by my ear, cutting an angry red line through there side of my head. I couldn''t look to see if Sereza''s skill hit, but I could hear the creature release a strange trill that set my teeth on edge. I endured the pain and looked up in time to roll out of the way as a tentacle slammed down on where I had been kneeling only a second before. I stood up and lunged forward, stabbing into the slimy appendage as I held out my other hand and released a torrent of fire. The appendage burst into flames as if soaked in oil. Another bone-tingling trill screeched out, and I had to pull back my spear. Thankfully, the blade sliced through the burning tentacle with zero resistance. With the tentacle free, the abomination yanked it back and slammed it to the ground again and again. "Cyrus!" Sereza yelled as she rolled out of the way of a cluster of tentacles trying to grab her. "Behind you!" Instead of turning around, I jumped to the side and twisted my spear backwards. I felt the blade puncture something squishy, and I released the shaft to send fire at whatever I had hit. There was a moment when something tried to grab my hand, but it failed to grip hard enough to force my hand away, and their fingers brushed past my arm. When I turned to look at what had tried to ambush me, I found another one of the robed figures falling to his knees, desperately trying to push itself off my spear. Their body was exposed and burnt, the already skeletal look exaggerated to a new height as their flesh sloughed off. I heard another trill followed by a dull thump hit the ground, so I planted my boot in the center of their chest and kicked off. My spear came free, and the now naked figure slumped to the ground. The body curled into a ball as the fires blackened their corpses. The smell was awful, so I let my mask run its enchantments and filter the air. The effect activated, and I could take a deep breath. Damnit, stop being distracted, Cyrus! Focus! When I turned around to face the abomination, Sereza was already facing off against the creature in a deadly game of cat and mouse. Whenever the mass of tentacles swung to grab her, she would dodge out of the way and activate one of her skills. I saw bright green and neon yellow as her blades coated themselves in a liquid that rushed into every cut she left behind. Through the endless assault, I saw a few of the tentacles were hanging limply, moving much slower than the others. They each dripped black ichor mixed with green congealed ooze. "Hold on! Keep it distracted, and I''ll torch its other side!" I called out. "Fine!" She grunted as a stray rock impacted her leg. "Hurry up, though. I can''t do this forever." I ran to the opposite end, and focused power into my palm. I let the mana build, holding it together rather than instantly sending it out. Finally, as Sereza severed the tip of a tentacle that had managed to latch onto her arm, I extended my hand and pushed. The fire mana that left my channels turned into a watermelon-sized fireball. The blast forced me backwards, and I let the motion carry me while keeping my focus on the projectile. Sereza''s eyes widened in surprise, and she flipped over a fallen tree to duck down. The fire wouldn''t hurt me, so I watched as the fireball flew toward the abomination''s side. Before it hit, all the tentacles not engaged in attacking Sereza extended and formed a multilayer barrier that caught the attack. The sphere of golden flames exploded upon impact, and the world turned golden for a split second. Fwoosh! The tentacles that caught the fireball went up in flames. The slime around its body lit up and started to spread across the wall of tentacles. The trill that rang out physically hurt. I felt my bones vibrate as the soundwave washed over me. The abomination wailed and went ballistic as it started thrashing in place. Once a deluge of slimy tentacles, became a multithreaded whip that splashed burning ichor across the area. Three tentacles slammed the previously untouched building next to the monster at the same time. Two windows cracked while the other tentacle wrapped around one of the pillars near its front. It ripped the pillar out of the ground trailing pieces of road. The overhang it was holding up crumbled in a pile of burning wood. The abomination flung the pillar at me, and I dived forward. I felt it rush past my body and impact the wall behind me. The thing continued to rage and trill as the fire spread further and further. I rolled to my side and pushed up with my arms. As I got up, I was ready to turn and run, to let the flames do their job, but then the abomination did something unexpected. The non-flaming tentacles on the other half of its body reached over and began to pull at the base of the other half of the tentacles. A loud squelch followed a wet rip, and the flaming appendages came free. It immediately dropped them to the ground and knocked them away. With the flames stopped, the monster turned to me, and suddenly, all the remaining fleshy limbs were lashing at the air as the thing began to roll forward. "Master! Get away," Magnus called out. I barely had time to register his words as I felt my familiar release his skill and send forth a beam of energy. Like before, the beam seemingly teleported when it exited the cub''s mouth. The strange space-warping energy beam cut through the tentacles coming my way, and then I felt it expand. The abomination pulled in one direction as the spatial vortex tried to suck the abomination in. There was a twist, and the other half of the tentacles and a good-sized chunk of the monster''s body were torn away. The ichor running through the tentacles shot into the air like a hose and caused a slight rainfall. A few drops landed on my face, but the mask prevented them from reaching my skin. The smell must have been awful since I could feel Magnus'' misery bleed through our link. With the monster stunned by the sudden damage, I rushed toward where Magnus was. I grabbed him and tucked him into the crook of my arm as I ran in the direction Sereza was hiding. By now, the tree she had used as cover was tossed to the side, lying in two cracked pieces near the edge of a house. Before I could stop and look around, a distinct feminine battle cry came from above the monster. I looked and found Sereza plunging two of her daggers into the exposed center mass of the abomination. Her blades released a flood of neon-yellow acid that washed over the monster. I watched in disbelief as she rode the creature down, the abomination deflating as the acid ate at its flesh. When she neared the ground, she jerked her daggers out and rolled away. She sprung to her feet and gave me an insane smile as she turned to admire her handiwork. Together, we watched as the monster released a final death rattle before its flesh became a brown and black puddle of goop. I wiped more of the nasty sludge off my mask and helped Magnus brush off the drops that landed on his fur. Sereza gave me a betrayed look, but I shrugged and continued to watch the layers of slime peel and slough off and drip to the ground to join the puddle of melted flesh. I let out a whistle and shook my head. "That''s a nasty skill. Remind me not to get on your bad side." Sereza scoffed and pointed to the tired kit resting in my arms. "And remind me not to fuck with your adorable but terrifying spirits. What the fuck even was that attack he did at the end?" I smiled and stroked Magnus'' fur. His skill ended after releasing the absorbed mana, so his fur was back to being nice and soft. "I told you he would absorb the mana. Spatial mana, apparently, likes to teleport and expand." She gave the cat a reevaluating look before we both turned as we heard something wet hit the ground. What we saw made our heads spin, and it took me a second to realize what I was seeing. Hidden inside the center mass of the abomination was the man we had seen frozen in time. His body connected to a layer of tendrils that pushed into his body. The bottom half of the man was gone, replaced by a congealed blob of black slime. The sight was disgusting, and judging by Sereza''s reaction, it must have stunk like hell. I gingerly used the edge of my spear to cut through the slime, but I could not find where the man ended and the muck began. "What in the hells did they do to this guy?" Sereza muttered. I pulled back my spear and crouched low to examine the man. He was truly dead. I didn''t need to check for a pulse; the space where his heart should have been was invaded by the black tendrils diving deep into his flesh. I doubt he would want to be alive after what happened to him. With a silent goodbye, I plunged my spear into his open eye and let the blade sink in. It was an unneeded gesture, but I wanted to be sure. I twisted my spear and removed the blade from the corpse''s eye. As the body fell to the ground, I raised my head and surveyed the area. The damage the monster had caused was immense, and I glared at the pillar embedded in the far wall. "That was crazy. We should have left the distortion alone. Could have died," I remarked. "Oh yeah? Then why were you smiling during most of the fight?" Sereza countered. "What do you mean?" She reached over and tapped my mask. "The weird ink blotch was in the shape of a wide grin the entire time. It only changed when the thing threw the pillar at you." She lowered her hand and shrugged. "I don''t know what you were really showing under there, but it sure looked like you enjoyed the thrill of it all." I scratched idly at my mask before remembering my gloves were stained with the ichor. I shook my head and held up Magnus. "You did amazing, buddy. Do you want me to resummon you?" "Yes... Stupid gunk caught in my fur," he replied. I smirked and embraced him in a hug. I ignored Sereza''s aww and let my mana flow stop. I undid the Reflective Coat of the Mirror Beast and Spirit Lord''s Invocation. When Magnus faded away, Zharia appeared in his place. She took off before I could wrap my fingers around her, and she landed on a nearby roof that had remained untouched by the abomination''s blood. I let out a sigh and sent a few complaints through the link. Zharia responded with thoughts of disgust and revulsion, along with images of her beautiful feathers ruined with tar. Another sigh escaped my lips, and Sereza crossed her arms. "What, was it something I said?" I waved her off. "No, not you. Zharia says I''m too gross to touch her, and I can''t blame her. We might have to burn these clothes before we return to the cellar." This time, Sereza pouted, peeling away a part of her shirt soaked with the disgusting ichor. "We''ll have to find somewhere to wash these off. This is my only set of armour." I gave her a thumbs-up and approached the charred skeleton that was once the robed figure. Sereza joined me, and I let a grin form on my mask. "Wanna see something cool? You have to promise never to mention it to anyone else if you do. She looked at me suspiciously but agreed in the end. I didn''t want to reveal Erebus, but there was no way I would leave behind the two corpses. I nearly died several times during the fight, and I was going to make the monsters pay up. It took a single thought to let my mana flow. And when Erebus appeared in his clean, white-shelled glory, I instantly scooped him up and dropped him on the corpse. I was only slightly disappointed that his body turned to shadows before he landed on the goo-covered corpse. Chapter 56: City Exploration: A Little Peek "So what exactly did you just do?" Sereza asked as she peeked over my shoulder. I ran a hand down my face and stayed silent. It didn''t take long; Erebus'' skill activated, and I could feel his mana drop. When he crawled out of the corpse, the body dissolved into dust. Sereza jumped back with an eep. I once again appreciated the magical mask glued to my face. I grabbed the loot orb from Erebus'' back and carried the spider in my other hand. Sereza gave me a dirty look, so I waited until she caught up. "You could have warned me, you know." She coughed up a wad of black phlegm and spat it out. I summoned a flask of water and tossed it over. She caught it, popped the cap, and gargled a mouthful. I waited till she finished before accepting the flask and doing the same. The mask prevented anything from breaching its surface, but I accidentally bit my tongue in the middle of the fight. The taste of copper was still noticeable, and I wanted it gone. After emptying the flask, I tied it to my belt and continued walking. Sereza joined me, and I held up Erebus. "This guy here is what you promised not to speak about." I then held up the loot orb in my other hand. "And this is why you can''t speak about him." I tossed the orb over, and she reached to catch it. I had channeled some mana into the orb before tossing it, so when her fingers wrapped around the shadowy material, it unraveled, and a band of black cloth fell out. She looked down in surprise and held up the band. The material matched the figure''s cloak and had the perfect shape to fit around someone''s wrist. "What is this? A bracelet?" She pinched the cloth with her fingers and held it up. Then she did a double take, looked over to Erebus, and returned to the bracelet. "Wait a second, where did this come from? You burnt the robe off the guy, and there was nothing on its corpse." Honestly, I was surprised the loot orb had produced something other than an alchemy ingredient. Materials were the most common drop amongst the orbs, and if I had to make a rough guess, somewhere above ninety percent resulted in materials rather than items. I didn''t answer her and continued until I stopped before the man''s corpse. I was unsure about letting Erebus loot what was once a person. It was a fifty-fifty split on whether the skill would focus on the elf or the abomination the elf had become. In the end, I decided to loot the corpse. I fought to kill the thing, and it died doing the same to me. Letting the spoils of victory go would be an insult to what I promised my familiars. So I reached a hand out and let Erebus crawl on the dead man''s chest. He waved a single spider leg in a salute and sank into the shadows, where the tentacles invaded the elf''s heart. Sereza watched silently, but she moved back by a few meters. Since I was unaffected, I stayed where I was and waited for Erebus to appear. After he activated his looting skill, I felt a slight change to his draw on mana. Usually, when Erebus was summoned, he had enough mana to loot about twice before needing to rest a little to loot again. Anything beyond three would require mana potions if done in a short timeframe. When he activated the skill this time, his mana dived steeper than usual. His mana pool was less than a quarter full, and I could feel him struggle slightly as he exited the shadowplane. He crawled out of the shadows as I gently extended my hand, and then he slowly climbed onto my palm. I bent my fingers to support him better and stepped back, and the elf''s corpse began to bubble and melt. The last of his flesh joined into the oily muck that was his lower half and turned into a puddle of rancid colours. Sereza had to take several steps back to avoid the stench from the puddle. With a final glance at the extent of damage done to the city corner, I joined Sereza, and we left the area. We walked for a minute before we found a nearby bench to sit on. Now that we were seated, I grabbed the loot orb from Erebus'' back. It wasn''t bigger than the usual orbs Erebus created and was made of the same material. "What are you waiting for? Open it already!" Sereza said, excitement unhidden as she stared at the orb. I quirked an eyebrow. "Excited, much?" She ignored my sarcasm and held up the cloth bracelet. "Do you know how insanely rare it is to have a looting skill?" "Don''t get your hopes up. Usually, it creates materials, not items. And we don''t even know what the enchantments are; they could be useless junk." This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it Still, delaying was pointless, and I channeled mana into the orb. It popped, and a ring fell out. It was made in the shape of a tentacle curled into an ''o''. It was black with an oily sheen similar to the slime on the abomination''s body. It squished when I rubbed my thumb over the material, and I felt the cold ooze across my skin. But when I pulled my thumb away, the spot on my gloves that had touched the ring was dry. Two enchanted items in a row? That''s uncommon. I held the ring up to the light and handed it to Sereza so she could examine it. She made a disgusted face as she squished the tentacle ring before returning it. "I''ll keep the bracelet if you don''t mind. I don''t think I want to risk wearing a cursed ring," she said. I wasn''t too thrilled about the idea of wearing a ring made of fleshy tentacle, but if the effects were good, I would put up with it. However, now that she mentioned it, I wondered if Erebus could produce cursed items. During times like these, I wished the system''s description of my skills would be more thoroughly explained. Erebus hopped onto my hand, his body already recovered from the drastic drop in mana. He tapped the ring in a few places, and I was afraid his razor-sharp limbs would puncture the tentacle, but when he finished examining the item, the ring was left undamaged. He sent thoughts of joy and completion, so I pulled out a rib bone I had stored in my inventory and fed it to his back. He tapped my hand with his limbs, and I smiled before undoing his skill and returning him to my soulspace. Sereza snorted as she stood up and tapped my leg with her tail. "You summoners are a cute lot. Always cuddling the summon, whether it be a cute kitten or a giant lizard." I stood up and stretched. "Don''t knock it till you try it." She smiled and rolled her neck. "To the barrier?" I nodded, and we set off. I summoned Zharia, and she resumed scouting as we crossed the broken city streets. The city was much larger than the village on the island, so it took another hour before we arrived at the barrier. Sereza let out a low whistle as we stared at the massive streams of water rushing in different directions. Up close, the barrier produced a low roar, the raging rapids blanketing the silent street. We kept our weapons out and constantly looked for signs of life or danger. Zharia watched overhead and was ready to sound the alarm if she spotted anything approaching. Together, we silently approached and stared through the shifting water to peek at the otherside. It was hard to make out, but I saw an empty street littered with crushed debris. I had expected blood stains or corpses, something that could point to what happened in that region of the city, but alas, it was futile. There wasn''t anything there. "Well, this was a bust," I half-shouted over the din of the barrier. Sereza shifted till she was closer and turned to yell in my ear. "Do you think your tiger cub can absorb the barrier?" I shook my head and pointed to the wall of moving water in front of us. "Not a chance. He''d explode from too much mana." "Then what do you want to do? There''s no way we can cross through." I looked to the right and saw the barrier had left the buildings untouched, and the water streamed from the street below. I crouched down and moved my head to ground level. Where the water touched, there were raised stone sigils. "There are runes here, look." Sereza leaned down and followed my finger as I pointed to the raised sigil. She shifted around to see at a better angle before she stood up and crossed her arms. "These sigils were designed into the road. And considering how it''s shaped around the buildings and houses, I''d say this was a planned security system." "I agree, but knowing that does nothing for our current issue." "True, but it''s good to know this wasn''t the work of the cult invading the city. There has to be a reason only this part of the city has a secondary barrier." I agreed, but we would have to leave the issue alone. For now, it''d be safer to head back to the cellar. We could take our time and check out some of the buildings for survivors. "Did you enter the rift before or after I did?" "After, why?" "How many people did you see enter the rift? I know the city is big, but statistically, there should be a few adventurers in our part of town." She made a grim smile. "That''s only true if they are still alive. And I entered about ten minutes after you did. A few teams called it quits, but the rest decided to enter when the others stepped in." "Any estimate on how many tier-two teams there were?" "More than ten, less than twenty. One had two members around tier one, so they backed out after the goddess'' warning." This time, I crossed my arms and gave her a look. "And you found out all this, how?" She grinned. "People watching. You can find out a lot of things by simply being around when people talk. You should try it." "I''ll take your word for it. Come on, let''s head out. There''s nothing for us here." I glanced at the barrier a final time and released a sigh. Things were getting complicated, and I was not looking forward to the next thirteen days. We turned around and started our trek back to the cellar. Zharia resumed her job of going in and out of buildings while we stayed low and stuck to the shadows. I was of half the mind to have Zharia send a flare into the sky and see if anybody would respond. But Sereza pointed out that doing so could potentially lead an army of tentacle monsters our way, so I nixed the idea. In the end, Zharia found a few places where monsters stood frozen in space, like the giant beast near the smuggler''s den. It was an easy decision to ignore the monsters for now and steer clear. If we found more people, we could take a shot, but it felt like a gamble to start poking the spatial distortions. And when we finally arrived at the manor, I called Sereza over and pointed to the front door. "Hey, let''s see if the water in the washroom works. I know it''s easy to ignore, but I turned off the filter on my mask, and we both smell like death." "Yes, Master is too dirty. Clean is good," Zharia chirped. "What did she say?" Sereza asked as she lifted her shirt to smell it. She recoiled and made a disgusted face before putting her hands on her hips and facing me. I turned to Zharia and stuck my tongue through the mask before turning back to the felkin. "She was saying I am too awesome to continue being so dirty." A few more chirps went off near my ear, and I waved the suddenly close bird away and continued up the house steps. I found a bathroom with a shower system and called out to Sereza. She rushed over and groaned in delight at the sight of the shower. "Awesome. You wouldn''t happen to have any soap or anything, would you?" She pointed to the knocked-over bottles that had shattered and spilled their contents on the floor. With a sigh, I pulled a bar of soap from my inventory and handed it over. She flashed me a grin and then promptly shut the door in my face. I heaved a weary sigh and trudged up the stairs to one of the side bathrooms. As I closed the door, I waved goodbye to Zharia and unsummoned her. Now that I was alone, I stripped and stepped into the part of the bathroom that contained the shower system. The water that came out was ice cold, but I welcomed the cooling water. Closing my eyes, I tried to summon another soap bar, only to feel nothing appear. I frowned and tried again, and this time, I felt a sense of rejection from my chest. Frowning even deeper, I sunk into the mental space that showed the inside of Chomperz''s stomach. To my dismay, there was a distinct lack of soap of any kind. Ahh fuck, it''s time to scrub hard. Chapter 57: To the Outskirts As we pushed past the illusion and entered the main room, I had to stop because of what I was seeing. Sereza smashed into me from behind, and I reached a hand back to catch her from falling. She glared at me, but then I stepped to the side, and her frown turned into a look of shock as her jaw dropped open. "Would you like more pudding, Princess Basta?" Mayuma asked cheerfully as she held up a small plate of jiggling pudding. Basta growled and then slumped his shoulders. "Yes, please, Princess Mayuma." "Good, good." Mayuma deposited half the pudding onto Basta''s plate and then turned to Tilly, who was sipping at a teacup. "And you, Princess Tilly?" Tilly daintily set down her cup and held out both hands. "Why yes, Princess Mayuma, I would love some." I wasn''t sure, but seeing Basta ¡ª the six-foot-something, hulking beastkin sitting with his legs tucked underneath him and holding up a tiny saucer plate with some pudding on it ¡ª made me experience a moment of schadenfreude. Poltor and Osilla were off to the side, having a normal conversation while they picked at pieces of jerky out of a bowl. They didn''t notice Sereza or me standing at the doorway with our jaws to the floor. I took one last look at Basta playing princess and decided to back out of the room. It was hard to contain the bubbling laughter building in my chest, but I managed and forced myself to sit on the edge of the bottom steps, Sereza hesitated and glanced back at me before slowly turning away from the scene. She joined me on the steps, and I could see her processing what she saw. I tried to speak, but a giggle kept fighting to escape. "Th-that''s... not what I expected." "Yeah, no kidding. What do you think happened? Mind control?" she responded. "If it''s mind control, then we should be sending them outside to fight the monsters. Imagine the army we could build." We shared another laugh, and I felt something ache. The laughing face of a sickly but firey woman flashed through my mind. Even with blood covering her lips, she kept a bright smile. The image transformed, showing the same face but healthier and fuller, now wearing an expression of fear and surprise ¨C akin to the look one wears when cast into boundless emptiness. And when I tried to banish the image from my mind, all I heard was the faint sound of a fading scream. I grunted and turned away, pushing myself off the stairs. I hesitated, trying to decide if I wanted to head back out or deal with whatever weirdness was happening inside the room. "Whoa, what the fuck?" Sereza asked as she watched me pace. "What happened?" I flexed my fingers and let them sink into the wall. The stone was hard, but my nails were sharper and sunk in by a few millimeters. "Hey, seriously, what the fuck? One moment, we''re laughing; the next, you looked ready to murder something." I removed my hand from the wall and leaned backwards, letting the cool stone hold me up. "How about we don''t ask and leave it at that? Still dealing with some shit. Nothing to do with you." Her expression softened, and she gave me a sympathetic smile. "Alright, do you want to wait out here or head inside?" I sincerely contemplated my choice. I could go back in and settle in for the night. There were less than two hours left till the monsters would become active. Being outside during that mayhem would be a surefire way to get yourself killed. I frowned and looked past the broken stairwell and up to the barred doors. So far, the cellar doors have stayed standing, even with abominations smashing up the local area. But that didn''t mean it''d last. If the enchantment on the doors failed, there was a good chance the monsters would enter the cellar, and a fight in such close quarters would put the others at risk. "Hey, how about I go around and collect some stuff we can use to barricade the entrance? You can start rolling some of the larger rocks near the doors, and we''ll roll them in place before we lock up." She looked at the entrance being held together by a single metal bar. "Yeah, that''s smart. I''m not too trusting of what we have now." "Meet you back here in twenty?" "Sure, let''s go." We spent the hour meticulously placing some of the larger debris around the sides of the house. There was no way to stop something if they jumped over, but it would hopefully be enough of a deterrent to prevent the smaller monsters from rolling through. To further add to our security, I placed a large armoire on the top step. I finally found a use for the good ole adventurer''s rope and helped tie it to the doors. It wasn''t much considering the horrors that awaited us on the outskirts, but it''d do. If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. Now, we only needed to wait for day three to arrive. Come morning, if things went our way, I''d be in contact with Teddy and the others. ---------------------------------------------------------- Night came and went. It started like the previous nights, with monster roars and screeches sounding off from within the city and along its edge. The destruction was in full bloom, and several shakes impacted the cellar. During the entire night, I watched the cracks along the walls, waiting for the moment the stone gave way and began burying the room''s residents underneath a landslide of rubble. Whether it was due to the stone''s enchantments or the unusual lack of earth-shaking quakes, the walls held, and we remained safe for another night. Tilly slept with Mayuma, and I kept to my chair, not wanting a repeat of the night before. When our defences held and the cellar doors remained unbreached, I let myself slip into a bout of meditation. The rift''s energy was like fuel to the fire as my soul accepted the energy and developed my skills. If I kept my progress steady, there was a good chance I''d be leaving the rift with a few maxed skills. I deliberately avoided mentioning it when Sereza checked on me ¨C my tier and rank were details she didn''t need to know. Revealing them would inevitably lead to numerous uncomfortable questions that I preferred not to answer. Finally, as morning came and the cries of the night ceased, I got up and took a shower. From there, I did my morning rituals, including rubbing with my returned bar of soap. I had Zharia sterilize it for good measure. When I exited the bedroom, I was greeted again by Basta sitting awake in the corner of the room. This time, he kept his eyes away from my direction and grew as stiff as a statue when I began walking. I sighed and tossed him a bag of spiced jerky before pushing past the barrier. Sereza greeted me with a wave, and I waved back before summoning Zharia. She appeared in a small flash of light and flew to my shoulder. I gave her a quick head pat and started donning my armour. Sereza was already dressed but was still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Must we go so early? We could wait a bit. Sleep in, that sort of thing?" "You''re free to do that if you want, but I need to head to the outskirts. There could be someone waiting for me there." "Uughhh, fine. Let''s go. If you die, things would be boring around here." "I feel like that''s simply not possible. And if it is, I''m very concerned about what you normally do to think giant rampaging tentacle monsters could be considered ''boring''." She stuck her tongue out, and I summoned my Trickster''s Pouch. As we exited the cellar, I reached in and pulled out a tin of mints. Another two handfuls netted me a bag of candied peanuts and a single, fun-sized candy bar. "What''s that?" I kept the mints and gave her the bag of peanuts and the candy bar. "Try it, but keep talking to a minimum. We can''t be too careful." Thankfully, with the sweet snack food in her hands, Sereza kept herself occupied throughout our jog. There was new damage done to the city, certain buildings had more wear and tear, and a few were entirely missing. Those buildings could be seen if one looked down at the piles of rubble and scattered materials that once stood tall in the city. At one point, we had to take a detour because a spatial distortion stretched across the road and into a few buildings. The distortion showed glimpses of tentacles and claws but nothing in full view. It made my head spin, trying to figure out how the outer shell we saw decided what to show. It was as if the moment the monsters and cultists created the pocket dimensions, the world would take a screenshot, and that was what we saw from the outside. It made me happy I had Magnus. Other adventurers may have had a way to peek into the dimensional spaces without falling into them, but I doubted it. Mana absorption couldn''t be that common, not the way Magnus could. And something like mana disruption would still require a hefty amount of mana. It was things I could hopefully ask whenever we finally found other people. So far, our section of the city has been a depressing wasteland. Not a single soul in sight. As we approached the outskirts, I guided us to where Zharia was waiting. She found a building near the barrier''s edge but had somehow remained untouched. There was a risk in going towards the anomaly, but it was my best chance and looking past the line of slumbering monsters. The building was only two stories tall. The dark grey stone and nearly black wood caught the eye. The city''s majority of buildings utilized a lighter grey-white stone for construction. Some houses were wooden, but apart from those, the materials generally favored the lighter shade. Further contributing to the building''s oddity, the second floor displayed windowless walls, with only two windows installed on the side we approached. We slowed our jog and came to a stop near the building''s side. Zharia had perched on the lip of a window, so when she hopped off and flew to my shoulder, I looked in her direction. The detail that sent a chill down my neck was that despite the window being made of clear glass with adequate sunlight shining down on its surface, there was nothing but utter darkness inside the building. You''d expect to see a darkened room or something, but no, it was as if the light was anathema to the room''s insides. I tapped Sereza''s shoulder and motioned to the window. "Stop, look inside." She turned to the window, and I watched as she tried to process what she was seeing. "That''s really weird." Nodding once, we proceeded carefully. We circled the building, making a complete loop to where we started. Unfortunately, there wasn''t a way to get easy access to the roof. The building was too tall, and there were no ladders around. Sereza huffed and bit her lip. "Well, fuck. Are we entering?" Zharia released a quiet chirp, and I reached a hand up to stroke her feathers. "Think you could incinerate whatever is in there?" "Yes!" Zharia replied. I smiled and summoned my spear. "It looks like it." Magnus was summoned, and he instantly lowered himself into a crouch. Sereza and I waited as the tiger cub did his thing and tried to sense for mana. He did pick up on something, and he struggled to explain it. "Hard to sense. Can''t describe it, Master," Magnus mewed dejectedly. I reached down and rubbed his head. "Don''t worry about it. Just be prepared." He let out a ferocious roar, or rather, an adorable kitten version of a roar. Still, my fearless little familiar was psyching himself up, and I wasn''t about to destroy his confidence by letting my thoughts bleed through. Still adorable, though. Sereza was ready with her daggers out and her skill active. The green liquid haze that coated her blades was bright and visible in the morning rays. I gave her a nod, and I reached to unlock the door. We positioned ourselves on either side, so when the door opened, we crouched low and waited for something to pop out. Nothing did, so I gave her another nod and sent Magnus forward. His coat was now crystal, and he stalked into the room. There was a beat of silence followed by Magnus'' roaring. I launched myself into the door and brandished my spear. My eyes darted across the void space, trying to find my familiar, when I heard a voice reach my ears. "Magnus, calm down, will you? Stop trying to eat me; my skill will come undone." I lowered my spear and found the tiger cub pawing at a person''s leg. In truth, calling it a person would be a stretch since their body was made of liquid shadow, barely visible amongst the black background. It was only when Magnus'' crystal-coated claws would touch the shadow that the person''s form wavered into existence. Tearing my eyes away from my familiar, I trailed upwards till I landed on their face. When I did, I had to lean forward, but eventually, the person''s facial details flickered into existence for me to see. The shadow person sighed and met my gaze. "So, you finally found the time to check on the building," the shadow man''s face turned into a disappointed sneer. "Took you long enough." Sereza called out from behind me, and I quickly turned around to give her the all-clear symbol. She carefully stepped into the room, squeezing past my shoulders. When she saw Magnus pawing at the shadow person, she stopped. "What the hell? I thought you said it was all clear." "Oh great, now there''s two of you. You better not have been getting laid while we fight for our lives out here. If you were, I''ll have Eodyne zap the shit out of you." I groaned and dragged a hand down my face. "How the fuck did you get through the barrier, Isaac?" He did something with his face, but it took an awkward five seconds before Magnus''s pawing made his face appear in clear enough detail for me to see what it was. Isaac''s grin was wide, and if he were real, I''d see pearly white teeth glaring at my retinas. "That''s an easy answer; I didn''t." Chapter 58: Curiosity Killed the Cat "What do you mean you didn''t?" I groaned. "I''m literally looking at you." Sereza gave the both of us a weird look but kept silent, content to watch the drama unfold. She did, however, keep her grip on her daggers and had them pointing in Isaac''s direction. "Stop being so literal," Isaac complained. "You''ve seen me use this skill before. Come on, think." I paused, "Wait. Are you using a clone? That can breach a goddess''s barrier?" "Ding. Ding. Ding." Isaac announced sarcastically. "And no, that would be ridiculous. I''m only tier two. There''s no way anything I can do would even scratch a tier five." "Then how? Spill." "I said it would be ridiculous. Luckily, the barrier is physical. Not dimensional." I stopped. And as if a lightbulb went off in my head, I realized what he meant. My mouth fell open, and I couldn''t help but stare. "What the fuck? Wait, then why is this a clone." "Because I can''t actually cross the barrier. The barrier isn''t entirely physical; most of the spatial distortions are being blocked, and nobody could teleport into the city if they tried. I could only squeeze a clone in here because it''s not my real body, and I dived through the shadowplane." "Hold on a second. How long have you been maintaining this? And are you why the building is untouched." Isaac frowned and sighed in exasperation as Magnus kept trying to swat his leg. I called Magnus back and picked him up to rest between my arms. "One moment." Isaac did something, and the shadows retracted. The room started to reveal itself, and light began to enter through the windows, illuminating the space. When the shadows continued to be drawn into the clone, he took a few steps back until he was in the shaded part of the room where the light didn''t reach. "There, now you can see me better," he sighed. "I''m able to keep the skill up because my real body is hidden underground with the others. You can''t tell because of the barrier, but it''s insane out here. The gods are fighting with their avatars, and Melza-whatever''s cult is too busy summoning monsters to give us peace. Be happy you are in there where it''s safe." I snorted. "Relatively so, the monsters come alive at night, and something massive was destroying the city. I don''t know where it''s fucked off too but it has to be resting somewhere." "Not the same, and you know it. And moving on, I''m not sure why this building is untouched. I noticed it the first morning when you didn''t contact me. My senses are nonexistent in clone form, but there''s something happening on the second floor. Big enough that I could feel the spatial distortion near the bottom of the stairs." That comment set us on edge. I turned to Magnus, who had somehow fallen asleep in my arms. While adorable as fuck, it''s not the time for this. I firmly but gently shook the cat awake. I felt Magnus'' discomfort through the link, so I ramped it up. "Maaaasteeerrr." I ignored him and kept rocking him. Zharia let out an angry chirp and landed on his head. She started pecking at his fur, the crystal covering having faded in his sleep, so she was able to pull at clumps of hair. Eventually, Magnus roared his complaint and complied. There was a mixture of grumpiness and a touch of fear from Zharia''s pecks, but he was up and awake. "Can you feel anything from down here? Beside Isaac''s shadow." I waited, and Isaac and Sereza were content to let Magnus do his thing. It took nearly a minute, but he was able to lock on to what Isaac was talking about. He wasn''t close enough to absorb any mana, but that was fine. I only wanted him to confirm if Isaac was right about the spatial mana, and it turned out he was. "Looks like you''re right. Magnus could detect it from down here. Not that it helps us knowing something so dangerous could be waiting above our heads." You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. Isaac shrugged. "Better than going in there blind. Personally, I prefer living rather than dying." This time, I narrowed my eyes. "Why are you bantering with me? This is more words than you''ve said the entire month. What''s going on?" There was a moment when the shadows around Isaac flickered, and I could see his eye twitch. Isaac stayed silent as I stared at him. Eventually, he crossed his arms and looked away. "Stop the staring. Your eyes look creepy glowing like that." "I''m pretty sure you just insulted our race," Sereza quipped. "And that''s pretty ridiculous hearing that, considering it''s coming from a man made of living shadows," I added. "Woah, woah, fuck off with that," Isaac said hastily. "I didn''t mean to... whatever, listen, I have to go because keeping this skill up prevents me from sleeping. If this place is still around, I''ll be here tomorrow." I nodded. "I''ll try to be here." "Good, then I''m off." The shadows maintaining his form began to fade, and he started to sink into the floor. Before his head could disappear from view, he stopped and looked up. "Cyrus... Don''t get yourself killed. The others wouldn''t be happy, alright? So don''t be stupid and stay alive." With that, he sunk into the floor, and he was gone. On a whim, I had Magnus try to sense if his mana was still there, but he shook his head. Shadows were already hard to sense, and now that Isaac''s clone was gone, it was well and truly impossible. Sereza leaned against the wall behind her, smirking as she looked to where Isaac had been. "Is it me, or was he trying to be sincere at the end? It almost felt like he really cared." I chuckled and let Magnus drop to the floor. "I think you''re right. Not sure, though. Isaac has always been weird whenever we interacted. I don''t think he''s being malicious, but he does have some kind of problem with me. Just not sure what." "Sounds like a pain. But whatever, so upstairs?" "Yeah, we might as well. Worst case scenario, we retreat and find a new place before tonight." She agreed, and we decided to take a quick break. I shared food and water before we readied our weapons and pushed past the entrance. The first floor was an open room connected to a kitchen and a dining room. The furniture was of decent quality but definitely not something you''d see in a fancier house. I did happen to notice there was a coldbox in the kitchen. It was smaller than the one Poltor''s family-owned, but food was food. I''d just have to remember to store it inside Chomperz if the house stayed standing. Together, we moved as a pair until we reached the stairs'' base. Magnus confirmed it, and even I could sense the amount of mana being used. It was a lot. Still, we proceeded up the steps one at a time. Magnus constantly sniffed the air. I wanted to dive through our link and check his memories to figure out what he was sensing, but I didn''t want to risk the distraction it would cause. And when Magnus paused and started to hiss, I took that as a sign to stop. We were just below the dip in the stairs, so the second floor was still hidden from view. "Magnus, what''s wrong?" "It''s everywhere," he replied. I gritted my teeth and told him to proceed. There was a sense of annoyance and anger coming from Magnus, and it was feeding into my own emotions. My rage took to the connection like a dying man to a hose, and I began to feel hot. Zharia smashed her head against my ear, forcing my focus away from Magnus'' thoughts. "Master, stop. Magnus, too." I attempted a smile but gave up and focused back on the tiger cub, albeit without the building anger. "Right, sorry. Magnus, don''t activate your skill unless something happens. There is too much mana for you to absorb." Magnus sent a mental nod in acknowledgment and took the last steps up to the second floor. He started walking away from the stairs, and I growled. Not wanting to lose sight of my familiar, I had to sprint to catch up, regretting every bit of sound my steps made. Then, as my head reached past the lip of the stairs, I could finally see what awaited us on the second floor. And Magnus was only a meter away from the stairwell, where he remained completely still, his back arched. I approached slowly and stepped in behind my familiar. The strange stomach-twisting feeling that had been growing stronger the further up the steps we got, was now in assaulting my senses. My nose itched, and my eyes were constantly blurring along with the feeling of my body in motion despite being perfectly still. Sereza slinked into view, and her face was twisted into an uncomfortable frown. "This is crazy." "Agreed." "I don''t think we want to pop this one. There''s too much." There was no reply to give. She was right, and what we stared at was headache-inducing. The entire second floor was empty. It was an extended room with nothing in it¡ªno walls, no furniture, not even a bathroom. And in the middle of the room, glowing with a strange grey and purple light, was what looked like a collage of images pieced together. And to make it worse, the glowing illusion would glitch and flicker in and out. Sometimes, it would melt then reset, followed by the images playing for a few seconds only to pause and reset once more. It was a strange sight made all the more creepy by the constant pressure of the spatial mana bombarding our bodies. And the images that played, the ones that were whole enough to look at, showed constant snippets of faces. Some screamed, and others were laughing. The entire thing was an eldritch madhouse of an illusion. As the mana started to physically hurt, I took a step back. The feeling the spatial distortion gave off was enough to make my bones itch. Then, all of a sudden, the pressure skyrocketed, and my head started to pound. Magnus hissed and launched himself into the illusion. I tried to grab him, but it was too late, and I felt our connection burn. "Magnus!" Then reality twisted, and my sight was split into two halves. And before I could yell in alarm, a long white tentacle shot out and wrapped around our waists. I had only a second to suck in a breath as I was yanked through the illusion. All I could see before the world became a kaleidoscope of colours was Zharia''s flaming feathers flowing behind me. Chapter 59: Let the Rage Consume When my body passed through and into the otherside of reality, it nearly caused me to throw up. It was like somebody had forcefully downloaded vertigo in my head. But as quick as it appeared, the feeling faded, and I was able to refocus my eyesight. I didn''t have time to get a detailed picture of the world, but I saw what looked like pulsating white flesh lining the skies. It was hard to get a clear picture as the creature that grabbed me was pulling me in fast. A jolt of pain came through the connection, and I screamed. Magnus! Fuck! LET ME GO! I sank my claws into the tentacle and ripped them out¡ªthe long, fleshy things spasmed, smashing me against the ground. The impact knocked the breath out of my lungs, and my eyesight blurred, but I ignored the pain to do it again. The tentacle started to loosen this time but maintained a firm grip around my waist. When it began to spasm again, I was slammed down, back first, into the spongy ground and then knocked into what felt like a large rock. Come on! Let go! I tried to repeat my attempt, only for a different kind of feeling to come through the connection. It was hot, like a volcano, ready to explode. Every thump was a war drum that pounded in my ears, and I felt its call. The beast locked away howled in madness, and my blood started to boil. Strangely enough, it wasn''t from Magnus but rather from Zharia. And I could feel her fury approaching like a flaming bullet. "Master!" The tentacle started to pull again and dragged me to my feet. Before my legs left the ground, an actual flaming missile came rocketing by. It impacted the albino appendage and erupted in a twister of golden flames. The fire washed over me and bathed me in its embrace. But, the flames did not hurt; they never would. And inside the fit of seething anger that threatened to crawl out of my skin, I called to my spirit. Mana flowed in my chest, and I let the floodgates open. It rushed and pushed and followed my will, sinking into the skill wisp inside my soul. The flaming whirlwind that was Zharia''s body bursts into motes of equally bright light. They sank into my chest and coated me in a shell of mana. Together, entwined and ready, we changed. The demon of wrath broke its bars and threw its cage at the mental walls containing it. It was free, and it wanted blood. The fire that erupted from the activation of my skill incinerated the nearby surroundings. The tentacle tried to squeeze down on my body, but the force of the eruption knocked it away. What was once bone white was now a blackened mess that scattered to the wind. I howled and launched myself at the fallen limb. When I was close, I leaned down and sunk my claws into the convulsing flesh. And then, I ran. My feet carried me forward, closer to where I felt my other spirit fighting off a wave of pain to combat a foe much larger than himself. I wasn''t sure where or even what I was doing, but I let the carnage flow uninterrupted as I consumed mana like water from an endless well. My body was hot, so scathingly hot. The hand ripping five smoking and bloody lines into the massive tentacle left behind a trail of golden fire to burn the blood that spurted out. Somewhere deep, the logical side that controlled rationality was trying its best to wrest control back from the beast. But it was futile. I needed to find the thing that caused my familiar pain. I needed to end it! When I did find Magnus, I saw a monstrous clawed arm impact his back legs and send him flying. I roared and tore my arm away from the tentacle. Without thinking, I launched myself at the mass of slimy flesh and grabbed on. The monster released a high-pitched trill that burst one of my ear drums. In retaliation, I channel mana down both arms and let two streams of golden flames explode out. It caused the creature to thrash and twist, threatening to throw me off. I couldn''t allow that; I wouldn''t let it, so I opened wide and then bit down. My fangs punctured the salty skin, and the taste of putrid rot assaulted my mouth. The smell and taste invaded my senses, and I wanted to barf. Instead of letting go, I bit down harder and let the feathers adorning my limbs light up. Something called my name, and a scream assaulted my ears from behind me, but I ignored it all. There was nothing that would stop me. I gripped tighter when its fists hammered my back. My claws punctured flesh, and I grabbed down as it tried to tear off my limb. When it bit into my shoulder, I finally screamed. The serrated teeth sliced into my flesh, treating it as if it were paper, causing intense pain. I tried to scream harder to block out the strange trill that vibrated my bones. It didn''t care. It forced two clawed hands against my chest and pushed. My arms threatened to give, but I felt bone inside its body and curved my fingers around it. Another trill, again. Angry, hurt. Another yank, another bone that cracked. More teeth joined the feast and forced my mouth open into another scream. I couldn''t make a sound, blood filling my throat. It pushed again, and my arm snapped, so I let go. It released its bite and tore a bloody chunk of flesh away as it trilled. I couldn''t speak. I couldn''t breathe. It hurt; everything hurt. My eyes glared through heavy lids as the multi-eyed eldritch spawn screeched in my face, bloody spittle and strips of flesh impacting my skin. With pure glee, I spat the blood clogging my throat into its eyes. The creature reared its head back and raised me into the air. Burn bitch! I shoved my hand into its maw and grabbed at its slimy tongue. I let out the weakest laugh and forced mana into my palm in a fit of giggling madness. The explosion blew out its brains, pale chunks mixing with burnt flesh while shards of broken teeth pelted the ground. There was a moment of silence, a brief lull in the drums of war that shook the world. This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. And then the clawed hand that kept me in the air loosened, and I dropped to the ground. I landed on my ass, and the motion caused me to spit up more blood. Yet, my eyes ignored that splatter of pink that landed on the pool of black muck. Instead, I watched as the monster, now missing half of its head, began to stumble. Like a house of cards, it collapsed and smacked the ground with a wet schlthuunk. My eyes stayed glued to its head. Where was once a face was now a meat fountain spurting up more of the rancid tar. And somehow, that sight of it all made me laugh. My brain pounded as my anger grasped for thoughts to feed off of anything to keep the raging fire alive inside its chest. But I kept laughing, even as my ribs began to protest and creak. The flames along my body flickered until they guttered out and went dormant. And the world lost its yellow tint now that the fire was gone. All that remained was an increasingly paling corpse that painted the ground black. Footsteps came from my left, and there was a moment where I wanted to ignore the fact it was footsteps from a person and not the wet thumps of a monster. However, the rage was gone, and the walls were closing back in. The anger inside me tried to run, but it couldn''t. The monster was dead; now, there was no reason to let it run wild. "Are we Cyrus, or are we Wrath?" Sereza called out. She sounded distant, like she was further back than what the footsteps suggested, and the oddity helped my brain calm down. When I turned my head, I saw that she was several meters away and was holding something behind her back. I turned away from her and continued to stare at the corpse. "Is that how we view it? Treat it like an alternate personality, separate from us?" I heard her sigh in relief, and she approached. "Yes, actually. I''m sure a child of wrath has it worst, but generally, felkins divorce themselves from their instinctive self." She stopped about a meter away and tapped something on the ground. "Found something of yours." I turned and saw her holding my spear. "Oh fuck. Didn''t even realize I dropped it, thanks." "No problem," she said. Then she frowned and looked around. "Uhm, where''s the cub?" My eyes widened, and I tried to stand up, only for my limbs to fail, and I fell onto my back. The black tar covering the ground stuck to my hair like glue, and I groaned. Fucking bastard and its rotten blood. "Magnus! Where are you? Are you okay?" "Yes, Master. I''m here." Magnus responded. I struggled to turn my head, but I managed and saw Magnus walking from behind a small mountain. His fur was back to normal, and I could see that he was unharmed. It brought peace to my mind, and I relaxed as I let the ground sink in. Now that he was safe and my thoughts were back in control, I needed healing, or I''d die, and the entire fight would have been pointless. I undid my transformation, even if I was reluctant to let its reinforcement go. The fire mana would have gotten in the way of ¨¢ine''s skill. Zharia appeared, and she flapped her wings to remain flying. "Master, we did it. Burned big, nasty monster." "Sure did. Thanks for coming to my rescue." Her feathers lit up in joy, and she landed on my chest. I tried to protest, knowing she didn''t like getting her feathers dirty, but she lightly pecked me. "No. Master is more important." I simply thanked her and laid my head back. Mana, thankfully, was separated from my physical well-being, and I summoned ¨¢ine. She landed on my chest and placed her hands near the massive bite wound on my shoulder. While she was doing this, Magnus reached the last few feet and joined in the cuddlefest, even with the blood coating everything. When I regained some strength in my arm, I reached up and placed a hand on his head, gently scratching behind his ears. "Honestly, I''m a little jealous. That looks like an amazing way to spend time. Minus the injuries, of course," Sereza said. I let out a weak chuckle. "Yeah, it is. Should totally try it sometime." "Yeah, maybe if I had enough gold to buy a city. The fact that you have five summons is insane." I tried to shrug, only for ¨¢ine to smack a tiny hand against my chest. I apologized profusely and focused back on Sereza. "So, how did you escape? And why the scream? Not that I''m judging you for it." She frowned. "Acid melts flesh pretty easily. And I didn''t scream. You were the only person doing that, and even that was more of a mad howl than anything else." "Wait. I swear I heard screaming. If it wasn''t you who wa-" Magnus raised his head and jumped. "Oh, Master. I found someone." "Magnus, what do you mean you found someone? Where are they, and why didn''t you tell me sooner?" He lowered his head and let out a weak mew. "Sorry, Master. I wanted to join you and the others." I felt like I screamed at a child. It was horrible, and if I weren''t afraid of ¨¢ine threatening to stop healing, I would have scooped the cub into a big hug. "Hey, hey. I''m sorry. You are fine. Thank you for thinking about me. But seriously, where is this person, and how did you find them?" The feeling of guilt disappeared, replaced by happy excitement. "Over there, hiding behind the rock. She said she was too scared. I found her when I killed the monster." I groaned at the lack of details and the numerous questions he was leaving me with. But I had to warn Sereza first in case something was about to happen. "Sereza." She raised an eyebrow, and I lowered my voice to a whisper. "Over there behind the rock. Magnus said he found someone, a woman, apparently. Be careful." She nodded and casually stood up. I wanted to ask her what she was going to do, but then my jaw fell open as her body broke apart into a cloud of green smoke. For a second, it looked like she teleported, nightcrawler-style, but then the cloud began to float away slowly. The Sereza-cloud crested over the rock and out of sight. I waited for something crazy to go down, but there was nothing. My jaw was still open, and when Magnus accidentally splashed some of the black tar into my mouth, I began coughing up a storm. I struggled to control the force but managed to keep Zharia and ¨¢ine from being knocked off my chest. When I looked back up, I found Sereza walking with a dagger pressed against a person''s throat. She was a short, human woman with dirty blonde hair. Her clothes were covered by dirt-stained leather armour. From the looks of it, she had a rough couple of days. Several patches of her armour were missing, while the rest were beaten and filled with holes. The fingers on her right hand were missing from the glove, and her left pant leg was gone, exposing cut-up, dirty skin. She had fear in her eyes and was walking with both hands held in the air while Sereza''s tail wrapped around her shoulder, ready to pierce into her neck. When she approached, she saw me lying on the ground and paused. I expected confusion or incredulity but was met with fear. The panicked expression made me blink, and her eyes grew wider. "No, stop, please. Don''t make me go near him," she begged as Sereza pressed her dagger closer to her skin. "And why not?" Sereza asked, her voice cold. She stuttered and dug in her feet. Eventually, she kept glancing at the dagger and tail pressed against her neck and decided to answer. "You saw what he did to that thing. He''s as much a monster as the monster itself." Sereza didn''t have time to answer as Zharia rushed at her. She tried to run away, forcing Sereza to grab her with her other hand. Zharia flew up to her face, with her feathers beginning to blaze. "Don''t speak about him that way! Dumb lady!" "Uh, uhm, uh." She was a mess. Surprised at the sudden appearance of an angry phoenix yelling at her and with the realization of the danger she was in. I sighed and called Zharia back. It took some coaxing, but she listened and landed on my chest. Her feathers flared while she bore holes in the woman''s direction. "Hey, whatever your problem is, cut it out. If what my familiar tells me is true, he saved your life. So stop being an asshat and insulting me," I shouted. She eventually calmed down, and Sereza removed her blade but remained close by. That was good since there was no way we could trust her. Especially not in the creepy land made of pulsing tentacle flesh. "Sorry. Uh, my name is Pena. And thank you for saving me from that monster. It''s just that I saw the end of your fight, and you fight like a madman. It was kind of scary, sorry." I waved her off. "Whatever, what''s done is done. But I have a serious question." "Oh, uhm, sure, go ahead." "Where are we, and why were you with a monster?" "Well, I''m not sure where we are, and to answer the second part, it''s slightly complicated." Sereza raised her dagger and growled. "Explain." "Sorry, sorry! To begin with, I want to say I had no choice in the matter. When the monsters abducted my team, they dragged us all in here. I don''t know what happened to them or where we are, but that''s it, I swear." I shared a look with Sereza, who narrowed her eyes. The story left a dozen questions for barely answering half of one. I nodded, and Sereza let her skill flare, and the blades started to glow a hazy green. The woman started to panic. "I promise that''s the truth! I don''t know where everyone else was taken. There was no time to think as they ripped us out of the building and took us here." "Where was the monster taking you then? Why aren''t you dead?" "Probably because it wanted to bring me to the center. I saw it take a few of us away and inject us with those... things." "What things? Be more descriptive," Sereza prodded. The woman shuddered and had to take a minute to calm herself. She slowly raised a finger and pointed to the right. Only fleshy protrusions were blocking her way, so I assumed she meant something beyond our area, where we couldn''t see. "I think the cult is sacrificing the people the monsters bring back." And then the woman started to cry, and Sereza lowered her blade. It was a full-blown, ugly meltdown that made me feel slightly bad for interrogating her when she was probably still in shock. I looked to where the corpse of the monster lay, dead on the ground. I''m fucking tired of these rifts. Chapter 60: Planning the Raid It took some more time for ¨¢ine to finish healing the wound on my shoulder. Regrowing missing flesh was hard and very mana intensive. During that time, while I lay in the blood of my fallen enemies, the woman kept crying. At first, it was pitiable, but now it was actually sad. Neither Sereza nor I knew what to do, so it was easier to pretend she didn''t exist. I tried to send Magnus over, but he protested and wanted to sleep on my chest. He kept trying to take a nap, and I was beginning to get concerned, but after diving through his memories and thoughts, I was ready to throttle him. Apparently, the sleepy cub was perfectly fine, and he only wanted to nap rather than needing it. Instead of dealing with that, I closed my eyes and dived deeper into his memories. I wanted to know how he got farther away since he wasn''t grabbed by a tentacle. It turns out he simply appeared closer than I did. His skill activated partially when he ran through the portal, so he resisted its effect to control where he was placed. Somehow, that meant he was transported only a couple of meters away from the monster. "Hey, Magnus. Why did you run in? That was dangerous." Magnus lifted his head and placed a paw on my own. Rather than speak, he focused and sent over his memories. Anger, hurt. Too much mana, everywhere. Stomach twists, teeth vibrate. Master is hurt; need to stop it. DANGER, protect! Stop the attack! Each snippet of thought threatened to overwhelm my mind, and it took a minute to regain focus. They weren''t so much thoughts but rather quick snapshots of an emotion he felt. The mana affected him differently. His skill forcefully filtered what he sensed and put it in context to what he could absorb. And the sheer amount of spatial mana radiating out of the pocket realm was enough to cause his entire body discomfort. And then, when the mana started to ramp up, he could feel my pain bleed through the connection, mixing with his to cause more agitation. Somehow, he could sense something was coming, something not aimed at him; his skill told him so. The rest was a blur as passing through the portal was hard to understand through the memories. Magnus himself didn''t know what happened, just that he absorbed some mana and somehow teleported into the dimensional space. Next, Magnus sent over memories of how he saw the monster and the giant tentacle extending from afar, reaching through the air to pull Sereza and me in. The funniest thing to watch was how he was launched by the first monster''s attack, only to absorb some of the kinetic damage. When he landed on the second monster, he combined the damage from the impact and discharged it through his claws. Pena was lucky to be angled in the opposite direction of Magnus'' attack. The monster that held her chains practically exploded in gore. My attack was brutal, but Magnus'' attack was like five super punches to the Monster''s face. Each hit sliced flesh and then exploded with a kinetic energy that expanded inside the wounds. To make it worse, a part of the attack pulled and twisted inward, causing further separation before the damage resulted in a blown-off head. After Magnus finished, not even a skull remained. His attacks blew apart even the chunks along with bone, liberally coating the ground in black tar. I opened my eyes and smiled at the cub resting his head on my chest. His sleepiness was easy to understand. The amount of energy he released was a lot. Not only did he take in the kinetic energy, but he also discharged the small amount of spatial energy that was absorbed when he entered the space. "You were amazing, Magnus. Good job, buddy." I whispered. He let out a soft purr and nuzzled his head deeper. It was with some reluctance that I scooped him up and stood. ¨¢ine''s healing was as thorough as always, and my bones felt good as new. "You too, ¨¢ine. Thank you." She booped my nose and settled on my shoulder, opposite from Zharia. Walking to where Sereza was standing guard, I approached. She had her daggers out, casually spinning as the felkin looked anywhere other than where Pena was sobbing. As I neared, she resheathed her blades and uncrossed her arms. "Unfair skill. Nobody recovers that easily at our tier." She shook her head while staring at my exposed shoulder. "Do you need food?" Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon. "Nah, I''m good," I said. Frowning, I glared at my lack of armour covering. "¨¢ine''s healing doesn''t use the body''s resources. Her skill supplies it. I think the mana is converted into nutrients as it enters your body. Not entirely sure, but that''s my best guess." "However it works, it''s unfair. It''s like having a free health potion with no side effects whenever you want." I shrugged and pointed to the corpse. "I want to, you know what, but honestly, my mana is too low. And I don''t want to risk it getting even lower now that we''re here." We both looked up at the sky that was not a sky. It was a ceiling made of white flesh, the same as the tentacle that grabbed us. Every forty seconds, it''d flex and wobble. The sight was disgusting, and most people would have been revulsed by such a thing. But I was worried more by the fact that it looked like the tentacle flesh. The implications of what that meant were not lost on me. And judging by Sereza''s face, it was not lost on her either. "Alright, so how are we doing this? We weren''t even supposed to be in here, but now that we are, we might as well do something about it." "Agreed," I said. I slid my finger over to where Pena was sitting and shrugged. "Do we want to head where they are keeping the prisoners, or do we head to where they are sacrificing them?" She stopped and frowned. Then her eyes widened, and she gritted her teeth. " Fuck." "What? What''s wrong?" "If she was being transported as the next sacrifice, does that mean they are expecting her? Because if they do it like clockwork and can communicate, it''ll be a major problem if she doesn''t show up." I froze and stared at the monster corpse before my eyes slid over to Pena, who lay collapsed on the ground. "Fuck." I''m really hating these rifts. Would it have been so bad to survive some mountain wilderness camping for a month? I''d have fought off some sea bears. Maybe deal with a week of nonstop rain. But no, the rift had to be filled with a people-sacrificing cult. "Well, we need to hurry then. They could already know we are here." Sereza nodded and then walked over to Pena. "Hey, get up. I''m sorry everything sucks, but we gotta go." Pena looked up with a tear-stained face, her eyes bloodshot and her nose red. It was not a good look, but sadly, there was no time to be sensitive. We couldn''t afford it. "Wh-where, what... what do you need?" Pena asked shakily. Sereza looked back and raised an eyebrow. I sighed and looked to where Pena had pointed before breaking down. The smartest move would be to get out of here as quickly as possible, but that would be abandoning everyone here. And my idiotic self had already committed to trying to save people. My intuition practically screamed at me that I should. Clicking my tongue, I let out a long sigh and raised my head. I stared at Pena and stood up straight. "How many people were alive before you left? And describe the place you were being held at." Tears started to well in her eyes, but she punched the ground and shook her head. "Fine. Fine. There were, uh, twenty-seven adults and thirteen kids. They''d take a person every half hour and a child every two." I blinked at the numbers. It was the third day, and if they had been making sacrifices nonstop, that meant a lot of people were long gone. "Continue, please," I asked. She trembled but got her shaking under control. "There is a camp. They throw people into a large circle enchanted with a barrier. They keep the kids separated in a different smaller circle." She paused, seemingly counting something in her head before continuing. "There are these... uh, tentacle piles, really tall, almost as big as a building, two of them. They stand guard while a bunch of robed people in tattered clothes come in and out. Probably nine of them. And creatures like the thing your spirit killed and the one over there. Maybe six of them in total running around. One to escort the sacrifice while the others do... something. I''m not really sure, sorry." "Don''t worry, that''s plenty of information." "Oh, good. Uhm, I''ll let you two plan." Pena looked away, stood up to move but froze, and quickly glanced at Sereza in fear. Sereza sighed and nodded slowly, and Pena turned around and moved a couple of meters away." I turned to Sereza. "That''s a lot of people. Fuck, that''s going to be a problem." "Yeah, that''s a lot of kids..." I gave her a look, and she frowned. "What?" "They''re only rift-born, remember?" I asked, my tone a parody of hers. She hip-checked me, and I nearly lost my balance. "Oh, shut it. Didn''t you show that boy your drawing journal or something? Don''t pretend you don''t care. We both know what they are. It doesn''t make it easier to accept." I raised my hands. "Fine, fine. So, plan then? We can go to the camp. Magnus could probably disrupt the containment circle." "Can we fight off the guards? It sounds like they have two of those tentacle things we fought." "Perhaps, do you think there is a chance more adventurers are in the circle? Together, we could fight them off." "What then? Rush to the center and fight off the rest of the cultists? Try to head for the exit. Because you didn''t see it, but there''s no portal where we came from. I checked." I stopped and glanced in the direction where the tentacle had dragged me. The appendage was long gone, retreated to where it came. Not that I knew where that was. "Nothing? Magnus did mention the portal tried to make him teleport somewhere random, so there probably is one, just not in that direction." She shrugged. "Doesn''t help us then. Either way, we don''t know how many monsters this place is hiding. It could be an entire army for all we know." "Aaarrrgghh! This is stupid." Zharia pecked my ear. "It''s okay, Master. We''ll figure it out." "Thanks." Sereza had an easy smile on her face. "And I thought my sins were problematic. Good to know there''s something worse." "I wasn''t, ugh, whatever. It doesn''t matter." I sent Zharia over to get Pena''s attention. When she returned with the woman in tow, I waited until she was close enough to hear without me raising my voice. "Were there other adventurers in the circle before you left?" "Well, I didn''t pay too much attention to people. Was kinda busy being scared. But I saw a couple. Maybe." "Describe them?" "Well, there was a beastkin, Big, blue scales, lizard-based with a finned tail. He was talking with an elven woman and another beastkin, smaller and also had blue scales. I don''t know how to describe it, but they looked different, less scared somehow." This time, I grinned. "Why the smile? Do you know them?" I shook my head. "No, I don''t know them at all." "Then why are you showing your fangs?" "I don''t know them personally. But, the big beastkin owes me a favour." "And that''s a reason to smile because...?" "Do you think saving his life would make him owe me another one?" She chuckled. "Yeah, I''d think so. Be a little rude if he didn''t." I chuckled again while poor Pena stared at us like we were insane. And maybe she was right to do so. For some reason, I found that fact funny, and it helped shake off some of the stress of the situation. Still, I stopped smiling and breathed in deeply. It was time to plan a rescue mission. You better live up to the hype, Groxl. We could use the help. Chapter 61: Prisoner Breakout Part 1 Pena led us to the camp. You would best describe the landscape as boring. Plain and dull were the words of the day. The ground was white stone with no grass or wildlife. And the sky, when it wasn''t a creepy undulating horror, was an unmoving expanse of white flesh. There was wind, somehow, but that was all. It made me curious as to what this space was. Was it a pocket dimension, as I thought, and if so, was it made to look like this? Or perhaps, the other unwanted theory that we were inside something was why everything here was so lifeless. The world didn''t give an answer, and frankly, it made it all the more annoying. So much was unknown, which meant danger could lurk behind every corner. For all we knew, the cultists would be ready and waiting for the moment we neared the camp. And as much as I liked to boast about the amount of mana I had, there wasn''t enough in me to set fire to an entire world of monsters. Thankfully, the journey to the camp was both short and peaceful. If I had to deal with another tentacle trying to force its way into my personal space, I''d have been tempted to leave to find a way out and not deal with the bullshit. Crouching low, I crawled forward at a snail''s pace, keeping my steps silent. Sereza was already ahead of me, so I approached her, moving to position slightly behind her shoulder. "How are we looking?" I whispered. I quickly glanced back to Pena, who was further back, sitting still. With her unmoving, I focused on the camp in front. "Was Pena telling the truth?" Sereza tapped my shoulder and pointed to the left to what looked like a tall, pale-white tree. "I might be wrong, but I''m pretty sure that''s not a tree." "I think you''re right. Look at the ground, next to the trunk, a little to its left. One larger tentacle coming from the ground, while the thing connects with it from the top." "What?" She moved forward slightly and leaned in. "Oh, yeah. Fucking weird." I nodded. "Maybe these creatures recharge through that? If not, and it''s some kind of communication thing, they might be on to us already." "Then, let''s hope they''re not." We kept observing from afar for another five minutes. It was exactly as Pena described. Two of the tentacle horrors, reminiscent of the ones we fought the other day, were standing guard on the far ends of the circle. There was a tent to the right behind the ring containing the children, but it was impossible to see its contents. There were three other monsters in the shape of the pseudo-trees. Each one looked the same, standing tall with their bodies ramrod straight. They held their arms up and bent them slightly outwards, creating the illusion of branches. And connected at their feet where their tentacles met the ground was the larger tentacle, akin to the ones that dragged Sereza and me into the dimensional space. And the two main reasons we were here were just as I imagined¡ªtwo large runic circles containing a crowd of miserable-looking people. Most of the adults had defeated looks, the kind that meant they had accepted their fate. Their clothes were ripped and torn, the cloth stained with dirt and blood. In some cases, they had no clothing at all. Whatever their circumstances were to get grabbed in such a state of undress, it was a pathetic sight. The children weren''t much better. Several of the kids were huddled in a crowd, either sleeping or crying. Two children were pressed up against the barrier, their hands not quite touching it but hovering near it. They sat and talked in whispers with a woman who looked like their mother. She had the same eyes, skin tone, and hair. I looked at where Sereza was and saw that her hands had formed fists. The tension in her knuckles was evident with every movement of her fingers. "Hey, keep the anger in check. Trust me. We need to do this right, and going crazy won''t help us," I said firmly. She glared but then relaxed her hands. The tension fell away from her shoulders, and she nodded to me after taking a deep breath and exhaling. "You''re right, sorry. We need to do this right. We can''t afford to be stupid and risk their lives." I smiled. "Good. So, first things first. It''s good that everyone is in one place. Makes it easier to plan around." "Mhhm. What about the trio that you know? Did you see them?" Nodding, I glanced to where the three sat in the back of the crowd. Groxl, Yurlox, and Velisanna sat together in a close triangle with their backs to the rest. Out of everyone there, they looked the most well-off. Yurlox looked worried and on edge, while Velisanna looked angry. Groxl, however, was a bastion of solitude amongst the crying and defeated spirits. His shoulder was relaxed while he sat in an almost meditative pose, his eyes closed as he listened to the smaller beastkin speak. The more I learn about this guy, the more surprised I am. "I think he''s our best shot. Whatever we do, I think we can rely on them. Just need to break them out first." "Good. How do you want to do this?" I responded by summoning a covered crate onto the ground. She nearly jumped back as the thing suddenly appeared. When she saw that it was just a crate, she whacked me on the shoulder with her tail. "Oww, hey! Damn, that hits harder than I thought." "A little warning next time!" She huffed. "So, how is this going to help us?" I continued rubbing my shoulder but smiled. Even Pena was leaning closer, curious as to what I pulled out. "These are expensive, but this should help." --------------------------------------------------------- I did a last round of checks. On my belt were four vials slotted along my left hip. If I was lucky, I''d only need one, but we couldn''t afford to fuck this up. The vials were useless if I was dead, so it was better to use them and waste them than not and die. If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. I gave one last glance to where Sereza was crouched. She flashed me a smile, fangs in full display. I did the same and then turned back around. "You ready, Magnus?" I asked. "Yes!" Magnus roared. With that, I activated Spirit Lord''s Invocation, and we fused. His body broke down into reflective purple motes that sank into my chest. Fur sprouted from my body, and a crystalline halo formed above my head. My claws grew a crystal coating, and I flexed, watching the light reflect off their surface. The circles were too far away, so I couldn''t sense mana the way Magnus did. Even if I strained myself, I''d have to get closer, but that was fine. I planned on doing exactly that. I reached down and uncapped a slender vial. Cheers. If it doesn''t work, I''m coming back to haunt your ass Khrem. I downed the vial and let the liquid slide down my throat. It tasted strange. Like it had the essence of grape infused into the water, but then it turned to mint as it went down. All in all, eight out of ten drink, it was very refreshing. After the potion settled in my stomach, I waited. Nothing happened for over ten seconds before I felt a tingling cold sensation spread down my limbs. It branched out from the center of my chest and came in waves as it pushed further and further outwards. The feeling was similar to letting mana flow, the sudden cold, a frigid chill that invaded your veins. And then I started to sweat. When I went to wipe my forehead, I pulled back in surprise as the tips of my fingers were gone. No, not gone. As I narrowed my eyes and slowly moved my hand, I saw a distortion in the air, like a vague ghostly outline that only appeared if I was really looking. And before I knew it, the rest of my body was invisible. The liquid coated my clothes entirely, for which I was thankful. If the invisibility required me to get completely naked, I would not be a happy camper. Exposing myself in front of children, no matter what the reason was, was not a line I was willing to cross. "Hey, Zharia, how do I look?" She sent a mental chirp. "Gone, can barely see you." Good. No haunting sharkmen in my future. I didn''t bother waving goodbye; the others wouldn''t have been able to see me. And I was on a very strict timer. Thankfully, I had the foresight to move closer to the camp before we started the operation. I had less than a minute to get to where Groxl was and warn him before I undid the barrier. If things went as planned, he''ll be able to help fend off the monsters guarding the camp, and we can get the people escorted out of there. I glanced at where I felt Zharia and ¨¢ine fly off. Below them, only barely visible in the background, was the green Sereza-cloud gliding to the opposite end of the camp. Her goal was to take out some of the guards the moment I gave the signal. Carefully but with haste, I half-ran and sneaked past the tent. I desperately wanted to look inside, but I had to ignore it. Instead, I veered for the bigger circle containing the adults and ran along its edge. I had to stop, and I mentally cursed. One of the robed figures came from behind one of the monster trees. My body froze, and I ducked low, laying flat on the ground while curling up to create a smaller profile. The figure walked by, and when he got within grabbing distance, I was ready to throw the bombs slotted into my belt and begin the backup plan. Luckily for me, the cultist kept walking by, not noticing my prone form only a foot away. There was a moment when a stray strip of the tattered cloth nearly brushed my nose, but I held my breath and pulled away just in time. With nearly silent steps, the cultist walked away and headed for the tent. I let out the breath I had been holding and got up. With a glare towards the cultist, I got moving. That stop took too long, and I was about to become very visible to a large group of people. Finally, I neared the spot where the trio was sitting. I could hear Yurlox muttering as Velisanna started to growl. "We could take them. If we did our standard battle plan and used Grox''s new skill, we could take out two and then run," Yurlox whispered. Velisanna snapped, and she slapped a hand down. "And we can''t run. We don''t know where to go. And you saw the two giants. There''s no way we can escape." "I disagree. We could use the rift-born as bait. Your movement skill could carry us while Grox can keep up." "I swear, Yur, I''m goi-" "Hey! You two cut it out," I whispered. "What? Who ju-" Yurlox started, but I cut him off. "Ssssh, don''t say anything. Groxl. I''ve come to collect another favour." Groxl opened his eyes, and he stared in my direction. For a moment, I thought he could see me, but when I looked down, I was still invisible. "Felkin... where are you?" I was about to answer, but the cold, numbing, tingling sensation started to fade. Damnit! I hope there''s not a limit to these things. I quickly swiped the second potion and uncapped it. Downing it, I slotted the empty vial back onto my belt. "Potion, Travis, and Khrem made it. Listen, I''m about to disrupt the barrier. I need you guys ready. I don''t have time to explain to everyone, but we need to get the noncombatants out of here before the guards attack." Yurlox swivelled his head rapidly from Groxl to where my voice was coming from. Then he settled on me. "How much time left? I can quickly warn the other adventurers to get ready." I gritted my teeth and internally sighed. "You got a minute. I''m not sure how long it''ll take for the barrier to go down, but that''s what I''m willing to spare." Yurlox stood up but kept his figure hunched. With a flick of his tail, he tapped Velisanna''s shoulder and pushed deeper into the crowd of people. I watched him go, unsure of everything. The stress was getting to me, and not in a fun way. If this were a fight, I''d be smiling like a madman. Even I knew that my new body enjoyed the thrill of combat. But this? There was so much that could go wrong; at any moment, shit could hit the fan. Still, there was no stopping now. Sereza and my familiars were ready, waiting for the signal. "What''s the plan?" Vellisanna asked. "Bust you out; friend ambushes the guards. We get everyone out of here while you two distract the big bastards, and I can get the kids'' barrier down. From there? Don''t really have one. We''re on the clock. The people running the sacrifices should already be starting to wonder where their sacrifice is." "That''s... a horrible plan. Wha-" Groxl held out a big, meaty arm to silence his teammate. Vellisanna looked surprised but clamped her mouth shut and frowned. "Master Travis made more than an invisibility potion. You have the bombs?" Groxl asked calmly. "Yes. Got two on my belt. Why?" "Give them to Vellisanna, we''ll distribute it better." I frowned, but if I trusted the trio to watch my back and help win the fight, I''d trust his advice. I reached down, grabbed the two bombs, and placed them on the ground. As I pulled away, they began appearing slowly as if a haze was pulling away. Yurlox came sprinting back, and he nodded. Taking that as a sign, I took a deep breath and activated Magnus'' skill. The fur along my body became crystal-covered, and I felt the new weight along my arms. It was time. With the skill ready, I finally opened up my senses and let the mana flow. It felt solid, stable, like hardened air. But then I felt containment, the kind that locked you away and kept you frozen. That must be why the others aren''t using any of their skills. The circle has a nullification field designed into the enchantment. Placing both hands against the barrier, I felt it harden, and an angry energy tried to push into my fingers to repel me away. Growling, I pushed harder and let my claws sink in. It felt like grabbing a hardened piece of mud. Yurlox and Velisanna watched in surprise as my limbs started showing, the potion no longer keeping them hidden. Groxl, though, was silent, a deadly calm between the three. As a low buzz started to sound out, and the barrier began to grow visible with a grey glow, more and more people inside the circle took notice and turned my way. I ignored them; they weren''t important. Not at that moment. With the barrier resisting and my skill absorbing the mana that sought to assault my body, I closed my eyes and let the world fall away. Magnus was there, in the back of my head, guiding me to channel his skill and let the mana flow inward. The hardest part was learning to let go, to let the energy past the crystal shell and let it soak into the fur along my arms. I did as he instructed, and I felt the barrier stutter. Then, the energy assaulting me was pulled forcefully into my body. It tried to pull back like it was alive, but I tugged harder. You''re mine! I mentally grabbed onto the slippery energy. It felt like a tentacle trying to squirm its way out. There was another stutter, and I heard gasps and the beginning of yelling, but I kept my eyes closed. Finally, the barrier gave, and the energy went limp. I absorbed the power and felt it flow into my chest and up towards my throat. It rested there, mine and fully so. And then the barrier exploded, and the screaming began. And only one voice stood out amongst the rest. "Time to feed," Groxl rumbled. And with that, I opened my eyes and watched as the beastkin became a shadowy missile that impacted the nearest tree monster. Chapter 62: Prisoner Breakout Part 2 His body was a streak of moving water mixed with flowing shadows. The moment he made an impact with the monster, the thing bent in two. The hit was more than just the large beastkin ramming into its body. The water exploded into a literal wave of crashing water, slapping the thing as fast as an arrow. Both its arms snapped backwards, and the loud sound of bone breaking echoed across the ground. And then came the shadows. They were like razor whips that sliced and cut deep lines across its flesh. One line sliced across its elongated neck, sabotaging the monster''s scream. Before the monster could fall to the ground, the large saurian slapped both hands against its head. And before I could tell what had happened, the monster''s skull was no more¡ªgone, entirely erased from its body. I could only stare in shock. I knew Travis was invested in the trio, and Groxl was like a favoured son, but seeing the saurian in action, I finally understood why. A hand yanked on my shoulder, and I snapped my head around to see Velisanna grabbing the two bombs. "Focus. Get the other barrier." She turned around and lifted both arms into the air. A draft of wind carried the bombs upward. Then, she brought both hands together and formed a visible twister above the camp. It wasn''t large by any means, but you could hear the start of howling winds. The bombs were pulled inward and flung across the camp, pelting the area and the cluster of pseudo-trees on the far side. That ethereal mist that exploded outwards spread far enough to touch the skin of the tentacle horror. It trilled, and more people screamed as they covered their ears. It was annoying, but I turned away just as I saw Yurlox send out a barrage of what looked like balls of water. Trusting them to move things along, I rushed to the circle containing the kids and placed both hands on the barrier. My claws pushed inward, and I could feel it trying to push me back. It felt weaker, somehow. The angry, slimy energy struck me but contained less than half the other circle''s power. Grabbing onto the energy and beginning the tug-o-war, it was easy to get the upper hand. The barrier went down a few seconds later, and this time, I got to watch what happened. The hardened air that formed the barrier was now visible like dirty glass. It glowed grey and was beginning to lose form. Beneath my feet, the circle itself smoked and turned to dust. When the final crack sounded out and the barrier broke, the circle flared up and disappeared. Before I could even stand, a woman came rushing by, nearly knocking me aside as she ran to her kids. They cried out for their mother, and she swept them up and into her arms. There was crying and sobbing, but she quickly turned and ran away. As she sprinted past me, I heard her whisper. "Thank you... Thank you." I stood up. By this point, the camp had erupted into utter chaos. Groxl and his team were locked in a fierce battle with a writhing mass of tentacles¡ªa spectacle in its own right. Yurlox knelt on the ground, both arms raised high as he channeled mana into a massive globe that floated in the air, encasing the tentacle mass inside. Veillisanna stood nearby and occasionally sent out projectiles of twisting air that launched into the orb. The twisting missiles would impact a tentacle and explode, causing the air to rotate in a frenzied vortex that ripped the slimy flesh apart. And then there was Groxl. He was like a torpedo sliding through the water. His form darkened the surrounding area he slid through, leaving black ink trails crisscrossing the globe. When he rushed by, the monster lost a tentacle or was cut apart chunk by chunk. It stained the globe even darker, mixing in with his shadows. The monster lunged, attempting to ensnare the elusive saurian. But Groxl dodged with uncanny agility, pivoting on a dime. Each attack missed its mark as the beastkin glided effortlessly through the globe. I had to tear my gaze away when a loud trill rocked my body. It was the bone-deep kind of shaking that only happened if the monster was hurt. And when I looked over to the otherside of camp, Sereza joined Zharia in distracting the giant monster while the other adventurers were sending their own attacks. One conjured stone walls to stop the tentacle''s momentum, bleeding off enough force to slow the limbs so his teammates could dodge. Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. Fireballs, water, lightning, flashes of light, they used everything to battle the guards around the camp. I even saw ¨¢ine fly person to person and offer quick bursts of healing to help people in rougher shape. There was only one thing left for me to do. I summoned my spear and turned to the tent. There was a small wave of cultists streaming outwards, more than what Pena ever saw. When one came close, I lunged and pushed the blade of my spear through their neck. They stopped and ripped the weapon out. But the cultist was undeterred as they slashed a black dagger across my arm. I felt the impact against the crystal shell, and I felt it scrape a line across the surface. The feeling was strange; it didn''t feel like it cut skin, but I felt it. The crystal was connected to me, even if I was unused to the sensation. Letting the cultist swing again, I grabbed his elbow and pushed my claws to the bone. It stopped the momentum of his attack, and I stabbed my spear upwards and through the jaw. Quickly pulling away, I twirled the spear to get the foul blood off and looked for another. More cultists streamed out of the tent like clowns out of a car. The sight was baffling. There should not have been as many inside as the amount that came out. The flood forced even the adults who weren''t adventurers to take up arms and defend. Some were just parents protecting kids, throwing themselves into battle. Some picked up the fallen daggers; others used their skills from afar. It didn''t matter; the mayhem left nobody alone as the struggle continued. A ripple emanated from deep within me, originating from the power I''d absorbed from the barriers. Mana bubbled up, contained yet brimming in my chest. The sensation was intense, tinged with the unsettling feeling that this power wasn''t entirely mine. It was as if my body grudgingly accepted the foreign mana. Still, I kept it contained, waiting, and ready to use for the right moment. More cultists rushed by, and I took a shot at another that neared my space. I swung my spear out and cut across the legs of one of the robed figures. The cultists fell forward, but not before taking down the one in front. The second cultist stumbled but caught themselves. I growled and launched my plated foot into the center of their chest. Bones broke, and my foot sank deeper while launching the cultist backwards. They fell on their ass, robes billowed out as they lay sprawled on the ground. The first cultist tried to get up, but I quickly stabbed my spear through their head. My spear''s wings prevent the shaft from plunging too deep. I used my foot to provide leverage and pull the blade portion out. Gore and chunks of bone coated the blade while it dripped the cultist''s blood. Before I could rush over to the second cultist, a random fireball impacted the side of their head, and I stopped. There was a muted scream, and the cultist''s robe caught fire, creating a raging blaze in two seconds flat. When I glanced over, I saw the mom from before holding out her hand. She looked strained and nearly ready to collapse, but she let out a bloody smile before turning and running away. I mentally saluted her and pushed on. The stream of cultist had stopped, but there was so many that the presence of all the robes obscured the battlefield. Blood splattered the ground, some red, some black, and one pile was even bright green. The screams and battle cry mixed in with the dying trills of the tentacle horror. Each sound blended into a cacophony of war that filled my ears. If anyone looked my way, I''m sure they''d have seen a wide, toothy grin spread across my mask. With the flap to the tent open, I was ready to push inside. I''d turn around and rejoin the battle if nothing else was in there. But there was a strange feeling in the air. My heightened mana senses were telling me something was inside. Something powerful. Not wanting to waste time while people fought outside, I rushed through the flap and pushed past the unnatural darkness obscuring the entrance. However, before I could see what was inside, a giant grey tentacle smashed into my chest and launched me into the air. My body skipped once and knocked out the breath in my lungs before I came to a rolling stop on the ground. Wet sludge touched my skin, sending a cold shiver down my spine. There was ringing in my ears, and my vision blurred. "Master!" Zharia was fury incarnate, but I had to block her out before her thoughts affected my own. And somewhere in the background, I knew ¨¢ine was rushing over, but there wasn''t time to think. Screams and shouts rang out, the sounds rising to a new octave. I raised my head to where the tent was and wanted to immediately slam my head back into the ground. Breaching the darkness, nine massive tentacles pushed through the small flap. Behind it came the single largest cultist around. He was as tall as a tentacle horror, and the limbs were as thick as the ones that dragged me inside the dimensional space. Their eyes lurked in the shadows of their hood, but I sensed their gaze bearing down upon me. It carried with it an effect that threatened to invade my mind and force my thoughts to a crawl. I wouldn''t let it. The well of energy inside my chest siphoned the energy away as a crystal shell started to grow over my face, covering my mask and skull. The energy felt stagnant and confined, much like a barrier. However, it was accompanied by a strong feeling of decay and deterioration. It brought to mind the image of fungus spores consuming a corpse until it decomposed and merged with the earth. I got up just as ¨¢ine landed on my shoulder and slapped her hands onto my neck. Her skill encountered no resistance as it pushed past the crystal covering and into my body. Bones slowly repaired themselves, and I could breathe again, even as I had to spit out blood that had pooled in my mouth. The mega-cultist curled up, the tentacles slithering across the ground and pulling inwards. Their equally giant, tattered robe billowed in an unseen wind, and the sky darkened. I looked up defiantly and coughed up more blood. I spat it out and grinned widely, ignoring the hole bitten through my tongue. Not today, you big bastard. Reaching up, I ripped off my mask and let the energy that had been building inside me bubble to the surface. There was a mix of powers from the barriers and the random bits of kinetic damage I absorbed through the hits. This time, I called upon the power that wanted to climb up my throat. I let the energy flow and then held it ready, building the pressure. The mana in the air began to rage and spiral, and I could feel the giant cultist about to discharge their attack. Fuck you. My head rocked back as a sphere of twisting grey energy shot out like a cannonball from my mouth. It made a screeching sound as it cut through the air and forced several people to cover their ears. As one, all the cultists, neck-deep battling the former prisoners, turned and rushed towards me. But it didn''t matter. It was too late to stop it, and before the cultist could unleash his attack, the ball drilled into the robed mass, past the coiling tentacles, and into their chest. The sky roared, and there was a loud pop when the giant figure became encased in a spiral of multiple rings. Each ring was a spinning line of enchantments that constricted and tightened. With a silent scream, the energy expanded and shrunk downward, cutting the cultist into two halves. The silence on the battlefield was deafening, and you could hear a pin drop between all the paused breaths. Chapter 63: Prisoner Breakout Part 3 There was an explosion of sound, cheering and wooting from the back. I couldn''t keep the smile from my face. Staring at the two severed halves of the cultist giant, it felt good. The cultist stood around the crowd, unmoving and stiff. They stood eerily still, facing the direction of their fallen leader. The sight put my nerves on edge. I was ready to turn and impale the nearest one on my spear, but then I heard screaming mixed in with some shouts of alarm. I didn''t want to turn around, fearing what I''d see. But then the ground started to shake, and I saw the cultists twitch before exploding into motion. Those who had ignored the robed figures to celebrate a victory prematurely were caught off guard. More than a few people were cut and stabbed by the daggers, and the shouts and screams turned into moans of pain. Gritting my teeth, I picked up my spear and whipped around. "¨¢ine go, I got this. Save as many lives as you can." She quickly squeezed in a hug before jumping off. Her tiny form blitzed through the air, flying to the nearest woman who was clutching a hand to her stomach. Bright red blood was starting to seep through, and she had a wild look in her eyes as she conjured a fist-sized rock and sent it flying into the cultist''s face. I didn''t have time to see if the attack did anything to the cultist because suddenly, one of the tentacles from the fallen cultist began to slither upwards. When I turned around, it was just as I feared. The giant tentacles were holding up the mega-cultist two halves. There was no blood and guts, just a shadowy void splitting the cultist in two. Suddenly, the grey tentacles slapped the two halves together and began to wrap up the cultist like a cocoon. They slither and undulate into a grotesque ball as the battle raged on. I checked the energy I had left after the attack, and it was distinctively low. Most of what I had was kinetic energy ready to be released through my claws, but I doubted that would do much good. There was a crash behind me, and then Sereza slid into view. She had several cuts along her arms but was relatively fine. The wounds were shallow, and not much blood had seeped through her clothes. She flashed a grin. "What''s the plan?" I pointed to the writhing cocoon. "Need to get in there." She glanced backwards before using her skill to send spectral daggers into the back of one cultist. She knocked some stray hair out her face and turned to face the monster. "I have enough mana to overcharge my Acid Surge. Will that work?" "Perfectly, let''s go." We began to sprint towards the cocoon while racing past the group of people fighting off one of the tree monsters. It was surprising to see one of them still alive, but with five people, they''d have to handle it. Three cultists sprung in our path before we could make it more than twenty meters and charged. Sereza sped up, and I joined her. There was no spoken communication, but I saw her flash a sign with her hands, and I understood. She approached the cultist coming towards her and dived within arm''s reach. Instead of trying to attack, she maneuvered behind him and pushed. The cultist was sent flying into my spear, stopped only by the wings at the base of the head. That was fine. I sliced downwards, carrying the cultist to the ground, and trampled the cultist with my feet, unhooking the spear from their chest. The cultist may not be dead, but was undoubtedly wounded and down for the count. If we were lucky, somebody else would finish them off before they got up. The second cultist continued their charge, but Sereza stopped them with a preemptive strike. Her glowing green blades left an afterimage ripple through the air, barely missing the cultist''s throat. They leaned backward while their arm came at a strangle angle that should not have worked with basic anatomy. But Sereza countered it by flicking her tail, impaling the offending hand above the wrist. By now, I was close, so she yanked back, pulling the cultist forward while I rammed my spear into their chest. My momentum carried me on, and the cultist was torn away from Sereza''s tail with a crack of bones. Their dagger dropped, and I reached out to stop the other arm. Black fist impacted crystal claws, and I absorbed the energy from the hit. Not letting the bastard attack again, I used my supernaturally sharp nails to remove an entire chunk of meaty flesh from their throat. Angling my spear downward, the cultist was forced to the ground as my spear dislodged from their chest, and I continued onward. Sereza was only a second behind. "Good teamwork!" she shouted. I flashed her a thumb-up while jumping over a pair of corpses. One was a robed cultist; their tattered cloth half singed through. And the other was the face of an older man, somewhere around his forties. He had muscular arms and a broad chest, but his extended gut spoke of a different life. It was a quick death as I spotted no other injuries other than the long gash across his throat. All the more reason to end this quickly. We were coming up on the cocoon, and it was beginning to twitch. Each tentacle was now darker in colour, more black than grey. And the air around it was starting to distort. The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. "Gotta hurry!" I shouted. Sereza didn''t reply and lowered her head into a full sprint. The last burst of speed allowed her to barrel through a pair of elves stumbling into our path from the left. They cried in alarm, but Sereza ignored them, jumped, and gripped two hands on her dagger. The neon yellow haze expanded as she began to fall forward, and I felt her mana activate. Sour stinging, burning pain, singe the nose, sting the eyes, burn the flesh. The impressions of her mana filtered through my thoughts, my mana sense interpreting the small burst of power that flowed through the felkin''s hands. She plunged the dagger down, her blade silent as she crashed into the writhing cocoon. She twisted and screamed as the area in front of her was bathed in a wave of acid. It shot forth and used the wound made by the dagger to blast forward in a narrow cone. There was a stutter to the mana in the area, and I saw the sky begin to spasm. It was concerning, and my focus was on the massive hole being created as Sereza continued throwing her mana into the skill. I could tell she was nearing her end, and when she stumbled, I gently pulled her back and drove inside. The acid hissed as it landed on my clothes, but the crystal covering my limbs began absorbing the mana the moment it made contact with the bright acid. I could feel it mix in with the other energy, separated but contained. Surprisingly, the new mana type didn''t try to crawl toward my throat, but rather, it sank lower and joined the kinetic energy lining my arms. I let it, and I kept pushing deeper. By now, the tentacle wall that made up the cocoon had been eaten through, and I began to see black cloth. The tentacle had melted only partially in a narrow cone at chest height, requiring me to stop and lean forward. I pushed my arms through the last of the membrane and felt contact with a bunch of soft cloth. With a growl, I channeled the remaining energy into my claws. The crystal covering my head was still there, so I risked watching the eight grey lines impact the shadows while two glowing yellow lines sliced the sides. I could hear the hiss of acid melting through the robes, and then I felt the kinetic impact begin to bombard the cultist''s body. It was a series of blows that looked like someone had launched cannonballs inside the hole. All of a sudden, the tentacles around me began to move and shift. There was a high-pitched shriek that turned my mind to mush. And when the cocoon started to squeeze down, I was unable to stop it, and I felt my hip begin to creak. Then, a large fist gripped the back of my vest and yanked me out of the tentacle''s grip. My body was thrown backwards, and I smacked my head into the ground causing further pain. Through teary eyes, I watched as Groxl threw me on his shoulder and activated his movement skill. The world began to blur as his skill coated us in a bubble of water and shadows. But before my vision became entirely obscured, an explosion from inside the cocoon made the flesh bulge outward till the tentacles slacked, and a burst of shredded cloth and black blood pelted the campgrounds. Then Groxl''s skill ended, and I felt my body rock from the sudden stop. My head hurt a lot, the pounding making every slight jostle feel like a smack to the face. Groxl tried to set me down on my feet, but I stumbled and fell over. He caught me and lifted me up like a baby in the giant beastkins arms. Aaargh...fuck...you. You giant... damn saurian. His mouth moved, but all I could hear was a vague ringing. In truth, it hurt even to have him do that, so I reached a hand out and placed my finger on his snout. He froze, and I weakly gestured to my head and then my ears. Groxl blinked a few times before seemingly understanding. He closed his mouth and gently sat me down. I gave the big man a thumbs-up and called out to my familiars. "Aine... where are you?" Aine popped up from the crowd, and I closed my eyes as she flew over. She reached a hand on my face and gently placed her palm on the crystal surface. With her healing skill beginning to soothe the hammering in my head, I relaxed and let myself sink through Zharia''s memories. Surprisingly, the little bird was sitting on Sereza''s shoulder, only a few feet away. I was worried when Groxl grabbed me that Sereza would be left behind, but from what I saw from Zharia''s perspective, Yurlox had used his own movement skill to grab her and shoot away on what looked like a water slide. From there, I got to see the explosion from her perspective, and I chuckled at how silly the cocoon looked with the explosion pushing outwards. After Groxl carried me away, the rest of the cultists were slain, and the people began celebrating. Sadly, I noticed a few dead faces mixed in with the corpses. It was annoying, aggravating, really. But it was also inevitable there was no way to pull off the rescue without losing some of the people during the fight. At least from what Zharia saw, all the children made it away safe and sound, guarded by three adults. The mother of the two kids was one of them, and she was busy helping the other children settle down. Small miracles, at the very least. Now that we were safe, I opened my eyes and pulled out a hand mirror from my inventory. I held it at an angle and examined the crystal coating my head. It extended from the base of my neck to the top of my skull. The crystal smoothly grew over my mask, and I just realized I had somehow been able to breathe. When I raised my chin, I found the crystal had created small holes that allowed me to pull in air. It was a remarkably intuitive feature, and I couldn''t help but be surprised at the change to the transformation. It was the first time a skill had changed, even if it was only in regard to another skill. I knew shifting the effects of a skill was possible, but it was supposed to be something that took an incredible amount of time. The odds of doing it because of a high-stress event were beyond rare. I finished examining the changes by angling the mirror behind my head and noted the small plate that had grown to protect the back of my neck. My ears were also covered but stained with blood dripping from burst drums. The loud screech would have done more damage if I hadn''t had those coverings. With the examination finished, I waited as Sereza approached, and I turned to Groxl. "Thanks for saving me. It looks like you only owe me one favour." I grinned to show him I was joking, but his serious face ruined the vibe. "You can hear again. A curious little spirit. Powerful skill." ¨¢ine did a small curtsy before resuming her healing of my body. She was pretty empty after going around helping everyone, so she was pulling from my manapool to fix the latest damages. I shrugged and nodded as Sereza stopped beside the beastkin. "Hell of a way to end the battle. I think you were right." "About what?" "When you said that what I listed wasn''t even half the interesting things about you. You''re a ball of chaos, and I''m loving it." I smirked. "Thanks, I try my best, I swear." She stuck out her tongue and nodded to the tent that had somehow stood untouched and undamaged throughout the battle. "You ready to go in there?" "Yeah, we better hurry in case the people running the sacrifices come." I stood up and groaned. "There''s another thing. There''s no way I''m leaving without getting something from the big bastard. Do you mind helping with that?" "You have enough mana?" "No, but I got a potion. That will be enough if I''m only doing it once. I''ll be pretty close to mana fatigue afterward." "Alright. Let''s go." I waved to Groxl as he stared with crossed arms. "What are you doing?" "Getting my reward. Don''t worry about it." "I''ll join." I sighed. I didn''t want to show him the looting ability, but there was no getting around it. He probably suspected as much, considering I had supplied Travis and Khrem with the ghostgoop. "Fine. But no questions." He nodded, and I groaned. It better be some good loot. Chapter 64: Eating Something We Shouldnt Several people came to thank us as we made our way through the crowd. I received the most praise, but the others had seen Groxl take on the tentacle horror, and Sereza, with Zharia preening on her shoulder, was a close second. It was uncomfortable to receive all the thanks. One weeping woman even called me a hero. I hated it. A part of me completely rejected the idea of being some heroic adventurer. I was only here because I was too nosy scouting a place. Lost in thought, I was jolted back to reality when a man''s hand landed on my chest. "What the?" The man in question stood tall and possessed the kind of muscles one acquires through proper workouts. Blood and dirt caked his blonde hair, and his clothes bore red stains. I was ready to have ¨¢ine try to heal him, but then I noticed there were no injuries on his body except for a cut along the back of his hand. It wasn''t his blood. He looked at me with pure hatred, his bloodshot eyes wet from tears. He pushed again, and I was forced a step backwards. "You. She''s dead because of you! Why did you have to do it!" I ripped his hand off and knocked it aside. "Hey, fuck off. I don''t know what you''re talking about." He tried to step closer, but Groxl put his arm out while looming over the man. "Stop." The man trembled and closed his fists till his knuckles turned white. For a moment, he looked ready to start swinging, but then his knees buckled, and he fell to the ground sobbing. "Oh, Leyla... I''m so sorry. I''m so sorry." Seeing the man broken over the loss of someone he knew was sobering. The once bright smiles and happy faces were now downcast, and they looked away. The anger welling up died, utterly disinterested in the man. I didn''t blame him for being mad. He was lashing out, looking for something to direct his emotions. I understood. Keeping the expression on my mask neutral, I stepped aside as two men approached after we moved away to help pull the man to his feet. They carried him away from the crowd and kept him moving. At least the praises stopped. Sereza glanced over. "You okay?" "Perfectly. Can''t really be angry at the guy." I turned to Groxl. "Thanks for the help." "No problem. Foolish to blame the hero for the villain''s sins," he replied. I cocked my head. "You are a strange beastkin, Groxl. Must say, I understand why Travis likes you so much." He nodded but kept silent. I smirked at that and turned my attention to the shredded remains of what was once the cultist. Giant, lifeless tentacles were still around, but several were missing or had primarily become fleshy chunks. I turned to Zharia. "You were amazing. Thanks for watching Sereza''s back." She preened. "Of course. I got to burn away the gross people." Sereza smiled at Zharia. "Thank you as well. It was a pleasure working with you." "Yes, anytime." I held out my hand for Zharia to hop into, and when she did, I stroked her feathers before undoing her skill and pushing her to my chest. Her weight settled in, and I pulled out a mana potion. Popping the cork, I downed the liquid and waited until my mana pool filled. I briefly sank into my soulspace and noted the large flux of rift energy hovering above the lake. I''ll have to meditate tonight, but it''ll be worth it. Once my mana recovered enough to summon Erebus and not fall over from mana fatigue. I channeled the skill. When he appeared, Groxl leaned in and examined the spider. Erebus waved, and Groxl grunted. "Another one?" "Yep," I replied. I eased him into the most substantial pile, watching as he melded into the shadowplane. Given the cultist''s sheer size and power, it was evident this would drain an unusually hefty chunk of mana. I felt him search for something, and I waited while closely watching how the skill wisp inside the soulspace reacted when he tried to activate his skill. There was a brief ripple in the connection, and I saw the link become thin. It made the flow of mana pushing into Erebus seem less solid and lighter in the metaphysical sense. Sensing the strain on my familiar, I scooped him up as he emerged from the rapidly vanishing gunk. While the disgusting smell couldn''t affect me through my mask, my companions didn''t have the same protection. So, for their sake, I stepped away, and we watched black smoke rise into the air. Some people screamed and shouted, and I winced. Oops. I completely forgot about how they would react. I better nip this now before a riot starts. "Everyone! It''s okay, we''re not under attack!" I shouted. Several people snapped their heads towards me, but I kept my mask emotionless. They didn''t need to see my face cringing. People grumbled, and one person even retched, vomit spewing on the ground before someone else helped drag him out of the area. Sereza glared from where she stood, and Groxl bore into me with unblinking eyes. I shrugged my shoulders apologetically and pointed to the tent. They joined me, but only after the smoke died down. The corpse of the mega-cultist melted into a massive puddle of tar. Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. Sereza approached and crossed her arms. "I thought we agreed on you warning me next time." "And I thought you would know to avoid it since it happened once." "That was disgusting. Was it worth it?" Groxl grumbled. I held up the black lootorb and shook it. "Let''s find out." I held Erebus up, giving him a front-row seat. He sent over joy and excitement. I chuckled as the spider tapped my hand, and I sent mana into the orb. It unraveled, and then something heavy landed in my palm. The item appeared so fast it made my eyes cross. Its interior remained hidden, wrapped tightly in chains of a bluish-grey metal. Runes etched into every chain link sent throbbing pain through my head. Within seconds, a headache was hammering away inside my mind, and I had to look elsewhere. "Urgghh, fuck me. What is that?" Sereza groaned as she closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. "I don''t... know," I growled. Summoning a spare towel, I draped it over the object to shield it from view. Yet, even concealed, its presence made my eyes twitch. "Put it away, seriously." Summoning Chomperz, I watched as he froze in midair. His body sunk to the ground, and he kept his eyes trained on the object. After three seconds, he shook his head and turned around. He launched into the air and leveled his eyes to mine. He shook his head. What? "What? Why not?" He briefly glanced back, then turned away. This time, he deflated, his head lowering dejectedly. "Is it too much?" I stopped and put a hand on the dragonling''s chest. "If it''s too much, I can keep it outside." It was honestly a surprise he let me touch him. Most of the time, Chomperz avoided physically interacting with me like it was the plague. This must be serious if he''s allowing this. He placed both talons on my hand and shook his head. "So you want to try storing it?" He gave a nod, backing up a bit. Soon after, he began regurgitating various boxes and crates I had stored within him. As this went on for well over a dozen seconds, I found myself scratching the back of my head. I didn''t think I was hoarding this much junk. Sereza whistled. "That''s a lot of stuff. And just how big is his stomach?" "Ah, not super large, but decently enough." I didn''t have to look to see that all the crates and boxes were empty. He kept some of the stuff inside and emptied only the containers. He then spat an entire mountain of food. By the time he finished, I caught Sereza and Groxl eyeing me quizzically. Some of the onlookers who''d lingered out of curiosity shot me equally puzzled glances. "Uhh, okay. I like to be prepared, sue me." "Sue? What''s that?" "Nevermind. Hey Groxl, do you think you can distribute some of this food to everyone? Might as well give it to people and cheer them up instead of wasting it." Groxl grinned and let out a strange noise from his mouth. It sounded like a whistle, a hiss, and a trill blended together. Yurlox and Veilisanna came over, giving the pile of boxes and food a confused look. "Everyone should get something, have the kids pick first." Yurlox nodded, and Velisanna quirked an eyebrow before shrugging. She walked up to the nearest person and started instructing them. Good. I didn''t want to deal with that. "You okay, Chomperz? You never pulled out this much stuff in such a short time before." He nodded and slowly approached the object in my hand. There was a brief moment of hesitation, and I was ready to tell him not to worry about it, but he shook his head and opened wide. This time, I felt something wrong with our connection. Before I could say anything, he inhaled the object like a bullet. Chomperz snapped his snout shut. He had enough time to look my way before dropping to the ground and vibrating. I reached for him but lost all control of my limbs and joined him on the ground. Sereza tried to say something, but the world lost all meaning. "You are not one of mine... no..... Then why do you ha- GRAAAAGGGHHHHHH." Rushing tides, slumbering deep. Absent is the caress of the moon. Gone is the embrace of the sun. Let the rot fester and expand. Drown the world underneath the salted tide. I am all, I shall feed, FORM THE WORLD FOR MY KIN! I can''t think... Ca- can''t breathe. Must... stop- need to- DING The world stopped. Nothing, there was nothing: peace and blissful static. The voice was gone, the presence banished. I felt hands touching my face. They were warm, so very warm. "Cyrus, come on. Hey, no, don''t go to sleep." But why not? Sleep is good. "Don''t make me sting you. I swear I will." Slowly, I fluttered open my eyes. As my sight adjusted, I rolled my head and saw Chomperz curled up next to my hand. "I didn''t want to disturb him. But you should get up. People are getting worried," Sereza explained. Turning to her, I blinked slowly. It took a few seconds, but then everything came flooding in, and I turned back to Chomperz. Scooting over, I lifted him close to my chest. He didn''t breathe, but I didn''t expect him to. I did, however, feel a steady heartbeat. "Hey, buddy. Are you okay?" Chomperz weakly lifted his head and pointed to my chest. I gave a strained smile and returned him to my soulspace. When his weight settled, I felt another vibration run through me, but it ended as soon as it started. There was a new feeling to how my soul felt. It was as if Chomperz was heavier now. Holding up a hand, I stopped Sereza from shaking my shoulders and closed my eyes. The world disappeared, and I searched my soul for something different. I immediately noticed the small island situated in the middle of the lake. The ground appeared altered, with faint tracings of runes crisscrossing the area where black obsidian had been. The runes meant nothing, as far as I could tell. Despite my attempts, I couldn''t detect any flow of mana into them, and they remained unresponsive. They just existed as though they had been there forever. When I looked up, I searched for the wisps and found Chomperz'' easily. He was hanging outside the lake, low, unmoving. I felt the skill stir as I called to it, but it rotated the other way and moved. For some reason, it felt like the equivalent of Chomperz telling me to go away and let him rest. I was worried, but he seemed fine in the sense that he wasn''t in danger. I exited my soulspace and reached a hand out. Sereza pulled me up, and I dusted myself off. "Sorry about that. It''s always annoying when this happens." She scowled. "As in multiple times? What the hells, Cyrus." "I told you, strange things happen around me. Don''t need to question it further." She glared and then huffed. "Fine, but just know that was concerning. You two looked like shit when you started seizing. Had a lot of people scared." She flicked her tail behind me, and I subtly turned my head. There were indeed many people looking this way, at me specifically. A few kids looked terrified, but the adults tried their best to keep them focused on eating the food in their hands. Hopefully, some warm pastries will calm them down. Growxl approached with Yurlox and Vellisanna a step behind. "What happened?" I waved a hand dismissively. "Tried to swallow something I wasn''t meant to. Are you ready to head to the tent and discover what''s inside?" "Fine. We are ready." I nodded, waved to the two behind him, and turned to the tent. "Let''s get this over with." Making our way over, I quickly checked my soulspace for ¨¢ine''s wisp. I felt her weight inside my soul, so I knew she had gotten unsummoned, but it was good to check. She was floating along right as rain. With a mental wave goodbye, I opened my eyes and stopped before the tent flap. The darkened illusion covered the door, blocking sight beyond the flap. Sereza gave me a nervous smile, and I returned it and stepped forward, spear first. When I finally pushed past the illusion, I had to stop and look around. The tent was surprisingly small. I had expected it to be huge on the inside, but no. The only thing that caught my eye was the two portals near the back wall. One portal flickered brightly, revealing the room where Seraza and I had been grabbed. The other portal flashed dimly, displaying an empty plane adorned with bright lines painted on the ground. I stepped to the side when the others entered. "Hold up, there''s not much room." "What do you me-" Sereza started. "Oh. Huh. Not what I was expecting." "Well, I think I know how all the cultists fit inside the tent." "How?" Yurlox shouted from behind, completely invisible behind Groxl''s broad chest. "They didn''t. There''s a portal here. Five gold it leads to the other camp where they made the sacrifices." "Should we check? It''s probably best if we-" The world shook. The ground trembled. A loud screech resounded, and suddenly, a massive tentacle sprouted from the ground, sending the tent flying. I stared in awe as the tentacle split open, revealing fanged teeth lining the insides. A silent scream made the world rock as the tentacle started spewing a fountain of blood. It crashed to the ground with a silent death, and then the sky contracted. Reality itself stuttered, and some people threw up as others fell to their knees. More tentacles erupted from the ground. Like the first, they split open into terrifying, many-toothed mouths and then coughed up massive spurts of blood before crashing to the ground and shriveling up. I glanced at the sky and then raised a hand to my mouth. "Everyone to the portal!" Chapter 65: Battle Between Spaces I grabbed Sereza''s hand and tugged her to the portal. She looked back at the scramble of people rushing to the tent. I shook my head. "We have to go. If something comes out on the other side, we''ll need to be there in case." She scowled but stopped resisting. I turned to Groxl, and he nodded while picking up both of his teammates and diving through the portal before I could blink. The sight made me chuckle. My life is absolutely ridiculous nowadays. I kept a grip on Sereza''s wrist, and we dove into the portal. The instant we passed through, I found a shell of mana separating us. There was nothing I could do except let the dimensional pathway transport me. Except something went wrong. Something impacted the shell, and I found myself spinning. Head over feet, over and over, I tumbled fast enough to freeze my limbs. Another impact rocked the barrier, and this time, I caught a glimpse of what hit me. To call it a monstrosity would be an understatement. It was a bloated mass of grey flesh coated in fresh black blood. The creature released a scream that I could not hear but feel. It caused a distortion along the spatial shell, and I found my insides twisting. It looked like a scene from a horror movie, the massive creature continuously growing new appendages the moment the old ones split and died. Exiting along its surface was a blip of blinding energy that fired off beams of light that disappeared after a certain distance. Damn. Looks like I''m the only one. It flicked out another tentacle, the splitting flesh lasting long enough to extend and slam into the energy shell that kept me protected from the emptiness. I didn''t understand how the pocket dimension inside a rift worked, but none of that mattered at the moment. if I didn''t do something, I''d die. But even as I tried to think of anything I could do, nothing came to mind. Against the dimensional horror, I was a sitting duck. Another tentacle lashed out slower than before, the surface of the bloated creature turning black with rot. It was dying, failing, but it would take me down with it. Another slap against the shell resulted in a painful crack. Within the thin spiderweb of damage, a multilayered prism of light emerged, causing my eyes to instinctively squeeze shut. Another ripple caused my insides to churn, and blood dripped down my face. Give me a break, jerk! I forced my eyes open and used my hands to block the sight of the cracks. They had extended from the last impact, and I ground my teeth. The small blip of light kept a continuous salvo of beams shooting out. At least I''m letting everyone else get to safety. I just hoped that Sereza made it to the otherside. It was a shitty reward for being the sacrificial lamb. And somehow, out of all those perks of being an adopted child to a god, I was pretty sure Cal would be unable to help me. The creature roared, and this time, the tentacle that tried to reach me barely managed to scrape at my protection. The damage was light enough that all it did was spin me around a few rotations. My body didn''t get motion sickness from the rapid movement, which was nice, but there was almost no point in reorientating myself. I couldn''t move, not unless I wanted to do something drastic. And the only thing I could do was try and forcefully destroy the shell around me. Spirit Lord''s Invocation was still running; my mana had somehow kept the transformation active despite Aine getting unsummoned. If I pushed my hands to the barrier, it would be easy to absorb the spatial mana, or at least I thought so. I didn''t know the full limits to Magnus'' absorption abilities, so there was a chance that I wouldn''t be able to. The only reason I thought it was possible was because I managed to disrupt the containment circles in the camp. Fwip! I watched the creature''s tentacle coming toward me fall short of reaching the shell. Before the horror could even retract the limb, it withered and died, crumbling apart and separating from its body. When it screamed, my head exploded in agony, and I coughed up blood. My insides felt like they had been rearranged, and my lungs were on fire. Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. I forced my eyes open, ignoring the tears of pink running down my cheek. The creature''s body was a shriveled mess. Black tar poured out like a tidal wave, the pools of the stuff floating off before disintegrating among the chaotic field outside. My eyesight was good, but I wasn''t attuned to spatial energy, so seeing the chaotic whirlwind inside the blank expanse was terrifying. It was beautiful, like a twister of iridescent light that swarmed and destroyed anything it touched. I laughed then. Everything was so damn annoying. Nonstop, it felt like I was being kicked by reality itself. It was as if my soul was to be punished for a past life''s misdeeds. There was no one to blame but my own. I walked into both rifts willingly. I was responsible for my actions even if I wanted to scream to the void about how unfair it was. And when the horror released one final, silent scream, I grunted and let the damage come. A bone snapped somewhere, and more blood pooled out of my orifices. But so what? If I''m going down, I''ll do it with a scream out my lips. I extended my arms, letting the full effects of the cracks affect me. What was another headache? Another source of pain to join the rest. I growled and bellowed as I spat out more blood. My calm, rational self was gone. It had no use at the moment. I needed anger, so I let wrath take over. Bring it on! The creature extended, tearing itself away from the rotten husk that remained of its body. As it drifted closer, I saw the piece of flesh that had the blipping light. I waited, but the portal was silent. All the people had entered and escaped, or they were dead. In the end, I probably wouldn''t be alive to care. The creature drifted close enough that it elongated its body into one final tentacle. I could already see the limb begin to split and blood drain away. It grew another tendril, smaller, thinner, that wrapped around the seam and forced the split to close. Another scream and reality bent. With one last ditch effort, it whipped its body towards me, and I held out my hands and pushed into the spatial mana keeping me safe. Right as the tentacle reached within a couple of meters, the air was knocked out of my lungs, and I felt mana force itself into action. There was an explosion of pain from inside my soulspace, but then Chomperz rushed out. He reached the edge of the shell and opened his mouth. I couldn''t think, but I felt a force press down on my arms and knock them away. Somehow, I was alive, the creature having stopped only inches away. None of it made sense. The creature quivered and then became limp as it split into two. Each half crumbled to dust and drifted off into the spatial winds above. "Chomperz... Wh-what are... doing." The dragonling turned around, and I saw something strange in his eyes. There was a single red rune so tiny it was impossible to make out what it looked like in the center of his pupils. The black void made the glowing red appear in sharp contrast. He chomped the air, then turned around and placed both talons on the edge of the shell. My vision faded as there was a sudden rush of movement, and I was thrown backward. Before my consciousness went, I sensed the spatial mana reinforce and wrap itself further around my body.
My ass hit the floor, and my mind was shocked into being awake. I groaned and tried to push myself up, but my limbs refused to respond to my commands. My chest was cold, and I tried to dive into my soulspace but was rejected with another round of mental hammering that caused me to clutch my head. I let the pain ride out till the headache stopped, and I opened my eyes. They didn''t open, and I nearly freaked out till I tried again and felt my eyelid peel away. A few more tries got half my lid open, and I noticed a crusty substance had glued my eyelid closed. My fingers were the next to come back online, and I slowly inched my way to my face. By the time I managed to reach my chin, most of my hand was back to functionality, albeit very slowly. The first thing I noticed was the lack of crystal covering my face. I brushed my fingers against my shoulders and reached for above my head, but there was nothing. Spirit Lord''s Invocation was no longer active along with Magnus. I tried to shift my vision around, but I had to give up when my eyesight started to swim. "Chomperz? You there? Magnus?" I called out. No response. I groaned and slowly moved my hand to my eyes, where I helped my eyelid tear itself free from the dried blood that had sealed it shut. I am never entering another... stupid rift. Not until I tier up. The Weave can find another fool to mess things up. Without access to my soulspace, I was forced to lay there in misery. I even tried to pull up my system, but the sharp pain it caused in my chest made me stop. So, for what felt like hours, I lay on the cold ground and waited till my body slowly returned to functionality. At least the room was clean and silent. From the looks of it I was underground, judging from the stalactites jutting from the ceiling. Carefully, being sure not to get up too fast and reinjure myself, I sat up. My back hurt, but what wasn''t? Using the elegant method of crawling my way towards where I saw a stream of water, I managed to go till I reached the edge and collapsed with a groan. It took another thirty minutes to clean myself off from the amount of blood and muck covering my body. The effort was tiring, and I was still dirty in some spots but felt clean. Cleaner than I had been, at the least. I saw stairs leading up on the far side of the extended cavern, so I knew where the exit was. But I wanted to sleep. The rift could handle itself for a few hours. Of course, the moment I tried to close my eyes, something shifted inside my chest, and I felt a dull ache in my head disappear. Blinking slowly, I tried to sit up. My fingers flexed, and I tried to channel mana into my hand, but the flow felt sluggish, and my arm started to throb, so I ceased. With a grunt, I rolled over and laid my head on the ground, using the remains of my cloak as a makeshift pillow. There was only one thing left to try, but I hesitated. I knew my luck, and the chances of things being normal for once were abysmally low. However, it was better to bite the bullet and get it done with. If ripping the bandage off revealed a nice messy scar, then fine. I''ll just go to bed and let future me deal with the problem. With a long and drawn-out sigh, I queried the system, and the cavern ceiling was replaced by a line of text that floated in the air. Survive the Invasion: Days survived: 8/15
  • New Objective: End the rift. Help the goddess by freeing her priest from the ritual. This is a personal mission available to only you.
I closed my eyes and snuggled into my cloak. Truly. Fuck the rift. Chapter 66: Exploring the Unknown City I woke up a few hours later. Sleep had taken me into a world of dreams rather quickly. Strange moments of the camp raid played out in my dreamscape, but with nonsensical twists that were untrue to the real-life events. Like most dreams, the details escaped me now that I was awake, but I could distinctively recall Sereza using glitter magic instead of acid. While hilarious to envision, it was precisely the kind of nonsense one would expect in a dream. Looking around, the cavern was still empty and dark. There were torches lining the walls, but they were unlit and cold. At some point, it looked like someone had done excavation work on the far end, but that was it. The place was the same as before I took a nap. With a sad grunt, I pushed myself off the floor and got up to stretch. The vague ache in my limbs was gone, and my head was finally clear. Still, as I stood there with my arms extended, I hesitated. The restful peace I had could be taken away with a simple flex of will. But I needed to know if I had access to my skills. Being skillless in this environment would lead to my death swiftly and mercilessly. I cracked my neck and took a deep breath before closing my eyes and letting the world fall away. My mind entered the soulspace easily, and I found myself standing on the island in the middle of the lake. Mana gave off its soft pink glow, and I took it all in. The weight in my chest fell away, and I found myself breathing easier. I mentally called out to the skillwisps, waiting for a response. Resplendent Inferno was the first and fastest to appear. Zharia zipped around, and I reached out to bump the wisp. Next was Verdant Healer and then Reflective Coat of the Mirror Beast, followed by The Dead Will Provide. They came forth and joined Zharia as she hovered near me. I searched and waited, but Chomperz didn''t appear. I knew his skillwisp differed from the others, but I expected some response. Any idea where he is? I saw the wisps subtly move side to side, and I frowned. My connection to my soulspace allowed me insight into my skills. And for a skill so intrinsically connected to me, I knew Chomperz was fine, even if I felt a somewhat lethargic response when I sent a mental ping to the skill. Waving goodbye to my familiars, I was about to leave when I felt the presence of teeth clamping down near my ear. I turned around and saw Chomperz''s skillwisp lazily bobbing up and down. There was a glowing spot of bright red pulsing from inside the wisp, but he pulled away when I tried to push deeper to inspect the source. Then, he rushed at my face, causing me to float away only to turn and pause before zipping off. I smiled and exited the soulspace. At least he''s doing alright. With my connection to my mana reestablished, I let out the air I had been holding. There was no longer a reason to delay, so I made my way towards the end of the cavern where the stairs leading up were. Step by step, I was lamenting the fact that, once again, my spear was gone. I didn''t even have a backup, which was a significant oversight on my part. With only a dagger strapped to my back, this was going to be a long day. When I reached the top of the stairwell, I exited into a large, empty room with a single, familiar statue along the back wall. It finally clicked where I was. I was in the temple. It was strange to see that the temple was similar to the one in real life. If one removed the other statues dedicated to other gods and pantheons, little else changed from the past to recent times. Ysanna''s statue looked the same, the flowing water moving between the woman and her serpent guardian. And the empty cavern below made more sense. Without the dungeon, it was hard to recognize the space. That place received the most work sometime between the city''s fall and now. With a glance behind me, I walked past the statue and exited the building. Sunlight greeted my eyes, forcing me to squint. I checked the system clock and groaned. 3:48 p.m. Day 8/15 I had less than three hours before nightfall. If I had to complete the secret objective in that time, then I was screwed. Now that I was out in the open, I let my mana run wild and opened the floodgates. Zharia appeared along with Aine and Magnus. The girls flew to my shoulder, and Magnus placed his paws on my legs. I looked down with a sigh. "Magnus, you have four perfectly healthy paws. How are you going to protect me if I''m carrying you?" "But I''m small! You can hold me up like a shield," Magnus replied. Zharia glared dangerously at the cub, but I told her to cool it and bent down to grab the spirit. He comfortably relaxed in the crook of my arm and let his paws lazily hang off and to the side. If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Maybe trusting a giant, speaking crystal is not the way to do things. Erath could have at least provided me with a more energetic spirit. Magnus swatted my arm, and I stuck out a tongue, having let the last part of my thoughts slip through the soul link. He knew I was joking, and I made sure to keep the sarcasm obvious in my thought-speech. Now that I was in an unfamiliar part of the city, I had Zharia do a quick scouting mission to survey the area. Meanwhile, I began walking deeper into the city streets and headed to the largest building I saw in the distance. When Zharia returned about five minutes later, I frowned and hurried my steps. She led me around a few corners until I exited the sidestreets and found myself on the main road. It led to a large open square, spaced wide with a water fountain in the middle. What I saw coming out of the fountain made me stop and lower my head in defeat. From the white marble that was the giant fountain''s bowl, a massive stream of flowing water raged upwards and into the barrier surrounding this part of the city. I could feel mana float through the air like a wet fog. It was heavy, and the amount of power running the barrier was mind-boggling. Magnus was even alert and honed in on the fountain. Still, the fountain was the least interesting thing about the open section of the city. Lining the ground stood statues made of grey stone¡ªeach one detailed to the extreme, entirely lifelike in appearance. There were dozens of them, all of them different and unique. Some had metal plates and large swords, and others had leather armour and bows. A few were positioned in a way that looked like they were throwing spells outwards. And to top it all off, the people statues weren''t alone. Through the crowd in different states of motion were statues of cultists with their tattered robes shown in exact detail down to every rip and hole. And beyond them? Three large monsters with their teeth on full display as they opened them wide. Each tentacle spread from underneath their towering forms ended in sharp claws ready to slice flesh apart and cleave through bone. My familiars stayed quiet as we approached one of the statues. I didn''t touch it, keeping my distance by a solid foot and a half. I bent down and raised a hand, but Magnus beat me to it before I could voice my observations. "Mana, dark, invasive, feels like heavy stone," he growled. Yeah, that''s what I was afraid of. It was obvious that these weren''t statues, at least not originally. Something happened that caused these former living beings to freeze up mid-battle. And I was getting a sinking feeling in my gut telling me it had to do with the extra objective from the system. "Do you think you can absorb it, Magnus?" Magnus growled and hopped out of my arms. He slowly approached the nearest statue. It was an elven man somewhere in his late twenties with long hair swept backwards. He wore a mix of cloth and plate, in his hand, a trident of all things. He stood positioned as if he was shouting orders, his head raised high and his mouth open. He had a severe look, unafraid while determined, as he stared down the eldritch monster. Magnus circled the statue, prowling slowly as he turned his head this way and that. He stopped and sat back on his haunches when he made a third rotation. "Yes, I can absorb it. But there''s a lot of mana, too much for more." I nodded and clicked my fangs together. Out of all the statues, this guy looked like the man in charge, so it''d be a safe bet to pull this guy out of stasis. But according to Magnus, he would be the only one, and if something went wrong, the man would probably die if he wasn''t on a death timer already. I sighed and gestured to the statue. "Go ahead; be prepared to run in case something bad happens." I sent the girls into the air and had them keep back while I stayed beside Magnus. From previous examples, Magnus would be vulnerable after absorbing the mana. The sheer amount would put him in a daze. My job was to grab him and be ready to run in case something went wrong. So, I waited with an arm half stretched out and ready to reach forward and scoop the tiger cub into my arms. Magnus, on his part, was focused solely on the task before him. He stalked forward and grew his crystal shell over his fur. Slowly, he placed a single paw on the statue''s leg. The foreign mana''s assault was instantaneous. I could feel it bombard his shell and try to force its way into his pathways. Magnus grunted and continued to absorb the mana, herding it in like a raging stallion, refusing to break. I waited for the moment when he wou- There wasn''t so much a pop but a sudden spike of pressure that scraped at my skin. It was like a wave of sharp rocks flew past me, knocking me around. The feeling was more mental than physical, so I dug my foot in and remained standing. Magnus was wobbling, ready to fall over, so I grabbed him by the neck and held him to my chest. I jumped back and waited as the air around the statue began to quiver. It wasn''t like watching a spatial distortion; instead, it was as if the air was vibrating in waves that started cracking the stone material. Piece by piece, the stone started to flake away and fall to the ground. First, it was one patch near the shoulder, followed by a spiderweb of cracks on the right hip. Then, in an inevitable cascade, the stone material fell and pinged off the ground, bouncing away and crumbling into dust. Beneath the grey shell was real flesh that stood unmoving until more than half of the rock covering was gone. Then I had to turn and hold up my hand for cover quickly, and there was another spike of pressure before the rest of the former statue shattered and sent debris ricocheting into the distance. There was a grunt, and I turned around, ready to order Zharia to turn the man into ash if he attacked. The elven man looked around, confused, his motions sluggish. His eyes widened when he slowly turned his head to see the horde of statues inside the square. He turned and stopped when his gaze fell onto mine. I saw his fingers twitch, his trident dipping ever so slightly, and I tensed. Slowly, at a glacial pace, he lowered his weapon and stood tall, his face becoming serious instantly. "Are you the one who freed me from the curse?" the elven man asked, his voice deep and bassy. I nodded. "I am," He nodded in return and glanced around. "Are you able to do it again?" I frowned, thankful for the mask keeping my expressions hidden. "Magnus?" "Must discharge mana..." Magnus replied. I looked back up to the man, his eyes tearing away from the cub in my arms. His gaze was calculating, observant; I could tell he already guessed as to how I undid the curse. I shook my head, showing an ''x'' on my mask. "Not yet. That was a lot of mana." He scowled, but I couldn''t tell if it was directed at me or the situation. Gripping his spear tightly, he turned and glared at the monster in front of him before turning back my way. "Tell me your name, stranger." "Cyrus," He lowered his head into a slight bow. "My thanks, Cyrus. My name is Ventus Stalvanter. Vice commander to our lady''s guard." "And I''m a simple adventurer passing through." His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but he smiled politely and looked to the sky where the water barrier blanketed the city skyline. "Tell me, Cyrus, may I request your aid?" I''d rather you fucking didn''t. Chapter 67: An Unexpected Reunion I inwardly groaned while he stared at me. I didn''t know if I was supposed to feel the call to some grand quest, but I would prefer if I could hide in a remote corner until the rift ended. The silence stretched on, and Ventus kept his unblinking and stoic stare. It made my eye twitch. "Listen... I''m not really sur-" A low thrum sounded out, thankfully saving me from answering. It wasn''t that I wanted to say no; I didn''t like the heavy responsibility that came if I said yes. Ventus turned his head upwards, and I joined him in watching the barrier flicker. There was only a single spot where it pulsed, but it was noticeable and to the right. Ventus looked beyond the city buildings and pointed his trident towards the right street. "Over there, something impacted the barrier," I frowned. "That makes no sense," "What do you mean?" "The monsters and cultists all hide in a dimensional space during the day. At night, they become active and rampage through the city, or at least they did. I, uh, might have messed things up on that front." More severe staring ensued, and I rubbed the back of my head. "Zharia, can you go check it out? Be careful." "Yes, Master," Zharia chirped. She flew off, and we waited. ¨¢ine landed on my shoulder, and I lifted Magnus up. The poor guy was better now that the mana had settled. Strangely enough, I noticed the energy inside him had condensed. I had to double-check, but it looked like the mana condensed itself to make more room when settling into the proper spot. It was intuitive, and I was surprised I hadn''t noticed before. "Feeling okay?" Magnus mewed and continued napping. I shook my head and left him alone. There was always a chance we would need the mana he used for an attack, so I was content to let him rest. "Master! Sereza!" My eyes widened, and I turned and took off. I let Zharia''s memories briefly play in my head, and I wanted to turn around and find somewhere far away. After opening my eyes and continuing my running, I noticed Ventus running behind me like a machine, keeping pace in a stiff run as he stared me down. "There are people I know at the barrier''s edge." He nodded and picked up the pace, his movements becoming smoother as he started to gain the lead. This guy was slowing himself down for me! Aaaargh. We quickly ran through the city, having to take a left across a wide building. He''d ask for directions, and we''d move in an unseen path only he seemed to know. Before long, we neared where Zharia was hovering. She had her back turned and was talking to Sereza through the barrier. Sereza sported a couple of new holes in her jacket but was relatively okay. When she spotted us coming closer, her smile widened, and she waved excitedly. I came to a stop and grinned. "Looks like you made it out. Good." Her smile dimmed slightly, and she crossed her arms. "And you did as well. What happened? I felt the portal separate us before transporting me back to the room. Where have you been for the past few days?" I couldn''t keep the sneer from affecting my mask. I felt it change, considering how she reacted along with the crowd of people from behind her. The reminder of the eldritch asshole that tried to whack me to death was enough to get my blood boiling. "The dimensional space we were in was just some large monster''s body. For whatever reason, it singled me out and tried to kill me. I can''t explain what happened, but my familiar managed to help me escape and finish the teleport. Apparently, I lost a few days in transit." I noticed Ventus watching me from the corner of my vision, but that was fine. There wasn''t any reason to hide the details from him. Sereza''s arms uncrossed, and she grinned. "At least you''re safe. It would have been pretty bad for me if the first new felkin I met was killed before I even had the chance to tell my father." I chuckled and pointed my finger at the horde of people behind her. In the background, I saw Groxl''s towering form, looking after some kids. He waved hello before turning his attention back to the kids tugging on his hand. Sereza sighed, and her smile disappeared. "It''s been a long couple of nights, Cyrus." She pointed to the left, where I could see a row of demolished and destroyed houses. "Whatever we did to disrupt their plans caused the monsters to go crazy. The time they stay active is shortening, but they destroyed the hideout where we kept most of the people for a few days. Next was the cellar, and that finally gave way last night." The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. "So now you guys are here hoping to cross the barrier?" She nodded. "Yeah. Failing that, we make our way to the left and see if that part of the city has a place we can hide. I doubt it, but there seems to be more buildings still intact over there." I turned to Ventus, who was watching the crowd. His eyes focused on the children the most as he observed the group of people standing there, scared and worried. "Hey," I asked, and he turned towards me. "Is there a way to take down the barrier? At least temporarily?" "No, the barrier was designed to be activated and last until it''s either shut off completely, which would require at least a day to reactivate, or destroyed. And only the Captain Commander can turn it off." I frowned and looked at the crowd of people looking at us with hopeful looks. "Was the barrier meant to serve as an emergency shelter where all the civilians would evacuate to?" "Indeed." He picked up a rock and casually tossed it into the wall of raging water. The rock was crushed to bits before it even sunk through. "That was the plan, but as you could see, something went wrong, and the barrier came online faster than we expected." I really don''t want to do this, but I can''t just sit back and let everyone potentially die because I want to relax. "Fine. You may ask me for aid, whatever it is." This time, Ventus smiled. "Good, we must make our way to the Grand Hall. The Captain Commander would be the one responsible for activating the barrier early. Whatever went wrong, we can find our answers there." "Well, I guess I can sit tight till you guys come back," Sereza sighed. I didn''t want to leave; if anything, her help could prove useful, Groxl''s group as well, but there wasn''t much we could do. Unless we try to brute force our way through. "Hey Sereza? Can you get everyone but you to back away? And call Groxl over?" She raised an eyebrow but shrugged and started moving people to the side. Ventus came closer. "What is it you plan on doing?" "I need to get rid of the mana inside my familiar, Can''t try to break any more curses if we don''t; might as well see if I can stop the barrier long enough to get my friend through." He didn''t say anything, but there was an air of disapproval. I shrugged it off and waited till Sereza approached with the trio. "What''s the plan?" Groxl asked, his voice as serious as Ventus looked. I motioned to the barrier. "Going to try and create an opening for you guys to hop over. We could use your help. Don''t know what''s going to be waiting for us when we get there." He shook his head and pointed to the crowd behind him. "Can''t. Need to stay in case we have to run." Behind him, Yurlox and Velisanna looked annoyed, but they didn''t speak up. At least they follow their leader. I turned to Sereza. She snorted. "Of course, I''m joining in on the fun. What do you need me to do?" "Just stand to the side, and if it works, be prepared to run in. I doubt whatever I can do will stop the barrier for long. If it even does." I said farewell to the trio in case I didn''t see them before the night started. In reality, they were only willing to stick around for another hour before they would start heading to the otherside of the city. With everybody, hopefully, safely out of the way, I held Magnus ready. By now, he was awake and ready to fire. If I had to guess, the energy would come out breath-style and not through his claws. The data set was too small to accurately guess what kind of energy went where when it was absorbed. So far, the running theory was that energy-type attacks discharged through the mouth while physical attacks went to the claws. "Are you ready, Magnus?" I asked softly. "Yes. But I want to nap in Master''s arms after," he demanded. I laughed, drawing some looks from the crowd. "Fine, fine. Begin at will." I closed my eyes and watched Magnus'' actions through his memories sent through the link. I could feel the slow, static energy inside his chest. As I suspected, it began to move up and towards the throat. It was a lot of energy, and I could feel it take its toll on his pathways, the condensed nature having a stronger pressure despite its nature of stillness. Magnus opened his jaws, and the energy started to build more and more till it strained his throat. He discharged the mana, and I opened my eyes in time to see the attack form into a tidal wave of dark grey; it was more like air than water, but it flowed like one big wave. When it impacted the barrier, there was a flash, and I watched as the section of water stuttered and rippled. The water lit up with a subtle glow, and the direction of the flow twisted inward. The rest of the wave hit the water wall, the two mana types clashing together. The water raged and chipped at the wave, trying to disrupt the energy, but there was too much power behind the curse, and it pushed against it, halting the flow of the stream. The barrier paused, and the curse held, creating a small opening ever so slightly. The hole was small, and there wasn''t enough room for Sereza''s slim body to fit through. However, she didn''t waste time and dived into the hole. Her body poofed into a cloud of green smoke and sailed through the gap. As the last of her smoke cleared the wall, there was a flash of pressure, and the barrier thrummed. When the water touching the wave of liquid stone pulsed, the rock shattered, and the barrier tore the stone away under a deluge of a raging current. Sereza reappeared, and she chuckled. "That felt more dangerous than it looked. Was afraid I wasn''t going to make it." "I''m glad you did." "I am as well. That is a useful skill, Sereza. Are you vulnerable in that form?" Ventus interjected. "Yes, actually." Sereza pointed to the water wall. "I can get injured if I lose too much of my cloud. Hopefully, when I get to tier two, the skill will lose some of that danger, but for now, I have to be careful about when I use it. I could die if somebody blew my form apart." He nodded. "You are probably correct. I have a friend who has a similar skill but with water. When she evolved, she was able to split apart as long as she maintained thirty-five percent integrity." "Awesome," Sereza said with a smile. "So, are we ready to head out? We should probably hurry." "Indeed we are. Let us make haste. Our Lady is putting her life on the line to fight the evil cretin of a god. The sooner we can find the Captain Commander, the sooner we can help her." Somehow, I don''t think it''ll be that simple. I kept my thoughts to myself, and we set off. With a final glance at the crowd staring at our retreating forms, I pressed my lips thin. Next to Groxl, standing with one arm attached to Tilly''s hand and the other holding on to her mother''s hand, was Mayuma, standing there with a big smile as she tried to wave. Smiling, I waved back and turned my attention forward, keeping my head down. I guess some things are worth fighting for. Chapter 68: Freeing the Captain I thought Ventus would want to make a detour and try to unfreeze one of his mates, but he said no, and we continued onward towards the Grand Hall. "Are you sure?" I asked as we jogged through the city. "I am. We have little time to waste, and saving our strength for what we may find inside the hall would be best," Ventus replied, his voice utterly unaffected by the long jog. With no more questions to be asked, we spent the next ten minutes trekking through the city. It turned out that the curse affected more than just the people in the square. All around, we found citizens frozen to the spot by the curse''s stone shell. It made the city feel surreal and creepy, the kind of thing you''d look at and then turn around, never to look back. I likened it to Medusa''s garden, a landscape dotted with frozen statues of people in various states of movement and action. When we arrived, the number of statues grew to the point where we had to slow our jog to a quick walk¡ªanother five minutes passed spent having to weave through the crowd to finally approach the Grand Hall''s doors. As we pushed past the final line of people, I saw why there was a hold-up. The people nearest to the doors had tried to run away while the people behind them had tried to push inward. It created a massive traffic jam that resulted in the dense patches of people blocked together with only inches apart. And from the many-teethed wall of tentacles and thorny flesh, I could understand why. It blocked off nearly the entire entrance, the monster having frozen mid-movement. Each tentacle planted on the floor served as pillars to hold the monstrosity up. We stopped and collectively stared at the gap barely wide enough for a child to fit through. "Welp, what now? You could probably get in there, Sereza," I said. Sereza scoffed. "And get separated from you two? I''m good. Any ideas?" She had looked to where Ventus stood. His eyes were transfixed on the stone monster guarding the building''s entry. He lowered his trident and looked upwards. "I believe there is one way for us to enter. Cyrus, Sereza, please grab onto my waist." We glanced at each other and gave a questioning look before shrugging and approaching either side of Ventus. He waited till we got a firm hold on his leather belt and then raised his trident to the sky. I felt a pulse of mana slowly engulf his body, then spread like a shroud over mine. The air around us was a mirage of green light, and the shroud tightened as we shot into the sky. I held back my scream as the turbulence was almost zero, with the shroud covering our bodies. The sudden rocketing into the air shocked me, but now that I realized what Ventus was aiming for, I calmed and waited for impact. Only, the impact never came. A rush of air blasted apart the large glass window we were on collision for. With the glass shards knocked away by the blast, we entered the building and descended downwards. As far as movement abilities go, this is probably one of the coolest. What we saw below us made my shoulders tense. Frozen in mid-combat were the statues of people fighting off a horde of massive creatures. They were similar to the tentacle horrors but were bigger and meaner. Their tentacles ended in razor-sharp blades that loomed mid-air, ready to cleave through flesh and bone. We kept our silence till after we landed, Ventus using his skill to guide us to a clear spot around the center dais of the room. There was a man dressed in an attire similar to Ventus, the plate and cloth conjuring the image of a battle cleric. But where Ventus had on simple plate, mostly unadorned and smooth, the statue before us had the fanciest armour I had ever seen. I wasn''t sure, but I saw what looked like the statue of the goddess Ysanna depicted as a scene in the center of the chestplate. On his shoulders rested the great serpent companion carved with incredible detail. Yet the beauty of the armour was overshadowed by the massive hole that leaked stone blood in the lower stomach of the statue. Whatever had caused the damage failed to stop the man from placing a hand on a crystal thrumming with power similar to the barrier but on a larger scale. I could feel the mana as if it were mud, thickening the air to such a degree that it slowed my breathing. "By the hells, is that an ether crystal?" Sereza whispered in awe. I turned and glanced her way. "An ether crystal?" "Condensed mana, it is rare for such gems to exist, but our goddess helped create this. Only it would have the power to fuel the curse on so many people for so long," Ventus explained as he stared at the statue touching the crystal. "Does it not power the barrier as well?" He shook his head. "No. That has a smaller mana battery tied to the fountain. The runework on the road has a set of ambient mana collection enchantments built into it. For something like this, without the barrier, the curse would have spread across the entire city." Sereza crossed her arms. "So that means the barrier was activated first. Then something went wrong to cause who I assume is the Captain Commander to activate the curse." If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. "Indeed. I fear we are missing something. Even with these monsters here, it would not have been enough of a reason for the captain to resort to such drastic measures. Please look around; we must hurry." I sent both Zharia and ¨¢ine into the air to get a better view of things. Magnus was still resting in my arm, and I chose to let him nap since we would be needing him pretty soon. We collectively fanned out and tried to catch what we could have missed, but the more we searched, the less we found. Yes, the hall was packed with people; the majority were guards and priests caught up in a fight with the cult and its monsters. But there was nothing else besides the two towering monsters near the back of the room. When we reconvened in the middle, we had nothing to report. Not even my familiars could spot anything that would have warranted the force brought to bear. "Sorry, didn''t find anything unusual," Sereza reported. "Me neither," I added. Ventus scowled and swept his gaze over the room. He bent down and hovered his hand near the statue''s injury. It was a clean wound, all things considered. The hole was perfectly round, not jagged, and it penetrated all the way through. Where the man''s intestines should have been, there was nothing, barely an empty pocket. Then the oddity clicked, and I found myself feeling a little stupid. He''s at least tier two. There are no intestines in his stomach because he doesn''t need to eat. I found myself relaxing. If the man wasn''t nearly as injured as I thought, then ¨¢ine wouldn''t have to be in such a rush to repair life-threatening damage. Though, now that I thought about it, such an injury would not be nearly so life-threatening to the man. So why did he activate the curse? "Cyrus," Ventust said as he looked at me. "Can you undo the curse on the Captain Commander?" "Are you sure you want me to? What if something happens?" "We''ll have to be ready for anything, but we need him if we want to take the barrier down and find out what is going on." Nodding, I walked up to the captain with Magnus held up. I gently shook him and woke him from his slumber. "Magnus, it''s time. Wakey-wakey." Magnus yawned and shook his head. I could tell he wanted to continue napping, but he understood that what we needed him to do was important. Without a word, I extended my arms so Magnus could place both paws on the statue. The feedback from his thoughts through the link was chaotic. The sheer mana attached to the man was enough to potentially blow Magnus up; the ether crystal had that much power stored inside. I closed my eyes and tried my best to keep Magnus'' thoughts centered. Slowly breathing as one, even though the cub didn''t need to, I helped calm the chaotic flood to his senses. It took nearly three minutes for Magnus to separate the mana types. The curse was there, coating the man and penetrating his body to keep him in stasis, but there was also another type of mana. The ether crystal itself radiated a pure mana that dominated the space. It was so strong that it masked the curse''s mana, forcing Magnus to slowly pick his way through with his senses. "Are you okay?" Sereza asked. "Yes, just difficult to disrupt the curse. The ether crystal is getting in the way. Please let Magnus focus," I replied. Thankfully, Sereza complied, and it took another three minutes before Magnus was finally able to separate what mana was what. He wouldn''t be absorbing the ether, so he narrowed his focus and tugged on the curse''s mana. The war raged between the two, the familiar absorbing every piece he could get when he pulled. The curse resisted, trying to push in to freeze his body in stone, but the crystal along his skin redirected the mana into the receptacles inside his body. Bubbling liquid rock and static sat ready for Magnus to command, but he flopped over my arms and mentally groaned. "Hurts, too much mana," Magnus roared. "Don''t worry, we''ll fix the problem soon. Good job, buddy." I took a step back and waited. All three of us stood at the ready with my familiars up above on the lookout. Like what happened to Ventus, the stone around the man''s body began to crack and vibrate, the flakes starting to shake off. Ventus kept his eyes glued to the man whose flesh began to show from underneath the stone. The vibration in the air distorted it to the point the area around the statue was obscured. I had ¨¢ine approach slowly after finding nothing else in the vicinity react to the captain. Extending a hand, I let her rest on my palm while I help Magnus in the crook of my other arm. The process didn''t take long, and then the rest of the stone fell away and shattered. The spike of mental pressure made things difficult, but we all remained standing. Pieces fell off, and others pelted our bodies, but not fast enough to leave anything more than a bruise. Oops, I forgot about that part. Luckily, nobody glared my way as we watched the man''s body begin to slump forward. Ventus caught him before he fell, and the last of the stone casing around the man''s eyes crumbled to dust. Carefully setting him down, Ventus stood up, his hands covered in bright red blood. "¨¢ine, Close the wound if you can." She hopped off my palm and landed beside the man''s stomach. Gingerly placing her hands next to the wound, she began channeling mana into her skill, and I watched as the captain''s breathing started to even out. "V-Ventus? It''s good to see that you''re alive," the captain said, his voice deep and rough. "And I, you, friend. Such an injury must have hurt. I remember you lecturing me about such foolish mistakes," Ventus answered. The captain chuckled, his chest rising higher with each second that passed by. He slowly glanced down to ¨¢ine, who was busy concentrating healing mana into his body. "A spirit? Surprising." Ventus nodded and then gestured a hand my way. "You have him to thank for freeing the both of us. And now his spirit is helping to repair your injuries. But Callen? Why did you activate the emergency protocol? These monsters should not have posed such a threat to you and the order." The captain didn''t have a chance to answer. For what felt like the hundredth time since entering the rift, he was prevented from speaking when a rumbling shake shook the room. I was afraid for the statues, and when one figure of an elven woman topped over, I was relieved when it simply sank to the ground rather than shatter into several pieces. The rumbling ceased as quickly as it had come, and the ether crystal flared up with power, forcing us to our knees. The mana was thick like mud before, but now it felt like being drowned in an ocean, the sheer quantity pressing down on our limbs, turning them into rocks. There was another flare of power, but it was from above us this time. Zharia was knocked out of the air by the domineering mana. I dived to catch her, barely managing to push through the ether crystal''s resistance. She landed in my arms, and I held her next to Magnus, who snuggled into her side. A series of popping sounds came from above, and then the ether crystal flashed again, bringing me to one knee. It felt suffocating like the very air around me was squeezing my body. "Callen! What was that?" Ventus shouted. I watched the ceiling of the building begin to distort, the roof growing distant as if the space beneath it was expanding. ¨¢ine, who had been healing the captain despite the mana threatening to snap us in half, finally stopped and wilted. Callen caught her and cupped her in his hand gently. He stood up, his movements stable even if he favoured his left side. "That is why I had to activate the curse. They had a dimensional horror serving as their launching pods to unleash the monsters," Callen answered, his voice calm and steady. "We don''t have much time left. You, summoner!" I raised my head, struggling to move. "What?" "May I request further aid?" I groaned and let the mana push my head downward. Chapter 69: Freeing the Squad He stared at me in the same way Ventus had, and if Ventus wasn''t currently struggling to raise his head, I was sure he''d do the same. I raised my head again, this time noticing how I was struggling less than Sereza despite her being a whole tier above me. "Fine, as long as it doesn''t cost me my life. What do you need me to do?" His serious expression morphed into the brightest smile, rivaling even Teddy in pure, fulgent smiles. "Good man, felkin. I can delay the monster from breaching through, but that will require me to keep the curse active." "Why?" "I will redirect some of the mana from the crystal into a ritual. What I need from you is to free the others. Undo their curse like you did mine." Another pulse came out, and I accidentally bit my tongue from the pressure pushing me downward. My familiars whimpered, Zharia receiving the worst of it. Magnus relied on his natural ability to resist and absorb mana to alleviate some of the ether''s pressure, while ¨¢ine somehow found protection within Callen''s hand. I waited till the pressure eased and let me work my jaw before spitting out the blood. "I need to unleash the mana after he absorbs it. This will be hard on my familiar, so I can''t be too fast!" Callen nodded, walked over to where I was, and placed a hand on my shoulder. He then reached into the front of his robe and pulled something out. With a quick tug, the necklace unclapsed from around his neck, and he quickly fixed it over my head, using one hand to rehook the clasp. It was a simple thing: a thin silver chain that had a medallion on the end. I didn''t get the best look at it, but I saw the brief image of a serpent surrounding a trident with a wave of water behind it. The moment the necklace settled onto my chest, I felt a blip of mana from the necklace''s medallion. Runework lit up and then spread over my body, crawling down each limb. The runes were bright blue with an orange glow that brightened and then disappeared, fading to invisibility. I moved my arm and was surprised to see that it moved with little resistance. The pressure had faded, not entirely, but it was a significant improvement compared to before. Standing up slowly, he placed the little fairy on my shoulder, where ¨¢ine readjusted herself, seemingly fine from the ether. Then I noticed Zharia was faring much better while Magnus was wholly unbothered. Callen squeezed my shoulder while standing straight. I noticed a slight tremble in his leg. "You are a fascinating mystery, boy. Not even Ventus here could so easily withstand the ether''s effects. Thank you for agreeing to help." I glanced at Sereza, where she was genuinely trembling on the floor. She raised her head to smile at me before groaning and flopping to the ground. "Ju-just go... I''ll be fi-fine." "What about the mana I need to discharge?" I asked as I turned towards Callen. "Don''t worry about that. Whenever you need to discharge it, launch it into the circle," Callen replied. I was about to ask what circle, but instead, I shut up and nodded. Stepping back, I grabbed Zharia and held her to my chest. She returned to my soul without saying a word. Next was ¨¢ine; while her healing could be helpful, she had pulled from my mana to heal Callen''s injury. I was starting to suspect he was beyond a tier two and actually a tier three. The way he held his ground compared to Ventus spoke volumes about the kind of resiliency he had. Another major factor in that guess was how much mana ¨¢ine had used to heal him. She had used all of her own and dipped into a quarter of mine. When ¨¢ine''s weight returned to my soul, I lifted Magnus until we were at eye level. "Are you ready, big guy?" He roared. "Yes!" Callen was still watching me, so I took another step back, this time away from the others. Closing my eyes, I reached into the lake of mana inside my chest and called to it. The mana flowed unbidden like a raging rapid into my channels. When Spirit Lord''s Invocation activated, I forced my will upon the skill and kept the activation effect to a minimum. I opened my eyes, finding Callen and Ventus staring at me with curiosity, but Callen shook his head and pointed to the fallen elven woman. "Rescue Giyanni first. She can help ease the ether''s effects on your companion over there." I complied and rushed over. She was a plain woman, pretty but not someone who''d stand out in my memory. The strangest thing I noticed was that she had a pair of glasses resting on her nose. Most people don''t need glasses in Inoria, especially with evolutions fixing most minor problems. Slipping my hand underneath her head, I channeled the mana absorption skill into my hands and pulled. Magnus'' memories guided me this time, so I quickly found hold of the curse mana and pulled. My hands actively repelled the ether where they touched her body, making it easier to separate the curse mana from the overwhelming ether. I felt her curse fill the container that came with the transformation. The skill traveled into the center of my chest, joining the power already resting there, causing me to feel bloated. This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. She began to vibrate, and I held on long enough that her head didn''t immediately impact the ground after the stone skin fell away. She looked at me with a look of shock and surprise. I sighed and removed my hands before standing up and facing Callen. I didn''t need to ask where to discharge because the man was waving his hands together in large circles. Crystal-clear water trailed upwards, connected to his wrists. The water had formed an actual bubble around the twist in space. He glanced over and saw Giyanni getting up behind me. With a nudge of his chin, his directions were clear. I called to the energy inside and let it into my throat, building in power before I opened wide and shot out a wave of grey energy that the sphere of water absorbed. It mixed with the liquid stone there, dissolving and shifting the water grey. Giyanni swerved around me and slowly trudged her way through the pressure to join Ventus, who began to stand up. When she passed me, I saw her blush before she quickly looked away, leaving me confused. Huh. That was...unexpected. For the next hour, I went around the room trying to undo the curse and then fire off the energy into the ritual Callen was running. He was right about Giyanni. After joining Sereza and Ventus, she cast a barrier that helped ease the pressure. Sereza was finally able to stand for the first time in minutes. By the time I undid another two more, the crowd of people had grown to nine. I was ready to collapse, and my entire body ached. Absorbing the heavy chunks of mana took its toll after having to play tug-o-war each time I sought to absorb the curse. And my throat was starting to become raw; the constant discharge made me unable to speak. I reached the final person left as a statue, a beastkin with a jellyfish cap and jelly stingers for hair. I didn''t, and I couldn''t say a word as I slapped my hands on their chest and pulled. The curse came undone, and I stumbled backwards. Catching my breath, I raised my head and unleashed a final breath attack against the circle. By now, the barrier had turned dark grey, the once crystal clear waters opaque with some small rocks floating between the water. I felt my chest hurt and my head pound. My actions were enough, and I half-shuffled-half-walked my way over to where the freed people had congregated. A few kept their eyes on the ritual Callen was running while others glared at the two monsters still trapped in stone. Ventus reached me and held steady my tired form as I pushed my way into the barrier. Sereza joined on my other side and swung my arm onto her shoulder. Together, they dragged me into the barrier. After passing through, I summoned the chair from my inventory and sunk in with another groan, but this time one of relief. When I opened my eyes, I saw a crowd of people staring at me. I closed my eyes. "You did good work there, Cyrus. Thank you," Ventus said as he patted me on the shoulder. In response, I gave him a thumbs-up. Realizing I would need to communicate with people, I sent mana into Verdant Healer and summoned ¨¢ine. She appeared long enough to slap a hand against my throat and heal the damage from discharging the mana. She booped me on the nose and disappeared. Sereza lightly tapped my arm with her tail. "The Commander confirmed that he took down the barrier after you freed Giyanni. He didn''t want to do it, but I explained how we had an entire crowd of people waiting to find shelter. They''ll be without the safety of the barrier, but the buildings here are relatively untouched. And he confirmed that a few have underground shelters strong enough to withstand a night or two." "Good. Then I can rest," I said wearily. "Unfortunately, not for long," Ventus interjected. "Captain Callan can keep this up for another hour or two. Come nightfall, we''ll have a fight on our hands." "No rest for the wicked." "What?" Sereza asked. I shook my head. "Don''t worry about it. How much longer can we keep this barrier up? I''m fine, thanks to the necklace, but this has to be using up a lot of mana." Giyanni stepped closer, her face neutral and poised as she kept her chin straight. "Don''t worry about that. I can keep this skill up long enough for the Captain to finish the ritual." "And what is he trying to do? All I know, is that he is trying to delay the cult from breaching into this dimension." "Sadly, not even I know for sure. Ventus, what about you?" He shook his head and glanced back to the Callen. "No, the ether crystal was a top-secret subject. I only knew the basics of the emergency protocols." There was a lull to the conversation. Even the other people resting inside the barrier became silent as they watched their captain. I closed my eyes and tuned out the world, letting myself sink into my soulspace. I appeared above the island and lowered myself, sitting in the middle with my legs crossed. I sent out a mana pulse, a call inside my soul to its inhabitants. One by one, they appeared, even Chomperz. The scene was peaceful, to have the wisps of light bounce and hover around me with the two pools of mana shining their glow from above and below. The pink energy of the rift, the blue mana from my soul, was majestic, whimsical even. And in times like this, where my physical self endured beatings and ran ragged, I could appreciate the moments of true peace I could feel within my own personal world I guess I can understand why all the people in those cultivation novels would lock themselves away to meditate. I stood up and reached out a hand to each of the wisps, letting their mana signatures imprint on my mind. Everyone was different, and I recognized them all like a memory I could never forget. And no matter how much I knew these were relatively new impressions, that didn''t matter. I knew them as intimately as I knew my own soul. They were a part of me beyond the cortexes of my brain. Chomperz slowly approached, and I felt the equivalent of him knocking on my chest. I reached to touch him, but he backed off and flew away. The rest of my familiars left one by one except Magnus. I did not miss the iridescent tether connecting us together. I smirked. My familiars were telling me it was time. With one last, long inhale, I exhaled and opened my eyes. I was back in the physical world, the room dark and bland in comparison. Before getting up, I stopped to think about what kind of face I wanted to show the crowd of people no doubt stealing glances my way. I made my choice in an instant. It was funny how stupid I''d have normally felt wearing a mask to show my emotions, but the comfort was there, resting on my face without physical weight. I made the mask grin, a happy smile with three constantly spinning eyes, the irises in eternal motion. Even if I feel like an edgy little shit, it''s fun to play around with a magic mask. I tapped Ventus''s arm. He turned and cocked his head at my mask''s new expression. "Interesting choice." I stood up. "Do you think we have time to free the rest of your order, the ones in the square?" He grinned with teeth on full display. "Let us make haste." He turned to where a brown-furred catman was glaring at the towering monster statues. "Presko! New orders." Presko''s eye widened, and he jogged over. "What are we doing, Ventus?" "We are freeing the rest of my team." Chapter 70: Last Minute Preparations Presko, as it turned out, was an earth skill user, specifically on stone. Sereza joined us while the others stayed. Exiting the barrier from Giyanni was tough on everyone else, but thankfully, Presko quickly tore open a circular hole into the building''s wall. We exited into a clear area not blocked by the mob of statues. The others happily welcomed the change in environment. Their faces lightened, and their eyes showed noticeable relief. I turned to Sereza and stuck out my tongue. "Feeling better?" She glared as we began running. "I don''t know how you were doing so well even without the necklace Callen gave you." "Truly a mystery. I don''t know myself." "Dragonshit." I shrugged, and we let the conversation lull into a companionable silence. The city was the same: silent, filled with endless statues. But, somehow, it felt different. When I looked at it, I didn''t feel the same oppressiveness that was there, like I knew something was in motion that''d change all of this. Whatever the feeling was, I shelved it to the back of my thoughts as we approached the square. Nothing had changed about it, and there was a group of more than nine people in various poses ready to fight off the tentacle horrors. "Where do you want me to start?" I asked while moving closer to Ventus. He directed me to another elf. He dressed in spiky leathers and held a drawn bow in his hand. He was frozen while pulling another arrow from the quiver attached to his belt. Presko hissed at the two monsters while sliding his gaze over the square. "If our Lady leaves any of the cultists for us to clean up, I will get my revenge. They dare harm the people of our city, and for that, they will pay." His voice had real heat, his fur standing up as he spoke. Ventus walked over and clapped a hand on his shoulder. They said no words out loud, but the action was enough to calm the beastkin down. I approached the man and stood near his back. Placing both hands on his shoulder, I felt for the mana around him and pulled. The process was easy, the feeling too familiar. When the mana tried to fight back, I welcomed it and sunk my metaphysical teeth into its tendrils. The mana filling me was less than what Ventus or anyone else in the Grand Hall provided. Whatever factor determined the amount of mana absorbed, I couldn''t figure it out without asking people about their power levels. For all I knew, the amount of mana inside them could influence how much curse mana it took to maintain its effects on them. As I stepped back and joined Sereza, I felt the mana settle into my chest, and I flexed my fingers, feeling weary from the constant use of the skill. I didn''t let it show, but lethargy started sneaking up on me. Sereza bumped me in the hip and gave me a sympathetic smile. I returned it with my mask and moved on to the next person Ventus wanted. When I glanced over, Presko was already explaining the situation to the elf while gesturing to me. The archer looked over with narrowed eyes but nodded and turned away. So much for appreciation. I absorbed the girl''s mana and moved on to another. This time, it was a shorter beastkin nearly half my height. They were fish-like in their appearance and wore robes while holding onto a strange-looking rod. It took me a second, but I realized that the rod was actually a caster. She was essentially wielding a wand. After taking her mana, I struggled to stand with the energy welling up inside me. I wanted to force it down to condense it and make room, but the static energy refused to budge. It was akin to pushing on a rock, hoping to flatten it. "Ventus. I need to release what I absorbed." He walked up slowly and placed a firm hand on the robed beastkin''s arm. She tried to raise it when she broke free and screeched in alarm after realizing she couldn''t. "Alis''treela, calm yourself. There is not much time, but I will explain when we can. Alright?" Ventus said calmly, his voice even and soothing. Alis''treela, who sounded and looked strangely similar to Alish''trala, spotted Presko and the elven archer waving a hand. Visibly calming, she looked to where Sereza and I stood and then returned to Ventus. "Very well, Ventus. What do you need me to do?" Ventus gestured to me. "I need you to take his mana so he can help free the others. You still have three gems left?" She clutched protectively her right chest her hands cupping around a slight bulge. "Fine, but you''re replacing them after all this ends." "And I will¡ªIf we survive. So please, let''s hurry." Alis''treela made a weird wub wub sound and then walked over. She pulled out a small white crystal the size of her thumb. "Place your hand on this crystal and channel the mana you intend to give to the crystal. Don''t worry about pushing too much all at once; these are durable." I complied and took the crystal from her. It was weird talking to someone much shorter than me, but I ignored it in favour of removing the bloated feeling in my chest. I pushed my mana, but nothing happened. I gripped the crystal harder and tried again, but as with the first attempt, nothing happened. The mana inside my chest did not want to go into my arms. There was even a feeling of wrongness, the kind that warned you whatever you were doing, you should stop before you got hurt. I slowly lowered my hand while Alis''treela stared, waiting. "Sorry, you''re going to have to ignore what I''m about to do and not question it." Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Before she could voice her objection, I plopped the crystal into my mouth and let the foreign mana flow. The crystal worked as intended; soaked it up like a sponge. Within a dozen seconds, I spat the crystal back out and held up the now grey crystal. "Here you go," I said as I gingerly placed the crystal back into her palm while studiously ignoring the shocked expression on her face. Sereza was bending over with a hand over her mouth as she tried to stifle her laugh. Ventus put on a neutral smile and gently dragged the beastkin away. I freed the rest of Ventus'' people for the next dozen minutes. Whenever I needed to discharge the mana, Alis''treela would begrudgingly hand me the crystal I needed, all the while glaring at me from the sidelines. When all was said and done, I had to summon ¨¢ine and let her repair my severely tired body. Sereza helped me stand at one point, subtly moving her body around mine like she was congratulating me on my good work. I don''t think anybody bought it, but it was a nice gesture. I leaned on her till ¨¢ine restored my leg''s sturdiness, and I could stand on my own. Ventus approached after directing his people into formation. A few of the newly restored people used their skills to create barricades or structures that the others used. They surrounded the two monsters with their weapons and hands at the ready. "Thank you for your effort, Cyrus. We will be ready for when the curse ends," he said. "Will you not be returning to the hall to help Callen?" I asked while watching the rest of his team make adjustments to the square. He shook his head. "No, the Commander will have the rest of his squad with him. They are competent people, so I am not worried." I glanced at the night sky and frowned. The monsters should be waking up and beginning to rage any minute now. Ventus waited until I turned back to him and placed a hand on my chest. I felt mana start to coat me, and I had to suppress the reflex to absorb it. What he was doing was not an attack, and I felt his mana enter my limbs, forming around my legs. It was the flowing wind, a gentle breeze, and a strong gale. His mana tasted like sweet air that blanketed the world with its howls. I snapped from the daydream and looked at him curiously. He smiled and did the same to Sereza. When he finished activating his skill on us, he put his trident on his shoulders and stepped back. "Thank you both for your aid. I dare not demand more from you two, but I humbly ask that you return to Commander Callen. He might need your assistance, and we could use all the help we can get." Ventus gave us a small bow and then turned to join his squad. He placed himself near the middle, behind the apparent tanks of the team. I turned to Sereza. "Well, what do you say?" "I want to find where Groxl led the others. They should be holed up somewhere, but I''m only seventy percent certain I know where. However, we should probably go to the Grand Hall. I feel like the rift is about to end even though there are several days left," Sereza replied. "I know what you mean. Somehow, this feels like the finale." I then looked away and watched the last rays of the sun begin to fade. In a much quieter voice, I whispered. "I only hope the rift stays normal this time." "What?" I shook my head. "Don''t worry about it. Let''s go. I think Ventus buffed our movement speed." As it turned out, he did. The air around our bodies acted as a slipstream and helped us move without resistance pushing against us. Our steps felt lighter; each push off our heels triggered a short burst of wind that propelled us forward. It felt awkward at first, but Sereza adapted quickly, followed by me. We made it to the hall in nearly half the time it took us before." We came to a stop when we neared the hole we used to escape the room and began walking while letting our stamina recover. "That was amazing; I wish I had a movement skill like that," Sereza said. "You can already turn into a cloud of poisonous gas. I don''t want to hear complaints when I have zero movement skills," I retorted. "Hey, my skill is pretty slow and dangerous to use. That was an actual buffing skill I could use on myself and others without downsides. It''s completely different." "Meh. Still unfair to complain." "As if your several summoning skills are even remotely fair in comparison." We bantered and joked around. I knew I was starting to get a nervous feeling in my chest, and Sereza was too. The jokes helped distract from the tension, and I appreciated how easy it was to be around her. Before we came to the hole and entered the building, I stopped and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, whatever happens next, I''m glad to have met you." Sereza responded by whacking me with her tail. "That sounds like we are about to die, and frankly, I plan on living. So enough with that." Her voice contained no heat and offered me a smile beyond the faux-annoyance. I removed my hand and walked into the building. To say that it was changed would be an understatement. The other statues in the hall, the ones I ignored in favour of focusing on Callen''s people, were moved far away. A large, thickened stone wall protected them from the front and above. I saw a widened tunnel leading out the back of the building, and I understood that the people were supposed to run once things hit the fan. The rest of the hall was prepared similarly to how Ventus'' people prepared the square. They placed battlements, settled barriers and barricades, and created a death trap around the monsters if they ever moved even an inch. They even carefully moved the monster wall blocking the entrance into the hall and surrounded it with what appeared to be enchanted metal spikes. Giyanni spotted us and helped by extending her barrier slightly so we could rush in. I was fine, but Sereza nearly stumbled in the short distance between the outside and Giyanni''s barrier. "You came back. I take it Ventus is staying to guard the citizens?" Giyanni asked as she pushed up her glasses. "Yeah, he asked us to come back and see if we could be of any use," Sereza replied. Giyanni frowned and glanced to where Callen was standing, still weaving the ritual above to prevent the breach. The man did not look good, and I saw blood drip down his nose. "Is he okay?" I asked. "He''ll be fine but can only channel the ether for so long. It''s already impressive that he has held for as long as he had." There wasn''t anything we could do but wait. I welcomed the rest, but it made me feel inadequate. The other members of Callen''s squad had serious faces with grim and determined eyes focused on preparing for a battle. I couldn''t do anything, but I could possibly, potentially help. I briefly closed my eyes and opened them after confirming my idea was viable. I tapped Giyanni on the shoulder. "Hey, I have some spare food I could hand everyone, drinks included. It''s not much, but it''ll be fresh and hot, something that tastes good." Giyanni brightened, and she called over a burly human man with hands coated in what looked like liquid metal. She explained what I wanted to do, and he nodded and created a large basket made of the same iron-like material. It was surprisingly light, so it felt more like a slightly heavier wicker basket. I dumped the rest of my food-stall food into the basket. Most of them were in small paper bags or wrapped in wax paper, so their mixing together into a disgusting, clashing mess wasn''t an issue. The basket filled up, and a delicious aroma floated off the pile of food. I then summoned two large pitchers filled with different kinds of juices. Everyone passed the basket around, and someone brought out cups from somewhere. They all ate and took a moment to relax. Even those who continuously worked on things slowed their pace to enjoy the food. It wasn''t much, but it was something, and it made me feel better for contributing. Sadly, relaxation time ended soon, and then there was a loud screech off in the distance. It echoed across the walls and then faded. The monsters had finally awakened. Everyone inside the room was ready. Their weapons were out, and their armour was checked and double-checked. Finally, there was a crashing sound, and the air turned cold as Callen grunted and fell to one knee. He lowered his hands and raised his head to the sky. "It''s time." Chapter 71: Breach Invasion I scrambled to my feet and summoned Zharia, ¨¢ine, and Magnus. They appeared at once, and I stepped closer to Sereza. Together, we watched as the ceiling above began to twist and turn, the reality distortion growing with every passing second. The pressure from the ether crystal began to lighten, and the glow from the crystal itself started to dim. Giyanni removed her barrier, and we all stood, ready for anything to happen. Then we heard it, and forced us to snap our heads in the direction of the statues. The air started to vibrate, and pieces of rock began to crack. It started as a long line on the monster''s stomach until another spiderweb began around its neck. Suddenly, it broke out in an explosion of force, whipping its appendages forward. However, the monster was turned into a shredded pincushion by the razor-sharp spikes surrounding it. Callen''s people went to work the instant its flesh became vulnerable. A spear of liquid metal stabbed inward and exploded, tearing a hole through the creature''s side. From there, it was bombarded by projectiles, and some of the tentacles that managed to slip past the spikes were beaten and sliced off by weapons. However, it wasn''t completely helpless. Its body bled black ooze everywhere as it willingly ripped itself off the spikes and pushed onward. I saw the man who set up the spikes clap his hands and flare his mana but was knocked off his feet when one of the split tentacles flicked his legs. The impact sent him tumbling, with a line of blood squirting out. Another quickly replaced his spot, and they forced the creature back by conjuring what looked like a stone ram and pushed the monster backwards when it slammed against its body. "¨¢ine, go heal him," I ordered. I kept to the back with Sereza and bumped shoulders. "Any ideas on how you want this to go?" She held up her daggers, coating them in a liquid green haze. "Yeah, stay alive and together." "Sounds good." The monster wasn''t the only thing to lose their curse effects. The crowd of people had a few of them wake up in a daze only to scream loudly as they saw the fighting. Giyanni rushed over and began ordering them out of the building. It didn''t matter if they were confused and scared; having a hard time mentally would be preferable to death. And their presence here in the room made it a problem for the people fighting. Soon, the second monster joined the party, splitting Callen''s men into two. The spikes and barricades in place kept them contained and slowed, but an occasional tentacle would take out a member only for them to be replaced by another. I let ¨¢ine go around healing¡ªthe healer of the squad, a tall and very concerned-looking elf, sent over a thankful nod. Callen himself was resting in the back, having been dragged backwards by his men once the fighting started. He never took his eyes off the ceiling. When I glanced up, I saw that the space had continued to twist, but nothing had breached into the room. The people had evacuated, and by the time the first monster went down, the second was on its way. There was a brief issue of the flattened wall monster breaking out of its trap, but Callen raised a hand and sent a pressurized beam of water that sliced it into two. A quick tilt of his hand turned the two halves into pieces of four. The monster died without making a sound, its body reduced to deflating remains on the floor. That''s one hell of a skill. The beam had even continued past the monster and had cut a giant ''x'' into the wall. Callen stood up and straightened his shoulders. "Everyone! When the portal opens, I want you to do one thing and one thing only!" He finally looked away from the ceiling and swept his gaze over everyone in the room. "Eradicate anything that steps a foot into our city. For our Lady, for the Goddess Ysanna!" The room erupted in a roar of shouts, and I felt myself grinning. Callen''s presence and speech were like an energy drink to the veins. The squad members looked to their captain and then to the ceiling, their eyes wide and prepared for an opening in the breach. Then I felt it, and Magnus cried in alarm as mana rushed into him. The space around his body rotated, and then a multi-limbed cultist appeared mid-strike. Zharia, who had been watching the battle from high-up, swooped down and sent a cone of flames at the figure''s head. They deflected it with a pair of oily daggers. The blades deflected the fire to the side, and they spun around to throw a blade at the little bird. Zharia was too late to turn and dodge the blade completely, so it clipped her wing, cutting a long gash across her feathered body. Sereza was in action before I was, the sudden pain from Zharia causing me to freeze up. She sent a fan of knives the cultist''s way, and they got hit by three while the others were deflected or dodged. The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. Unfortunately, the daggers weren''t much use as they impacted the robe but failed to slow down the cultist from sliding closer. One of the slender beastkins from Callen''s squad stomped the ground, and a burst of wind sent the cultist flying. From there, projectiles tore them apart, and we sat back as they took them apart. I forced the mental connection shut as ¨¢ine was healing Zharia, and I let them both launch back into the air. My attention was on Magnus as he ran into my legs. I picked him up and let his memories flash through my mind. I opened my eyes and pointed to the wall next to Giyanni. "Another pocket space to your right," Giyanni stepped back, and one of the tanks stepped forward and activated a skill. Twisting water rose up and flowed across his body, coating his armor and weapons. His sword and shield had the same effects but in a different shade of water. My mind hurt when he stabbed his sword forward as it bent and twisted before something pushed it out. As a thick, black tentacle crashed into the metal, the man brought up his shield just in time. The water around his weapons churned and flung the tentacle off, but the man had already been forced away from the twist in space. More tentacles appeared, seven of them, and tried to wrap themselves around the man''s torso. His skill repelled the attack, and he pointed his sword at the emerging monster. The swirling water coating the weapon condensed into a sphere and rocketed forward. There was a sharp trill and then a fountain of black blood that poured out. When the monster''s body began to slip out of the dimensional space as a deflating and dying corpse, there was a pop, and the distortion faded. The man, whose name I could not remember, called out. "Everyone pair up; check your surroundings." He stopped and pointed to me. "Cyrus, right? Can you sense if there''s more in the room?" I held up Magnus, who was already searching the room with his senses. After five long seconds passed, he opened them and shook his head. "He doesn''t sense anything else." The man lowered his shield and stepped back to his previous position. The room was silent, so the cries of monsters from outside the hall were deafening. By now, the sounds of people were starting to seep through the large crowd of statues freed from their curse were beginning to wake. "Moldenna, guide the crowd away from here. We can''t afford for them to get in our way," Callen ordered. Moldenna, an elven woman in leather armour who had two casters strapped to her waist, simply nodded and rushed out of the building. Within minutes, the noises of the crowd began to die and grew distant. Callen and the others continued watching the ceiling while occasionally moving their weapons around them to check for more ambushes. "Girls, you okay? Magnus, you too." "Good." "I''ll burn them all." "Sleepy." I sighed and chuckled, drawing some glances from the others. At least my familiars were okay. There was a lull where nothing happened for more than five minutes. Everyone stood tense and at the ready for something to happen. Even Callen, with his shoulders wide and calm face, would twitch his fingers every dozen seconds. And so when reality above the ceiling expanded far enough to cover the sky, there were a few sighs of relief. It was funny to think that something that should be making them shit their pants was more relieving than the pressure of having to wait. Out dropped a flood of cultists, their bodies impacting the ground like shadowy missiles. The moment they landed, they rushed outward and pushed against the barricades set up. Mana was used so heavily that my senses couldn''t tell anything apart. The different projectiles, buffs, and debuffs caused Magnus discomfort. "Sereza!" I called out. She launched ten spectral daggers into the fray and jumped closer. "What?" Instead of responding, I raised Magnus, and he launched a beam of twisting energy that slid through the air. The air folded in and then exploded when it impacted the space beside her. Chunks of white-grey flesh and tattered cloth pelted the ground in a rain of gore. There was another popping sound; this time, a whole section of the room where Sereza had been standing revealed the furious forms of several monsters. Magnus'' attack had seriously damaged one of the horrors and a single cultist, but the others had used their tentacles as sacrifices to prevent the damage from spreading. Sereza''s eyes widened, and I flashed her a smile before Zharia flew closer. Together, we ran to the nearest cultist, and I activated Spirit Lord''s Invocation. Her body broke down, and I caught the wrists of the cultist swinging his dagger for my head. I let the flames go wild, and we lit up in golden light as the fire tornado grew from beneath our feet. The cultist was reduced to a burning pile of squelching flesh, and I let go to raise two hands. Mana flowed down my arms, and I let out two torrents of fire that overtook the monsters. Their bodies, covered in the slimy mucus, lit up in a whoosh of flames, the fire becoming an inferno as they thrashed around. One of the horrors smashed a cultist into the ground before rolling over another and letting out an angry trill. My ears rang, but that didn''t stop me from sending more flames their way. Callen''s people helped by creating obstacles in their way so they wouldn''t escape, and I kept the flames going till they were weak enough to be finished by the others. They swiftly dispatched the monsters through metal and mana. Callen approached and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Good job, Cyrus. Can I rely on you to point out more breaches?" My anger twitched, and I flared the flames around my shoulder. He pulled his hand back, and my shoulders shrugged. "I already said I''d help. Just as I have been the entire time." He nodded seriously, his undamaged hand dropped to his side. "My apologies. Thank you, then." "It''s coming," Magnus said in a low growl. I motioned to the ceiling, and Callen began activating some of his skills. Water pooled out from beneath him in a rising wave, slowly spreading across the room. Next was a torrent of water that extended upwards and across his body. I expected armour, or a weapon, but not what I saw start to form. From where a man once stood was now a growing serpent''s body. The length continued till it coiled around itself and stopped after reaching over twenty-five meters in length. It was a form made from flowing water that glowed with a bright blue light. When Callen opened his mouth, two large fangs extended down, as did a needle-like tongue. When he spoke, his voice boomed across the room. "Our lady, the Goddess Ysanna, and her companion, the Great Serpent Zoljna, fight for our city. Have faith, children of Moldrula. Tonight, we shall claim victory for her and her people!" Chapter 72: Cult Incursion A crack in space was met by Callen opening his mouth and firing off a large beam of water into the sky. Like everything involving dimensional spaces, the beam twisted, curved, and turned before reaching a stop in the distance that caused the air to vibrate. More cracks sounded out, and the world went deaf as a wave of tentacles threw themselves at the beam. The water cannon shredded and tore through, obliterating chunks of flesh with its sheer pressure. Callen shut his jaw and swerved his head out of the way just in time to dodge a giant blackened spike about the length of a quarter of his serpent body. He coiled upwards, sunk his teeth into the flesh attached, and shredded it to pieces. There was an air-shaking trill that forced everyone to their knees. I thought my head would explode, but the water that Callen had spread before transforming pulsed and splashed against my chest. There was a brief moment of relief followed by hissing as my flames were gutted. It felt wrong, and I released my transformation. Zharia appeared and kept to the air as the pain went away. Above us, the dimensional breach was in full effect, and more things began to spill out. More cultists, who had survived the time it took to land or whom someone''s skill had taken out before their robes could touch the ground, spilled out. Among them were the tree-like monsters with their spindly limbs and large claws. They dropped and shot forward like a bullet, running with their limbs dragging on the ground behind them. The entire room was a chaotic mess, and I took a step back to reassess where I could help the most. Monsters were spilling into the world in an endless stream. Mana was used, skills were activated, and the world shook with a hail of gore. Wait, no, there''s actual shaking beneath my feet. Another trill pierced the sounds of battle and drowned the world with its noise. There was no time to look up, but everyone watched in shock and horror as an even larger monster tackled Callen. Their bodies crashed into the building''s roof and continued on. Trailing behind them was a downpour of black mucus that sizzled on contact with the ground. Monsters and people alike burned when the mucus landed on their limbs¡ªthe screams of pain from the people mixed in with the trills and screeches of the monsters. "¨¢ine go," I ordered. She took off, and I kept Zharia near. Back to only having a knife was infuriating. So I reached down and grabbed the nearest cultist''s blades. It still had an oily residue on the blade, but the handles were surprisingly dry. "Zharia, burn anything that gets too close." "With pleasure!" Zharia responded. I activated Spirit Lord''s Invocation, and Magnus fused with me. For a brief second it occurred to me that I didn''t have a cooldown. The transformation took hold and I shook my head. Focus! Not wanting to waste time, I sped up the process and activated his skill. Fur grew along my armour and limbs, followed by the crystal shell that grew on top of the fur. Before my halo could form, I struck out an arm and let the dagger aiming for Sereza''s side bounce off. Grabbing the offending limb, I locked the cultist in place. She slammed her blade into the cultist''s face and activated her skill. Neon yellow acid lit up and melted the head in a burst of grey slush. She used her spectral blades the most, her skill providing enough support to the defenders of the nearest barricade to facilitate the switching out of members. I saw the healer, a human woman with dazzling purple hair dressed in full plate and battle robes, extend her arm, and a fast-moving mist expanded outward, healing wounds and cuts when they reached the squad member''s body. The mist ignored the monsters and cultists that tried to rush through the defenses. Around her, on the further reaches, ¨¢ine could be seen flying from one target to the next, healing any injury that looked threatening or posed a danger to the person''s ability to fight. I wasn''t running on full mana, but the exchange of mana used to activate and absorb energy through Magnus'' skill was efficient enough that I wasn''t worried. But if the fight kept on for long, my familiars would start to pull from my mana pool, and not even my mana regeneration would be able to keep up. Putting my head down, I focused on helping out where I could. I tried to stick near the healer. There was already somebody guarding her, but I was able to intercept a stray attack or two. The cultists loved throwing their blades. Each impact against the crystal coating my body, whether that be my head, arms, legs or even my chest, provided me with a growing pool of power waiting to be used. The fight felt like it had already been an hour long but was probably shorter than five minutes. Suddenly, another breach ripped open, and another bone-rattling trill preceded the emergence of another monster. Tattered cloth and grey tentacles rolled through, and I channeled energy down into my left hand. Before the giant cultist could fully exit the portal, I sent five kinetic slashes into the center of their chest. The cuts impacted the cloth, tearing through a shallow layer before they exploded and sent the cultist back through the portal. The tentacles were sucked back in, and I extended both arms. This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. Closing my eyes, I felt around for the mana, trying to cut through the ambient static blanketing the entire hall. Another tentacle pushed through, ready, roiling, and angry. But my senses locked onto the spatial mana making up the breach, and I pulled. The spatial mana spiraled into my palm and up my limbs to settle into my chest. There was a strange suction noise, and the breach collapsed, pulling in the tentacles that had just entered through. They lifted and struggled but were left to drop to the floor, the tips severed from the main body. My chest hurt, but I turned around and blitzed off to the next area. I felt a breach forming. Like that, running from one place to the next, I spent the next five minutes minimizing the invasion and helping the squad control the fight. Outside, the clash between the monster and Callen could be heard. They joined the chaotic fray of the monster noises around the city. The scariest part of it all, those noises were getting louder. I tried to close the breaches, but the large one in the sky released a wave of mana so powerful it used up most of Callen''s skill that had continued to protect us throughout the fight. The flow of water stuttered, and the glow began to dim. Then, a long fold tore open, the opening stretching from one end of the room to the other. A few looked at me, and I shook my head. There''s no way in hells, I''d be able to close that. There wasn''t a sudden spillage of long tentacles thicker than my body, nor did greyish limbs covered in mucus emerge. Instead, it was a long flowing cloth made of pure black. It was so dark it reminded me of the illusion over the cellar''s door. The cloth stretched out, swallowing the ground beneath the void. A few people sent skills against the fabric, but the blackness swallowed anything that managed to pierce the cloth, and the cloth repaired itself a second later. I held back, tempted to release the spatial mana I had accumulated. Something about the way the cloth felt to my senses made me hold back. So I waited, daggers in hand, ready for the next eldritch horror to crawl out the dimensional space. The cloth continued to extend till it pushed past the barricades. One of the earth-skill users tried to summon more walls from the ground, but the cloth rose and swallowed it beneath the tide. "Everyone get back! Don''t let it touch you!" The tank from earlier called out. We retreated till we were pressed to the back wall. When the tide of void cloth continued, we rushed out of the building just in time as the cloth broke through stone seeping from the cut it had opened up. Then, the cloth began to fold and condense. The long stretch of fabric formed a hole in reality at the entrance of the building. When the fabric had fully formed into a folded sphere, it shot up and twisted into a pillar that raced into the sky. We stood uselessly from afar, watching the pilar stretch and spiral like a spear that pushed past the tallest building. As it continued to stretch, a sudden wave of force knocked me to my knees. When I looked up, I saw that the barrier was no longer invisible, and it glowed with iridescent light at the point of impact where the void cloth met hardened air. The air around the pillar vibrated, and bursts of iridescent electricity began to form, causing brief flashes to light up the night sky. A hand gripped my shoulder and helped haul me to my feet. I stood up with a grunt and found Sereza looking at me with her fangs in full display as she nearly growled. "Cyrus," she said as she pointed towards the pillar. "Do your attack thing you did with the mega cultist. We can''t let the barrier break. You heard the shadow guy; the gods are fighting out there. If that fight spills into here, we''re dead for sure!" I gritted my teeth. She was right. I wanted to save the energy, but if I didn''t use it now, we could all die the moment the god noticed the barrier was down. Hells, anything could kill us. This entire rift had been one nightmare monster to the next. "I need you to pull me out in case something goes wrong," I shouted back through the noise. She wrapped her tail around my waist. "Let''s go." We ran to the pillar. I wanted to get close enough to ensure the attack hit where I wanted. There was only one shot, and I wanted to aim dead center. If I missed, there''d be no second chance, and the strange mana powering the cloth was not something I could absorb. Maybe if I was two tiers higher, even then, something about the cloth set my fur on edge. And frankly, I''m getting really tired of passing out. We approached, ignoring the shouts from the Callen''s squad, and I stopped with Sereza as far back as she could stand with her tail ready to yank me backwards. "Cyrus, Sereza!" Giyanna yelled. I looked back in time to see a black dagger plunge into her neck. I growled and ordered my familiars to help out. Zharia torched the cultist, who pulled back only to be met with a massive metal spike that pinned them to the ground. From there, another squad member cut off their head before turning back to help Giyanna stand. ¨¢ine flew over and waited until they removed the dagger before slapping her hand over the wound. Blood coated the fairy, but she ignored it and channeled her dwindling mana pool into the puncture. I didn''t have time to continue observing, so I called to the mana inside my chest. I let it bubble and crawl up my throat. The mana fought to escape, but I needed it to build up, to channel itself into one single attack, using everything I had stored in me. After three seconds, all that was left in the receptacle that held the absorbed energy was kinetic. The spatial mana causing a strain in the back of my throat fought to be released, the foreign mana itching to escape my control. Another flash of light lit up the sky, and the barrier started to form cracks. I opened my mouth and let go. My tongue licked the mana that rocketed outwards. The taste was impossible to describe. The spatial mana formed into a beam of continuous energy. It penetrated the void cloth and pushed into the spear. For the first time since the fabric appeared, damage could be seen affecting the material. It attempted to repair itself but got torn to shreds, sending scraps flying like black pixels across my vision. As the beam pushed into the sphere, the pillar of cloth sent out another energy pulse that would have knocked me onto my ass if it wasn''t for Sereza using her tail to tug me upwards. I barely managed to steady my legs when the rest of the mana inside the sphere exploded. The sphere trembled, and then it imploded. A part of the sphere was sent upwards while the other half skipped across the ground. The quick movements of the holes in space still hurt to see, but the pillar of cloth lost its rigidity and began to fall. Sereza pulled me back, and I turned as we ran. We raced out of the area and watched as more scraps began to pelt the ground before the long stretch of cloth fell on us. It hit the ground with a thump and knocked up a dust cloud. I forced my eyes away from the ground and looked towards the sky. The barrier held, glowing brightly but slowly fading. Then the light dimmed, and the barrier turned invisible. Sereza clapped a hand on my shoulder. "Fuck yeah, you did it!" I smiled, but then I pointed off to the distance. "Is that... Is that Ventus running at us with a horde of monsters?" Sereza whipped her head around, and her shoulders slumped at the sight. "Yes. Yes, it is." "Form up! Group A guards the entrance to the Grand Hall; do not let anything else exit the building! Group B rest, Group C brace for the vice captain''s entourage!" With an internal sigh, I ran back towards the squad and prepared. Chapter 73: Rift Climax (Part One) Ventus activated his movement skill and rocketed forward, outrunning a particularly nasty-looking tentacle spike. As he flew forward, he aimed his trident backwards and used another skill, this one in the form of three balls of grey wind that cut into the monster chasing him. They rotated at speeds fast enough to tear into the pale meat and send black ichor flying. He landed beside the tank and steadied himself as the rest of the squad got to work slowing down the horde. Each activation of a skill, stone barriers, metal spike traps, and water walls caused the horde to slow and trudge their way to the group. Ventus turned around and started spinning his trident. The weapon was spinning so fast that he let go, and it hovered midair. The woman who conjured up the water walls extended both hands, and a deluge of hail joined in the forming tornado that launched at the horde. The hail acted as bullets tearing holes into the eldritch horrors. I stared in awe. The smoothness of the two mana types combined to form such a deadly combination was amazing. The attack looked straight out of a ridiculous anime scene. The elf vice captain grabbed his trident, which had begun to slow in its rotation. "I led the monsters away from the rest of my squad. They''re escorting the citizens to the undamaged half of the city. After they''re done, they have orders to rush over here." "Thank you, Vice Captain. Captain Callen is over there." The tank pointed to the right, where random bits of debris and blood could be seen launching into the air. "We are defending the breach, trying to keep it contained. It was hard to see, but I caught the quick movement of a long blue tail that smashed down a long, watery serpent. You better win. I''m not doing all of this just to die to another unbeatable fucking rift. Ventus nodded grimly and raised his trident. A subtle green wind spiraled around the shaft of the weapon before he threw it like a javelin. The trident soared through the air with a low whistle that cut through the monster''s roars. It punctured into the eyes of one of the monsters and then exploded. The trident was ripped out and returned to Ventus'' ready hand. The monster who received the attack was knocked backward, with a river of blood spurting out of the exploded eye. "We hold till we can help the Captain, or we last long enough for him to help us." People nodded at his words, and Ventus smiled. "Let''s make the captain proud." I didn''t sit but placed my hands on my knees and tried to regulate my breathing. My mana channels burned with strain and overuse while my chest hurt from the constant influx of energy. When I tried to clear my throat, some pink joined my saliva, and I grinned. The sight of my own blood was becoming numb to me. In my short time in this world, I have become somebody city-boy me would never have recognized. Probably not even in my wildest dreams. Yet here I am, looking at a horde of monsters trying to squirm and crawl their way over to eat us. Old me can kiss his ass goodbye. I knew I wasn''t the only one beginning to tire. Even if the fighting hadn''t been that long, everyone had been using their skills nonstop. The healer looked ready to pass out, the first signs of mana fatigue showing in the stiffness of her fingers. The tank sported several dents along his armour, and bruises left on his skin; the healing needed not important enough to waste precious mana on. All around, the others had their own tells that showed their tiredness, and I didn''t blame them. I glanced to the hall''s entrance, where an earth user was conjuring barricades to help funnel the monsters that may come out. Zharia and ¨¢ine landed on my shoulders, and I reached a hand up to both. Zharia rubbed her head against my fingers while ¨¢ine squeezed gently. "You doing okay, girls?" "Yes. Master," ¨¢ine responded calmly. "Ready to burn them all," Zharia chirped. "Good, I think whatever happens next will be the end of this rift. Be prepared; we know things can get derailed quickly." "Yes." "Yes!" In the back of my head, Magnus gave me the impression of bashing his head against my leg, and I chuckled. "You too, Magnus. We got this." The peace didn''t last, and I felt a massive amount of spatial mana appear only a few meters away from where we stood. I raised a hand to my mouth and pointed my dagger towards the area. "Incoming! It''s big, too much to absorb." In truth, I might have been able to absorb it, but it''d leave me disabled for a solid hour. The toll would be too much on my body if my senses were correct. Whatever was forcing its way through was similar to the main breach inside the hall. It was less powerful but strong enough that it set my nerves on edge. If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. The tank grunted and joined Ventus as they approached my side. "I see it. Are we expecting a second invasion point?" I shook my head. "I''m not so sure. There''s a lot of mana, but it''s not as much as the spatial breach in the hall." Sereza pushed herself off the wall she was leaning on and approached my other side. "Cyrus, remember the first night? Something large enough to create those earthquakes?" I gritted my teeth. "Yeah, I do." "What are the odds?" "Pretty high," I sighed. Ventus kept his gaze trained on the growing spatial distortion that was forming. "Context, please." "During the first night''s rampage, something big enough to shake the earth as it rampaged through the city streets appeared but then disappeared after the second night." "I see." He struck the butt of his trident on the ground creating a loud ringing noise that drew people''s attention. "Finish the preparations to slow the monsters seeking to devour us. We got a big one incoming. When it appears, use everything you have." The wait lasted another minute while another pair of monsters from the outskirts tore through a few buildings. They screeched and launched themselves at the group but were slowed down by Ventus sweeping his trident in their direction and conjuring up a massive gust of wind that halted their momentum. From there, they were locked in place by a series of walls and spikes. The squad slayed the monsters as quickly as possible, the one melee unit of the group going in with an axe and chopping the heads off. A loud pop rang out, and the spatial distortion folded inward as a long-clawed foot crashed onto the city road. The stone cracked and shattered underneath the sheer weight of the monster, enough to cause destruction with a single step. Unfortunately for the creature, easy access to this realm wasn''t allowed. The metal-hand guy clapped his palms together, and the metal coating his hands was drawn inward. He spread his hands slowly, and the metal continued to pool and grow. More metal was conjured, and he continued to shape the liquid iron. The sphere rounded out and then extended into a rod. From there, the man moved his fingers, and the rod became a massive spike nearly the size of the man himself. The monster''s foot twitched, the long claws pressing furrows into the stone. Before it could move, the man lifted the spike and threw his arms forward. The iron spike drilled through the air and impaled the monster''s foot. A loud roar made the last of Callen''s protective buff fade, and the barrage continued. Even the people guarding the hall''s entrance turned their attention to the emerging monster. Another foot stomped down while tentacles began to slide out. They were as thick as my body and began to slither across the ground, leaving behind a disgusting trail of ashy mucus. "Zharia, let''s see if it''s flammable." Zharia flapped her wings and zoomed towards the distortion. I directed her to where the mana was the thinnest, and she approached the wide trail of goop leading to the monster''s foot. She sent a torrent of flames onto the ground, the golden flames lighting up the night with its splendor. When the flames hit the slime, there was a flare of light as it started to burn, trailing dimmer orange flames across the ground. It raced up the titan''s foot, and the monster roared, but I clenched my fist. The fire burned the mucus, but the flames were struggling to stay lit, the mucus somehow sucking away the heat and forcing the fire to run out of fuel quicker than it should have. Zharia poured more mana into the stream of flames, directing it towards the foot. The flames caught and spread upwards, the distortion making the fire look like it curved midair before disappearing. "Let me help, young spirit," Ventus said calmly. He raised his trident and grabbed it with both hands. I felt mana build at the tip and then expand outwards. He moved it in an arc and swept it forward. A gale of wind rushed forward and stroked the flames higher. The torrent of golden flames was pulled away from Zharia''s control, and she squawked as she flapped hard not to be sucked inward. Ventus adjusted his grip on his trident, and the air stopped pulling on her body. The monster roared again, but the sound was drowned out by the flames erupting along the monster''s body, turning the night to day. Throughout the roars, my body absorbed the damage from the sound waves, and I felt it join the rest of the kinetic energy pooling inside my chest. I formed my hand into a claw and sliced downward. Five lines of energy appeared and cut into the monster''s ankle. Sadly, the damage was minimal as it failed to penetrate deep and only made shallow wounds relative to the monster''s size. I tisked and lowered my hand. The thing was too strong, the difference in tiers being too far for me to affect it. More tentacles spilled out, and another weaker roar caused rocks and dust to fly. Ventus kept most of the projectiles away from us, but a few pelted my side where the crystal was absent and caused me to wince. Even standing next to the thing is becoming dangerous. It''s not even out of the dimensional space! The rest of the squad continued pouring attack after attack, aiming upwards and sending the skills through the breach. The iron spike guy started forming thinner javelins long enough to puncture through the meaty muscles of the legs. Sereza growled. "Fuck, I feel useless." "I don''t think the rift is playing fair," I replied. A large clawed hand joined the two large feet and started to extend outward. The earth and ice user worked together to form a mold around the limb while the iron-spike guy grunted and fell to one knee. He was conjuring another person-sized spike, but his movements were slow. He was already deep into mana fatigue. If he continued after sending the spike, he''d definitely go into mana-shock. He created the spike and sent it spiraling towards the monster''s hand. Only, at the last moment, he twitched and coughed, causing the spike to veer off and impale the side of the monster''s hand. The monster reacted by pulling its hand away, causing a massive wound to open up. Another roar sounded out, and I clamped my hands over my ears. Giyanni summoned her barrier, and the vibrations lessened. "What do we do, Ventus? We can''t stop it." Ventus gripped his trident tightly and grimaced. "We hold on, that''s all we can do." He stuck his weapon outside the barrier and sent another trio of grey air balls at the monster''s fingers, causing more blood black-tar blood to join the ground. Zharia landed back on my shoulder and chirped angrily. No words were said, but I understood what she meant. The whole situation was frustrating, and even my bloodlust was simmering low, the tension and stress clawing deeply, taking its toll. More tentacles started to spill through, and then the breach shuddered. Reality split into three halves for just a moment¡ªthe expanse where the dimensional space was hurt the eyes of everyone who looked towards the monster. It was a disgusting thing that looked like it belonged in the world''s deepest trenches. Tearing open the breach, the clawed hands gave way to more tentacles that squirmed like angry snakes. The flesh was slimy, mucus-covered, and tinged a sickly green-grey. The head of the creature was hard to make out under the sheer quantity of protrusions and bulbous growths. I found myself holding my breath. The thing was straight up a Cthulhulian monster. Chapter 74: Rift Climax Part 2 The spatial mana around the monster was strong enough to prick at my skin. Mana-sense wise, it was as if someone had stuffed something right up my nose, leaving little room for other scents to filter through. "Everyone retreat!" Ventus yelled. He sent six twister orbs into the monster''s legs, but several tentacles lashed out and blocked the attacks. Three orbs managed to drill through, but the damage was minimal when it encountered the legs. When they exploded, the cuts on the monster''s flesh barely widened. Sereza tugged me backwards, and we ran off toward the guild hall. It may not have been the wisest decision, but there was an exit on the other side of the building. If we had to run, we could use the building as cover while we escaped to a different part of the city. Before we could make it a few meters, something heavy crashed from the sky, sending us tumbling through the air. My familiars called out, but I didn''t have time to look as whatever hit the earth was sent backwards into the legs of the newly emerging monster. I turned and saw glowing water flowing upwards into a serpentine body, beginning to recover. Wrapping around the giant''s legs, it began to coil upwards. The monster attempted to grab the serpent, but the spinning torrent comprising Callen''s body rebuffed its fingers. More tentacles snaked around, ready to bury Callen under a veritable tide of mucus-covered flesh, only for him to open his jaws and send out a beam of water that tore a hole through the titan''s face. The titan reacted by clamping its hand onto Callen''s head and forcing his head downwards and away. The beam continued cutting a line through its shoulder, nearly severing its right arm before Callen closed his mouth. The titan''s body was a mess. A waterfall of black ichor cascaded out of the massive injury. Several tentacles along its body lashed angrily in the air, some smacking into other tentacles. It was chaos. Ventus didn''t give me any more time to stare in awe at the battle of giants; he reached down and wrapped his arm around both Sereza''s and mine. He pointed his trident toward the hall entrance and activated his movement skill, sending us flying forward in a surge of roaring wind. We sailed over the earthen barricades and barely avoided the metal spikes lining the upper edge. His skill stopped when we passed the double doors, and we crashed into the ground. The wind torrent cushioned most of the damage, but my breath was knocked out of my lungs as my chest hit the floor. Ugh-hack! Fuck. Ugh-hack, More wet coughing spilled out, and I didn''t have the energy to glare. I raised my head and turned towards the entrance where the rest of the squad was swarming in, the background behind them looking like a warzone as stone and wood shrapnel rained down. Callen''s body briefly appeared, crashing into another building before he retaliated by wrapping his tail around a fallen tree and whipping it at the titan. The tree impaled the titan on the lower side, but the monster ignored the pain if it ever felt any at this point, and ripped it out. He returned the large projectile with enough force to turn the tree into shrapnel as it failed to hit the captain. By the time the rest of the squad entered, more than a few were injured by being caught in the crossfire. I knew the healer was exhausted, so I told ¨¢ine to go ahead and start healing any of the injuries that looked dangerous. I tried to stand up, but my leg was shaky. Thankfully, Ventus reached down, hooked his hand under my armpit, and hauled me up. With a thankful nod, I turned towards the crowd and raised my voice. "¨¢ine is coming around to heal you, dangerous injuries only. If you can pull out anything lodged in the wound, it''d make the healer easier and cut down the cost on mana." "Listen to what he says. Do not delay!" Ventus shouted. I turned to him. "Thank you." He shook his head. "No, thank you. Natalia is running low. With this, we can prevent mana fatigue from worsening." "Don''t worry about it. I''d be dead without you guys, so there''s no point in hoarding my mana when I can use it more effectively elsewhere." He looked ready to say something else, but instead, he shook his head and walked away, ordering his people to begin reinforcing the entrance. I looked around and checked the breach. It was still there; the mana radiating off the ceiling was lesser than the breach outside. Maybe there''s nothing left to power it. I lowered my head and saw Sereza bandaging a jagged cut on her arm. I frowned. "When did that happen?" Sereza grunted. "After we fell. Something small, probably a stone or something, cut into my right side. Here, look." She turned and raised her arm, showing a jagged rip into her leather jacket. "Luckily, it only hit my arm." "Yeah. I can have ¨¢ine heal that up if you need. My mana regeneration is high enough. It shouldn''t be too much of a problem." She stopped bandaging her arm and stared. After a long pause, she shook her head and continued. "Nah, it hurts, but my arm is functional. And seriously, how much mana does your fairy have? Aren''t summons based off a portion of your mana pool? She should be empty by now." "Eh. She is, but she''s pulling from my own. And I can afford to supply it." "And he says my skills are unfair," she whispered. "What?" "Nothing." I chuckled and was about to quip back when Zharia squawked in alarm. She quickly pecked at my ear, and I turned to see what she saw. At the front of the entrance, another darker form filled the entrance view. A few people looking outside didn''t react. Fuck! They can''t see in the dark. "Incoming! Back away from th-" A loud roar drowned out my words. It was deep and rumbly, with a second higher-pitched squeal blending in. Somebody raised a hand and shot a pale-blue orb that zipped out the door. The behemoth monster ignored it as it flew behind it. The ball exploded, transforming the night sky into muted daylight. As the dark no longer concealed the monster''s body, it revealed its full form, prompting some alarmed shouts. The monster pushed its head closer and snapped at the nearest barricade, reducing it to rubble. I clenched my fist and began backing up. The monster''s long body started to slide closer. Its tentacles ended in serrated teeth that cut sharp lines into the stone of the building''s steps. It opened its jaws wider, and a black haze started to build in its mouth. Ventust swung his trident forward, and the wind he created pushed the gas backwards. The monster was unfazed and started spewing out more of the stuff to combat the wind. Tentacles swung forward and nearly clipped one of the squadmates. A quick barrage of metal spikes pinned the tentacle to the ground, preventing the beastkin from being torn into. Ventus got into a throwing stance this time and activated a different skill. He poured enough mana to disrupt the blanket that the spatial mana cast over the room. He launched the trident, and it sailed through the air unimpeded as it aimed for the monster''s open mouth. The black haze seemed to rise to the monster''s commands, and it condensed before its jaws, meeting the thrown weapon in a clash of mana. The green wind unravelled, and the black haze started to flutter. Another flare from the monster caused the trident to detonate its charge, and the weapon boomeranged back into Ventus'' hands. With the explosion so close to the monster''s face, its head rocked backwards, causing the tentacles encroaching the entrance to freeze and dig in to keep the monster stable. "Prepare to retreat to the exit. Those with crowd control, slow down the monster!" Ventus ordered. Ventus kept his mana channeled into whatever skill allowed him to conjure the wall of wind. He stood still as the rest of the squad began to retreat to the far side where the hole made for the civilians'' escape stood open. Several tall earth walls began rising up, and a field of ice formed on the ground before it. I doubted it''d be much use stopping the thing, but anything was better than nothing. The monster shook its head and roared again. More tentacles slapped the ground, and the monster must have been angry because a tremor shook beneath our feet. One person slipped, and the tank was there, his sword stabbing into the approaching limb. He bashed away another with his shield and threw the person backwards. The healer caught him and began dragging him to his feet. Another tremor caused cracks to appear, but it wasn''t from the monster. A torrent of water caught the monster''s head and yanked it backwards. Callen was there, his mouth clamped down on the monster''s own. He used his tail to pick up the large iron spike that became dislodged after the initial clash with the titan. Callen''s body propelled the spike up and shot it into the monster''s eye. It roared and curled around the captain, sending the two into a death roll. Their wrestling for dominance caused the stairs to crack and split open while the building''s walls began to fall inward. A beam of water shot out of Callen''s mouth, but the monster used the multiple tentacles along its body to slice into Callen''s form. The beam cut off, and his head wavered before it reshaped itself. I wasn''t sure how Callen''s transformation skill worked, but that must have chipped away a decent chunk of mana. If the captain ran out of mana, the fight would become less ''kaiju fight'' and more ''David vs. Goliath.'' To make it worse, and to everyone else''s horror inside the hall, the titan from before came charging at the two. Its lumbering footfalls created an earthquake with each step. The snake titan rolled in a way that exposed Callen''s side, and the bipedal titan used both clawed hands to slice through his body. Callen shuddered, and the water around his body exploded outward, sending both titans flying. His body reformed, but it was noticeably smaller than before. Callen slid slowly, his body coiling beneath him as the two titans approached. "By the gods... The captain is losing..." I wasn''t sure who said that, but I agreed. There was no way anyone tier-two and below was supposed to survive something like this. But if a pink rift pushed a tier-one into producing tier-two champions, then a tier-two rift could easily spawn tier-three monsters. If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. My attention shifted away from the fight when I heard a series of popping sounds echoing from the ceiling and briefly looked up, only to turn away. Reality was splitting again; this time, I saw more than just distorted space. Behind the cracks of fractured reality was the void and its ever-consuming nothingness. Now that I was more mana sensitive, I felt the void like a black hole sucking all the mana from the room. The mana disappeared once it entered the void, and I could feel nothing from within it. I glanced back at the epic fight outside the double doors and growled. A flare of energy flowed over my body. Beside me, Sereza groaned, and Ventus stumbled forward. A few others whined until I saw Giyanni''s barrier pop into place, protecting most of the squad. Turning to where I felt the flare appear, I found the ether crystal on the floor. The mana inside activated as the crystal glowed bright pink. I glanced from the crystal to outside and back to the crystal. "Ventus," I said. "What, Cyrus?" Ventust asked as he struggled to stand. Giyannia moved closer, with everyone else crowding together as she slowly collected the rest of the squad. She ignored where I stood since I was nearest to the crystal and unbothered by its effects. Sereza looked at me with concern as she stood next to Ventus. "Cyrus?" I pointed towards the fracturing of reality above us. "If that swallows you, it''ll send you hurtling through the void where you''ll come out the other side a broken, bleeding mess. Whatever happens, we need to end this rift before reality becomes undone. We can''t afford that, not here." "Rift? What rift?" Ventus chimed in. Sorry, buddy. It doesn''t matter if you somehow awaken. "What would happen if the ether crystal was to break?" "It''d stop working?" Ventus frowned and crossed his arms. "It''d blow up. The crystal shell is the container and conduit, but the energy stored inside would be enough to destroy this entire building and the surrounding area." At this, I grinned. "Good. Then, I can absorb the spatial mana here and use it to blow up the crystal. We just need to get me close enough to deliver the payload." Sereza crossed her arms. "This is a lot of mana; you''d cripple yourself." "I can recover. I always do." Another beam of water hit the building. This time, it sliced downwards. People threw up hasty barriers and barely blocked the water from breaking through. When the beam stopped, there was a loud creaking sound followed by the left door falling to the ground. The people who had blocked the attack slumped forward; their mana drained low. Everybody was experiencing some level of mana fatigue. "It doesn''t matter what happens after we finish. Just try to make sure I don''t die." I reached down and picked up the crystal. In my hand, I felt it erode the mana around my arm, and I gritted my teeth. The buzzing shifted to angry ants skittering frantically up and down my limb. I tucked it into the pouch on my waist, the crystal too big to fit, but it would do for now. Ventus uncrossed his arms and reached to place a hand on my shoulder. I tensed up, expecting him to say no, but instead, he stared me directly in the eyes. I couldn''t tell what expression he was making, his face entirely neutral. After another three seconds, he removed his hand and smiled. "Very well, Cyrus. I am not in a position to turn down help for our city and its people. What do you need me to do?" I smiled back. "Let me absorb the energy and help me explode the crystal. It''d be great if you could ensure I''m out of the blast radius when the thing goes off." I glanced at Sereza, but she kept her face emotionless and resheathed her daggers. "If we survive this, I promise to buy you a drink." "I''ll hold you to it." Ventus had one of the squad members raise a couple of platforms I could use to get closer to the ceiling. The poor man looked ready to pass out but complied without complaint. After he raised five platforms, I hopped on up and flexed my claws. Standing this close to the dimensional breach was an interesting feeling. It was hot and cold, and the sight made my stomach twist. To look at the void hurt my eyes, so I kept them closed. ¨¢ine joined Zharia on my shoulders, and I pulled them both in for a hug. I lightly pressed them to my chest and returned them to my soulspace. I gave Sereza a quick thumbs-up and turned away before I could see her reaction. This feels stupid, but what isn''t at this point? If I wanted to avoid being dumb, I''d have turned around and walked away the moment I saw the pink portal. I reached both hands upwards and into the breach. In my vision, I saw them bend and turn in three different directions. It didn''t hurt, but it made my arms feel disconnected. I let that feeling encompass my thoughts and reached a mental hand out, allowing the mana to wash over it. Each wave, every pulse, helped me get a grasp on the breach and all the different energies mixed in. Letting my senses hone in on the spatial mana and not the void energy took a while. Longer than I wanted to waste when the tremors of Callen''s fight could be felt even on top of these platforms. I pulled and let the mana sink into my bones. It pushed through the crystal and into the fur. It travelled downwards till it reached bone, and I felt my arms vibrate. Biting down on my lip, I forced the energy to direct itself into the channels dedicated to absorbing energy. When the energy started to fill the receptacle inside my chest, I watched as it began to fill more and more. By the halfway point, I started to worry since the flow hadn''t lessened in the slightest. Once I approached the final ten percent, I started to feel full. The spatial mana continued to pour in, and I felt heavy. "Magnus, we have to condense it." I received a vague image of him placing his paw on the container holding the mana, and then I felt the mana squeeze. The process was uncomfortable; some of the mana escaped my throat, and I coughed. A mist of twisting clear energy littered with random specks of light exited my mouth and was immediately sucked upwards into the void above. I shut my jaw and tried again, trying my best to stem the flow long enough for Magnus to make room. My arms started to tremble, and I saw the damage the mana left behind as it flowed up my arms. More mana started coming in, and I tried to instinctively pull away this time, only to find my hands stuck. It was like molasses, and I moved inch by inch. The influx of mana never ceased, and I divided my attention, one half attempting to free my arms while the other half worked to condense the mana as quickly as possible. Just when I thought I was about to explode, a loud pop rang out, throwing my hands free. I stumbled and windmilled my arms. As I was about to fall off the platform, the person who raised the earthen steps held out a hand, and another smaller platform appeared behind me. With my balance regained, I slumped forward and looked up. More pieces of reality had succumbed to the void, and the glaring nothingness began to spread slowly. No matter what happens now, we can''t afford to stay here. I made my way to the platform''s edge and slowly dropped down. My insides burned, and I felt a cold numbness weigh down my body. It was funny to think that mana made me cold, but my body reacted by acting as if my mana channels were on fire. Two different kinds of agony surged at the same time. Ventus helped me down the last step, and he nodded grimly as we made our way to the entrance. Sereza waved from where she stood, and I waved back before Ventus directed me to the side where the door had fallen off. More cracks were spreading from the damage Callen had done, but I ignored that and focused on the utter destruction of the city before us. The buildings were demolished and wrecked things for several blocks. Fallen debris was everywhere, and large craters littered the road. "Let''s go," Ventus said. He hooked an arm around my waist and activated his movement skill. The shroud of wind covered our bodies, and we took off, corkscrewing closer to the titans. We landed, and he helped keep me on his feet, the disturbance having caused me to nearly retch. He didn''t wait for me to compose myself and activated his skill for the second time. We flew straight and upwards, landing on a half-destroyed manor with several chunks ripped away. A large footprint indented the ground, giving us a vague idea of what had happened. Callen and the titans chased after each other, Callen expertly dodging attack after attack while flinging more pieces of the city like cannon fire. Yet, despite his efforts, the fight was a two-on-one, and he was too slow to dodge the bipedal titan from stomping its clawed foot through his tail. His form wavered and exploded, sending the titan reeling. The serpent, once twenty-five meters long, had shrunk to approximately seventeen meters. He wasn''t the only one who had suffered damage. Callen must have focused on the bipedal titan''s injuries because half of its skull was missing. The monster had wrapped its tentacles around its head to prevent its brain from leaking out. Sporting several injuries, the snake titan had several of its appendages missing, while an elongated hole openly bled black ichor onto the ruined street. I held the ether crystal in my arms and tried to keep it away from Ventus, who was struggling to stand so close. "Ventus. What now?" "We already sent a message to him, so he should know we are trying to do something. But I''m not sure how to get the crystal close." We watched together as the two clashed with Callen once more. A small building was used like an arrow and thrown with the full might of the bipedal titan. Anytime Callen tried to swerve and dodge, the snake titan followed him, matching his movements and preventing him from leaving. Throughout it all, a swarm of tentacles lashed out, each one aiming to cut into the captain''s body. I was hoping that Ventus could use his skills to send the crystal forward, but with the chaos, there was no way he could deliver the crystal through that mess. A sharp pain in my chest caused me to fall to one knee. I looked inside, and the energy within was hammering away at the container. There was a hairline crack near the bottom, and I wanted to groan. I have to finish this now. I won''t survive this if I don''t." "How long can you keep us in the air?" Ventus gripped his trident with white knuckles. "I''m running low on mana, so I have enough to keep us moving for ten seconds." "A sharp pain shot through me, followed by a crack on the opposite side. I pointed above Callen, grunting, "Let''s go, there¡ª" My words broke into a cough, blood staining my lips as another fracture formed. ''We''re running out of time." I grabbed onto Ventus'' belt and used it to help me to my feet. He extended his trident forward and sent the remaining mana left in his pool into the shroud around us. We took off, and I kept my eyes trained on Callen''s serpent head weaving through buildings. Nine seconds. Callen swerved to the right and cut a corner. He steamrolled over a small boutique, ignoring the large rock thrown after him. Eight seconds. Three more cracks appeared as the snake titan sent out a wave of black fog. The attack corroded away everything in its path, whether it be stone, wood, or metal. Seven Seconds. Ventus directed us upward and shifted us slightly left. His skin paled, and I could feel his chest stiffen. Six seconds. Callen responded by wrapping his tail around a leafy tree and using it as a fan to push against the fog. Five Seconds. Nine cracks appeared inside my chest, and I ignored the fistful of blood trailing behind us. Four Seconds. We were directly above where the two titans were converging on Callen. Callen was coiling up his serpent body, gathering it underneath him. Three Seconds. I launched the ether crystal downward and watched as Ventus exerted a last-second spurt of mana to spike the crystal with a gust of wind. Two Seconds. I opened my mouth and opened the pressure cooker that was inside my chest. The condensed spatial mana rose into my throat. As the mana rushed outward, the container trembled, and the entire front side turned into a spiderweb of broken lines. One Second. Callen twisted his head and launched himself backwards, away from the titans. His tail served as a spring to fire him into the air. The titans lunged for him, one with its hands and the other with its jaws. The energy inside my mouth broke from my control and turned into a beam so condensed that it cut through the remnant ether left behind the crystal''s wake. Zero The ether crystal was next to the bipedal titan''s head when the beam hit the crystal. For a moment, everything around the crystal froze, including both titans. Callen managed to get half his body away, but the back half dragged him to the ground. As Ventus kept us sailing across the sky to land on a nearby roof, I watched as Callen''s body lost its glow and shot his human form into the ruins of what looked like an inn. His body was the last thing I saw before the ether crystal exploded. The shockwave disrupted Ventus'' skill, and we tumbled through the air, just short of the roof''s edge. There was the sound of what I could only describe as thunder shaking my eardrums and causing them to rattle the crystal shell covering my head. For a moment, the blastwave suspended our bodies in midair, and then a force grabbed them and tried to pull us toward the explosion. We fell about five meters before Ventus hooked his trident into a window. My body rattled, and I felt my neck threaten to snap. His trident broke the wood as it came free. Ventus quickly planted his trident into another window before we fell even further, and he tightened his grip on my waist. As we dangled several meters above the ground, air suction pulled us like a kite on a string. The place where the titans had been was now a fractured collage of images that made my eyes bleed. The void grew and expanded outwards, all of reality being swallowed whole. It''s just like before. The force tugging us in grew stronger, and the street splintered into five as lines of nothingness raced across the ground. "Ventus!" I shouted through the high-pitched thrumming, my vocal cords barely functioning after the attack. "What!" He yelled back. "I''m sorry!" He had enough strength left to look down and meet my eyes. He had on a ferocious grin, showing more emotion than I had ever seen the man show before. "Don''t be, Cyrus! You did what what you could. Even if we go down, the others can escape!" I shook my head. "I''m sorry. You don''t understand. I''ll probably survive, but you won''t." His smile never left his face. "What comes shall come. Lady Ysanna shall guide my soul when this body succumbs." I laughed at that. Even if my sides hurt, I laughed at how insane his conviction was, even till the end. It didn''t matter if the world was crumbling beneath our feet. It was inspiring and insane, making the incoming pain worth it. The pressure increased, and his trident was ripped from his hands. Before we started falling, I summoned the last of my strength and pushed Ventus into the window. The last thing he saw was my mask, giving it the widest smile it could show. "Cyrus!" Now that''s too damn familiar. I mentally chuckled, my lungs finally giving out, and I felt blood fill my throat. As I began to fall, I undid the Reflective Coat of the Mirrored Beast. Magnus appeared, and I hugged him and forced him into my soulspace. I felt rejection and worry, but I cut off the link, silencing the thoughtspeech. His weight settled in my soulspace, and I spread my arms wide as I fell to the void chasm beneath me. When I closed my eyes, I let the world fall away as I couldn''t help but involuntarily tense up, ready for pain to come. "Oh no, you don''t! As if I would let the mortal who destroyed my city and saved my people escape so easily." The voice was feminine, and I heard a scoff followed by a deep chuckle from beside it. I tried to open my eyes, but then I found myself being pulled somewhere else, and my consciousness slipped away for the millionth time since coming to this world. Epilogue Part One: Chit Chat With a Goddess A surge of cold water splashed my face, and I bolted to my feet, coughing up the cups worth that had gotten into my mouth. I heard some laughter from a few feet away, followed by something large moving behind it. I coughed up some more water and got the last of it before I banged my fist on the floor. The laughter had stopped, and all I could hear was running water. Slowly, I panned my head up and found myself standing in the middle of the sea. Water as far as I could see from one end of the world to the other. It was a continuous ocean of moving waves, leaving only the large platform I was standing on alone. "So, what do you think? I find the waves calming, myself." I tore myself away from the swimming fish I saw underneath the waves and looked up. Standing before me was a woman about my height dressed in a bright orange robe with a simple white shirt underneath. Her blue skirt floated casually amongst the waves, somehow remaining dry as the water splashed against it. And behind her, with its body weaving in and out of the ocean''s waters, was a giant sea serpent with equally bright scales reflecting the sunlight shining down. The great serpent opened its mouth, and a distinctly female voice rumbled in my head. "Perhaps we should not splash the little hero. It would be a rude reward from a goddess." The woman sighed and put her hands on her hips. "But he wouldn''t wake up. I thought being a goddess meant mortals would be all super respectful. Last I checked, sleeping in front of a god is not that." "While I agree. Given the circumst-" "Listen, I really don''t care about god this or goddess that right now. If you''re who I think you are, thanks for saving me, but uh, I don''t understand why I''m here. Is the siege over?" I asked, my voice tired as I still felt drained emotionally and mentally. I almost said ''rift,'' but I realized that telling a goddess she was a riftborn could complicate a lot of things. And as suicidal as I could sometimes act, pissing off a goddess that way would mean certain death. Still, I felt my anger bleeding through; my mental cage to keep the thoughts tame, not at its strongest. I was ready for pain and misery, not waking up to be splashed in the face under a small deluge of water. And now that I was standing in this weird realm faced against two divine figures talking about me like I wasn''t in front of them? I just wanted to rest. I summoned my chair from my inventory, half surprised that it worked. I placed it on the invisible barrier beneath my feet and collapsed as I sat down. It took everything I had not to groan. "Well, now. If we''re that tired, I can join you in sitting. Standing and talking to people is too stifling," Ysanna said. She came closer, parting the waves lapping at her robes, and stepped onto the invisible platform. Behind her, the serpent dipped beneath the waves and reappeared only a few meters away, her body coiling together. When Ysanna stopped, she sat down, and a small water throne rose beneath her. It hardened into a coral chair decorated with bright, colourful seashells. A carved motif rested on the chair''s back in a perfect replica of Zolnja beside her. Now that she was sitting, I finally got a good look at her. Her skin was dark, not tanned, but dark. Her hair was black, and it shined almost blue when the rays of sunlight hit it just right. She had on light makeup, and when I looked into her eyes, I found the blue slits staring right back. A churning ocean with titanic waves clashing together. The sky roared its lightning, a battle cry against the deep waters. An island of calm sat in the middle, where the waters whirled into a deep pool that threatened to drown any that came near. Untouched, a ship in safe harbour. It was a promise of peace to those whom the ocean loved. And for those that sought to anger the slumbering typhoon would find themselves food, the Blue-eyed serpent swimming underneath the waves. I shut my eyes and looked away, a faint pounding in my head. Uggghh. Not what I needed right now. When I opened my eyes again, it was to the sight of the goddess leaning in only a couple of inches away. "Uhm, hello there, Lady Ysanna. Is there something you want?" "Take off the mask. It shouldn''t be working in here, but it''s blocking my senses from penetrating through," she ordered. I cocked my head and raised a hand to my face. Sure enough, the mask was there. Then, how did the water get through? I tried to will the mask to harden and block my fingers, but they slipped right on through. With a frown, I removed the mask and placed it on my lap. It looked normal, but the ink was unmoving, entirely static. I tried to probe for the enchantments carved into the inside of the mask, but there was no sign of mana within the item. Chalking the oddity up to being in a weird realm controlled by a pseudo-goddess, I brushed some hair out of my way and waited as Ysanna examined my face. Luckily, looking into her eyes didn''t trigger the strange daydream, so I was content to sit and relax. She finished examining me and sat back in her chair. "Hmm, there''s something weird about your soul, but other than that, you look normal to me." I blinked a few times. "Thanks? What''s weird about my soul?" "Mmmm..." Ysanna hummed. She turned towards her companion. "What do you think, Zol? Can you describe it?" Zolnja lifted her head and cracked open an eye. Her gaze would have frightened me about a month ago, but not now. At this point, giant monsters staring at me was becoming the norm. This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. Zolnja''s voice was crystal clear despite her mouth being closed. "It feels heavy. There are marks on your soul that I can sense but not determine, yet that is not what causes your soul to feel different. I can see that a part of it is locked away while the rest is wrapped in nearly invisible threads." She leaned forward, her massive jaw coming closer to my face. She pulled back before she smacked into my head, and her eyes widened. The slit in her pupils narrowed, and I could see scales flare up. The reaction was such a drastic shift in the current vibe that I nearly stood up. It felt like an attack, like the giant serpent was ready to swallow me whole. Ysanna got up, but instead of smiting me where I stood, she placed herself in front of me and held her arms out. "Zolnja! Calm down. We''re here to thank the hero, not eat him." Within seconds, Zolnja returned to resting her head on her coiled body. She stared at me with narrowed eyes, showing no signs of impending aggression. The whiplash of everything that just happened only served to tire me out further. Ysanna sat back down and gave her companion a curious glare. When she nodded a moment later, I realized they were mentally communicating. It shouldn''t have surprised me, considering Teddy and Arturous could understand each other. Ysanna turned and gave me a bright smile. "Sorry about that. Something Zolnja recognized set her off." "I can speak for myself," Zolnja cut in, glaring back at her companion. "Boy, you''re not an ordinary mortal," Zolnja rumbled. I shrugged. "So I''ve been told." She scoffed and turned her head away. "Flippant. Arrogant." I frowned and took a deep breath. I was more tired than I realized. I lowered my head into a bow. "I apologize. My emotions are getting the better of me." She cracked open an eye and then closed it, returning to her rest. "Better." Ysanna cleared her throat. "Well, now that the issue has been resolved, hello. My name is Ysanna, the patron goddess of Moldrula. And this is my soulbound Zolnja. It seems you have been rather busy protecting my city while I fought." I raised my head and sat back. I searched the goddess''s body up and down, but for someone who had been in battle, she was surprisingly uninjured. "Ahh. It''s an easy thing to hide in my domain, but since you are not one of my flock, I can reveal the truth." In an instant, gone was the sight of the goddess in pristine robes, her skin unblemished, and in its place was a woman with half her hair missing and several lines of black scars crisscrossing her arms and shoulders. Black ichor stained her robes, mingling with bright orange specks flecked with blue. I turned and saw Zolnja had been hiding under an illusion as well. Several patches of scales were missing, while deep claw marks marred her flank. One of her eyes remained shut, and dried blood decorated her scales. The world dimmed, and I saw the ocean still as if the illusion of the chaotic tide was a bluff to hide the vulnerable divinities resting inside. And within a blink, the goddess was back in pristine robes, her bright smile reflecting back at me. "As you can see, it has not been an easy week. The god Melzauthuum refused to die no matter how many times I tore off his limbs." I cracked a smile, my fangs on full display. "Personally, I could do with less tentacles and rot in my life." "Exactly! And thanks to you, we can both rest easy. My people included." We sat there in silence, my brain satisfied with the lull in conversation. Ysanna seemed to understand I was tired, so she let me get my thoughts together. "Was it you who saved me before I fell into the void?" "Yes. Effective use of the crystal even if I mourn its loss." I tried to wince but couldn''t summon the energy to do so. "Sorry, it was the only way to keep Callen alive. Speaking of which, is he your chosen?" "Indeed. So thank you for that. His death would have been... devastating." I shrugged. "No problem. I''d be dead otherwise, so no worries." "Mmmm... I''m not so sure about that." "What do you mean?" "How about you tell me why the Grand Weave is trying to send notifications to you? And why my city is inside a rift." I felt real danger radiating off the goddess. Her smile was still there, but her eyes were a chaotic maelstrom waiting to be unleashed. It would have been intimidating, but she didn''t scare me the way a dimensional horror the size of a planet could. "Do you want the real answer? Because if I tell you, I''m not sure how you''ll take it." Her eyes narrowed, and I caught Zolnja staring at me while trying to feign sleep. "Tell me everything." I sighed and let my head fall backwards. I closed my eyes and began with everything I knew. She asked questions about the rift and the history of the island and the city. I had to provide her with less-than-detailed answers because my knowledge of the centuries between the city''s fall and the re-establishment of the village could fit on one hand. Next were questions regarding the rift and the dungeon and how everything came to be so crazy. At this, I had to reveal my status as a Reborn and why that mattered to her rift. Zolnja stopped pretending to rest and kept her attention on me after that. By the end, Ysanna sat back in her chair and looked even more defeated than I did. I couldn''t tell what was running through her mind, but she at least kept a calm facade throughout my explanation. "You''re handling this surprisingly well." Zolnja snorted and coiled herself around the coral throne. Her head came to a rest next to Ysanna''s hand, and the goddess idly placed it on her snout. Ysanna rubbed it while staring into the sky, not a word spoken out loud. A few minutes passed, and suddenly, there was a knocking sound. The knock rang three more times and then stopped. I debated getting up, but this wasn''t my realm, and I wasn''t running the show around here. Zolnja tightened around Ysanna, who stared into the distance, her hands subtly clenched. "Do you know why a god wearing a silver suit is knocking on my realm?" I sat up and stared. "Silver suit? Cal? Uhm... I think my dad is here? Does he have a fox tail and crimson hair?" She nodded. "Then yeah, that''s my god. I didn''t know he could enter rifts. Actually, I thought gods can''t touch rifts since the system controls them." "Normally, no, not unless the rift is something we made and control ourselves." She paused, her head turning to a sound only she could hear. "Do I let him in?" I shrugged again. "Go for it. He shouldn''t be a problem." She slammed her fist on her throne, and I felt an insane amount of mana wash over me. It came as a shockwave with enough physical pressure to blow my hair back. After shaking the hair off my face, I watched a familiar door appear in space next to my chair. The stone door flared with mana, and swirly runes appeared along its frame. When it opened, Cal stepped out with a smile on his face. He gave me a broad smile before turning to the divinities and bowed. "Goddess Ysanna, Divine Serpent Zolnja, it''s good to see you again." Zolnja rose, and the waters around the platform became choppy. "I remember you now! You''re Calstrax the -" Calstrax raised a single hand, but I could see a line of swirling runes crawling across the fabric of his gloves. "If you''d be so kind as to leave the titles out of my name, that''d be great. For now, I am simply Calstrax." The waters raged but never once came close to crashing around us. Eventually, she settled down, circling tightly around the throne, her scales rubbing against the coral. Ysanna put on a polite smile and did a shallow bow. "Greeting''s Calstrax. May I ask how you are visiting inside this rift?" Cal walked closer to me and summoned his own chair. It was the couch from the last time we talked in Edolus. I laughed and then got up to join him on the couch. He gave me an appraising look, and I nodded my head. The access to my memories was instant, and his eyes widened. "We''re going to discuss what you and Chomperz did, but not right now." He turned towards the goddess. "Your rift has been unclaimed for years. Nobody in the pantheon would allow anyone else to touch it." "Yet, you have?" "Indeed, I currently have little love for the pantheon of Solunaria. And as is my domain, I claimed it." This time, the waters underneath the platform rose and coiled around the throne, creating a raging stream. "And what is it you plan on doing with this rift? I may not be the original Ysanna, but I will not let my people''s memories be thrown away." Cal remained unbothered, his expression calm and collected. "Simple. I''m here to return it to the goddess who made it." Ysanna blinked. "What do you mean?" Cal leaned his arms on his knees, resting his chin in his hands. "I''ve come to officially welcome the fallen goddess Ysanna back into the Weave." Oh. "Oh." Epilogue Part 2: Chit Chat With Gods "That''s impossible. I''ll disappear once I resume the rift," Ysanna argued. Cal shook his head. "Normally true, but you''re awakened. There are ways to prevent your reset." I frowned. Arz''odral could only exit the rift by sacrificing countless riftborns and doing some complicated ritual to possess Melena. I didn''t think Cal would so easily suggest sacrificing the rest of the souls in the rift, not to a goddess who cared so much about her people that she created it to honour their memory. Cal subtly turned his head and caught my eye. "I wouldn''t. I have a different solution, one I have been waiting to use for a few centuries now." "Oh? Should I be here for this?" "Don''t be silly, you''re my son. Because of your title as Scion, I can skirt many rules normally in place for god and follower relationships." I raised an eyebrow and sat back. The couch really was comfy, tempting me to lie down and fall asleep. But a sudden surge of pressure made me flinch, and I glared at Cal, who had an amused smirk on his face. I avoided looking at the glowing object in his hand since the glow around his fingers made me want to bash my head against a wall. In front of us, Ysanna and Zolnja stared open-mouthed at the thing in Cal''s hands. "That''s..." Ysanna started. "How do you have this...." Zolnja added in with the same flabbergasted tone. "When you fell, I took ownership of your essence. Both yours and Melzauthuum''s. I swallowed one and kept yours hidden away." "But the others! They wouldn''t allow it!" Ysanna almost stood from her throne but ultimately stayed sitting. "Eraztis should have sorted out the distribution of my essence and recycled my soul into the Weave. How did you manage to claim it?" Cal, who had been nodding, stopped smirking and lowered the object so that his arms blocked my sight. I sent him a thankful smile, and he grinned back before returning to a neutral expression as he faced the goddess. "Your companion has no doubt shared my titles now that she recognized me. You know the stories, even back in your time before becoming a god. You two created chaos, and I made my claim. The pantheon never knew what happened after the battle, for I had shrouded the end where I made a promise to you. I helped you stay around long enough to create the dungeon and the rift, and you relinquished your essence in return." "That''s... huh." Ysanna sat back, stunned by Cal''s words. "And now that my son here has forced the rift to awaken you, I am here to offer a deal." Zolnja lowered her head, and her jaw spread wide. Her eyes blazed the brightest blue, and I could see the air begin to distort around her. Strangely enough, I felt nothing, and when I looked more closely near my feet, I found out why. "Thanks for cushioning this. I''d rather not suffer a headache right now." Cal waved a hand but kept his eyes focused ahead. "What would be the terms of the deal?" Ysanna said after calming down. "Simple. My first requirement is that you give Cyrus a boon. Your powers will be weakened, but he deserves it after what I''ve seen in his memories. "Done," Ysanna said quickly. "I already planned to reward him the moment I summoned him here." Cal smiled. "Second requirement. You owe me a favour. I''d prefer if we became friends, something I failed to do before your fall." Ysanna narrowed her eyes. "The last person to offer me a favor besieged my city and killed me." "And I am not Melzauthuum . Unless you attacked me or mine, I would not retaliate." "Fine." The water around Ysanna''s throne calmed, and the sky brightened again. "What else?" "I require a place to hide. As I''m sure you''ve noticed, I am weakened, just as you will be. Nobody would expect to find me hidden inside your realm, not when the two of you can mask your presence over mine." This time, Zolnja answered. "Fine. But know that the pantheon will be investigating us for a while. If they find you, it will not be our fault." Cal nodded. "That is fine. I am confident in my abilities." Ysanna tapped her fingers on the armrest of her throne. "What else?" "It goes without saying, but I will so that we may be clear with each other. Do not tell the others about me or Cyrus'' involvement in this. You know Aelios. I am not ready to deal with him." "Very well. Are you sure about not mentioning Cyrus'' name? I can order my people to keep silent, but from what I saw, he was seen by more than a few people not of this rift. It''ll be impossible to scrub his involvements." Instead of answering, Cal turned to me. "What do you say? I have reasons as to why I asked to keep your name hidden. But if you-" I held up a hand and stopped him. "Being praised for almost getting everyone sent to the void? Where they would have been killed during transit or succumbed to their wounds after arrival? No thanks. And I trust you. Whatever the reason is, it doesn''t matter to me." Cal turned back to the goddess and shrugged. "There you have it. Will that be an acceptable term to fulfill?" Zolnja stared at me silently, her eyes trying to pierce into my thoughts, but I simply shrugged. Eventually, she scoffed and looked away. "We accept the terms." "Good, then there is one final thing to do." Cal reached a hand out and snapped his fingers. A strange wave of energy went through me, and then a notification blip appeared in the corner of my vision. I turned to the god and raised an eyebrow. "I got so many new things added to the ''Ask Cal about it List." "And I''ll answer them. Just deal with your notifications while I discuss the details of the contract." "Alrighty. Good luck." I leaned back with my head resting on the cushions. Closing my eyes, I accessed the notifications and willed them to appear. Congratulations Ascendant For a feat worthy of a tale, you shall be rewarded. Your legend may be sparse, but has grown through your mighty deeds. You shall be rewarded for completing the Tier Two Rift: Ysanna''s Fall. Reward upgraded due to the completion of a rift two tiers higher than your own. Rewarded enhanced for the completion of an extreme rift. Tier two rift my ass. Those titans were not tier two, and neither was Callen. I had to practically cheat my way to a victory. I wasn''t genuinely complaining, but it felt good to be a grump, even if only for a second or two. I was excited to see what the reward upgrades were. So, I continued to the next notification message without further ado. You are rewarded with the following:
  • For your efforts in protecting the city and its people: you have been rewarded with the perk: Devourer of the Deep
  • For completing the rift scenario: Ysanna''s Fall: you have been rewarded the skill stones: Torrential Assault and Chaotic Surge
  • For completing the bonus objective: You have been rewarded the weapon: Horror Spike
  • A random piece of equipment has been enhanced: Ink Lord''s Mask of Expression has become: Spirit Lord''s Hidden Mask
  • A random piece of equipment has been enhanced: Zonlja''s Protective Amulet has become: Zolnja''s Divine Scale
Legacy Bearer, The Grand Weave awaits your ascension. Weave a tale worthy of the gods and ascend beyond your mortal limits. The realms await the Lord who wears the Obsidian Crown. I turned my head and watched the portal made of rainbow energy pulse out and expand. The portal was just as beautiful as the first time. And at least Chomperz didn''t have to have his stomach messed with even more since both upgraded items were in the physical world and not being stored. A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. Cal paused and reached over to place a hand on my chest. There was no need to ask him why when the portal popped, and a wave of energy spiraled into the air before corkscrewing down into my body. The couch cushioned the blow, and I could feel Cal help regulate the energy roaring through my body. Ice and electricity tingled my limbs from fingertip to fingertip, but it did not hurt nor overwhelm my senses. When the energy stopped making changes, he removed his hand and patted my shoulder. "An interesting perk. You wouldn''t be the first demon to assimilate other energies. Just make sure you know when to stop." He snapped his fingers, and my new spear and skillstones appeared beside me. The spear made me want to throw the thing away, toss it into the void, and never look back, but I wasn''t that dumb. It appeared as if someone had severed one of the rift monster''s tentacles and turned it into a spear. The weapon, crafted from sleek, white hardened flesh, displayed little suction cups texturing one side, with a sharp barb made of blackened bone at the very end, approximately nine inches from the blade of the shaft. Not wanting to deal with the new weapon called ''Horror Spike,'' I left it alone and focused on the two skill stones. From the shape and clarity, both skillstones were high quality, each about the width of my palm. The first skillstone resembled dark grey glass, appearing as though a storm brewed within. I watched as a streak of light zigzagged around the crystal''s core before disappearing behind the swirling wind and water. As I moved on to the second skillstone, I found a pitch-black crystal, so dark that it felt like looking into the void. But as I watched the brief flashes of light inside the crystal, I saw two different colours clashing against each other, creating smaller, colourful explosions. I think, I''m most excited to see what the second one evolves into. To round out the last of my rewards, I held up my mask. It was impressive that it had survived all the bullshit the rift offered. When I looked down, I could see my entire torso exposed. What was once armour, now consisted of little more than a few pieces of broken leather clinging desperately to fraying straps. The mask itself was mostly the same, but when I stared into the center where the oily ink blotch pooled, the blotch expanded and formed three eyes and a fanged grin. The ink changed from an iridescent black to a blazing gold, followed by rich emerald, reflective silver, and finally a deep purple. Beyond the light display, the mask felt mostly normal, so I set it to the side and lifted the amulet from around my neck. The amulet was still there, but the shape and material had changed. The blue metal chain held an elongated orange scale. Its texture was smooth, almost like marble. In the middle of the amulet was a small sentence carved into a circle. I held it up, but the half-runic script in the language prevented me from fully translating it. Amongst the ______ may __ scale ____ the tempest''s _______? Why is it written in two separate scripts? Zolnja rose up, her scaled head looming down at me from above. "It says, ''Amongst the storm, may my scale echo the tempest''s strength.''" I looked up and met her gaze. "Sorry, but it looks like the rift changed your magic amulet." She leaned in closer till I could smell the sea from her breath. "It was given to Ysanna''s chosen, but he was right in giving it to you. Keep it. My scale may offer you a boon for further endeavours. Do not lose it." I nodded, my face serious. "I won''t. Thank you, Guardian Zolnja." "Hmmrph." I didn''t bother pulling up the description of the perk and grabbed the two skillstones. With a quick burst of mana, both stones dissolved, and I closed my eyes to watch the new skill wisps form inside my soulspace. One skillstone became a chaotic tumble of colours that floated away freely, joining the other passive skillwisps bobbing along. The final skillwisp appeared above the island. It was a grey orb lifelessly floating in the air. My familiars circled it, ready to welcome another spirit amongst the family. Instead of leaving the soulspace, I pulled up my status sheet and noted the changes. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn (Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills:
  • (T:0 R:7) Summon Familiar: Verdant Healer: (¨¢ine )
  • (T:0 R:7) Summon Familiar: Resplendent Inferno: (Zharia)
  • (T:0 R:6) Racial Skill: Dimensional Storage: (Chomperz)
  • (T:0 R:7) Spirit Lord''s Invocation
  • (T:0 R:6) Summon Familiar: The Dead Will Provide (Erebus)
  • (T:0 R:7) Summon Familiar: Reflective Coat of the Mirror Beast (Magnus)
  • (T:0 R:0) Summon Familiar: Storm King''s Tempest (N/A)
Passive Skills:
  • (T:0 R:6) Etherious Blood
  • (T:0 R:7) Sovereign-Threaded Soul
  • (T:0 R:0) Chaotic Resonance
Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood Child of Mana Dread Guardian''s Apology Crystal Synthesis Devourer of the Deep So Chaos Surge evolved into Chaotic Resonance, and Torrential Assault became Storm King''s Tempest. Sounds cool, but are they good? I pulled up the description for the new perk and then the skills. Devourer of the Deep:
  • They sought to devour you, and in return, you devoured them. Let the monsters hidden beneath the waves understand who the true predator is.
  • Consume monsters from the abyss and assimilate their power into your own.
Chaotic Resonance:
  • Minor increase to all physical capabilities.
  • The skill effect increases per every familiar actively summoned
Summon Familiar: Storm King''s Tempest (N/A)(Currently no spirit contracted)
  • Summon a bonded familiar. The familiar is a storm-based attacker.
  • Summons can remain inside the body in a passive state. While active, they reserve an amount of your mana pool.
  • All Summons have their own mana pool and regeneration but may tap into their summoner''s mana when they run out.
A chilling, icy burn spread from the center of my chest. The feeling extended to the rest of my body, and I tried to breathe through the discomfort. When the sensation stopped, I looked down and saw that on the back of my hands were two runes that slowly rotated. Suddenly, the center of my chest flared with a burst of fire and ice. The two runes on my hands flashed in a spectrum of lights before fading away. In their place was a glowing tattoo made of rainbow light. The diamond had two lines separating the top and bottom half that stretched to the edge of my chest. It''s not symmetrical .....That''s going to bother me. I touched the rune and felt my warm skin underneath. I tried to rub at the tattoo, but it was permanent. It was rather bright for my taste, but the tattoo complied when I tried to make it dimmer. Wanting to test its limits, I tried to dim it further, and it did, but it refused to comply when I tried again. I guess this is acceptable. The tattoo glowed but barely. If I were wearing a dark enough shirt, nobody would be able to see the tattoo underneath. My gaze tore away from the new addition to my skin when I felt a tiny blip of mana appear from where Cal was standing. When I looked up, I saw him smiling brightly at me before his eyes dimmed, and he turned away. "Later. You can ask me about it later." "Alright," I replied. Turning back to my system notifications, the skill evolution for Torrential Assault looked insane. I was already excited to start contracting a new familiar. And I''ll just ignore the perk for now. I''m not ready to eat that gross thing in a jar I have stored inside Chomperz. With my skill notifications done and my new loot acquired, I sat back and watched as Cal discussed something with the two divinities. It was nearly an hour of back-and-forth talk before Cal came and sat back on the couch. I glanced at him, and he simply smiled while Ysanna and Zolnja sat silently. "How did it go?" I asked. "There''ll be a lot to do. Something like this does not happen often; I''ve only ever seen it happen once in my lifetime. And I''ve lived a very long time." "So I''ll have to put the interrogation on hold then?" Cal chuckled. "Unfortunately, yes. I''m sorry, Cyrus. One day soon, I promise to sit down and have a real discussion with you." "Don''t worry about it." I stopped and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you doing okay? I don''t see you coughing at least." He grinned, showcasing his wicked fangs. "I''m doing marginally better. I''ve always had a good constitution, so recovery is only a matter of time. Do not worry for me. I''ve been through this experience many times before." There was something about the way he said the last line that made me frown. Even if he kept a cheery attitude, his words itched my brain the same way when I knew something I shouldn''t know. It bothered me, but I wasn''t going to press. "So, what will happen to the rift?" "Ahh, the question of the hour. I have a suspicion about what will happen, but I''ll wait and see. If I''m correct, though, it''ll be an interesting time for the kingdom." "You know, I''m starting to think you like all the chaos." His eyes gleamed, and the firey orbs in his eyes shifted colours. "Chaos is my domain, Cyrus. And it looks like you''re not too far behind." I chuckled. "Not that I''m actively choosing to be chaotic. The world has a hard-on for making things crazy around me." "Ah, but you rise up despite whatever challenges come your way. I mean, seriously, facing a dimensional horror at tier zero? Not even I would be so bold." "I didn''t fight it¡ªI survived it." "And that''s all that matters." The conversation entered a brief lull, and we waited as Ysanna and Zolnja stared at the two of us. Another hour passed before Ysanna finally stood up. She stepped off her throne, the waves of water following her robes. "I, Ysanna the Storm Princess, initiate the exchange of favours. From one divine to another, I offer this strand of my tapestry. I consent to the binding by the Grand Weave. Do you accept?" Zolnja flexed her scales, and the waters churned into a frothing whirlpool. "I, Zolnja the Guardian Serpent, initiate the exchange of favours. From one divine to another, I offer this strand of my tapestry. I consent to the binding by the Grand Weave. Do you accept?" Cal stood up and gave me a wink before subtly snapping his fingers. "I, Calstrax the ________ ___, accept the exchange of favours. From one divine to another, I offer this strand of my tapestry. I consent to the binding by the Grand Weave." I glared at Cal as I realized what he did when he snapped his fingers before accepting the exchange. I''ll find out whatever you''re hiding someday, old man. The pooling strands of light that started to unravel from the center of their chests were bright enough to force me to look away. When the light finally dimmed, and I could open my eyes, Cal sat back down while Ysanna and Zolnja were gone. Cal pointed to the sky above Ysanna''s throne. I looked over and blinked. Huh. Surrounded by dark grey storm clouds that flashed bright blue lightning was a vortex of water pulling from the ocean below. When the lightning flashed, it illuminated the bodies of the two divinities floating calmly inside the storm. "So uh... How long is this going to take?" I asked slowly. "That''s the beauty of my plan." I raised an eyebrow. "And that is?" "You have a lot of rift energy stored up from your time here. And you need to contract a new familiar, yes?" "Yeah... Okay, so what about the others? Are they suspended in stasis or something?" "Yes, and until the rift ends, they''ll stay that way. But you, however, get the benefit of being here. And it''s my apology gift for not being able to discuss things for the week that it''ll take for Lady Ysanna to assimilate her essence." "Wait, are you leaving?" "For now, yes, I can''t stay here too long, not without the goddess'' presence to mask my own." I stood up and held out a hand. "Oh, all right then. Stay safe, and talk to you soon?" Cal reached for my hand and shook it. I was ready for the wrist clasp that Inoria does, but I forgot Cal had access to my memories from Earth. He released my hand and gave me a final pat on the shoulder, clasping it gently. "You continue to make me proud, boy. What you did was amazing and courageous. Spend the next week relaxing and meditating. Grow strong, become more powerful, and most importantly, take the time to rest." He patted my shoulder twice, summoned the runed door, and walked on through. The door disappeared after it shut, and I was left alone with the raging tempest above. When I went to sit back on the couch, I found it gone. However, in its place was a big, fluffy beanbag with little images of dragons and fireball-slinging wizards. Haa haa, very cute. I flopped onto the beanbag and groaned, letting the softness partially consume me. He said to meditate, but he also said to rest. Sooo..... Nap first? Yeah, nap first. B3 Chapter 1 Start: Thunder Monarch When my consciousness stopped moving between planes, I found myself in a weirdly familiar place. I thought my skill had malfunctioned for a second because I was standing on an island in the middle of the sea. A couple of details distinguish this realm from Ysanna''s. Real earth makes up the island, not just the stone platform on which I stand. Sandy beaches and tall trees appear beyond it. Continuing to look around the plane, I spotted a tall, jagged mountain jutting out of the ocean in the distance. Immense fog surrounded it, moving and swirling unnaturally. After a full three-sixty spin, I took a deep breath through my nose and smelled the salty sea. Mixed with it was a faintly sweet scent reminiscent of apples. Not what I was expecting for the land of storms. I stood there for a few minutes, enjoying the relaxing scenery. The gentle crashing of the waves combined with the rustling of the trees due to the wind was utterly calming. I wasn''t a fool. The moment I channeled my mana into the circle, the peace would shatter, and in come the raging storm. Letting the smell of apples and salt fill my senses, I closed my eyes and tapped into the pool of mana inside my chest. With a quick exertion of will, the mana flowed down my legs and into the circle. The first rune lit up, and I let the mana flow. I had a bigger mana pool now, so it took awhile for my mana to get low enough for my body to dip into the first level of mana fatigue. I kept the stream coming even as I could hear the raging gale outside the circle. My manapool reached the halfway point, and I heard waves smashing into each other like charging bulls. When my mana pool reached a quarter left, I stopped the flow and retracted my tendrils that extended into the circle. Even with the barrier in place, I could see when lightning crashed into the waves as it glowed behind my eyelids. Opening my eyes, I found the circle blazing with bright cyan runes. Another lightning strike crashed into the barrier, and I looked away from the explosion. Beyond my circle of calm were titanic waves that threatened to drown the island in a deluge of raging water. Thunder rang out, and more lightning started to rise from the mountaintop in the distance. The swirling fog was now a spinning cyclone of black wind with lightning tendrils licking the air. I guess I found the guardian. Like an angry twister, the thundercloud shot into the sky in a beam of light, and I braced myself. The howling wind picked up in volume, and the largest bolt of lightning I had ever seen crashed into the waters before the island. There was a slight delay between the blinding flash of light that consumed the world and the thunderous roar of cannon fire that followed. When the spots in my vision finally faded, I blinked my eyes a few times and found myself experiencing whiplash all over again. The storm was gone; the raging tide and the wild winds had calmed to a peaceful slow. Instead of meeting tsunami waves and lightning, a world of bubbly foam and white fog filled my vision. "Spirit Lord, summoner, you have shown this plane a fine storm. I have tasted the winds you bring, the chaos they hold in potentia. The waves responded to your fury and rose till they could drown cities. And the storm... You have done well, mortal." The voice boomed across the realm, shaking inside my head and the plane itself. Its owner slowly twisted and snaked through the air, their scales cutting through the fluffy clouds of white covering the skies. Her scales were the lightest teal, with a beautiful pattern of ornate, orange, and pink flowers flowing down her body. Small pink scales lined her stomach from her head to the far end, where the fogbank obscured her tail." "Greetings, Great Guardian. This one''s name is Cyrus. I have come to make a contract for the skill ''Storm King''s Tempest.''" I bowed low. "May I have your name, great one?" A rumbling laughter rang through the air, and I raised my head to find the dragon''s body shaking. "Zhuyin did not lie. It is refreshing to meet a summoner who knows the proper protocols." The laughter died, and she lowered her head to the barrier''s edge. "My name is Sturmarathys. And I have been hoping for your arrival." "My arrival? Did Zhuyin predict I would be here?" The dragonness shook her head. "No, but I did. Ever since she informed me of the little princess making a contract with you, I knew it would only be a matter of time till you found your way here." Her amber eyes flashed gold. "After all, if that outrageous peacock can find a summoner to match her wild child, then I can find a match for my runt of a son." A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. I blinked a few times, trying to process what she said. Entering a ''who has the better child'' competition was not something I''d like to cross off my bingo card. Also, do the guardians talk to each other? And just what exactly is the relationship between a dragon mom and a phoenix mom? Whatever it was, I just wanted to make a contract and start raising my skill ranks. Instead of voicing my thoughts out loud, I bowed again. "I''d be honoured to contract with one of your kin." One look at the kaiju-sized dragon was enough for me to agree. Even if it took centuries, to ride a dragon that size would be the thing of legends. The childhood dreams I''ve always had, back when I still believed in magic and fairytales, would always lead to the culmination of one thing and one thing only: to ride a dragon. "I knew you were a clever one!" She bellowed. She turned inward and twisted her body so fast that a small tornado formed. As she made the full rotation, she shot into the air, unleashed a beam of lightning that shot into the sky, and continued past where I could keep track of it. A second later, the same beam of electricity crashed down on the mountaintop and then shot back into the air. The whole thing reminded me of the drive-through bank systems where you send your stuff up into the shoot. When the beam came hurtling back to the ground, Sturmarathys opened her jaws, and the lightning stopped and turned into a ball that slowly unraveled and revealed a smaller dragon the size of my arm. He had blue scales deeper than his mom''s, with an orange mane to her pink. I didn''t see any patterns in his scales, so it must not have transferred over, or he would get his pattern when he evolved. Honestly, he was rather adorable, looking more like a magical dangernoodle than a fearsome dragon. I wouldn''t blame him for his size. He had a lot of growing to do. "Behold, I am Sturmrorex!" the dragonling shouted to the heavens. Sturmarathys reached a claw out and smacked him in the head by lightly flicking her talon downward. "A dragon prides themselves on their ability to strike fear and awe during their entrance. Never say behold again; that cliche is for overly compensating dragons." Sturmrorex reached up and rubbed his head. "Yes, mother." Maybe I accepted too soon. This is starting to get weird. "Greetings, Sturmrorex, my name is Cyrus." The dragonling turned to me and moved his body slowly, up and down for about ten seconds. "You smell like greatness. You will be perfect for my rise to divinity!" I put on the best smile I could while inwardly cringing. "Would you like to hear the skill I''ve come to offer?" "Mmmm... Yes! Tell me now!" Sturmarathys bopped him on the head again. "Treat the man who will be your partner with some respect! The summoner will be your new master, and together, you will grow. A dragon''s pride is important, but a spirit must treat their summoner respectfully, as they do them." She then turned and opened her mouth, displaying glowing plasma at the back of her throat. "And you will promise not to abuse the contract, yes?" I nodded grimly. "I swear." "Good." She closed her mouth and backed away while pushing her son forward. "Make the contract, boy. I am excited to hear of your growth the next time we meet." Sturmrorex bobbed his head and flew as close as possible without touching the barrier''s edge. "What is the skill you offer?" I smiled and materialized the ritual athame into my hand. The white runes glowed as I slid it across my palm. With blood beginning to pool in my hand, I extended my arm and pushed past the barrier. "I offer thee ''Storm King''s Tempest.'' Will you make a contract with me?" His amber eyes flashed gold the same way his mother''s did. "A king is okay, but a god-king is even better!" He lowered his mouth to my palm. "I accept." He drank the blood, and the wind ensured every last drop was used. As he completed the ritual and confirmed the contract, his body broke apart into a small twister that splashed my skin with seawater. The twister shot into my hand like a bullet, and I felt my soulspace gain a new weight. I closed my eyes and entered my soulspace. All the wisps of my other familiars were floating between the two lakes¡ªall except Chomperz, who was by my side, resting near my head. "Are we okay with the new spirit?" I asked out loud but willing my voice to reach only Chomperz. Chomperz floated silently, unmoving, but I waited patiently. Eventually, Chomperz drifted to eye level, and I could see his face projected through the ethereal orb. He nodded once and then slowly flew off. I turned and watched him go. Images of his spasming form clawing at the dirt flashed through my head, and I had to rip the thought to pieces before I started to get angry. I''ll keep you all safe. What use is a lord who can''t protect the ones he cares about? I waved goodbye to my familiars as they interacted with each other and pulled myself away. Opening my eyes, I found Sturmarathys waiting for me, her long serpent body making slow loops in the air. "I aim to go far. My goal is to ascend the ranks and achieve immortality. Your son will join me side-by-side with the rest of my familiars." I stood tall and squared my shoulders. "I hope to meet you again one day as someone who can greet you as an equal." Her voice was crystal clear in my head even though it sounded more like rolling thunder to my ears. "From anyone else, I would have taken that as an insult. But from someone like you? I look forward to the day we again meet. Temper my son''s pride. He has grown spoiled from the stories his siblings tell. But never diminish it. He is a dragon and one with an impressive lineage. Raise him to be the king that your skill promises, and I will be satisfied no matter what tier you achieve." I gave a final bow before I felt the circle beneath me fall away. Sturmarathys'' winding form shot into the sky as the gales churned the waves. As I fell, the wind cut against my skin, and the freezing ocean''s waters bombarded my chest. And the last thing I heard before my consciousness returned to the physical plane was Sturmraythys shaking the world with her roar. GGHROOOOOOOOAR! I opened my eyes and stretched. Ysanna''s realm was the same, and the weird storm-ball was still overhead. Sitting up, I placed a hand on my chest and felt the beating of my heart as it raced. That was the coolest thing ever. Heh. I guess the little boy never truly outgrew his desire for dragons. I leaned back in the embrace of the beanbag and giggled like an excited child. And I kept giggling until I closed my eyes and took a much-needed nap. Chapter 2: One last Talk Before We Begin I sighed and exited my soulspace. The familiar ambient sound of a raging storm greeted my ears, and I stretched till a few bones popped. After plopping back onto the beanbag, I raised my eyes to the sky, where lightning occasionally flared. A week of nonstop meditation was fantastic for progress. The sheer amount of rift energy provided superseded the previous rift by a mile. If only I had all of my skills. I could have been tier one already. That''d have been a fun surprise for the gang. I sank deeper into the beanbag and willed my status sheet to appear. I already knew what to expect, but it was nice to have a visual confirmation of the changes made. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn (Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills:
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Verdant Healer: (¨¢ine )
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Resplendent Inferno: (Zharia)
  • (T:0 R:9) Racial Skill: Dimensional Storage: (Chomperz)
  • (T:0 R:9) Spirit Lord''s Invocation
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: The Dead Will Provide (Erebus)
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Reflective Coat of the Mirror Beast (Magnus)
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Storm King''s Tempest (Stormrorex)
Passive Skills:
  • (T:0 R:9) Etherious Blood
  • (T:0 R:9) Sovereign-Threaded Soul
  • (T:0 R:9) Chaotic Resonance
Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood Child of Mana Dread Guardian''s Apology Crystal Synthesis Devourer of the Deep I whistled softly. The change was pretty extreme. I''m sure anyone else would have a brain aneurysm, knowing I maxed out two new skills within a week while ranking up all my other skills. Still, there was a glaring problem with my status--my inability to evolve hurt, but I wouldn''t complain too much. Standing up, I approached Ysanna''s throne. Crouching down, I inspected the hidden details I managed to find throughout my week-long vacation in the realm. While the porous coral''s carving didn''t show it, hidden crevices housed runes along the material''s surface. They were hard to look at and hurt my eyes if I stared too long, but I managed to find a workaround. I unhooked and donned my mask I had placed along my beltline. One of the changes I discovered was the ability to dampen the migraine-inducing effects of looking at the runes. It still stung, but the pain never exceeded a light headache, and it would take longer for the discomfort to ramp up to that level. With the mask on, I scanned the runes closely, pulled out my sketchbook, and started drawing the different lines I could make out. However, even if I could see the runes, sometimes it took hours to get every line correct. Each rune hid another rune carved into it like a shadow. The whole thing was extremely intricate. When I finished drawing, I placed the pencil in my pocket and snapped the journal shut. There, one more out of... thousands. Yay for progress. I sighed and turned to nap on my beanbag when I felt a finger tap my shoulder. When I turned around, I found Cal staring at me with his arms crossed. "Oh, hey, Cal. You''re back?" "I am, for now. Ysanna will finish soon, and I want to discuss something important before the rift boots you." He looked at my journal and then back to my face with a rueful grin. "You know, one''s seat of power is very personal. To study the runes without asking would normally be seen as a massive violation. Any other god would smite you where you stood, so be careful about that." "Yeah, that''d be bad. Thanks for the heads-up." I narrowed my eyes and grinned. "Does that mean I can examine yours? You wouldn''t have a reason to smite me, would you?" He chuckled and led me to the spot where the beanbag used to be. In its place was the familiar couch he always used. "Sure. Become a demigod first, though, then we''ll talk." "Tier four?" "Correct. You get your first taste of power beyond the mortal realm. If you can achieve that, you have my permission to study my throne." "I''ll hold you to it. Just give me a few years." This time, Cal laughed, loud and boisterous. "Ah, youth. From anyone, claiming to achieve demigod status within a few years would be madness. Though from your status sheet, I wouldn''t be too surprised. But, uh, maybe lower your expectations some. What''s the expression? It''s a marathon, not a sprint? Don''t get yourself killed achieving something you were always going to do." The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. I smiled and joined him on the couch. "Alright, I gotcha. So, is this about that weird thing the mega-cultist produced?" "Indeed." Memories of Chomperz''s spasming body tried to surge through my thoughts like an angry bull, but I crushed it and cleared my mind. It took me a few seconds of deep breathing to get my anger under control, but when I did, I opened them to Cal, offering me a platter of sandwiches. I smiled gratefully and selected a few that looked appetizing. I bit into one made of blue and pink bread with a purple filling. The flavour exploded in my mouth. I tasted blueberry and something cold, followed by strawberry and something warm. And the filling tasted like chocolate. I swallowed the strange chunk of food and quirked an eyebrow. "That was not what I was expecting. What is this?" Cal took a bite of his sandwich, which turned to fire inside his mouth, and he blew out some flames. "I''m not sure if I''m being honest. I threw together some random ingredients. Was it good?" Was it good? Eh, strange and unusual, but sure, it was good. "Yes." We finished the sandwiches, and Cal raised his hand. A 3D replica of the object spun slowly above his palm. "This right here is something you should have never encountered. Your skill shouldn''t have been powerful enough to create something like this." I wiped my mouth of crumbs and downed a glass of water floating in the air with the platter of sandwiches. "Be honest with me. Is it what I think it is?" "And what do you think it is?" "Something to do with Melzathuum? I''m pretty sure I heard his voice speak to me before something happened, and he decided to scream my thoughts away." Cal lowered his hand, erasing the illusion, and he placed his arms on his lap. "More than a simple something, Cyrus. You stole a piece of divinity. You stole divine essence and bottled it in a jar." "If that''s true, why am I not dead? I''m not even a tier-one ascendant. That feels like something that should kill me." Cal reached over and tapped the center of my chest. "You should be, even if the riftborn version of the god is a dull copy of the real thing, your soul should have exploded from coming into contact with it so directly." "So it''s a miracle? There''s no explanation?" "I didn''t say that. You shouldn''t be alive, that''s true. However, I know one reason why you''re alive, and the others are pure speculation." I blinked a few times and decided to nibble on another sandwich. "Okay then, hit me." "Cyrus, there''s...hiccups in your memory. I won''t push it, but your passive skill, Sovereign-Threaded Soul, has been protecting you from crippling yourself for a while now. More than it should, if I''m being honest. You''re very danger-prone, it seems." I swallowed another bite of the strange red-coloured sandwich that tasted like a Thanksgiving turkey and mash. "I''m not trying to hurt myself. It just happens." I sat the sandwich down and leaned back. "I don''t know what hiccups you''re talking about. My memory seems fine to me. I believe you, though, so don''t worry." He smiled and continued. "The skill has been activating every time something threatens your soul''s integrity. Another reason I can think as to why you''re still alive is because of your Reborn status." "My special constitution again?" "Yes." "Okay, so what does this all mean? I already checked, but the item is gone. I can''t find it when I search the dimensional storage." "I''m not entirely sure what it means. In all my years of existence, I''ve never encountered what happens when a tier-zero mortal assimilates divine essence. Your case is too unique to guess. But for now, I say keep it." Really? After all the lectures about not destroying my soul? "Are you sure? Shouldn''t I give it to you or something? Can''t you use it to help your recovery?" Cal''s face broke into a wide grin, his fangs on full display. "While I''m glad you would be willing to do that, I must decline." He raised a hand and silenced me. "I''ll recover, I always do. You, however, have a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Let''s see how this power affects your evolution. And if anything happens that puts you in danger, I''ll help keep you safe." "Thanks, Cal." We continued eating in silence, enjoying the strange sandwiches and cool water. It was nice to relax this way and spend time with somebody outside my soulspace. When we finished the sandwiches, a strange pressure filled the air, and a loud crack echoed from above the throne. Cal stood up and snapped his fingers, making the couch and plates disappear. We were left standing above the platform of raging water as the sky began to darken till it turned nearly black. "Stand behind me, please," Cal ordered softly. I complied and moved to just behind him. My mask was still on, so I looked directly at the crystalline shell that had grown inside the center of the storm. The lightning appeared in frequent enough intervals to reveal Ysanna and Zolnja''s forms at all times. The pressure began to rise and then disappeared when Cal raised a hand. Suddenly, the maelstrom beneath the crystal grew into a tsunami-like wave, and Cal flicked his tail. Orange flames lit up the fur around his tail, and he launched a small orb of fire at the wave. When the wave reached its apex and began to crash down, a transparent, orange barrier appeared and blocked the water from slamming down on our heads. Such a casual display of power was eye-opening, and I was suddenly very thankful for Cal''s presence. If he hadn''t come back, I''d be a drowned corpse. The storm continued to rage, and the ocean below grew angry. More waves appeared, but none so large as the first. Suddenly, a loud cracking sound rang out, and the entire storm rushed inward, sucking in the storm clouds as if the world had taken a deep breath. More cracks appeared, and Cal conjured another barrier as the crystal shell exploded outwards and sent flying shrapnel in all directions. The barrier flared with bright light but managed to stop the shrapnel from penetrating. When Cal lowered his tail, the flames faded, and the barrier disappeared. Standing before us, looking almost radiant, was the pair of divinities gently bobbing amongst the waves. Her eyes looked brighter, and her skin glowed with a soft blue light. "You didn''t have to include the memories." Ysanna''s voice rang loud and clear over the fading storm. "Nonetheless, thank you." Cal gave a polite bow. "Think nothing of it. I need an ally, and I would make a poor one on my end if I left you unprepared for what''s to come." "Indeed. I cannot wait to meet my descendant," Zonlja added. I thought back to Aimon and his companion. I can''t say I saw the resemblance, but then again, I lacked many features Cal had. "Are you prepared?" Ysanna sighed and dismissed her throne. Her fist slammed on the coral''s back, and it turned into water that fell into the calming ocean below. "No. Yet, I must be." Cal turned and pushed me before him, presenting me to the goddess. Ysanna sighed again; this time, a bit of a groan leaking through. "Must I? Right now?" "Yes." Cal nudged me forward a tiny bit more. "It was part of the contract." Ysanna glared but rubbed her temples and walked over. She placed a hand on my chest, and a spiral of water flowed towards my sternum. The energy was freezing cold, and I was about to shiver when the cold turned into a volcano. The heat felt like a blowtorch to my skin, but as quickly as it appeared, the sensation stopped, and she removed her hand. She nearly stumbled, but Zolnja caught her and supported the woozy goddess. "Thank you, Zol." "Always. Now, are we satisfied? Can she have a moment of rest before we proceed?" Zolnja asked. "No, no. Ugh, let''s get this done with," Ysanna interrupted. She used Zolnja as support as she held out her hand. "I''m ready. Are you?" Cal held up a hand in response, and a shimmery orb of mana appeared. He tossed it into the air, and Ysanna caught it. The realm stuttered when her fingers closed down before resuming after half a second. "This body will take a while to get used to." She closed her eyes, and I felt an extreme amount of mana begin to swirl around us. Cal turned me around and embraced me in a hug. "I promise to talk to you soon. Enjoy your time in the capital." I had enough time to quickly hug him back before he let go and pushed me away. Surprised, I launched into the air, and he waved goodbye before I sank below the waves. My consciousness was starting to fade, so I at least had time to look at my new system notification. Perk: Whisper of the Tempest
  • The Storm Princess has granted you her subtle favor.
  • The winds now serve as your eyes and ears, alerting you to danger and shielding you from harm.
  • Minor enhancement to perception. Gain an innate sense to detect threats in your immediate surroundings, as if the wind itself whispers warnings to you.
Chapter 3: Post Rift Event I wasn''t unconscious for long. My body hit the ground, and a rock impacted the small of my back. Groaning, I rolled over and let the grass take me. There was the sound of a low hiss, but I snorted and ignored it to continue lying on the ground. An awkward cough followed, and I sighed internally before pushing my arms up and moving to a sitting position with my legs crossed underneath. In front of me was Elder Aimon, with Zillassa leaning his head low. My mask put on a tired smile before I looked up and met their eyes. "Hello, Aimon, Zillassa." "Cyrus," Aimon returned somewhat hesitantly. "You are back. Does this... mean that the rift is done? Where are the others?" Zilassa moved, his blue scales filling my vision. He leaned even closer and licked the air with his tongue. Suddenly, he pulled back and coiled around her companion. "You... you smell like..." "Salt? Water? Gross, rotten ichor? Lemonade, perhaps?" Zilassa started to stutter, and I laughed. "Or perhaps you''re talking about why I smell similar to you? That''s what you mean, correct?" Zillassa nodded, not bothering to speak. I shook my head and got up while moving off to the side. "You''ll get your answer soon. It should be any minute now." Aimon glanced at me curiously, a burning question hot on his tongue, but I changed my mask to display an ''X'' on its surface and turned away. There was more than Aimon and Zilassa here, waiting beside the portal. It was morning. The sun was rising into the sky, filling the darkened clouds with its brilliance. Surrounding the temple and the beach nearby was nearly the entire village. I recognized a few familiar faces. Several of the food vendors smiled when they saw me looking. Continuing my scan of the crowd, I found Travis and Khrem standing to the side, the sharkman having placed a comforting hand on the distraught-looking guildmaster. Travis saw me with worry, fear, and hope in his eyes. Not wanting to stress the guy further, I changed my mask to display the word ''Safe.'' Travis'' face melted in relief, and I could see him stand taller, more assured. I should invite them and the trio to a final cookout before we leave the island. I might as well say goodbye with full bellies and good drinks. The crowd stared, some at the rift portal and others at me. I tuned them out and waited next to Aimon for the rift to break open. I wasn''t sure what would happen next, but I had a vague idea and a sneaking suspicion. The way Cal and Ysanna talked, it felt like the island was about to get very crowded. Three minutes of silence go by before people start to whisper. The whispers began to rise in tempo as everyone increased their volume so their recipient could hear them. Another two minutes and I felt even more stares coming my way, a few filled with heartbroken looks. Cal... you better not be pranking me. Seconds started to drag, and I was ready to quietly excuse myself to head back to the inn when a low buzz came from the portal. The buzz grew in pitch, becoming a loud whine with people backing up in fear. Finally, the portal pulsed with mana once, then twice, and on the third time, a wave of clear water spewed forth from the rift''s opening. The wave carried with it the bodies of the adventurers, their eyes beginning to widen as they gained consciousness. I saw Sereza plastered near the stream''s edge, and I waved as the wave carried her on by. More and more people spilled out, and Teddy and the gang rolled to a stop near my feet. I looked down and saw Isaac spitting out water while he desperately removed the cloth mask around his mouth. "Looks like you survived. How''s the water? Salty?" I asked with a shit-eating grin. Isaac''s eyes widened, and he pointed a finger. "You! Urk... you''re alive!" He banged a fist on the wet loam and jabbed my leg with his finger. "Where the hell have you been? What did you do." Teddy activated his healing aura and stood up. While he helped the others up, he turned to me and frowned. "I, too, would like an explanation, but that can wait." I helped Celanae and Eodyne stand while Teddy physically lifted Igas off his back. Isaac was the last to stand, but he brushed aside my offered hand to continue glaring at me from nearby. Aimon turned and examined the group of adventurers beginning to gain their footing. "Not everyone returned." He shook his head, his face solemn. "That''s regretful, more losses than usual." The group grew silent; even Isaac turned his frown into something neutral as he watched the rift continue to flare up. More water came crashing through, drowning the area in front of the rift was foaming seawater. We collectively took a few steps back as the water swelled and rose. Then, as if the hell gates had broken loose, a surge of lightning shot into the air as a howling gust of wind threatened to knock people off their feet. I stood stoic, waiting for what was to come. Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. When the portal began to widen, it lost its pink glow and grew rounder, flattening to a circle several meters across. Thunder drowned out the crowd''s excitement and shouts, and then the portal flashed before a single boot with a half-destroyed metal shoe pushed through. Callen appeared, limping through the portal, examining the crowd with wide eyes. Aimon was frozen to the spot, as was everyone else. Only Isaac was unbothered by the appearance of the new arrival. He was the sole person who had the decency to at least glare at me instead of looking like a fish. Callen continued staring at the crowd till the sounds of more feet hitting the now muddy hill sounded off from behind him. He moved away from the portal and, in doing so, spotted me standing to the side. His face broke into the widest smile, pearly white teeth gleaming in the sunlight. He rushed over, and before the others could react, he picked me up like a child and squeezed me in a bear hug as he spun around. "Ahaha! Boy! You did it! You absolute crazy fool!" Callen roared as his large frame shook with laughter. He spun me around for another minute before returning my feet to the earth. Aaaaah, why was Sam the only one to gain a taller body? I gently patted Callen''s arm as Ventus joined the exuberant man. I turned to the vice-captain and nodded. "I''m glad you''re alive, Ventus." He nodded in return and grinned. "As am I." His smile turned to a frown, and his hand clenched into a fist. "That was a noble sacrifice. One you should not have made." I shrugged. "I told you, I''d survive it. Not that it mattered in the end." Pausing, I decided to be direct and figure out what they knew. "Has Ysanna-" Callen and Ventus both flinched while Aimon and Zilassa glared down at me. Callen cleared his throat. "Ehmm, yes, she did. We all did." His voice turned somber. "There is much to adjust to." As more of the squad started to walk out of the portal, Callen and Ventus stared into the distance. I couldn''t imagine what it must have been like to realize they were replicas of people who lived long ago. And the fact that the proud city they once knew was gone could not have been an easy pill to swallow. More people poured out of the rift, and I excused myself when I saw Sereza talking to a familiar little girl as she held hands with another as their family stood nearby. "Groxl was so cool; he picked me up, and we were suddenly moving super fast! I can''t wait till my awakening day. I want a skill just like that!" Tilly was loud and excited. As she spoke, she animated her speech with gestures. I chuckled, and Sereza whipped her head around. Her eyes said it all, so I got to one knee and accepted the living rocket that flew into my chest. "Oof!" Mayuma buried her head in my shoulder, and I wrapped an arm around her. "Hey there, kiddo. Are you doing okay?" She raised a teary-eyed smile, and I patted her head. I hardly knew the girl, but I must have made a good impression. Teldren, the son, stood with his hands to the side. His fingers clutched tightly on a sketchbook I had given him. I held my other arm up and smiled. He hesitated, but only for a moment before he came in and joined his sister in hugging me. Poltor and Osilla had happy faces, and I was glad my mask hid how awkward I felt. I really don''t do well with kids, but at least these guys are okay. I squeezed them both before gently releasing them to stand up. Tilly hugged my leg before returning to regale Sereza about Groxl''s awesomeness. Luckily for the felkin, Osilla managed to guide the chatterbox away. Sereza slumped when the kids were no longer looking, and Poltor chuckled. "She really likes you, Sereza." Sereza groaned. "I can tell. But it''s probably best she bonds with you guys some more." Poltor nodded. "Aye, you''d be right. You adventurers live a wild life." His eyes had a strange glint, but he shook his head and looked towards me. "Knowing what I know now, I must thank you even more. There was nothing to gain from saving us, yet you did. So, thank you, Cyrus." He bowed low, and I saw more of the old villagers staring. I internally sighed and let it happen. When he stood up, I reached out a hand. He clasped my wrist, and we shook before he walked off to join his wife and the kids. I rocked back on my feet and shook my head. "I''m so glad I''ll be out of the village before everyone finds out what happened." Sereza snorted. "Do you believe that?" "No," I said dejectedly. "Not for a second. I mean, I could. I totally could. But I''m not a monster, and Teddy already paid for our rooms." Sereza was about to say something, but then there was a commotion, and we looked over to see the portal had grown several meters into the air. Suddenly, Callen and the rest of the squad members lined up on either side of the portal and kneeled. They looked like knights or royal guards prepared to welcome royalty. Now that I think about it. Ysanna''s title was ''Storm Princess'' so honestly, that checks out. The first to pass through the pink film was Zolnja''s scaled head. People began to shout, some in surprise, some in fear, most in thunderous excitement. As Zolnja''s form continued to rise and extend into the air, the screams and shouting were deafening. When the last of her long serpentine body exited the portal, she roared, blanketing the island with the bone-chilling rattle. I noticed, idly, that almost everyone was struggling under the pressure of her divinity, even as Zolnja kept it contained. Sereza narrowed her eyes and saw me completely unaffected. My mask mimicked, sticking my tongue out before I returned it to its neutral state and continued observing the show. Another flare lit up the sky, and the portal started to shrink. Ysanna walked out, her robes shining with dazzling light as the wind began to pick up. The excited crowd from before was gone, and in its place was utter silence. The portal continued shrinking until it became small enough for Ysanna to pluck and hold above her palm. "My people, both new and old. I have returned." There was a collective intake of breath, the very world pausing as the wind stilled. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. And then, like a flood, the tears began to flow, and several villagers dropped to their knees. I only realized then I was the only one left standing as everyone, the adventurers included, knelt with their heads lowered. Ysanna glanced towards me and smirked before she put a hand on Zolnja''s scaled head and began to float upwards. "You''re not helping yourself blend in, you know." Ysanna''s voice whispered in my ear. "Fine by me. No offense, but you''re not my god. And my deal with Cal was to not be subservient to him." I heard laughter, but Ysanna''s face remained impassive. A quick look around revealed that only I had heard the goddess'' voice. Ysanna was now high in the sky, with Zolnja swimming on ethereal water slightly below her. "The time I''m allowed in this plane is short, but know that I am here and proud of you all." Her voice carried across the island, and the heavens parted to reveal more of the sun''s light. "There are many things to celebrate, and we will. But today. I shall reward the brave adventurers who helped bring about my revival. For completing the rift and honouring the fallen!" She raised the pink rift in her hand and crushed it. Mana so thick people were forced even lower to the ground, pulsed out. And the goddess was gone with a crack of thunder and a flash of lightning. Items and skillstones started to appear, and I heard a small thunk on the ground beside me. Sereza reached out and grabbed a bandolier of potions along with a pair of daggers similar to the ones the cultists used. The silence broke, and the crowd went ballistic. With all the emotions running high, I tugged on Sereza''s arm and motioned my head towards the village. She laughed and secured her new items close to her chest as we silently slipped away from the madness. I know I said I was bored of being alone, but a nice private meal in my room sounds amazing. Chapter 4: Disgusting Bets I placed my cup on the bedside table and leaned back to rest my head against the wall. The crowded room didn''t bother me; my small size allowed me to keep my legs close and make room on the bed for Sereza. She was busy chatting with Celanae, who was writing stuff down in a journal. Teddy and the gang joined us when we snuck back to the inn. We decided to head to our room to debrief each other on all that had happened. There was a lot to say, and even more I needed to explain. Thankfully, Teddy had some saved street food in his dimensional storage, so we weren''t entirely out of luck. I wanted to grab something to eat, but in my rush to get away from the celebrating crowd, I had failed to factor in that every villager was currently at the beach rather than working. There were no food stalls available. Teddy began the debrief detailing their week spent outside the barrier. And even if I thought our time in the city was rough, they had it worse. From the start, monsters roamed the island, forcing them to fight through the first night instead of hiding like Sereza and I did. Beyond the island, the gods fought in the ocean and completely demolished the island. Thankfully, there was another barrier, but it only activated on the bigger, nastier attacks. They battled an endless tide of summoned and freed monsters from the first night onward. Each morning, they rested and spent the rest of the day reinforcing the base and clearing the area of monsters. Apparently, at one point, they were joined by a different adventuring group consisting of four people, but they disappeared one night, and they never found them again-- not even their belongings. At least they had Igas and Celanae to create a fortress underground. Though, I''m unsure I could sleep in an ice fortress for a week straight. Sounds miserable. As they finished telling their version of the rift, I let Sereza introduce herself and explain things. Igas and Teddy practically beamed at her when she mentioned helping Tilly after she found her. There wasn''t too much to explain since I came in on the second day, and we were together until the separation through the portal. My retelling of things was a little more action-filled. I went over everything from night one until the part where we separated. Not even Sereza knew what really happened after we tried to escape the pocket dimension, so I had to retell the whole thing without skipping anything. By the time I finished, the others fell silent, and more than a few stared with their jaws open. "What?" I asked. Teddy hesitated, so Isaac cut in. "What do you mean what? By the gods, Cyrus. That''s ridiculous. I told you not to die, and the first thing you do is the exact opposite of that!" I blinked a few times, surprised at the emotion in his voice. Isaac looked around, then scowled and hid his face with shadows. "Right. Uh. Moving on." "Hold up," Sereza interjected. "What happened to the thing your dragon buddy swallowed? How did that stop the monster from attacking you?" "Ah, yeah, about that... I can''t say. I know why, but it''s not something I can tell you guys about. Maybe later after I get permission from Cal." The others frowned but nodded. Only Sereza paused and pointed a finger. "Who''s Cal?" "My god. Long story, don''t worry about it for now." "Wait, what! What do-" I ignored her despite her protest and continued explaining everything up till the point where I pushed Ventus through a window and began to fall into the void. There was some obvious annoyance about my vagueness, everyone else no doubt suspecting I had something to do with the revival of the goddess. Only Celanae and Teddy knew exactly why, and they remained tight-lipped. "So enough about the rift. What did everybody get?" Teddy went first and held up a new shield and mace. The shield was big, big enough to obstruct most of his body. Made from opaque glass, the light in the room caught on the surface and scattered into a rainbow of colours. He held up his mace, and I couldn''t hold my laughter in. It looked like someone had petrified a bloated pufferfish and stuck it on a wooden stick. When he channeled mana into the weapon, the pufferfish grew spines along its body that retracted when he stopped the mana flow. I whistled. "Nice. So, just some gear?" Teddy shook his head and sent over a system notification. I accepted and read what popped up. Friendly Weather
  • The weather is a fickle thing, prone to change at any moment. But those considered a friend by nature shall find the weather kinder to their weary bodies.
  • Depending on the weather, you will gain a minor resistance to the natural elements.
"Did you all get a perk?" They all nodded. I turned to Sereza. "You too?" "Yes. I''ll show you mine if you show me yours?" I shrugged, pulled up my status screen, and selected the part about my new perk. I shared it with everyone since there was no reason to hide it. If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. If I can''t trust them, then there''s no point to any of this. There was a brief pause as everyone got that distant look in their eyes. The first to react was Celanae, who began writing things down in her journal. When she looked up, her excited grin turned into horror as she saw what I had pulled out of my inventory. The others stopped reading the notification around the same time and joined in, looking concerned. "So," I started as I gently shook the jar. "Bets on what it''ll taste like?" "Cyrus... maybe we should think about this," Teddy offered. Isaac held out a hand, stopping the others from speaking. "No, no. I''ll take that bet. Easy answer: It''ll taste like rotten fish. Nice and salty." "I say the opposite. I bet it tastes like pork," Igas countered. Eodyne stared at the jar containing the weird eldritch organ with narrowed eyes. "Taste like nothing. It''ll be chewy and bland." At this point, Sereza was looking at everyone with concern. She had a baffled look, and I struggled not to laugh. "Celanae?" I teased. She sighed and summoned a different journal. After opening a fresh page, she raised her pencil and squinted at the jar. "Sour, a bitter sour with the consistency of squid." Teddy groaned. "Fine. At least summon ¨¢ine before we begin this foolishness." Everyone stared at him expectantly, and he sighed. "I bet it tastes like sweet onions. And it''ll melt in your mouth." I bumped Sereza''s shoulder. "And you?" "Oh, hmm. I suppose it''d taste like garbage. Like pure sewage in chewy form." Isaac grumbled some, but with all the bets given and the betting board summoned, I sat the jar on the floor and slowly unscrewed the top. I felt mana travel through the enchantments after I broke the seal, but it was so faint I ignored it in favour of peering down at the floating ooze-ball. Isaac saw my hesitation and sneered. "What''s the matter? Squeamish now?" I ignored him and slowly lowered my hand into the brackish liquid. It felt thick, and I felt the first tentacle caress my skin. Usually, I consider myself resilient to stuff like this, but the slimy tentacles slapping my skin made me want to hurl. Mustering my courage, I tried to grip the tentacles, but the slimy things slipped right out of my hand. With a growl, I curled my hand under the ball and lifted it up. Letting gravity do its job, I trapped the tentacles between my fingers in case it tried to squirm out of my grasp. The weirdest smell hit my nose when I pulled it out of the jar. It was as if someone had stuffed garlic and vinegar up each nostril. The others made their disgust known, but I shut them out and lifted the ooze-ball high. Just like sushi. Just like slimy sushi. I heard hurling noises from my left, but I focused on the disgusting mucus ball swirling in my mouth. I almost threw up, so I channeled some mana through my body, hoping it would distract me from the disgusting thing. Surprisingly, once the mana flowed past my chest and into my throat, my mouth had a strange reaction, and the ooze ball melted into a liquid. It tasted like nothing, the cold mana being the only thing I could feel running across my tongue. There wasn''t even a need to swallow as the liquid moved into my belly. In the end, there was a faint sweet taste that faded within seconds of the fluid going down. I blinked a few times and swished my tongue around to check if it had all melted. "Well?" Celanae asked. So damn tempted to start convulsing. "It tasted like nothing, faintly sweet maybe. It all melted after I channeled some mana into it." Groans resounded from the room, and Sereza looked around, almost bewildered. Celanae added a mark to Teddy''s name, putting him in the lead by three. "He was the closest, so no complaints." I smiled and prepared myself for the barrage of questions from Celanae. Briefly closing my eyes, I entered my soulspace and searched for changes made from swallowing the disgusting organ. I spent a full minute searching but found nothing and was ready to give up. However, before I left my soulspace, I looked down and noticed the tiniest new detail to mark my soul. Lines of runes formed a circle on the obsidian island where I stood. Inside the circle, a new rune caught my eye, one that wasn''t there the last time I visited my soulspace. The rune had a squiggly design with wave lines. The rune did not glow nor give off an energy signature. Whatever it was, it looked like I had a lot more gross stuff to eat. As I reopened my eyes, I found Celanae tapping her notebook, and I sighed. "Alright, so there are no changes, but..."
Khrem placed the ring down and set it to the side. He then picked up my new spear with zero hesitation. He turned it around and then set it back down. He then tried to pick up my mask, but before his fingers could touch it, he retracted his hand and shook his head. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a notebook and an enchanted pen. He clicked the button once, and it started writing on its own. As it finished writing, he ripped the sheet out of the book and handed it to me. "I can''t identify the mask. Received a warning from my skill. If I continued trying, I''d be on the ground with a massive headache." "Okay. Thanks for helping with the other stuff," I replied. "No problem, but I want some of that venom from your weapon." "Uh, sure. Go crazy." I pulled read the descriptions of the enchantments on the items. Silent Scream
  • This ring absorbs sound, granting the wearer a sense of being insulated from the world''s noise.
  • The wearer gains a moderate resistance to being deafened or otherwise impaired by loud noises.
Horror Spike
  • A flexible spear made from a severed monster tentacle. Can bend and twist for precise strikes. Channel mana to make the blade''s tip secrete venom.
Zolnja''s Divine Scale
  • A sacred scale freely given by the Guardian Serpent Zolnja, etched with a blessing. It protects the chosen through the harsh storm.
  • Provides protection against various forms of intense pressure, including the presence of condensed ether.
I finished reading the descriptions and looked up in time to see Khrem holding a vial up to the suddenly undulating tentacle. The bone spike at the tip of the spear dripped a dark green-black venom. When he started rubbing the shaft up and down, I snorted. "Is that necessary? Doesn''t it produce venom if you channel some mana into it?" "Yes. It produces venom; it does not shoot the venom." He milked the spear till the vial filled up. When finished, he capped the vial and set it in an open slot on a rack. He handed the spear back and rubbed his hand. "Something wrong?" "Cold. More mana intensive than I thought. Be careful." I saluted. "Will do." I gathered my things and stopped before I left the room. "Hey. We are probably leaving after tomorrow. I''m hosting another cookout. I know the village is doing its whole celebrating thing, but I figured it''d be nice to have one more private with people we know." He paused his examination of the venom. "When will this be?" "Probably around evening, maybe five or six." "I''ll be there." I smiled and waved goodbye. As I exited the alchemy room, a wall of sound from several partying and celebrating adventurers greeted me inside the guildhall. It was packed to the brim, forcing me to slide my way through. By the halfway point, I slapped on the ring and felt it resize to my finger after channeling some mana into it. Once it settled against my skin, the sound lowered to a more tolerable volume, and I sighed in relief. It took me three minutes to get out of the guildhall, which was an insane amount of time for how small the building was. Never coming back here. I''m sure Khrem will inform Travis about the party. I debated heading back to the inn but saw two very large beastkin carrying a rod with giant fish hanging off hooks. Not a fan of seafood, but it''ll make a good dinner. I rushed to catch up to them. If they didn''t want to give me the food, I had plenty of coins to throw at them. Chapter 5: Farewell Party Erebus helped me slice through the bones of the fish, and I quickly separated the meat. I placed it in a marinade using some local fruit and moved on. The dinner prep took well over an hour, but we managed to set up everything and readied for the farewell party. I picked up Erebus and started hand-feeding him the fish skeleton piece by piece. A strange purr-like sound came from the skull on his back, so I kept feeding him more. By the time the skeleton was gone, Erebus squished himself down, retracting his legs. I set him on my head and let him rest as an emo hair clip. Walking over, I sat down next to Teddy and joined him in using Arturous as a cushion. Teddy glanced over and patted my leg. "You are strangely good at cooking with fish. Did your parents teach you?" Teddy must have realized what he had said and immediately held up his hands in apology. "Sorry, sorry. Bonehead move of me." I snorted and closed my eyes. "Don''t worry about it. And you know the answer to that. Honestly, I don''t think I ate fish at all back then. Wasn''t a fan of the taste." "Well, I''m glad you''re good at cooking. We can all cook, but it''s nice to try different recipes. You can make only so many variations of the same soup." I smiled and watched him relax in the fading daylight. Everyone else was also resting around the campfire. Celanae was reading, Eodyne was re-fletching some arrows, and Igas and Isaac were debating some book. All was normal, and it was nice to be back together. I owe them an explanation. It''s shitty of me to hide it. "Hey, everyone? I have something to share with you. Celanae and Teddy already know, so it''s only fair the rest of you do as well." They all turned their heads. Celanae and Teddy''s eyes widened while Isaac stared holes into my forehead. I didn''t regret the secrecy. In fact, it was dumb of me to reveal this much. The more people who knew, the higher the chance things could go wrong. But I trust these people. And they trust me. "Cyrus? Are you sure?" Teddy asked. I nodded. "I am. Can you set up an illusion? Eodyne, can you make a sound barrier around us? I''ll send over my status sheet, and you guys can ask me questions afterwards, but I don''t want anyone else to know." Celanae created an amethyst barrier around us, trapping us in. I felt Eodyne channel mana and saw the sand begin to pick up around the barrier''s edge. And finally, Teddy''s eyes turned gold as he created an illusion over the barrier. "This better be worth it for all the hype you''re setting up," Isaac remarked. I was ready to quip back, but instead, I pulled up my status sheet and sent it over. I was met with a few stares, mostly from Igas and Eodyne, before I saw their eyes go hazy. And now there''s no turning back. Silence followed, and I wanted to squirm. Isaac stood up, his face looking down at me with fury in his eyes. Ahh.... here we go. "You!" Isaac began. He pointed a finger and stepped closer. "All this time." "Isaac. Hold on." Celanae tried to interject. "No! Aaargh!" He was now standing only a foot away. I remained unblinking and matched his eyes with mine. "Yeah?" He growled and then stomped his way back to his chair. "No wonder my brain hurts being around you. Damn, Broken-ass Reborn." This time, I did blink. And then I sighed and sunk into Arturous'' fur. Igas didn''t seem to care, but he had a curious look on his face. "What is it?" "Hmm..." he hummed to himself. "Does this mean every rift you interact with will evolve and pull off crazy shit?" I shrugged. "No idea. So far, it''s a yes, but apparently, the details are pretty vague." I chuckled. "I wouldn''t really know. Not really from here, so you tell me." "I have a lot of questions." Eodyne''s voice had an edge to it. "Okay. We got an hour or so before the others arrive, so fire away."
Khrem and Travis came with Groxl and his teammates. I waved hello but had to stop when I saw what Groxl was carrying over his shoulder. "Groxl. What the fuck is that?" This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. "Food." He placed it on the table, the ice squealing under the immense weight. I poked at the strange pig-looking bird. It was meaty, and the belly jiggled like a water balloon. The feathers were bright, mauve, and fluffy. I almost felt bad, considering how cute the thing looked. "Groxl, where did you get this?" "I hunted it in the forest. Whifflegruff taste good. You can cook it for the party." "Okay.... You know what? Hey, Khrem, come here." Khrem and Travis came closer while Groxl crossed his arms and stared. I nudged Erebus gently. "Hey buddy, I got one more thing for you to loot, and then I''ll send you back, okay?" Erebus got up and stared down at the pudgy bird-pig. I lowered him onto the belly, and he dived in. When he activated his skill, I took a deep breath and smirked. The mana strain was much easier to deal with when you had a bigger mana pool. I grabbed the loot orb from his back and rubbed his carapace before returning him to my soulspace. I held up the loot orb. "If it''s an alchemy ingredient, you guys can have it. If it''s an item, you can keep it, Groxl." I channeled mana and popped the orb. Out came a small pouch made of the same fur as the creature. An enchanted item? I opened the pouch but found tiny jello balls inside. They were a strange mix of bright yellow and puke green. I picked one up and handed it to Khrem. He activated his skill, and I felt his mana this time. It was another change I noticed after the rift. Before, his identification skill was impossible to notice, but this time I could. He placed the jello ball back into the pouch and lifted it from my hands. "Whifflegruff-snot nutrient pellets exist. You can sometimes find them when the whifflegruff prepares to hibernate for the season. Acquiring them is almost impossible because the beast consumes them when it needs energy to run or fight." "Ah, useful for anything?" Travis shrugged. "Stamina potions are one option, but with this much material, we could probably find a better recipe. One ball should be enough to distill into three potions." I turned to Groxl. "Sorry, big guy, the alchemist won." "No worries, pay me back with a good dinner." They left to find a place by the fire and join the conversation. The beach stayed crowded, so we went further away from the village to find a place of peace and quiet. With us so out of the way from the village, we cleared the area for use, and we increased the size of the campfire to accommodate the number of people joining. Now, to figure out how to cook a weird bird-pig. I picked up my knife and started removing the thing''s coat. The feathers were fur-like due to the sheer density. Halfway through my preparations, Sereza appeared with Poltor''s family in tow. She waved and approached. "Hope you don''t mind. They wanted to say goodbye before we left for tomorrow." "Fine by me," I replied. I handed Sereza a mortar and pestle and directed her to crush the blue equivalent of peppercorn. "Are you sure you want to travel with us? Don''t you have somebody waiting for you?" She set the mortar down and dumped it into the mixing bowl. "It''ll be fine. I can''t delay my report to my dad for too long, but I can at least enjoy the extra night. I''ll leave you guys once we reach Helio." "Alright. I''m curious to see what other felkins are like." She chuckled and shook her head. "Nothing like you, I swear. Not even Dalanthys can get into the kind of chaos you put yourself in." I rolled my eyes and began flouring the meat before dipping it into an egg wash. For the next several minutes, Sereza helped me put the last of the food onto the various pans and racks we had set up around the fire. As we finished, I found a shadow blocking my view, and I looked up to see Poltor with both hands on Teldren''s shoulders as he waited for me to stand up. The boy looked nervous, exceptionally so. "Hi, Poltor, Teldren. What''s up?" Poltor remained silent, and eventually, Teldren met my eyes with a determined look on his face. "Cyrus. My awakening day is a year from now. When I awaken, will you take me on as a Brave?" Huh? "What?" Poltor chuckled and squeezed Teldren''s shoulder gently. "Teldren came to my wife and me last night and sat us down and talked. It''s early, but apparently, he''ll have his awakening day on his eleventh birthday. Callen explained it as having something to do with our unique origins." "Okay," I said slowly. "But why me? No offense, Teldren, but you barely know me. What about Osilla? Mayuma? What do they think?" Poltor glanced to where his wife was talking with Celanae. "She was more accepting of the idea that I was." He turned back to me. "There''s a lot of reasons to trust you, but you are right; we''d be foolish to send off our son with such little information." "Then?" "We also recognize that he is allowed to make his own decisions once he gets access to the Weave. And if he had to learn from anybody, I''d rather it be from someone who wouldn''t mistreat him. And we are not trying to force you to agree. Teldren wanted to make his wishes known, and if a year passes and he still wants to do it, I hope you will consider it. I looked to Teldren. "Do you even know what you''re asking? I''m not the most experienced adventurer, but even I know that things can get crazy." He hesitated but dug his foot into the sand. "I''ll be eleven. I know it''s young, but I''ll be ready! And I''ll train every day so I can be useful!" Surely this isn''t normal. Nobody takes a preteen and expects them to venture into the wilds, do they? I turned to Teddy, who was sitting nearby listening to the conversation. "Uh, help me out here?" "Eleven is young, especially for a Brave, but it''s not completely unheard of." "What exactly does it mean if I took him on as a Brave?" "You essentially sponsor him. Braves usually take care of camp-related stuff; in return, you offer them payment and sponsorship. If they are new, fresh, and untiered, you help provide them with skillstones. Even if it''s a basic Spark, it all depends on the contract you make. Older and established Braves, especially those with some kind of harvesting skill, would negotiate more towards payment and share of the spoils deal. It''s a fairly common practice even if the boy is on the younger side of things." "What are your thoughts then?" His mouth twitched downward for half a second, but then he shrugged. "You live a more interesting life than most, but simultaneously, you''d be more equipped to sponsor him. A year from now with Erebus? You might be able to hand him the skillstones the moment he joins you- if he joins you. This is a serious commitment, so consider it before accepting." I turned to face Teldren, who had a hopeful look in his eyes. "Listen, kid, I''m not sure what will happen in a year from now." His head started to lower, and I sighed. "Buuut, and this is a huge but. We''ll see. Train hard, and find me when you unlock your system. If you are still willing and I''m in a position where I think I can take you on, then maybe. Don''t get your hopes up, though." His face broke out into the widest grin, and he ran up and quickly hugged me. I frowned but patted him on the back before he ran off, dragging his father along with him. Poltor sent me a sympathetic smile before leaving. This is ridiculous. At least I don''t have to think about this for a whole year. Blegh. Too much stress, time for food. "Food will be ready in ten minutes!" I called out. "I call the first plate!" "Bastard, I call second! "Guys, show some dignity. You don''t need to call -" "I want some of the Whifflegruff!" Aahhh yeah, much easier. Chapter 6: Exchange the Spark The following day, I spent some time at the temple talking with Aimon and Zillassa. They had a lot of questions, but I answered them all. Callen and Ventus made sure I shared a drink with the squad before I said my final goodbyes. I didn''t know them, but they knew me. And I was the hero of the hour. Thankfully, they let me slip away after the second round of drinks. I promised to visit the island within a year and see how everyone is doing. They had some big plans, and the village was about to undergo significant changes. The sudden influx of people and the return of their patron god meant the village needed to be bigger than it currently was. And from what Callen and Ventus discussed, it''d keep the village busy for several decades. Before I left, I stopped and found Alis''treela and told her about Alish''trala. I knew nothing about her family line, but the similarities were too high. With my farewells said last night at the party, I visited a local food stall and splurged on restocking my snack supplies. The divine essence still affected Chomperz''s stomach, but I had enough room to stock a crate or two. With that taken care of, I met everyone back at the inn. They stood around discussing things, so I walked up and waved hello to Sereza. She waved back before grabbing the bag of fried dough balls I shoved into her hand. And before the others could start complaining, I passed out the rest of the snacks. With oily yet delicious food, we set off for the island''s edge.
"So you survived!" Gadoor shouted from his boat. He was on a new boat that was wider, longer, and made from higher-quality wood. He stepped off the ship; Gawinn nodded and then turned away. Still shy, eh? Teddy clasped Gadoor''s hand. "Glad you made it. What''s with the new boat?" Gadoor grinned and gestured to his new vessel. "With the gold you gave me, I finally had enough to get a new one made. Just in time, it seems. Are the rumors true? Did a goddess return and brought back a lot of awakened riftborns?" Teddy nodded. "Indeed. It''ll make for an interesting few years. Lots of traffic coming this way, good money to be made for a transport and delivery service." The implications were clear, and Gadoor smiled brightly. "Aye. I can''t wait. Now come, hop on in." With the increased size of the boat, we could crowd in without being pressed against each other. Even with the addition of Sereza, there was plenty of room. Gawinn pulled in the anchor, and Gadoor started channeling his skill. Within a minute, we were off and going up the river. The bright early sun shone on the brilliant blue water, and I took in the scene. Before we turned down a different river that flowed upstream, I glanced behind us and watched the village shrink from view. I can''t wait to see what it''ll look like the next time I''m here. Gadoor turned around. "So, tell me, how was the festival?" I turned to watch Teddy conjure illusions and begin the tale of Ysanna''s Fall. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the story and decided to nap. Hopefully, we''d be in the capital without delay.
I relaxed against Arturous and idly scratched his fur. When Sereza hesitantly sat down near the bear, she glanced over and shook her head. "I shouldn''t be surprised you''re friends with the giant bear. Do you think any of your familiars will get as big as him?" I shrugged. "Honestly? I expect almost all of them to be larger than Arturous. My new familiar''s mother was the size of a mountain, so odds are, he''ll get that big as well." "A mountain? Mother? When did you get a new summon?" she asked as she stared suspiciously. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention my week-long vacation in the rift. "Eh, don''t worry about it. I''ll explain another time. So, what about you? Did you ever get the daggers and wristband identified?" "Oh yeah, one second." She got up and rummaged around in her backpack before returning with a slip of paper with familiar handwriting. "Did you get your items identified by Khrem?" She paused. "Who? You mean the beastkin inside the guild? The alchemist?" "Yeah, him." "I bought a few potions from him but mainly needed his identification skill. Here, take a look." Bandolier of the Abyssal Alchemist
  • Poisons stored in this bandolier gain a moderate increase in potency.
Wristband of the Drowned
  • The wearer gains a minor resistance to fire and heat-based attacks.
Riteblades
  • Used to prepare the victim for sacrifice. Channel mana into the blades to produce a numbing agent on its edge. The numbing agent makes it harder for the body to close the wound.
"Damn, nice. I''m glad the wristband wasn''t just a scrap of cloth. Good to know we got something out of that nightmare." She flashed her fangs. "Oh yeah. Thanks for that, by the way. You didn''t have to give me the item." "Meh. It''s not a big deal. You helped take the monster down." She got a strange look in her eye that disappeared a second later. "Yeah. Hey, what are your plans once we reach the capital?" "Not sure. I think I''m meeting Teddy''s parents and staying at his house. Outside of that? Nothing." "Do you wanna come meet the other felkins? I did promise to introduce you." "Sure, you still owe me that drink," I teased. She laughed and lightly kicked my foot. "And I''ll buy it. It''s hard to clear the debt when you decided to cook everything last night." "I''m pretty sure I remember seeing you go in for thirds. Or was I mistaken, and another Sereza inhaled three whifflegruff skewers?" "Fine, fine. Your food was good." She pointed a finger at me. "Enough food talk. You said you got a new familiar, right?" "Mhhmm." "How?" "What do you mean? I activated my skill and then went to the elemental plains and contracted a spirit," I said nonchalantly. "Ooookaaay..." she said slowly. She then used her tail to prod my boot. "I mean, what did you replace your skill with?" "What are you talking about?" "Ahhh, Cyrus," Teddy interjected. "She''s referring to the fact that acquiring a new summon meant you either replaced one of your old skills or one of your familiars." Oh. Oopsy. "Yeah, how about we skip over the details?" I asked in a blatant attempt to direct the conversation elsewhere. Sereza thumped the ground with her tail. "Wait, are you telling me the rift awarded you an extra skill slot? That''s unfair!" I glanced at Teddy, who subtly nodded his head. Right. This is good. Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. "My lips are sealed. Do you want to meet him or not?" "Fine. Fine. Bring him out." Celanae summoned a journal and opened it to a new page. "You can begin." I rolled my eyes and let the world fall away. I entered my soulspace and called to the skill. I had increased the skill''s rank without having ever summoned Sturmrorex. It was great for him to experience growth so quickly, but it felt weird. A skillwisp appeared and shot toward me. It came to a rest near my chest, and I smiled. "Ready?" Sturmrorex''s thoughts came as images of a coming storm and a blinding flash of light as a dragon roared through the heavens. "That''s excessive. Don''t flashbang everyone when you appear. They need to be able to see you to appreciate you." I felt acceptance bleed through, and I shook my head. I willed mana to connect to the wisp and flow into the channels in my chest. A cold spread throughout my body, and I opened my eyes to watch Sturmrorex appear in the physical world. His entrance was like a ball of lightning that uncoiled into a windy serpent as long as my arm. Thankfully, he didn''t blind everyone with fireworks, but I did hear an adorable roar reach my ears. "I have appeared before you! It is I, Sturmrorex the Storm King!" He followed his words with a small gust of wind and a flicker of electricity that snaked around his scales. Winding himself up, he shot into the air, then shot back down and circled around my neck. The camp was silent, all except the crackling of the fire. Nobody said a word, and I was too stunned to speak. Sturmrex''s scales were cold, and I forced myself not to squirm. It took me a moment to get used to the texture of his scales rubbing across my skin. "Master, why are they silent? Should they not be in awe?" I mentally face palmed, wishing I had my mask on so the others wouldn''t see my anguish. "Sturmrorex... That was a little much, buddy." He roared in my head. "Never! A dragon must make his entrance known to all!" This was going to be a long night. Isaac was the first to break the spell, and he rolled on the ground with laughter. He guffawed so heavily that he began to sink into the shadows only to reappear, laughing harder. Sturmrorex beamed with pride, and I felt him hold his head a little higher. "Look, Master, my presence was so strong he has become incapacitated!" My eye twitched, and I felt my brain skip a few thoughts. Thankfully, Isaac was the only one who laughed while the others tried their best not to smile or chuckle. Celanae had to turn away and cough to mask her giggling. At the same time, Eodyne and Teddy waved hello to the dragon. Igas remained neutral, but I saw his cheeks threaten to move. I let out a long sigh and continued. "Everyone, this is my new familiar, Sturmrorex." I almost added an apology, but I wouldn''t make fun of my spirits like that, even if the bastard was already becoming a handful. Sereza regained her composure and cleared her throat. "Hey there, Sturmrorex. Nice to meet you, I''m Sereza." Sturmrorex leaned closer, his electricity tickling my face. "Sereza... Yes, it is a good name!" "Oh?" Sereza asked, surprised. "What makes a name good?" "It begins with ''S''. Any name that begins with the first letter of my name is a good name!" Sereza laughed. "I agree." Sturmrorex nodded. "Of course. A dragon should always be right." Kill me now. Actually, smite me where I sit. "Hey, Sturmrorex, is there a reason you''re wrapped around my neck like a scarf?" "Because your shoulders have already been claimed. And while they sit on your shoulders, I shall guard your most vulnerable spot! None shall penetrate through my scales while I am here!" His words were the equivalent of somebody who was a tad deaf trying to speak at a normal volume. Every sentence spoken came out a little too loud. It didn''t help that he spoke with pure confidence in everything. It was endearing in a way, even if it took some adjusting. Sturmorex sniffed the air and licked it with his tongue. He slowly turned his head till he found Eodyne. He slowly rose till his tail barely wrapped around my neck. "You smell divine! I smell the storm on you!" Eodyne leaned forward. "I am a child of the stormplains. I will take that as a compliment, young spirit." "I want to taste it!" I lightly bopped him on the head. "Don''t say things like that, not out of the blue. You want to be respected and feared, not regarded as creepy." Eodyne chuckled, and she held up a hand. "Do not worry. Spirits, especially lightning, spirits are always like this. It''d be an honour to share my spark with you, Sturmrorex." I raised an eyebrow. It was surprising to hear Eodyne sound so formal. She enjoyed my other familiars; she always called them by their names, like Teddy. But this was different. Something about the tone in her voice told me to pay attention. Sturmorex turned to me, and it took me a second to realize he was waiting for my approval. "Just behave yourself. And be respectful." He bobbed up and down and slowly uncoiled from around my neck. As he rose into the air, there was a change in wind pressure, and my ears popped. Judging from everyone''s reactions, I wasn''t the only one. The night became bathed in blue light as electricity started to light up Eodyne''s form. The trees shook their leaves, drowning out the sounds of the fire. The fire flickered as the sudden gale threatened to steal its fuel. It continued to flicker until it was nearly dead, only a tiny wisp of flames struggling desperately to stay lit. Sturmrorex continued rising into the air until he was directly above the camp. His body weaved through the turbulence as if it wasn''t there. Occasionally, sparks of his own electricity would flare and strike at the dust thrown into the storm. "Dear storm spirit, I offer thee a gift of my own. Will you accept?" "Child of the grounded sky, I accept your gift!" My skull hurt, and I felt the familiar buzz in the back of my head that told me my legacy was influencing my thoughts. I found a different discovery when I tried to sink into our connection. Instead of his emotions bleeding into my own, Sturmorex pulled from my thoughts. Somehow, he was accessing the knowledge I had stored within me without me knowing it. "Watch, Master! This is an old tradition." I kept my eyes trained on Eodyne as a small twister built around her body. The electricity hummed and joined the chaotic melody. Slowly and with practiced movements born from performing the same action over a thousand times, Eodyne extended one arm and pulled back the other. Between her hands formed a bow of crackling mana. Her hand continued pulling back the string and notched the azure arrow that appeared. I was starting to get concerned, but I trusted my familiar and the vague knowledge in my head telling me this was okay. Still, I grinded my teeth and refused to blink. This was something sacred, and I wanted to see how my familiar handled it. The gale picked up speed, and my clothes started to whip around. Eodyne had pulled the bowstring all the way back yet did not struggle. Her movements were slow and graceful. And as she aimed for my familiar, I felt my heart start to race. For a single moment, it looked like she was about to shoot her arrow at the dragon. However, at the last second, she aimed up and released, sending the arrow screaming into the sky. I felt Sturmorex''s mana begin to flow through his horns, and he turned upward. As the arrow disappeared behind the dark clouds above, there was a flare of mana, and the clouds parted as a lightning bolt came crashing down. The lightning bolt impacted my familiar''s body, and I fought every instinct not to stand up and run to him. I knew from the soullink that he was fine, but the overwhelming mana sent a chill down my spine. As my eyes adjusted, I saw Sturmorex floating in the sky with his body lit up like a nightlight. His mane was plasma, and his scales were the brightest blue. His horns crackled with remnant lightning that began to fade as his horns absorbed the mana. Through the connection, I felt the exaltation and joy racing through his thoughts. "Yes!" His body snaked through the air, and he looked down to find Eodyne with her hands clasped on top of each other, palm to palm. "A fine gift you have given! Will you accept one of my own?" Sturmrorex called out, his voice echoing itself across the camp. "I will." Sturmrorex''s winding body began to coil into the air until he aimed his head at the sky. The winds picked up, and their howl rose above the thrum of electricity. I felt his mana surge, and it pooled in his throat. He raised his head to the sky and opened his jaws. He requested permission, and I nodded, sending my acceptance. I closed my eyes and watched as the connection to the pool of mana below began to rise. More mana pushed through, and I began to feel its drain. "This will hurt you." It wasn''t a question it was a statement. The strain from the amount of mana he was using would wreck his body. The thought made me claw at the dirt, but I knew his answer. "Yes." I clicked my fangs but remained silent as he kept pulling. Once he reached half of my mana pool, I grasped the connection and stopped the flow. "Enough." Sturmorex sent his thanks, and I opened my eyes in time to watch the night turn to day. The thick beam of lightning he sent into the sky zigzagged through the air. When it reached the clouds, it blasted a hole several meters wide, pushing back the air. I looked at Eodyne and found her staring at the sky with a smile on her face. I grinned and mouthed the word sorry. She glanced at me and nodded once before the heavens gave its answer. A strike enveloped her body and sent me tumbling backward. Arturous roared, but the thunder swallowed the sound. A flare of pain entered my mind, and I felt as if someone had stabbed me in the heart. I heard Sturmrorex''s cry, and I pushed myself off the ground. Quickly, I sent mana into Verdant Healer and summoned ¨¢ine. She appeared and flew off to Eodyne. She stood frozen in place as her body trailed smoke into the air. I found Sturmorex lying on the ground, his scales ripped and leaking golden blood. Picking him up gently, I brought him to my chest. "Rest well, buddy. You did good." He whimpered as he tried to raise his head, but I hugged him as carefully as possible before undoing the skill and sending him back to my soulspace. I wanted to scream and rip something apart but forced myself to calm down. Instead of letting my emotions get the better of me, I focused on Sturmorex''s memories and played them in my head. When I finally opened my eyes, I turned and faced Eodyne as she kept her head high. She clapped her hands thrice before lowering her head and taking a deep breath. Her outfit sported several holes where burned threads gave off smoke. Her hair was strangely fine, and it was then I noticed the metallic beads at the end of her locks. I felt mana radiate off them even from as far away as I was. "I won''t apologize; it''s not my place. But are you okay?" Eodyne laughed, and it almost disturbed me. She never laughed so loudly, and the fact that she paused to spit up blood didn''t help. "I am fine. For him to breach my defences despite his tier, is amazing enough. Did you feed him mana?" I nodded. "Thank you. Such an exchange would have been celebrated in my village. Rarely does the Exchange of Sparks involve a spirit that strong." My ears tickled as I heard the weird inflection of her voice. When she spoke the ceremony''s name, she had done it in her native tongue. "Don''t expect it again. His pain was my pain," I tried to keep the growl out of my voice, but it came through despite my efforts. Eodyne bowed and sat down as she got into a meditative position. ¨¢ine joined her on her shoulder and sent mana into her body. Sighing, I watched the others get up and dust themselves off. They looked as bewildered as I felt. Poor Arturous'' fur was blown out, making him into a giant fluff ball. I chuckled and summoned Zharia. "Alright, Zharia, Sturmrorex made a mess, so let''s get the camp back together." "I''ll peck him later!" Zharia replied. And I chuckled again as I helped rebuild the campfire. Chapter 7: Wacky Encounter in a New City It took us several days, but we stopped at a village along the way and found a merchants'' caravan heading for the capital. With the promise of protection, we hitched a ride and rode the rest of our journey to Solara. The guard duty was laughably chill, and the most dangerous thing was a random pack of birds that ran through camp and disturbed the cook. It was easy to chase away the strange birds back into the forest. Once we were a day away, Eodyne forced me off the relaxing floor of the wagon we were in and took me into the woods for more running practice. Sereza joined, so I wasn''t alone in my misery. Though, as I later found out, she was built for stamina a lot more than I was. Still, I got to cheat with ¨¢ine till I was called out and forced to share her healing. It was all in good fun, and Sereza actually learned from Eodyne during the hours-long exercise. By the end, we returned to the caravan and did an hour of guard duty before we settled for the night. Come morning, we repeated the exercise early and continued till we neared the city gates. With the capital being so close, we skipped lunch in favour of entering the city where the merchants could get real food in the comfort of their own homes. I thanked ¨¢ine and returned her to my soulspace. Looking up, I stared at the massive white gates and took it in. The city was beautiful from afar. I saw a grand kingdom sitting upon a mountain and couldn''t help but stare. I had expected something amazing, but not what I saw. Helio was a big city; it wasn''t beautiful, but it had the allure of being well-organized. Solara, though? It looked like I had truly stepped into a fantasy world. The city was enormous. It expanded for miles, and I couldn''t keep my eyes away from the towering castle on top of the mountain. It looked like where I''d find an ancient wizard king and his infinite armies. Below, on the street level view, it was a lively city filled with action. You could see people of all shapes and colours. In the far corner, a band of bird beastkin were using skills to play instruments while casting illusions. On the left, a waiter casually used a fire manipulation skill to light all the candles on the table. Everything here is enchanting. I''ve stepped into a fairytale. "Beautiful, isn''t it?" Seraza prodded. "Sure is. There is nothing like this where I''m from." "Where''s that?" "I''ll tell you someday." She rolled her eyes, and I shrugged half-apologetically. I might reveal my origins to her one day, but that was not today. "Alright, we can stop here. At the gate, show your badges, and you''ll be fine. Cyrus, don''t react when the guard goes to scan you. It''s a safety precaution, nothing more. Since it only checks for active mind mana, it will reveal nothing else," Eodyne explained. "What happens if you are found having a mental skill?" My thoughts went to Teddy and his passive. He said it was fine, but I was curious as to how they''d react. Surely, some of the adventurers or people had mental skills. The entire branch of magic seemed far too useful to ignore. Even the ban felt excessive if I thought the upper echelon followed the same scrutiny and rules the common folk did. "If you are an adventurer, they''d call the guild representative to verify your status sheet. If you were a normal person, like a merchant or traveller? You''d be taken to the side, asked some questions, and then proceed from there." "Alrighty, then. Are we waiting here or rejoining the caravan?" "Let''s relax for now. Our protection detail ended the moment the city came into view because no one officially hired us to escort the caravan." I didn''t have to be told twice. I summoned my chair and relaxed. In truth, I wasn''t exhausted. My new passive skill was putting in the work, but I wanted to keep up appearances. If Eodyne discovered she could push me even further, I''d soon find myself crawling through the city gates, hands bloodstained and raw. I like being able to use my legs. ___________________________________________________ "Reason for entry?" the guardsman asked. Much like the guards in Helios, they wore metal armor. However, their armor was obviously of higher quality than that of the Helios guards. Instead of basic plate, they had engravings etched into the top right shoulder and breastplate. I even saw a two-line enchantment on the shaft of the guard''s spear. "Returning home. No longer than a three-week stay," Teddy replied. The guard maintained a neutral look and waited till his partner brought out a small metal box. "Will you submit for scanning?" Teddy agreed and let the other guard approach. The man pressed down his thumb, pinky, and ring finger to activate the small device. It gave off a low thrum and rose into the air before sending out a small, grey ray of light. It circled Teddy from head to toe, scanning every inch of his body. When finished, it let out a low chime and returned to the guardsman''s palm. The first guardsman frowned. "You have a mind skill. Do you mind stating it, adventurer?" Teddy didn''t verbally respond, but the guardsman got a far-away look one got from looking at a system prompt. When his eyes regained focus, he nodded once and stepped to the side. "You may enter. Do not cause trouble, nor bring it with you. Welcome to Solara." He pivoted to face Celanae, who was next in line. "Next!" Like that, we all got in line and waited our turn. There was a brief pause when Sereza stepped up, and I saw her shoulders drop when the guardsman started asking questions. Not liking this. Nothing came of it, though, because they let her through about a minute later. Eventually, it was my turn to get scanned, and I walked forward. The guardsman''s eyes widened as he saw me and then glanced to where Sereza stood. Sereza said nothing, so he turned and properly faced me. "Reason for entering?" "I''m with the group ahead of me. Planning to stay for the same duration," I replied. His eyes twitched, and I saw a subtle frown peek at the corners of his mouth. Thankfully, he said nothing as the other guardsman approached with the scanning device. I remained motionless as the device powered up and initiated its scan. At first, things were normal. It sent out a ray of grey light that washed over my body. Gradually, the light formed a ring that spiraled upward, starting from my toes. The device started acting weird once it scanned my head. It rotated once, then twice, and finally, after five rotations, made a sharp chime sound that morphed into a series of sputtering low dings. When it dropped into the surprised guardsman''s palm, there was a moment of silence before the two guards had both weapons aimed at my throat. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. I felt tempted to find out who would win: my claws or their blades. Although my anger wanted me to rip out their throats, I reigned it in and gave the alert guardsmen an impassive stare. "Explain yourself!" I just knew something stupid was going to happen. The others approached, and the guards yelled for them to stop. Before I looked away, I saw Isaac slip into Teddy''s shadow before anyone noticed. At least there''s a backup plan. I looked the first guardsman in the eye. "And what is the problem?" "What did you do to the scanner?" His tone was hostile, and the blade he had raised to my neck made it very tempting to cut loose. "I did nothing. Scan again." He nodded to the other guard, and he activated the device. Except when the device approached me, it vibrated before returning to the guard''s hand without having scanned me. "Quit the games. If you would prefer not to submit to the scan, we can have a talk at the guardhouse. Do not mess with the device." It wasn''t exactly a screaming demand, but I disliked the tone of his voice. I was saved from saying something stupid when Teddy walked up. "Is there a problem?" "Stay out of this. Your friend is tampering with the scanning device." I felt mana subtly activate around the guard''s pocket, and I leaned into the spear blade. The metal cut into my neck, and I let the blood drip down my throat. "Whatever it is you activated, I''d prefer this idiocy ends." I pulled away and stood with my arms crossed. "I''m not doing anything to the device. It might be my passive skill." The guardsman stared at the pink coating his blade in shock before regaining his composure. He readjusted his grip on his spear and squared his shoulders. "Send me your skill info." I glanced to Teddy, who sighed and dropped his head. He held up a hand between the guard and me. "Wait a moment." "Step aside, th-" Teddy made a metal pin appear in his hand. I couldn''t see the front of the pin because it faced away from me. Whatever it was, the guard dropped his spear and straightened up. His head lowered into a stiff bow, and the guard next to him followed suit. "My apologies, sir Lightcrest. Forgive us for the misunderstanding." Teddy made the pin disappear. "Raise your heads." He waited till both guards were looking at him before he continued. "Keep my entrance a secret. Neither me nor my friends were here." "Yes, sir!" I followed Teddy into the city while glancing back at the guards. The first guard left his weapon on the ground and waited till I was officially through the gate''s frame before he reached down to grab it. He never turned his head to watch us leave and then resumed questioning the caravan people behind us as if nothing happened. I turned to Teddy and gave him a curious look as he hopped onto Arturous. He sighed again and shook his head. "I don''t like mentioning my status. Nor do I like abusing it in that way. But there are perks of being a noble. And we couldn''t afford for them to start questioning who you are, Cyrus." "I suppose not. Though, I think you guys have a weird expectation of things." Isaac stuck his head out of Arturous''s shadow, revealing only his neck and face. "You''re joking, right? Your god almost killed us just because he was angry. And it wasn''t even directed at us!" I tried to retort, but Celanae threw a rag and a flask of water at me, causing me to stumble. "Clean up. I understand ¨¢ine can heal whatever damage you receive, but we''re in civilization now. Walking around with blood dripping down your shirt is not acceptable." I held up both hands. "Fine, fine. Calm down." I actually forgot that I was bleeding. Huh. I quickly summoned ¨¢ine and hid her in my cloak as she healed me. I had ruined the shirt, but now we were in the capital. Finally, I could meet Teddy''s tailor friend. After wiping away as much blood as possible, I shrugged at the pink-stained shirt. At least it''s not crimson. Much to Celanae''s annoyance, we continued our way through the city road. Surprisingly, Sereza stayed with us the entire time. I thought she would have left by now, but she said nothing as we continued our trek through the city. I wanted to ask her why she looked uncertain, but she seemed deep in thought, and it wasn''t my business. Instead, I let the city ambiance grab my attention and enjoyed the sights. There were a lot of buildings using simple enchantments, and the citizens treated them as if they were perfectly normal. Which, in hindsight, it most likely was. As we ascended, the crowd began to thin out. The attire of those around us grew more elaborate, indicating we were moving through a distinct part of the city. I saw cloaks in bright colours and some made of silky-looking fur. It was funny seeing the peacockery on display. It all felt like the people here were trying too hard. "It''s because they are," Sereza said as she stared at a particular brightly dressed fellow wearing what looked like two hats. "These people aren''t the true rich, so they substitute the lack of money and power by pretending to be more important than they really are." "Not surprised, but I hear a little heat in your voice. Is there a story there?" I replied. "No. Not really. But I became an adventurer so I could get away from people like this." "It''s disgraceful. They should all wear more black." Isaac butt in. "I agree," Eodyne added. The rest of the party stared at the two members, who stood out like a sore thumb, wearing black clothes and leather. "Right... Eh, I like the colours. Once I get some clothes made from that tailor, I''ll finally have something other than grey and black to wear." Sereza chuckled and then stopped as we were about to pass through a metal gate leading to an upward, spiraling road. "This is my stop. I''m sure my father already knows I''ve arrived. He always does." I stopped and summoned my trickster''s bag. "Some snacks for the road?" She smiled and reached in. Her haul came to one popcorn ball, a bag of unbranded chocolate bonbons, and a pack of gum. "Not a bad haul. Careful with the gum; make sure not to swallow it." "Gum? Never heard of it before." She stored the candy in a pouch inside her jacket and offered a hand. I clasped her wrist, and she stepped away. "I''ll send a letter when I secure the meeting. You still want to meet the others?" "Hells yeah. Take care." She gave a tight smile and walked off. I watched her go until she disappeared into the small crowd, chatting before a large stall. Good luck with daddy dearest. I hope he''s not an arse. A part of me felt concerned about the fellow felkin, but it wasn''t my business to meddle. Besides, she was a big girl who could handle herself. Shaking off the mental baggage, we continued. It took us nearly an hour before we reached the supposed final gate. At this point, we were well above the city and on one of the cliffs leading up to the castle on top of the mountain. The air was clear, and you could see for miles on end. The vista took my breath away. I took a moment to enjoy the awe. But then the elation faded--leaving me feeling strangely hollow. Frowning, I tried to shake off the odd feeling. Turning to the group, I forced a smile, "So, which mansion is yours?" Teddy patted Arturous''s side and pointed to the brightest house on the far side beside the cliff''s edge. In bright blue and white, it contrasted with the other houses covered in white and gold. Isaac slid over and placed a hand next to his mouth as he leaned in for a whisper. "Be prepared. His parents are nothing like Teddy. Don''t be surprised at their touchiness; they reaaaally like to hug." He slid away and stared at the house with a shudder. Oookay... Teddy dismounted Arturous and headed towards the house. While Igas and Celanae trailed behind with upright postures and smiles, Eodyne and Isaac marched as if heading to their doom. My curiosity about Mr. and Mrs. Lightcrest grew. Teddy placed his hand on the metal gate, and I felt mana activate around the fence structure before it swung open with a soft chime. The initial chime gave way to a cascade of notes, growing louder and harmonizing into a full song. As soon as everyone stepped inside the fence, a foreboding chime sounded as the gate slammed shut. Teddy dropped into a defensive stance as Arturous raised his head to unleash a deep growl. Celanae and Igas laughed while Edoyne and Isaac sunk lower as they stood. A strange surge of mana pulsed in front of us, followed by a blinding flash of light. Something heavy crashed into the ground near Arturous, and a roar escaped the bear''s throat. The spots in my eyes faded away, and I paused to watch as a smiling couple embraced Teddy and his soulbond in a hug. A giant bear should not be lifted in the air and spun around like a puppy. What''s happening? The man and woman pair put them down and came together as they held each other. "My boy, handsome as always!" the woman exclaimed. Arturous licked the man''s legs, keeping one of the man''s hands busy rubbing his head while his left arm wrapped around the woman''s hip. They wore plain, simple clothing, but blindfolds covered both of their eyes. The man sported a black cloth strip across his eyes, and the woman had a gold plate masking hers. Yet, despite their apparent "blindness," they keenly followed everyone''s movements. "I''m happy to see you, my boy!" The man turned to where Isaac and Eodyne were skulking before turning to me. I felt a subtle probe of mana poke at my skin, but I ignored it. For some reason, that made the man smiler wider. "Honey, dear. The others must be feeling so left out." The woman said the sentence with a smile that never left her face. "Ah, you are right, dear. Let us fix that right away!" Igas and Celanae held out their arms, received hugs, got lifted and spun around, and then found themselves gently placed next to Teddy and Arturous. Then, the couple began stalking toward the hesitant team members. "Isaac!" "Eodyne!" Isaac''s foot began to sink into the ground. However, with a simple raise of her finger, the woman illuminated the earth with a white light, casting soft gold hues that made the soil gleam brilliantly. The woman wagged her finger. "Nephew! Don''t be silly." Isaac remained stone-cold as the duo lifted him and Eodyne into the air. Once finished, they crazy pair placed their hands on their hips in perfect sync. And then they turned towards me. "A new friend? Well, welcome to our home!" The woman declared. They turned towards each other and grinned before snapping their heads my way. It seems I''ve underestimated the weirdness. I''m so sorry, Isaac. Chapter 8: Meet The Parents After being swept up in a big hug, twirled around, and eventually returned to the earth, Teddy''s parents ushered us inside. It was hilarious to see the doors stretch open to fit Arturous'' massive body before comically shrinking back to a normal human-sized entrance. The inside was almost as fantastical as the parents. While clean and orderly, there was a splash of chaos thrown into the mix that disrupted the whole thing. Oddly, this blend of order and chaos enhanced the room''s overall ambiance. Before long, we were seated around a very comfortable living room where the couches practically melted around your body. It''s not as comfortable as Cal''s couch, though. After everyone had been seated, both parents sat on an opposite loveseat and faced all of us, visibly bouncing with excitement. The two were surreal to watch. They bounced to their own tune and openly displayed their comfort and affection towards each other. The smiles never left their faces, and they seemed high on life. Teddy cleared his throat. "Mother, father. Why are you two wearing blindfolds?" Both of their smiles split wide. His mother looked to his dad, and there was a pause as they silently communicated. Like robots in perfect sync, they snapped their heads toward us and reached back to undo their blindfolds. When the knot came undone, I felt the previously contained mana appear and radiate out of them. The others in the room stiffened and began to breathe slower. I was unaffected, even if I could feel the dangerous amount of mana stored within the two humans. There was no mistaking it. They were both tier three. Closing my eyes, I dived into the feeling of the mana as it touched my skin and let the impression overtake me. Blinding radiance illuminated the day in gold. It banished the darkness as warm and embracing light burned like the sun to those considered foes. Each ray that touched the water''s edge scattered to the ends of the world to blaze a path forward. I tasted sunlight and felt its warmth fill my limbs. In the corners, outside the protective calm, the gentle rays turned into vengeful beams of light that sought to scorch the earth. I exited the daydream and moved on to the second type of mana radiating from the two. My psyche sank deep, and I let it fill my thoughts. It was the opposite of the sun''s light. The scattering light met the crashing waves that shook the earth. Mighty tides surged with untamed power, their waves crashing like the fists of titans. They swept away all weakness, their force both relentless and invigorating. Each wave that collided with the shore roared its defiance, sending ripples to the farthest reaches of the ocean, creating a raging torrent in its wake. The water was sweet and refreshing, cooling my muscles and soothing my parched throat. It was neither warm nor cold but a peaceful neutral. Even as the tsunamis threatened to drown the world around me, I floated, safe and protected. I opened my eyes and found his mom and dad staring at me. The father had eyes of the deepest blue that swirled continuously like a whirlpool. And the mother had eyes of pure gold that glowed visibly in the lit room. Their blindfolds were off, and I could see why they had kept them on. Both their eyes drew your attention and made it hard to look away. From a quick glance around the room, the others struggled under the pressure, though not nearly as much as they did under Brelten''s suppression. Beyond the glowing eyes, I saw a physical change that wasn''t there before they removed their covering. Along the edges of the father''s hair, his hair floated gently as if carried by a bobbing wave. While the mother''s already blonde hair had turned gold, the strands looked metallic and shiny. "Well? What do you think?" his mother asked. "Am I more handsome than ever?" his dad asked. They struck a pose, and both of them flexed their muscles. Teddy''s dad filled out his shirt as it suddenly became too tight, and the mother displayed an impressive set of her own that rivaled Eodyne''s. Teddy sighed while Isaac groaned. Surprisingly, even Eodyne''s mouth hinted at a smile while Igas and Celanae shared equally wide grins. I wasn''t sure how to feel, so I maintained an amused smile and watched as the parental pair retied their blindfolds. "So you did it, you crossed into the third tier?" Celanae asked, notebook already in hand. "Indeed we did! The last rift provided enough energy to push us through the threshold." "And so we have ascended! Our power grows ever stronger! Each time they spoke, it felt like a comedic duo constantly reinforcing each other, never missing a beat. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. "Does Uncle Brelten and Uncle Allaron know? Or are we the first to find out," Teddy asked. The father roared with laughter, and his mother touched her cheek. "Oh son, of course you are the first to know! How could we not share the news with our precious boy!" Another sigh came, but the others ignored it to offer their congratulations. Having known these people for less than an hour, I felt like the odd duck out, but they made me feel welcomed. "Auntie, Uncle. Are you planning on making a scene?" Isaac cut in. "Ah, dearest nephew, of course we are." "Your father has been acting rather uptight lately. What better way to loosen the spear up his ass than to disrupt his party?" Isaac leaned forward. "What party?" Instead of answering, Teddy''s father snapped his fingers, and a plane of water appeared about my height and Iga''s width. His mother also raised her hand and snapped as the image of a fancy-looking invitation appeared. Adorned with brilliant gold filigree, it featured silver script on black paper. The invitation displayed a time for a party happening in a week and surprised me with its simplicity. I expected promises of world-rocking entertainment, but it was short and sweet instead. Isaac leaned back in his chair, and I saw shadows begin to lash the ground at his feet. "He''s planning on revealing something at the party." "Most likely, dear. Knowing Aliistaire, he''ll be holding another second event that he''ll announce during the party. He does love his showmanship." "My offer to beat him up stands, Isaac." Teddy''s dad declared. He flexed his bicep, which earned a few groans from the group. "Just say the word." "Please don''t. I already swore to myself not to prove father right." "Rest assured, we shall steal the spotlight from his grand reveal." "And ruffle some feathers while we''re at it." They spent the rest of the day regaling us with tales of their time in the rift, a doozy of a puzzle rift where they had to survive in a death labyrinth for over two years. The time difference meant that only four months had passed in the real world while they had the time to train and meditate in the extended rift. Their breakthrough called for a small celebration and required an official report to the adventurers'' guild as well as the rest of the nobles. Tier three was a big deal to the kingdom as it meant another ascender who could protect against the deadliest of threats. They seem strong, but how much stronger is Brelten? Eventually, a servant came in and declared dinner ready, so we went into the dining room to eat. The room was just as silly as the last, with a large round table instead of a long rectangle and chairs made in different designs and materials positioned at the table''s edge. We ate the served food with gusto. Teddy''s parents ignored the proper eating decorum I''d expect from nobles, so we ate and conversed at the same time. They included me in the discussion, and I had to give an abridged version of everything so far. I skipped over certain parts, and they, thankfully, didn''t pry. In the end, they treated me like one of the group, and I got to spend the rest of the night relaxing. I don''t feel so hollow. The moment the thought popped into my head, some of my joy faded, but I distracted my tired brain with more delicious food. It didn''t completely help, but it made it easier to get through the meal. After finishing dinner, we followed Nathan and Anastasia to the back of the house, where a plain, undecorated door stood in stark contrast to the rest of the home''s riot of colors and clashing styles. Without a single embellishment or edge, the door would have been entirely forgettable if not for its dull brown color. "Why are we heading to the armoury?" Teddy asked, patting Arturous'' rump as the bear lumbered off deeper into the mansion. Nathan turned around and held up a wooden key. "My boy, we have returned from a two-year-long rift. You think we''d leave without robbing the place of valuables?" Nathan turned away and pushed the key into the lock on the door. The wood melted away and became glowing red crystal that blazed with golden runes. When he turned the key, a series of chimes rang out, similar to the ones at the gate. The key then got sucked into the crystal, and the door swung open. Strangely enough, despite its obvious enchantment, the door lacked mana. The runes were in foreign script and shared a distinct pointy style with sharp lines, rather than the swirling freeform most runes were in. Nathan held the door for Anastasia and followed behind her after she walked in. One by one, we entered the room and were treated to a hoarder''s treasure trove. Everything from shiny cloth to colourful rocks, all the way to extremely large halberds, could be seen amongst the clutter. The only thing missing were chests filled to the brim with gold and jewels. "This is even bigger than the last haul," Igas commented as he struggled to lift one of the halberds. When he leaned to one side and knocked over a pile of neatly stacked books, he left the halberd alone and ignored the glare from Celanae. Anastasia disappeared in a streak of light and returned a couple of seconds later. In her hands was an ornate silver chest encrusted with diamonds. "Something good?" Teddy asked. His parents shared a grin before activating a skill and conjured a banner made of flowing water lit up by golden script. On the banner, the words scrolled in a loop: ''The Secret Surprise # 13.'' Anastasia knocked over a neatly stacked collection of gemstones and plopped the chest on the freshly cleared mountain of loot. "This is probably the third! No... wait... the fifth!.... uh," "The ninth best thing, dear," Nathan supplied. "Ah, yes." She struck a pose and motioned to the chest. "The ninth best thing you could find inside a rift!" Do I want to know the other eight things ahead of it? A glance at the wilting faces of some of the others told me no. I didn''t. After deactivating the skills and making the banner disappear, they straightened up. Moving behind the chest, they each placed a hand on a clasp and lifted it slowly, in unison. "To find one alone would be enough of a celebration," Anastasia began. "But to find two? Worth a night of revelry," Nathan continued. "Except, we found three! And that''s worth a festival of fun!" they exclaimed together, lifting the lid of the chest to unveil what sat inside. On a cushioned pillow sat three small orbs, prismatic in color. These perfectly smooth spheres shifted through colors like a strobe light, each pulse unveiling a new shade and hue. The others gasped, and Celanae''s notebook nearly fell to the floor. "They''re pretty, but what are they?" I asked to break the silence. The looks of outrage and disbelief on everyone''s faces made me take a step back. Celanae looked genuinely hurt by my lack of knowledge. Thankfully, Teddy''s father took pity on me and gently grabbed one of the spheres. The stone flared in his hand yet stayed a simple crystal as he lifted it into the light. "This, Cyrus, is an evolution stone. Regardless of the skill''s tier, this crystal will bump it up to tier four. It''s probably one of the kingdom''s rarest and most coveted items," he explained. "Oh." That''s a bit underwhelming. Even as I had that thought, the others stared transfixed at the orb. Only Isaac glanced my way, glared, mouthed ''ungrateful,'' and then turned back to examine the shiny sphere. Chapter 9: New Digs "You and Teddy are ungrateful brats who can''t appreciate the majesty of those items." Isaac pointed to Teddy, who was scratching Arturous'' fur. "At least he knows what those orbs mean for the kingdom!" I shrugged and leaned back. "It''s not like I can''t understand why they are amazing. It''s just that I don''t care. They don''t affect me in the slightest, so I''m good." "And that is why you are ungrateful. Someone like Uncle B at tier three getting the chance to upgrade their skill? Or even the king? Too important to waste." Does that mean they automatically confiscate the orbs? What incentives exist for people to hand them over? "Hey, the guild doesn''t answer to the kingdom, right?" Celanae frowned. "No, they usually keep themselves a separate entity. They follow the rules and restrictions of the kingdom, but officially, it doesn''t answer to Solunaria." "Alright, so that means any public record of your skills would be kept private. And since the guild doesn''t answer to the kingdom, only they would know if your skill suddenly evolved. So what prevents people from using the orbs themselves or selling it?" "Ah, that''s what you mean. Well, the answer is nothing. These things are nearly impossible to acquire, and when they appear, most adventurers use them immediately. Sometimes, the promise of fame and money will stop the item from being used, but that''s a harder sell than most people think." "Because adventurers are people obsessed with power, and to ascend requires one to become stronger than they already are." "Exactly." It made sense. Even the allure of gold would be a hard trade for direct power. If you were able to acquire something that''d stay with you for the rest of your immortal life, then why wouldn''t you go for it? You can always make more gold, and respect can be fleeting. For the rest of the night, we relaxed and enjoyed ourselves again in the comfort of civilization. The guest room provided to me for the rest of our stay in the capital was just as nice as the inn in Helio. The room was a bizarre mix of purples and greens with yellow gloworbs lining the ceiling. Thankfully, the bed was normal, and I let the soft pillows take me to dreamland. Come morning, I woke up and enjoyed another delicious breakfast with the rest of the house. Nathan and Anastasia were exhausting but refreshing. How did you stay normal, Teddy? "So, Cyrus. Isaac let slip that you have a cute, new familiar," Anastasia started. "And we''ve been dying to meet them!" Nathan finished. I closed my mouth and wiped it away with the napkin on the table. "Sure, but be warned, his personality is a little strong. He''s sti-" My words died when I noticed the blindfolded couple grin with excitement. Never mind, these two will love Sturmrorex. I pushed my chair back and stood up to move a few feet away. With a thread of mana connected to my skill, I let the skill activate. Sturmrorex appeared in a gust of wind, just like I knew he would. He shot upwards and raised his head high. "You have called the great Sturmrorex!" The others snickered, and my eye twitched. "Sturmrorex, come down here and say hello." He complied, but he used some mana to flare tiny tendrils of lightning down his scales. It was incredibly showy. Admittedly, he did look cool with the lightning, and his magic was harmless to me as he wrapped himself around my neck like a scarf. "Greetings, humans. I am Sturmrorex." Teddy''s parents made a squealing noise and clapped their hands. "Oh, your scales are such a lovely shade of blue! And that mane is so vibrant!" Anastasia complimented. "And the lightning and wind? Such a fine display of creative thinking. You should add a fine water mist in the air so your lightning can jump around. It''ll really add to the ''Wow Factor'' of your entrance," Nathan added. Through the connection, I felt Sturmrorex''s bafflement, along with a touch of embarrassment. Are they too much for the dragon? That''d be funny. Sturmorex nodded as he followed Nathan''s advice. A fine mist appeared around my head, and the lightning began to fork and split across the cloud. It does look cool. "This is excellent! Thank you, humans, for the suggestion. What are your names? I must remember them." "Sturmrorex, you already know their names." He turned towards me, lightning tickling my nose. "It is for respect. I have given my name, and they shall give theirs. I will forever remember them by learning their names directly." That was surprisingly thought out. I let Sturmrorex distract Teddy''s parents for the rest of the morning as I coordinated with Celanae. Thankfully, the little dragon was a perfect match for the two. The thing that didn''t go unnoticed was how they treated my familiar. They spoke to him directly and used his name, treating him like a person. It was a subtle, small detail that I noticed whenever people referred to my spirits. It made my opinion of the two even higher than before. They seemed like genuinely good people. When it was time to leave, I had to wait because Sturmrorex wanted to hear the end of the story. Anastasia and Nathan were regaling him with a tale about their rift delve that forced them into the roles of ruling monarchs. It lasted over a year inside the rift and sounded like a nightmare. The amount of backstabbing and political intrigue would have made me burn the kingdom to ash if I had to endure it for a whole year. As the tale came to an end, Sturmrorex''s mind was buzzing with thoughts. I tried to ignore the flashing images of him in different positions, wrapped around a large castle. In some of those images, the castle was a stereotypical fantasy castle in white and blue; other times, it was a dark wizard''s spire that crackled with lightning. "Do you plan on ruling a kingdom?" "For a time. You will be the grand ruler, and I shall be the king of my kingdom. When we ascend to godhood, we must be prepared. Our subjects will need to fear and respect our majesty!" I chuckled and followed Celanae to the door. "You''re right; our kingdom''s aesthetics will be very important. I''ll be trusting you to steer me in the right direction." "Of course." This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. I hugged the dragon and returned him to my soulspace. As much as I enjoyed having my familiar''s company, he''d raise too many questions for a simple trip through the city. Then again, considering the outfits on display in the district below us, I could probably pass him off as an exotic scarf. "Only the finest of enchantments will give such realistic movements!" I laughed to myself and exited the bizarre mansion. Except for Teddy, who was staying back to enjoy time with his parents, the entire gang was heading into the city for one thing or another. Celanae was my guide for the day, and I''d get to meet the tailor they used. It took us nearly an hour of moving through the busy street to arrive at a small shop tucked into the corner of the noble district. Some assholes had crashed into another asshole sparking a whole fiasco that ended in a very amusing but exhausting shouting match between two idiots. "Are you sure they''re not all like that? Everyone seemed invested. The one lady dropped her weird pudding cup to point and laugh," I said. Celanae sighed. "It''s... hard to explain. But yes, most nobles aren''t like that, just the ones who spend their lives socializing in the square. They''re all sycophants and socialites who spend their days trying to get enough social respect to be important." "That''s sad." "To an adventurer, maybe. For them, it could mean anything. Their clothes are a business expense, and the time spent making connections is an investment. Even something as wasteful as stopping to gossip during an overblown fight is a calculated action." "I''ve always hated politics, even in the old world. The backstabbing, conniving, plans on plans, the inability to know if someone likes you or are they using you? Sounds tiring as fuck." "It is. It''s why I''m adventuring for as long as I can. Thankfully, my father understands the need to distance oneself from that chaos." She sighed and gave me a strange look. "But you know, Cyrus, you should prepare yourself." "Wait, why?" "A single look at your status sheet is enough to answer that question. I''m sure Uncle Brelten warned you about your ''you know what'' when you met him." "He did, and I thought he was mostly joking." She laughed and shook her head. "Not in the slightest. Teddy and his parents have been fending off the marriage requests for a while now. Luckily, we stay in the capital seldomly enough, and his parents are always off to adventure themselves. I''m sure he''s going through a mountain of marriage proposal letters as we speak. There is always a pile when we return." "And he can''t simply toss them into the fire?" "Nope. Maybe a few, but Teddy has to play nice. Such is the burden of being a Lightcrest." "Hold on, Teddy isn''t a true noble, though. Right? I thought Dawnbornes like Isaac were the nobles." Celanae pushed open the shop''s door and began walking inside. "Yes, but Teddy''s mother is Isaac''s aunt. She is a Dawnborne, even if she gave up the name. And Lightcrests are almost still nobles since they have an official surname." The entire conversation was starting to hurt my head. It was wise to know the finer details of things, but I didn''t care for them at the present day. I wonder if Cal has a last name. I should ask him. With another thing added to my ''Ask Cal list,'' I took in what the little shop displayed along the walls. At first, I thought I had stepped into a modern clothing store. After a second look, I realized that what I had mistaken for modern items were actually enchanted items mimicking that appearance. The sewing machine was slightly off, and I saw runes lining the needle attached to it. I knew the black thread connecting the gloworbs I had mistaken for lightbulbs wasn''t necessary to keep them on the walls. Beyond the room''s design, the real star of the show were the outfits. Some were simple and snazzy, while others were more intricate and detailed, like the long mesh dress on the wall. "I''ll be with you in a moment." Celanae stood patiently as she admired a dress made of deep blue silk. I had little time to look around before the owner of the voice appeared. I blinked a few times. She was an elf but unlike any of the people I''ve seen before. Her skin was a muted shade of lavender, while her hair was pure white. She looks sad. Her outfit was beautiful, and she looked amazing herself, but she looked sad. When she saw that she had customers, she tried to smile, but it didn''t reach her eyes. "Welcome to the-" She stopped and had enough time to stare as Celanae leaned forward in a hug. "Celanae?!" This time, when she smiled, it was one of real joy. Her eyes lit up, and her whole demeanor changed. "Noira! It''s good to see you," Celanae responded as she ended the hug. "When did you get back?" Noira asked, still flustered. "Surely not today?" "Oh no, we arrived yesterday. Spent the time with Teddy''s parents. You know how they are." "Oh, yes. They''re not here with you, right? You wouldn''t do that to me." Celanae laughed. "No, they are not here. But I brought a new customer instead." I waved hello and introduced myself. "Hello, I''m Cyrus." The woman''s face changed entirely, and she straightened her outfit before standing straight. She held out her hand. "Hello, Cyrus. I''m Noira. Are you a friend of Celanae''s?" "I''d hope so. It''d be worrying if I wasn''t." Her face drooped in concern. And I quickly corrected myself. "Yes, the answer is yes. Nice to meet you." She resumed her smile and motioned to the outfits in the shop. "I have plenty to browse through that I can resize. If those are of no interest to you, I can have anything made in a day or two." I wasn''t concerned about how much it''d take to get a custom order, so I decided to splurge. With a thought, one of my drawing journals appeared in my hand, and I flipped it to the page containing the clothes I wanted. It was simple stuff, merely hoodies and pants from Earth. As fun as it was to wear fantasy-style clothing, I missed the comfort of a good hoodie. And if I could get a high-end, handmade hoodie? Even better. I handed over the notebook, and she began studying the design. Her expression changed again, and she seemed wholly consumed by what she saw. "Interesting..." That was all she said for the next five minutes. I looked to Celanae, but she smiled and kept silent. With a shrug, I waited for the seamstress to finish. Another five minutes passed while she ignored us. When she finally snapped out of her hyperfocus, she blinked a few times and turned to face me. "This, right here." She pointed to my design of a hoodie with a zipper. "What do you call it?" "Uhm, a hoodie with a zipper?" She frowned and then flipped through my journal again before setting it down and facing me. "Do you want all these made?" "Yes, but for the hoodies and the jackets, I''d like one in black and another in a different colour, preferably red or blue." "Do you know what kind of material you want? The price will change depending on that." This time, I shrugged. I had zero information on what was available to me. "Not sure, what could you do with forty gold?" Both Celanae and Noira froze and stared at me with a strange look. "Cyrus... when did you get that much gold?" Celanae asked. She pulled out a journal and flipped to a page I was sure kept track of my general information. "You didn''t have nearly that much before you entered the rift." "About that¡ªapparently, when the chosen of a goddess decides you deserve a reward, you get one, whether you want it or not." "Cyrus, how much did you receive?" In response, I summoned a massive sack of coins. "I''m not sure, but I know it''s over forty. A few gemstones were inside, but I''m saving those to eat later." "Did you say you were going to eat the gemstones?" Noira half-stated-half-asked. Celanae was busy writing down new numbers while glaring at the bag of coins. Ignoring Celanae''s weird obsession with data-gathering, I turned to Noira. "Is that too little or too much gold? I''m not sure what the general price is for clothing. Honestly, I''d never spend that much on clothes, especially in my current line of work, but I miss wearing things familiar." Noira shook herself and frowned at the sack of coins. "No, no. That''s a lot of money to drop on an outfit¡ªespecially something you''ll use for everyday wear. However, you want several pieces made, so let me clarify real quick. You want four hoodies with the weird closing mechanism, two hoodies without it, two leather jackets, and four pairs of pants in a ''baggy but not too loose'' kind of material?" "That''d be correct." She frowned again. She does that a lot. "I think I have two materials on hand that''d work for that, but I''m not sure I have enough. My clientele usually prefers fancy-looking without destituting themselves for something they''d toss aside in a week. I take it you want stuff that''d hold up as an adventurer?" "Preferably, but it wouldn''t be the worst if it didn''t. I could always keep it as casual wear outside of adventuring gear. With that said, if you have the material to make it useable in both settings, I''ll pay extra." I stared at the sack of coins that I didn''t want. "I''m not strapped for cash." I realized as soon as I said that both Celanae and Noira''s ears twitched at the word cash. A few days ago, during a conversation with Sereza, I found out that my English words were jarring to the Inorians the same way Eodyne''s native tongue scratched my ears. Noira looked like she wanted to ask something, so I put on a smile. "You can ask me anything. If I don''t want to answer, I simply won''t." Her eyes widened but returned to normalcy after a second. She glanced at Celanae, who gave her a subtle nod. "I think forty gold will be too much, but I''m not sure about the materials'' price. And your designs are great, but... would you like me to improve them?" She seemed ready to flinch away as if I''d lash out at her for suggesting my designs were boring. She appeared not quite skittish, but a lack of confidence was definitely there. "If you keep them relatively the same, sure. I''m assuming you meant how plain they are?" "Yes. Sorry. I can weave some simple enchantments into the cloth with some of the materials used. It''ll cost more money, but it''ll come with a self-mending feature and tear resistance." "Magic clothing? Hells yeah. Use the full budget if you need it. I''ll gladly spend money on comfortable clothing." She lost some of her skittishness and brightened at my acceptance. I left precisely forty gold coins on her countertop and promised to come back around noon tomorrow. We hadn''t even left before I caught a glimpse of her skills. Cloth and threads flew through the air at her beck and call, and it was possibly the coolest thing I had seen in the city so far. Magical clothes made by a magic seamstress: pretty cool. Chapter 10: A Talk Turns Troublesome "So what now? What''s your plan now that we''re back in the capital?" I asked as we made our way through the streets. "Visit the library and say hello to a few acquaintances. Now that we''re here, I have a few letters to send back home. After that? Who knows. With Teddy''s parents being home, things can get weird; it''s best to prepare an open schedule," Celanae replied. "They seem like the best kind of fun. Though, I''m surprised they''re only now reaching tier three. Didn''t Brelten adventure with them?" I figured they''d all be ready to get to tier four by now. "Mmm. You forget that they had to take time off to raise their son. They stayed home and became the best parents they could ever be till he was old enough to start adventuring on his own." "And now that they''re tier three, they''ll what? From how it was explained, it sounds like they''ll be slowing down rather than speeding along to tier four." "Is there a reason you assume they can get to tier four?" "I... yeah, I guess I didn''t think about that? But honestly, there is no way they can''t; they don''t seem like the kind of people to stop. And even if they couldn''t, they''d do enough rifts to unlock slots and then tier up." They''re too confident, too sure of themselves. They move like they walk a mile high. I don''t see them stopping, not now or ever. "Yeah, well, don''t assume it''s always the same for everyone you meet. I don''t think I need to remind you of the earth mages incident," she admonished. "Fair, fair. So, will you finally tell me who you are?" Celanae stopped and raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me. What do you mean?" "Please, I''m not dumb. Teddy is a Legacy first-born pseudo-noble, Isaac is a noble, and Eodyne is someone important to her village; I already know from her little chats with you guys. Igas, I have zero idea, maybe a bastard''s son. And then that leaves you; you get strange looks whenever another elf sees you. So again, I ask, who are you?" Well? I shared my secrets, what about you? I didn''t know what came over me, but I knew this was something I wanted answered. For all the prodding and poking about my status and past, they all held their own secrets. She let out a controlled sigh and straightened her back. "If you really want to know, I''ll show you. It''s only fair, given what I know about you." I contemplated it for a long moment but ultimately shook my head. "Nah, that''s fine. If you''re uncomfortable about it, I won''t push. It''s good to know you''re willing to share the details anyway, and that''s enough." She put on a bright smile, and I returned it in kind, but there was a weird tension in the air. The rest of the walk back to the manor was utterly uneventful as we kept small talk to a minimum. Celanae pointed out other buildings and places she recognized throughout the impromptu tour. She had most of the city''s upper region memorized, but new stuff popped in all the time, and unless you spent your everyday life in the city, it''d be impossible to keep track of it all. And every colorful hat and outfit only added to its bizarre charm, even as the sycophants stood out like eyesores in the backdrop. I requested a small break at a nice-smelling stall selling what looked like cream puffs. The saleswoman coated them in red dust that tasted like cinnamon. Before we made our way to Teddy''s house, I asked to stop and sit for a while. It was an amazing view. I saw it yesterday, but the bustle of the new city overwhelmed me more than I thought. Sitting here, relaxing, and enjoying delicious food helped me appreciate the majesty of it all even more. "Hey, thanks," I said. "For what?" Celanae asked. "I don''t know. Taking the time to hang out?" She turned and placed a hand on my arm. "Hey, are you okay?" She searched my eyes, but the no pupils thing made it relatively easy to hide the more common tells in humans. "I''m fine. I mean it. Thank you for the last two months. All of you, really, but you and Teddy the most. You both spent enough time putting up with me." "Cyrus," she said as she shook her head. "We didn''t put up with you. Don''t ever think that." "Fine. You''re right." I stood up and stretched, dusting red dust off my shirt. "Let''s get going. Too noisy out here anyway." This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. She looked uncertain, but she withheld from interrogating me further. Thankfully, the journey was calm and peaceful. When we made it back to the manor, Celanae said her farewells and headed off to do whatever she needed to do. Standing alone, I stared at the metal gate and prepared myself. I placed a hand on the gate and willed mana into its structure. I felt the barest amount get sucked into the metal and down into the ground. A second later, chimes played, and the gate swung open. After two steps inside, the gate swung closed, and I heard a roar of laughter come from inside the mansion. "Ooh, Cyrus, right? Come in! Come in!" Anastasia''s voice rang out. "We have delicious food! The drinks may be poisonous, though!" Nathan''s voice followed. I chuckled and entered the manor. Following the sound of laughter and heavy pounding, I found the two staring at a board game while Teddy sat in the corner, looking crestfallen. I approached the chair and sat down. In front of the Lightcrests was something reminiscent of a chess board, but the pieces were foreign. I watched as Nathan tapped the board, lighting up three diagonal squares that connected to a colorful red marble. The marble lifted into the air and then shot at the adjacent green marble in an explosion of fire. The green marble then lit up in a tiny spark of flames before turning black and grey. Anastasia stuck out her tongue while glaring at her husband. "Meanie. I was saving that one." "I know, dear! That''s why I had to take it. You''re already too powerful," Nathan exclaimed. I pulled out a chair and sat down, content to observe the game. More and more pieces clashed, each one reacting with mana and some kind of elemental flare-up according to their color. Whatever the rules were, it looked simple, easy even. They kept at it until Anastasia snuck in a piece near the end by moving it three places instead of two. It was the first time I had seen a piece move more than two squares, but Teddy''s mom sported a delighted grin. The small marble lit up and the square below it before changing to an entirely different version of green. This time, I saw vines crawling up the sides of the inside of the glass. "It looks like I''ll be the winner!" Anastasia declared. Nathan shook his head. "Not unless I can turn it around! Not over yet!" The game continued for another thirty seconds, during which Anastasia used her new piece to practically wipe the board by being able to move five squares in one go. Nathan hung his head in defeat while covering his blindfold as if hiding his eyes. "Unfair. We don''t use nature marbles. We''re not Brel!" "Ah, but that''s why it worked, dear. We never look at the nature marbles unless we have to; it was perfectly easy for you to ignore." "Ruthless!" "Cunning!" I shook my head at the comedy playing before me. They really are a fun couple. It seems like a nice way to spend life. Teddy set aside his endless stack of letters and rested his pen on the desk. "How was the trip to Noira?" "Went okay, gave her forty gold to do with as she pleases to get my designs made. I''ll finally have a wardrobe that I can keep for longer than a week or two," I replied. He quirked his eyebrows. "That''s a lot of money. I didn''t know you made that much off the alchemy materials." I shrugged. "Worked out. Though, maybe I should learn to make a lot more money soon. I need to fill my slots." The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted the conversation. When we looked over, Teddy''s parents were beaming pearly-white smiles. "So, Teddy has explained the bare bones of your situation," Anastasia started. I glared at Teddy, and he shrugged in turn. "Ehem. Well, what do you say about a wager?" Nathan asked. He picked up one of the now grey marbles from the board. "Care for a game or two? If you win, we''ll happily provide you a skillstone." They grinned and didn''t move, frozen almost like statues. I didn''t even see them breathe. Teddy groaned. "Mother, father. Please explain better." "I don''t want charity," I stated firmly. Their smiles didn''t crack. Nathan leaned forward. "Ah, but this isn''t that." Anastasia placed a hand over her heart and then her husband''s. "A prize won in a fair competition is justly yours. We''re not just giving it to you; you''re earning it." I clicked my fangs together and glanced at Teddy. He shook his head and gestured to his parents. Nathan dropped the smile. "In truth, we would have just given it to you, but our precious son informed us that you wouldn''t be comfortable with that." "He''s not wrong..." I sighed. "Why? No offense to the two of you, but you just met me. I won''t distrust you; you''re Teddy''s parents, but I don''t understand it." They cocked their heads at the same time. "What''s there to understand?" Teddy tapped his desk. "I''ll explain. Cyrus, remember the armory last night?" "Yeah?" "That''s a larger haul, but my parents have been doing that for a long time. We''d need more dimensional storage spaces if we kept it all." And? "The point is?" "The point is, my parents are excessive gamblers," he said deadpan. A cry of outrage from the couple shook the room. "Hey now! We are whimsical philanthropists!" "We''re very responsible with our gambling, thank you very much!" Teddy turned to them with dead eyes. "Philanthropists or gamblers? Which one is it?" They paused. Slowly, they turned their heads and looked at each other before nodding. "Gambling Philanthropists!" "Philanthropic Gamblers!" "Right," Teddy said as he nodded before turning to me. "As you can see, they are not giving you charity for charity''s sake. Just play the game and win the stone. Nothing to lose." I looked over to see Nathan juggling the stones while Anastasia spun the board on her finger. I laughed. They are insane but in the best way. Alright, I''m curious. "Fine. I''ll do it. Is it complicated?" "Well... no? But like any game, there are rules!" Anastasia said. "This is actually a training game for young kids. It''s mostly used as a child''s first mana manipulation toy. Admittedly, this version is not the common variety. But even the poorest of children have access to a version that simulates the interaction of elements." Every word out of his mouth was said in a higher pitch. And the goofy grin he gave had me shaking my head. I stood up, ready to join the crazy duo, but then stopped and flashed a smile of my own. "How about another rule?" "Oh? What do you want to change?" "For every piece won, we get to ask a question. For every piece lost, we have to answer one." Anastasia quirked an eyebrow and tapped her chin. "Sounds easy enough. May I ask why you want this sort of wager?" I shrugged. "People who''ve reached tier three should be able to provide a lot of interesting answers. At least this way, it''s more fun." The pair shared a look and then glanced at me before comically leaning in and whispering to themselves. After a series of nods that felt more exaggerated each time their chin dipped below the neckline, they split apart and smiled. As one, they spoke. "Deal!" Chapter 11: Turns to Truth I sat across from Anastasia, with Nathan and Teddy watching from the corner. My eyes drifted down towards the table where the pseudo-checkers marble game was set up. That''s a lot of rules. Damn. Anastasia remained silent as I looked to her face and saw her smile. And I still don''t understand what sort of game you''re playing. It''s so obvious this whole thing is a facade. Even if for a second I believed they were simply bored and in need of entertainment, the looks Teddy gave them alluded to something deeper. His eyes scrutinized them, even as they laughed and danced around. Anastasia clapped her hands. "So, now that the rules are explained, are you ready?" "I guess so. Don''t expect me to win; I was never good at these kinds of things," I replied. "Don''t worry, I''ll go easy," she winked. I snorted and pointed to the board. "Who''s first?" "Dear?" Anastasia asked her husband. "Care to flip a coin?" "Yes, Your Majesty!" he shouted back. He pulled out what looked like a wooden poker chip and placed it on his thumb. "Heads for the Queen, tails for the Challenger!" He flipped the coin. "Tails! Cyrus is first." "Well. Make the first move, Challenger," Anastasia teased. In the corner, Teddy physically cringed, which was enough for me to shake off the over-exaggerated weirdness of the two. I grabbed the white marble, and the small glass piece lit up. I rolled it two spaces forward, where it came to a stop. As I removed my hand, Anastasia made a face as if she was deciding something, then picked up one of the brown marbles and moved it two spaces forward to the left of mine. She motioned with her hand and placed it in her lap. Like this, we proceeded, me moving a water marble, followed by her moving a nature marble. And again, with me moving my wind marble and her moving the earth marble. It took a second, but I stared at the board and then at her face. She hadn''t stopped smiling the entire time, to the point where I was starting to feel creeped out. "Looks like I get the first question," I declared as I tapped the board and injected mana into it. Squares lit up, and then my wind marble lifted into the air before rocketing towards her earth marble. An explosion of dust poofed up, and I smelled cinnamon and fresh loam that quickly disappeared as Anastasia''s marble turned into a lifeless gray. "Indeed you do. Ask any question you want!" I blinked and watched her snatch the gray marble off the board. "I guess I''ll go with something easy. How do you guys see through the blindfolds? You both move as if they''re not there." It was brief, but for a split second, the duo almost looked disappointed. Not the question they were hoping for? "I''m surprised you don''t know. Once you reach tier three, you develop what we call an aura. I''m sure Brel must have shown you his at some point. Think of it like a sixth sense. While we don''t exactly see the world around us, we get enough details to navigate the space. Is that an acceptable answer?" "Yeah. He might have explained it, but there was a lot of information to take in back then." Instead of replying, she responded by moving a fire marble for the first time since we started. From there, we continued playing, and the more turns we took, the more I started to frown. I tapped the board and injected mana, watching as three squares lit up and my wind marble crashed into another of her earth pieces, bringing back the small cloud of sweet-smelling dust. Anastasia swooned, and her husband was at her side in an instant. "Dear, I''m... I''m losing!" "I know, honey. I know!" Nathan looked at me. "So ruthless!" I could feel Teddy dying of embarrassment in the corner as he released a loud groan that filled the room. Anastasia patted her husband''s arm. "Don''t worry. It''s not over yet." After clearing my throat, I watched the two separate as Anastasia squirmed in her seat. Definitely insane. "What''s your favorite skill on your status sheet?" Anastasia stopped squirming and became rigid. "Honestly? It''s a skill called Radiant Whole. It fills you with light, making you warm and offering a buff against the cold." Her smile turned savage, and the room''s ambient light brightened. "I''m personally not too fond of such boring skills, no offense to our dear son. So, I spent three years forcing it to become an attack skill. Now I use it to boil the insides of annoying monsters!" The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. She didn''t raise her voice; the excitement was conveyed purely through the delight in her tone. The room''s lights returned to normal, and I looked around to see Nathan pretending to swoon at his wife while Teddy sat straighter, the stack of letters forgotten as they lay scattered on the floor. I regarded the tier-three woman carefully. "It''s your turn," I said. We proceeded, and my frown deepened. I moved a water marble, and she moved a dark one. I aligned my fire marbles in front of two of their kind while she shifted a light marble out of the way. "... I''m gonna combo." I tapped the board and injected a little more mana into it. This time, a line of squares lit up, and the three red marbles stacked in a row burned a fiery crimson. When the third piece on the end lifted into the air, it shot off sparks of fire before shifting into a meteor as it knocked off Anastasia''s nature piece. The gray marble tumbled to the floor, bouncing twice and stilling as lifeless as it looked. She didn''t move, not even as her husband pretended to faint. "Go on, ask the question," she said. Right... "Do you guys plan on reaching tier five?" The pair cocked their heads, perfectly in sync. "Huh. Most people would wonder if we could make it to tier four, but I admire the confidence!" They shared the same smile as she took in a deep breath. "Honestly? Yes! It may be a far-reaching goal, but we do plan on ascending. Brel may be bound by duty, but we have always made it clear that we intend to ascend and reach beyond this world into the next plane." I remained silent and moved another water piece. She responded in kind, and only three turns later did I sigh. My finger tapped the board thrice, each tap injecting more mana into the metal device. All of my marbles moved forward, trapping Anastasia''s pieces. Checkmate. The pair reacted dramatically, holding each other. I ignored their antics and stared at Teddy, who gave me a sheepish smile. "I thought I made it clear," I said coolly. They paused and turned. "What do you mean?" they spoke in unison. "I said I don''t want your charity. Being handed a win is just that." "Well, to be fair, I did assume we''d play the best out of three," Anastasia said. "Oh." My eyes narrowed. "I still don''t want to be handed a victory." Nathan stepped forward, taking Anastasia''s place. I raised an eyebrow, but he flashed his pearly-white teeth. "I promise to give it my all. Sound good?" "Fine." He placed his thumb on the board, and all the marbles lifted into the air, even the one on the floor, and reset their positions. After removing his thumb, he tossed the wooden coin to his wife. "If you would." She returned his dazzling smile and flipped the coin; it hit the ceiling and then flopped to the floor, where she bent down and stared. "Heads." Nathan blurred his arms, and I looked at the board to see one of his water marbles move two spaces. I responded by moving an earth piece. More pieces switched around, and I was ready to capture one of his pieces, but then he tapped the board, and one of his water marbles switched with a wind one. It forced me to shuffle around a dark piece, completely forgetting about the water marble''s ability to switch places. Nathan smiled. "And with that, I think I won us our first piece!" His wind marble smashed mine into the adjacent square, and I watched the lights dim from inside the glass. "Ask away." He paused, just as exaggerated as his wife did, before chuckling. "What''s your favorite skill?" I chuckled back and snorted at the thought of Zharia, ¨¢ine, and Sturmrorex arguing over my answer. "I think, for the sake of my familiars, there is only one real answer," I started. "Probably my Spirit Lord''s Invocation. Connecting with my summons and using their magic directly is an amazing feeling." He nodded. We continued. Again, I aimed to take another piece, but he used a combo move to take mine instead, leaving me stranded for options. His smile dropped, and I felt the air become heavy. "Ready for the second question?" "Shoot." His lips twitched. "Teddy explained to us how you ended up with them. But how did you meet Brelten?" His words were cheery, but the room''s vibe felt heavy and cold. Teddy gripped his desk but remained tight-lipped. "Honestly? We walked into the village, went to register as adventurers, and somehow ended up meeting the guildmaster." "We?" "Me and my best friend." "Very well! Your move!" I tapped the board and switched one of my water marbles for another. "Your turn." Within two moves, he captured one of my fire pieces. This time, he did pause. And he glanced back toward Anastasia, who nodded slowly. She shifted a step to the right while Nathan leaned back in his chair. "So. I have to ask, Cyrus..." he began. I waited, staying completely still. "Why would a god''s scion need to register at a random village on the outskirts?" The two didn''t breathe. They never moved nor twitched. Teddy had cracked the desk he had been gripping, a splinter poking between his fingers. So that''s what this is about. "Is this something you really need an answer to?" "Yes." "How did you know? You shouldn''t have been able to tell." "Because we received a perk early in our careers as adventurers. We get a certain feeling whenever a god''s chosen is around." I turned to Teddy. "Did you know about this?" He shook his head while gritting his teeth. "No. No, I didn''t. Mother, Father, you showed me your status sheet; you don''t have a perk like that." Anastasia didn''t turn around, but her words were obviously addressed to her son. "It''s a hidden perk; even our status keeps hidden unless we will it too." "And you hid it from me, why?" he demanded. "Because..." Anastasia started. "We..." Nathan continued. And together: "Forgot." They laughed, but Teddy crossed his arms, his eyes lit up with bright golden rings. He turned to face me. "Cyrus, I''m sorry. I should have stopped this when I realized what they were doing." I held up a hand. "No, it''s alright. I don''t blame them for taking a few precautionary steps. They don''t know me, and I don''t know them. They still invited me into their home and shared their food. I''m not angry." His mother opened her mouth, but Teddy cut in before she could speak. "But I am." "Son." "Sweetie." "What?" he asked. "What''s one of the first rules we taught you growing up?" his mother asked. His eyes narrowed, but then he sighed and sat back down. "Fine. Cyrus, you can stop." I shrugged and tapped the board, sending one of my wind marbles into a diagonal space. "It''s not like you guys didn''t view me with the same suspicion." He winced but remained silent. At least I know my next question. "I''ll answer. It''s pretty simple, really. It''s where I was dumped and pretty much left to fend for myself. No nefarious plans or anything like that. All I was given was some basic clothing and a firm ''good luck.''" Silence hung in the air as I stared them both down. I had nothing to hide. I only told the truth without going into details; if they still had a problem with it, they could piss off. "Are you sure you want to continue?" Nathan asked after a minute. Instead of replying, I gestured to the board. He responded by tapping thrice, and every piece on his side moved forward, completely trapping me in. "Game." I sighed and laughed. "Should have paid more attention." My smile dropped. "So. What do you want to ask?" Chapter 12: Earned Echo Almost at once, the heavy pressure in the room faded away. I looked at my arm and saw a small bead of moisture drip down my skin. I shook my head and waited. "Well, now that the major concern is out of the way, here''s a question we''ve always wanted answered. What''s it like traveling through the spirit planes?" "Mostly amazing. Some places are terrifying, others peaceful. Most of the guardians are frightening but generally interesting to talk to. Only had one major issue with the contracting of one of my familiars. I nearly died during that exchange," I answered. "You know you''re admitting to multiple summons. Be careful with that sort of information, especially in the district below," he warned. "I know. But I already stated I trust you guys. It''s a little late to be worried." "Fair enough," he admitted. He reset the board, and this time, he opened with a dark piece that slid across the tiles. I matched his moves until he switched a piece around. Just as quickly as the last game, another one of my marbles turned gray in an explosion of fire. "Are you related to anyone here in the city? I''ve met most of the felkins, but admittedly, not all." "No, actually," I answered. "I only know a single felkin, and that was pure coincidence. Waiting on a letter for confirmation, but I should be meeting the rest soon." He moved a fire piece forward, and I tapped the board, enjoying watching the steam rise into the air, dousing the light inside his marble. The pair didn''t exaggerate their loss, not like before. Nathan still looked disappointed, but it felt surface-level at best. "I''m ready," he declared. "Tell me honestly. What would you guys have done if I gave an answer you didn''t like?" His shoulders drooped. "Ah. I suppose that''s fair." I waited. "Probably nothing. We''d have a sit-down with Teddy and the others to advise them to distance themselves or prepare for the future, but outside of that? Nothing. He''s a big boy who can handle himself. If he didn''t know of your status, he would after our question, and he can proceed from there." He took a breath and grinned. "And the question was something you suggested. We were honestly going to slip the question in and see how you reacted." Logical and fair. "Alright. Your turn." He shifted a nature piece; I moved one of my dark marbles. The game continued for five more rounds until he tapped the board and launched one of his light pieces into mine. "What did Brel find so interesting in you that he deemed it serious enough to send a letter? From how Teddy explained things, it sounds like he owes you an apology. That''s a rare thing coming from him." I tapped the board and comboed one of my nature marbles into the end zone. The piece went through the evolution process and grew vines along its side. Exhaling slowly, I grinned at the large man. "I don''t think I can comfortably answer that question. Even if I''m trusting you, it''s something rather personal. And I''ve been told by many, including your son, not to share that particular tidbit about myself. If you want to ask another question, I''ll answer." He waved his hand dismissively. "That''s fine. Looks like we''re wrapping up anyway." His finger tapped three times, and simultaneously, every marble he owned shifted one space. Instantly, four of my marbles disappeared while his pieces cornered two others. I waited, but he shook his head. I guess question time is over. Using Anastasia''s strategy, I continued to systematically demolish his pieces with the added reach of the evolved marble. It came down to the wire, but he shifted a piece into a corner, ready to take out my nature piece. I switched it with one of my surviving water pieces to cancel it out. From there, the game lasted another minute, with his final piece cornered in a three-way pinch. Before I tapped the board to initiate the final move, I paused and hesitated. "Is there something wrong?" I tapped the table instead. "Did you throw the game?" A boisterous laugh rumbled from his chest. "Oh, not at all. It''s rather nice to see someone pick up the game so quickly." "I see." I tapped the board, and my nature marble knocked his wind marble off the board. The piece bounced once, then settled on the ground with a rattle, its green light fading into slate. Looking up, I half expected the duo to burst into song and dance, but they merely smiled dazzlingly, their actions reserved. Nathan turned to his wife. "Well, dear? Are you satisfied with the wager?" "I think I am," she responded. Anastasia slid up behind her husband and wrapped her arms around his neck, continuing to smile my way. "It seems we owe you a reward." If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. I held up a hand. "If I''m being honest, I still don''t feel like I really deserve to win anything." I felt the air become freezing cold and burning hot, which honestly felt pretty nice on my skin. However, when I looked over, Teddy''s parents looked ready to charge me with their fists drawn. "We could never slander our reputation! To taint it with an unfulfilled promise? Never!" Nathan growled. Anastasia''s skin began to glow from the inside creepily. "Cyrus, please. Do not insult us." I blinked at them and watched Teddy bang his head against the table. "I think this is the most I''ve ever seen you so defeated. I guess parents embarrassing their kids is a universal thing." Teddy groaned. Meanwhile, his parents were back to normal, the flare-up of mana in the room now absent. Instead of doing something crazy, Anastasia sat on Nathan''s knee. "Well, how about this. I''m pretty sure I know just the skill for you. You said you trust us, want to put the gold where your mouth is?" "If you''d rather we give you a list, that''s perfectly fine, too. We don''t mind," Nathan added. I weighed my options. On one hand, I could have access to a whole list of potential skills. Knowing these two and the mountain of treasure they had, there had to be several I''d kill for. On the other hand, all I did was win a board game. And I did say I trusted them. I guess I can always sell or trade the skillstone if I don''t think it''ll be good. "I''ll trust you." The room seemed several degrees brighter than before. "Great!" Anastasia exclaimed, clapping her hands. She held out her left hand as her palms separated and presented a small, perfectly clear skillstone. "Here you go." I reached out, accepted the skillstone, and raised it to the light. Judging from its shape and clarity, it was a higher-tier skill. As I spun it around, I saw prismatic specks flicker at just the right angle. It heavily reminded me of the skillstone that transformed into Spirit Lord''s Invocation. It was slightly different, with the flecks scattered in a different pattern, but everything else was nearly identical. "What is it?" "It''s a non-specific affinity skillstone in the passive aura category. This one is a bit special compared to most passives. Most aura types have a more obvious effect, like a fire shroud absorbing or emitting heat," Nathan explained. "Spirit Presence relies more on your willpower than your mana to exert effects. How that develops tends to be up to the user, so you can''t pinpoint something specific." "So, like a blank slate of a skill? It''s high quality, but is that really worth a limited skill slot? And can''t most people use auras when they tier up anyway?" "Hmm. You know? Teddy is the best person to answer this." Teddy raised his head from the table and flung a sealed letter aside, adding to the scattered pile on the ground. "You learn to sense auras. Most people can conceal theirs, but even at the end of tier one, I started sensing when others began manifesting their own aura¡ªunless they''re like my parents, using enchanted gear to hide it. And among those with auras, those with a skill related to them are on completely different levels. The pressure you feel is called higher-tier suppression; it''s a side effect of someone leaking their mana into their aura and applying it. Someone with a skill to boost that is almost always three times more effective. And they tend to have a lot more control over how they use it." "I see." I raised the stone and flicked my wrist, sending the crystal spinning upwards. As it came back down, I sent mana into my hand and caught the stone, crushing it in the same action. The dust sank into my flesh and into my channels before traveling towards the center of my chest. I closed my eyes and willed myself into my soulspace. Unlike the skill wisps tied to my familiars, the passive ones were much harder to spot unless I actively looked for them. They tended to hang around the outskirts of my soulspace, bobbing along where I didn''t look. A single wisp, one that emitted a sense of burning heat and warm light, rotated around my head before floating off. Once the new wisp settled into my soul, I watched it join the background, floating away in a tiny shimmer of light that flickered between multiple colors with every passing second. Back in the physical world, I willed my status sheet and the system notification to appear. Ooh... nice. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn (Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills:
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Verdant Healer: (¨¢ine )
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Resplendent Inferno: (Zharia)
  • (T:0 R:9) Racial Skill: Dimensional Storage: (Chomperz)
  • (T:0 R:9) Spirit Lord''s Invocation
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: The Dead Will Provide (Erebus)
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Reflective Coat of the Mirror Beast (Magnus)
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Storm King''s Tempest (Sturmrorex)
Passive Skills:
  • (T:0 R:9) Etherious Blood
  • (T:0 R:9) Sovereign-Threaded Soul
  • (T:0 R:9) Chaotic Resonance
  • (T:0 R:0) Spirit''s Lord''s Echo
Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood Child of Mana Dread Guardian''s Apology Crystal Synthesis Devourer of the Deep Whisper of the Tempest Spirit Lord''s Echo
  • Your will is that of a lord. Where you walk, the world shall remember.
I stared, then waited and closed the notification to try and bring it back up. When the text reappeared, I sighed and leaned back in my chair. After a good minute of letting the annoyance settle, I was brought out of my breathing exercise by Teddy clearing his throat. "Hey, Cyrus?" Teddy began. "You okay?" I opened my eyes and saw his parents looking concerned. They no longer smiled. "Ah, yeah, everything''s fine. It''s just I was hoping for the skill description to be... more useful. The Weave sure knows how to be inconsistent when it wants to." The duo relaxed their expressions. Nathan brightened up. "Generally, more open-ended skills tend to have vague explanations. Passives are the most common offenders." Anastasia leaned in. "If you ask any high-tier adventurer, the super vague ones are the best. At least, that''s the unofficial consensus." "Well. Do you guys feel anything different?" They both cocked their heads and leaned in. After Nathan''s dad even sniffed me, I withheld another sigh and sat still. "No, not really," they answered. Frowning, I tried to feel around for the skill. With the skill description, I almost expected some kind of physical change or oddity, but maybe that wasn''t the case this time. "Hmm, Cyrus? Are the rest of your skills maxed out?" "Oh? Uh, yeah actually." "It may need some time to settle properly into your core. Your body could be acclimating, especially for things that affect something more conceptual like an aura." "Honestly, I''m just surprised it didn''t come with excruciating pain," I muttered. I looked up and found the duo frowning again. Teddy grabbed another letter and sealed it with some wax that he quickly heated up using some mana. "Cyrus. You know that''s not normal, right?" Chapter 13: New Connections After exiting my soulspace, I exhaled deeply and stretched. With a thought, I summoned up my status and shared it with the others. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn (Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills:
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Verdant Healer: (¨¢ine )
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Resplendent Inferno: (Zharia)
  • (T:0 R:9) Racial Skill: Dimensional Storage: (Chomperz)
  • (T:0 R:9) Spirit Lord''s Invocation
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: The Dead Will Provide (Erebus)
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Reflective Coat of the Mirror Beast (Magnus)
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Storm King''s Tempest (Sturmrorex)
Passive Skills:
  • (T:0 R:9) Etherious Blood
  • (T:0 R:9) Sovereign-Threaded Soul
  • (T:0 R:9) Chaotic Resonance
  • (T:0 R:4) Spirit''s Lord''s Echo
Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood Child of Mana Dread Guardian''s Apology Crystal Synthesis Devourer of the Deep Whisper of the Tempest A series of groans echoed inside the stone hall. Isaac, the loudest offender, pointed a dagger my way. "If some alchemist found a way to synthesize your growth speed into a potion, kingdoms would burn for a vial." "That''s a bizarre thing to say, Isaac. Are you feeling okay?" I asked. "Yeah, that was a little much," Celanae added. "Agreed," Teddy said. Eodyne held up a finger. "I agree with Isaac. Imagine if we could synthesize his growth; it would revolutionize a kingdom." I had enough and stood up. "Aaaand I think I''m going to take my leave. I still don''t really feel a difference, so I''ll hit you up tomorrow for some practice, Teddy?" "Anytime. You''re visiting Sereza, right?" "Yeah, got the letter finally. Not meeting her dad just yet, so we''ll be visiting a family near the eastern ring." "Eastern? Are you heading to the crafting district?" Igas asked. "Is that where?" I shrugged. "No idea. From how it sounded in the unofficial letter, it''s her closest friend in the city. Think I can sell some of the looted pelts and hides there?" "Definitely. I got my belt from a good father-son duo there. Avoid places that smell like chemicals. If they can''t afford good enchantments, usually they''ll have cheaper work and offer you less." "Noted. Thanks. What about all of you?" "Eodyne and I are heading out to watch a play." I turned to Eodyne with a raised eyebrow. "You watch plays? I thought you''d find stuff like that boring." Eodyne huffed. "I watch plays when they reenact a traditional tale from my people. And if they happen to be severely wrong about it, I''ll shock them free of their ignorance." Right... that''s more of what I expected. Teddy held up a hand. "Igas and I are spending the day with my parents. They agreed to spar with us in the training room." "If you get back later, I''d appreciate if you could have ¨¢ine heal us," Igas added. "Can do," I replied while nodding. "Isaac?" He stopped spinning his knife between his fingers and resheathed it. Then, he dramatically stood up, crossed his arms, and before long, his legs began to sink into the floor. "I''ve got business," he said. After a moment, he zipped into the ground and disappeared. "Was that weird? You know what, never mind." The other people in the room collectively shrugged and helped each other up. I waved goodbye and went to take a shower.
I spotted Sereza''s tail through the crowd and slipped my way past. One woman nearly tripped, and I quickly steadied her before sliding through the gap she had created. Sereza turned as I approached and leaned off the wall. "Hey! Finally here." "Yeah, well, nobody warned me it''d be this busy right now. What''s going on exactly?" I asked, pointing to the throng of people rushing about. The city street was jam-packed, and everyone looked like sardines. "Oh, it''s Sale day, and you came directly before lunch. People are trying to sell everything as quickly as possible before places shut down for the next hour," she explained. A man nearly shoved me from behind, but I quickly shuffled out of the way, sending him tripping into the crowd, where he was pinballed away. "Yeah. Okay. What do you mean by shut down? Places do that here?" She paused, staring and shaking her head. "You''re really not from here. Not all, but a few decades ago, all the spouses were tired of their husbands and wives not taking a break and coming home exhausted. It led to a pretty much mandatory hour-long shutdown. If you work, you either have a special permit or pay a fine that nobody willingly wants to pay." This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. "Makes sense. So where are we heading?" She jerked her thumb just behind her. "Right here. But wait, didn''t you say you were going to meet a tailor or something? I half-expected you to be dressed as silly as the people in the square." I barked a laugh, looking down at my plain black shirt and pants. "No. Never. And I was supposed to have some done a day ago, but when I went to visit her, she begged for an extension so she could wait for a certain material to come in. I''ll visit her in a day or two." "Huh." Sereza grabbed me by the wrist and led me to the other side of the building, opposite the door. I let her guide me, and she eventually stopped on the western side next to a plain-looking wall. She turned and winked before tapping the corner of a brick, then sighed in relief. When I cocked my head, she smirked. "Illusion barrier. Soundproof, too." "So that''s why it feels like light mana. Are you about to lead me into some secret underground bunker? This is reminding me of the smuggler''s den." Her smirk morphed into a scowl, and she raised her tail behind her shoulder threateningly. "Hey. None of that. Who you are about to meet is not some low-rate thug. It''s just that sometimes it''s better to have a hiding place against the world. Especially when there are so few of us." I crossed my arms. "Are you telling me people are prejudiced against felkins?" "No," she said, shaking her head. "Almost nobody is, but ''nobody'' does not mean ''everyone.'' And when you live in a crowded part of the city, it''s better to have protection than not. Know what I mean?" "I guess... Oh well, fine by me. So give me the names and what I''m not allowed to say." Back to smiling, she placed her hand on a different brick and injected some mana into the stone. The stone lit up like a Christmas tree with runes before the wall rippled. "Melza is absent today, so you''ll be meeting Daergo, Ernor, and Lezka: Dad, oldest brother, youngest brother. I understand you''re cool with not having a tail for your first evolution, but uh, don''t mention it to Lezka. He''s still dealing with it." Right, she thinks I''m tier one still. "Sure, no problem. And having no tail certainly helps make clothes fit easier." Her eyes narrowed. "Aren''t you getting custom ones made? Why worry about making clothes fit if you have them designed with a tail in mind?" "Fair enough." She snorted and passed through the wall, treating it little more than an illusion. As I passed through, I realized that wasn''t the case. The stone was still there, but it moved like a liquid rather than a solid and shifted out of the way as my body displaced it. Once on the other side, I felt the water retract back into shape before solidifying. "Neat trick. It must have been an expensive enchantment to get done. I expected a hidden switch to pull the stone back up, not that." Sereza opened her mouth to speak, but a deeper voice interrupted her. "So you''re the one Sereza has been talking about," said the felkin standing behind her "You lied, girl; he''s cuter than you described." In an instant, Sereza''s tail moved to thwack the man in the arm, but his own tail, one twice as thick and shaped like a lizard''s with charcoal scales, intercepted the attack. Sereza growled. "Ernor, cut it. I''ll make you shit blood for a week." Ernor flashed his fangs. "Maybe don''t downplay the kind of man you''re going to casually bring into our secret entrance." Sereza''s tail pulled away, but I could tell from how little it shifted that she kept it tense and ready. Ernor, on the other hand, relaxed and crossed his arms in a lazy stance. He had short grey hair, with skin the color of muted ash. Splotches of charcoal-colored scales similar to his tail lined his arms and fingers, which were left bare beside the lone leather apron he wore. His horns were thick and short, ridged while carving upwards about four inches. His eyes were burning red and orange, looking like a flame inside the void of his sclera. "Well, nice to meet you. I''m Ernor, as Sereza has so rudely blurted out. It''s interesting to meet another felkin in the city. I didn''t think there were any other families left on this continent." I held out my arm, and he hesitated before reaching out to clasp my wrist in a firm grip. His skin was equally scaled, thicker, almost calloused. Notably, they felt warm. "Cyrus. And no, it''s just me, sadly. No hidden felkin families roaming around." He released my wrist and sized me up once more. "Hmm. Suppose that''s a good thing, then. More of us might make those idiots paranoid." I glanced at Sereza, but she in turn, stared at Ernor. "Are they bothering you again?" "No, but they''ve been coming around for the last week, taunting us about something. Not sure what, but they''ve been shutting down early every night." "I''ve heard nothing on my end. Do you know what they''re doing?" He shook his head. "No, but they bought out our suppliers and a couple of others, buying material in bulk. It''s why Mom is out, shes trying to find some cheap metal we can use to complete the orders." "This may seem rude; I just met you and all," I started as I held up my hands placatingly when Ernor glared at me suspiciously. "I just arrived in the city. Is whoever you''re talking about known for working for people in the upper ring?" "Yeah, somewhat. At least they brag about it every chance they get. Why, know something?" I shrugged. "Probably not, but I know one of the noble houses is hosting some big party soon. I think in fourish days?" Ernor ground his teeth and tightened his arms. "That has to be it. The eldest taunted us when he looked around the store earlier. They gave us a backhanded compliment about how fortunate we are for having most of our stock sold out. That bastard knew something. Damnit!" I observed the man''s posture become rigid. His eyes blazed with an inner flame that turned searing red. Sereza reached a hand out and squeezed Erno''s shoulder. "I''m sure Daergo will figure something out. He''s never failed a challenge." "That would be a bold lie, girl. Everyone fails in life; it''s how we succeed. And you might be wrong on this one. Whatever it is that bastard Roark is preparing for, it''s big. Bigger than something we can tackle in four days." Another felkin emerged, older and more muscular, sporting two sets of horns. Although shorter than Ernor, his shoulders were twice as broad. Thick black scales entirely covered his arms. His eyes looked similar, with a living flame glowing inside the orbs, but it started as white near the core and fanned out in a rippling wave of blue toward the edges. He walked over and hugged Sereza while knocking his meaty fist against the taller felkin''s head. "Calm down already. With the way you''re acting, you''d think you''d be a child of wrath, not envy, boy." He shook his smooth face and held out an open hand for me to shake. "Name''s Daergo and I''m the father of this stub-head. Glad to meet you." His hand felt actually hot, not burning, but it was leagues above his son''s. "Cyrus, nice to meet you." When I let go, his thick fingers stayed clasped around my much smaller wrist. He turned my hand over and leaned down until his nose nearly touched my skin. "Father? What... are you doing?" Ernor asked, his voice tinged with embarrassment underneath the shock. Daergo inhaled deeply and then raised his head to meet mine. "Your shirt... the remnant mana... it''s divine." For a second, he grinned, not a friendly one, but one that held anger as his sharp fangs came into view. His eyes blazed with a blinding blue light, and his muscles rippled. In an instant, my spear materialized in my other hand, and the head bent downwards to point at the felkin''s neck. With a thread of mana sent into the shaft, the sharpened blade secreted a black liquid that welled up near the point. "I suggest you remove your hand." The others froze; even Sereza looked stunned as Daergo seemingly forced himself to release my limb. With a shake of his head, he slapped both cheeks and lowered himself into a bow, ignoring the poisoned spear tip hovering above his head. "My apologies, Cyrus. My emotions got the best of me. It won''t happen again." Great, now I have to lug a creepy spear around. I willed the spear to return to normal, and the bone tip absorbed the poison. My arms crossed, but I kept the weapon pointed away and relaxed in my hand. "I understand the feeling. Just don''t do it again." He raised his head but refused to meet my eyes. Ernor looked to my spear, then my hand, and finally at his father before repeating the process a few more times. His mouth slowly closed, and he, too, lowered his head. Sereza''s expression was harder to read. She looked angry yet unsure. Eventually, she met my eyes, and I shrugged, causing her shoulders to lose their tension slowly. "Well, now that the awkwardness is out of the way. Daergo, why did you react like that? I''ve never seen you give in to your emotions." Daergo coughed into his fist. "Ah, well. It''s not often somebody comes in with fire mana that smells like that. It caught me off guard." Fire mana, huh? I guess I forgot to wash this one. "What exactly do you mean by that?" I asked. Daergo hesitantly smiled. "Sorry again. It''s just that the mana smells like the sun; the way the light and fire blend, it''s rather incredible." "I see," I replied, turning to Sereza. "Do you trust them?" "I do... maybe not Lezka," she admitted, as Ernor glared, but she defiantly raised her chin. "What? He''s in that awkward phase. But outside of him dealing with felkin emotional override, I''d say I trust them. I''ve known Ernor my whole life, and Daergo and Melza have always treated me well." Good enough for me. "Daergo, right?" He looked up, almost as if he was afraid of me, even though I could feel the difference in tiers based on the way his mana filled the room when he lost control. "It''s probably because of my skill. It''s a little special." "I understand. There''s no need to explain more," he responded, nodding slightly. Eh, fuck it. Tiptoeing is exhausting. "If you reveal this to anyone, I''ll know exactly who''s been talking. Remember that. But if Sereza vouches for you, I''ll extend my trust. For now." "Huh?" came the collective response from everyone in the room. I chuckled and, connected to my skill, and sent mana into my channels. In a snap, Zharia emerged and flew to my shoulder to take up her customary position. She trilled softly, and I watched as flames burned at the tip of her wings. "They smell like the forge. Thicker one especially." Thunk! The father and the son were on one knee, their heads down and their arms to their sides. Sereza rubbed at her temples while Zharia preened. Maybe this was a mistake. Chapter 14: Crafty Devils "Is there a reason you two are bowing?" I asked, looking at the solemn faces of the two felkins. Daergo spoke first, lifting his head to stare almost wonderstruck, at Zharia. "My apologies, Cyrus. I should have realized it when Sereza mentioned you. I meant no disrespect, sir." "Master. He smells tasty." "Like tasty flames? Don''t eat him." She pretended to pout, but despite all the teasing she directed at Sturmrorex about his pride, the little phoenix seemed to enjoy how the felkins looked at her. Alright. Enough of that. "Okay. I think there might be some confusion here. Again, why exactly are you bowing?" I asked. Ernor raised his head. "Even I recognize a phoenix when it''s before me. You... my apologies, Cyrus. I meant no disrespect with my comments earlier." Zharia turned her head, and her tail feathers lit up with bright golden flames. "It''s good that you recognize my master''s presence." Ernor''s eyes widened, and I resisted the urge to facepalm. Behind the two, Sereza had her mouth covered, and I could see her pointy fangs peeking out from the grin she failed to keep hidden. "Okay." I sighed and uncrossed my arms. "I''m not a noble if that''s what you guys think. Just call me Cyrus, and stop bowing. It''s weird." The father and son looked at each other hesitantly, and I sighed even louder until they stood up. The expressions of wonder and joy didn''t disappear from their faces, but at least they stood instead of knelt like knights to their king. "Nonetheless, it''s an honor to meet such a spirit," Daergo said while combing over Zharia''s feathers. "Thank you. As one who is well connected to fire, it''s a pleasure to be in the presence of your mana." I could feel Zharia''s head swell, and her emotions openly bled through the soul link. "This is probably the mana you smelled earlier. She''s the only thing around me that would have fire mana. I didn''t know about the light. I don''t think I ever made that connection before." He blinked and looked at me incredulously. "You can practically taste it. It feels like the warm sun on your skin, and her flame is so pure... It''s rather surprising that you didn''t notice it before." I lifted Zharia''s wing, and she rubbed against my finger. "I mean, maybe? Honestly, I always treated her fire just like, well, fire. Guess it''s kind of cool that you have some light mana mixed in." "I would hope we would be able to recognize the mana type. It''s special; she''s a phoenix, after all. And Solar mana is super common in our kingdom." Solar? Oh, right. Solunaria. "Did you know, Zharia?" She sent over the mental equivalent of a shrug. "My fire is my fire." "Right. Well, there you have it. Just don''t go revealing that I have this skill, and especially her. If people find out, it''s not the end of the world, but I''d rather avoid any complications right now." I could almost see Daergo getting ready to kneel again, and I tensed, but instead, he crossed his arms and looked at me as if I had slapped him. "Never! I''d eat my fingers before revealing such a thing," he declared emphatically. "I like them," Zharia commented. "Impressive praise. Good to know." Wanting to move things along, I pointed to the aprons they both wore. "Blacksmiths? Sereza didn''t really prep me on who I was meeting." She stuck out her tongue. "You didn''t need it. This has been the most fun I''ve had since returning to the city." "That''s sad. I won a skillstone from playing a game of magic marbles." "Magic Marbles? You mean the kid game?" Sereza asked. "Yep." "Show it, what did you win?" Aaaah. "Maybe later, but it''s pretty cool." "Saving up already for that one kid''s offer then?" I shrugged and turned away, smirking playfully as Sereza narrowed her eyes. "Right," Daergo started. He too, glanced Sereza''s way before motioning around the corner from where he originally came. "We specialize in metalwork, yes. My wife helps run the store and handle inventory, but Ernor takes after me. Lezka, my youngest, is learning some simple leatherworking from his mother. We do everything from weapons to armor to specialized tools." "Anything enchanted?" Daergo winced. "Ah, yes, but the list of available enchantments is not as extensive as other shops. Runework is a delicate process, and enchanters guard their secrets zealously." Ernor stopped admiring Zharia long enough to smile my way. "How about we show you the shop? I''m curious to see what an adventurer thinks." The two nearly rushed out of the room, and I stepped up beside Sereza and softly whistled. "I feel like I''m suffering whiplash from the emotional roller coaster." She cocked her head. "Roller coaster? What''s that, and why does it sound so weird?" I shook my head. "Never mind. Are they okay?" "Oh, they are. Sorry about the extreme reaction from Daergo. I should have known Zharia''s mana would make them react that way. They''re crazy about fire; most of their enchantments involve it in some way." "Is that normal?" "No, probably not. But they''re craftsmen, and that''s their chosen element. If you could avoid killing them, that''d be great." If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. "I''ll try." I waited for a half-second before channeling mana into my dimensional storage skill. Chomperz appeared quickly enough to engulf my spear before he rushed back into my chest. "Is he still hurting?" "Yeah. It''ll be a while till he''s okay." "Sereza! Cyrus! You coming?" Ernor called out. I chuckled and followed Sereza around the corner and up the stairs. When we arrived, Daergo stopped and stared at my arms. He didn''t say anything; instead, he pulled back a chain curtain made of tiny, black links. On the other side was a large forge and a pair of anvils. Around the room were large, metal stone tables stacked high with either materials or half-made projects. I admired the array of weaponry on the walls. Swords, axes, and even intricate shields were displayed on hooks or racks. But it wasn''t just weaponry; three suits of finely made armor stood on metal stands. One was a full plate made of light blue metal, the kind I''d expect to see on a knight. The second stand held fewer pieces, but the artwork was more intricate, especially the shoulders, which were nearly an art piece with their detailed design on golden metal. And the third stand had the sparsest amount of armor pieces, but the gauntlets featured strange black gems embedded into the back of the hand, pulsing with mana that I could feel from across the room. "We are not the finest craftsmen in the land, but we do well," Daergo said. Of all the projects and finished pieces, my eyes honed in on a strange gilded stick no wider than my thumb. "So, what''s this? Because you have it positioned between a dagger, an axe, and something that looks like a shovel." "A shovel?" Daergo walked over, hands on his hips, then suddenly whipped around and stalked toward his son. Ernor''s eyes widened, and he took a step back before standing straight and crossing his arms. "Ernor... why is there a rusty shovel on the wall?" "I have no idea, Father," Ernor replied, dead serious. "I thought it was one of those pieces you cherished from your apprentice days." "Ernor, boy. I''ll shove you into that furnace and make you fire it up for a week if I must. Where. Is. The. Sword." Ernor inhaled deeply, then exhaled. "Lezka took it!" "Took it where?" Daergo''s voice was low and menacing. "I don''t know," Ernor replied quickly. "I just know he took it despite me telling him not to." Daergo took a deep breath and then exhaled actual flames like a dragon. They licked at Ernor''s taller chest before Daergo backed off. "I''ll murder the boy once he''s home. It had to be done." I chuckled at the display and noticed Zharia staring at the forge. "Interested in something?" She didn''t reply. "Zharia?" "Master. The crystals. Could he do something with them?" Crystals? It took a second, my brain chugging through my memories to understand what she wanted, but it finally hit me, and I pulled out the crystals I had looted inside the Burning Lake dungeon so long ago. "These?" "Yes! Look over there!" She didn''t have to physically point out where she meant; I knew from the link she was staring at the black gems embedded into the arms. "I don''t know," I shrugged, holding up the largest sliver of crystal, still warm and emitting a faint orange light. "I looted them in a dungeon called the Burning Lake. The second floor was this massive underground lake cavern covered with these giant warm crystals. I took a few because Zharia liked them and then forgot all about them." Tossing one over, Daergo caught it and moved to a nearby bench. He shuffled some items aside and signaled to his son, who was already rummaging through a crate. After a moment, Ernor found what he was looking for and handed his father a brass tool with two lenses on the end, resembling a telescope. Daergo spent some time examining the crystal, occasionally motioning silently for another tool, which Ernor always had ready. After three minutes, I glanced at Sereza, who shook her head and tapped me with her tail. "You don''t understand what you just did," she whispered. "What?" "You brought an unknown material to a craftsman. Of course, they''re going to lose focus." "I should stop doing that, huh? Oh well. Zharia? What do you have in mind?" "A throne!" I laughed, and Sereza stifled her chuckle. "Well, I guess I''ll ask for a throne. Are you sure you''re not Sturmrorex?" The surge of anger that came through the link was palpable. I grabbed Zharia off my shoulder and hugged her to my chest until her golden flames began to subside. "You''re so lucky these shirts are flame-resistant." Eventually, Daergo set the instruments down and held up the crystals with a smile. "These are incredible. Tier one materials, but nearly tier two. They have an eternal mana battery that converts ambient mana into light and warmth." Ernor held up one of the chunks and channeled mana into the crystal. "It accepts fire mana well, with good conversion efficiency." The crystal lit up as if it were on fire, glowing brightly like a lamp. I held up my hands and felt the air warm up even more beyond the already warm temperature of the room. "That''s pretty strong," I noted. "It doesn''t convert mana as well if it''s not fire-aspected, but it still performs surprisingly well. It''s impressive that this hasn''t been discovered yet." "I don''t know how much longer that''ll be true," I said. "Before I left the village, the dungeon tiered up and expanded, so more people should be heading there. I''m guessing you guys will start seeing materials from the dungeon sometime soon." Daergo looked contemplative. "We''ll have to get your mother to look into that. These crystals are amazing. They''ll be a hot commodity once they hit the market." It was interesting to think how a small, spur-of-the-moment decision could become significant a few months later. At least Zharia had good taste. "Think you can do anything with them?" I asked. "Probably a lot, but what do you have in mind?" Daergo responded. I presented Zharia, who strutted to the edge of my hand. "I want a throne!" Instead of smirking or finding my familiar''s request amusing, the father and son duo became deathly serious and started nodding. "What about a nest?" Zharia looked back at me, and I nodded. "Go ahead. This is all you." For the next several minutes, Sereza and I relaxed while Zharia was on a nearby table, where Daergo and Ernor listened to her request and began sketching a design. From what I could see, she was going to get an enchanted nest made of metal, a cotton-like metal, and some fire-aspect stones, all decorated and powered by the crystals. "So," I whispered, nudging Sereza. "Successful first meeting?" "Yeah. To be honest, I was hoping for something like this. You told me how you kept the guildmaster and the alchemist busy, so I figured a good relationship with you would bring good things for them," she replied. "Well, now I feel used." She elbowed me back. "Wait until you loot some interesting things from the local dungeons, then you can complain. I can vouch for these two, the whole family, really. They''ll do well; they just haven''t had the opportunity to be successful yet." I watched Zharia torch a design that actually offended her, her emotions traveling through the link. Daergo looked surprised, but he nodded so seriously that I smiled. "I''m not made of money, you know." "Not yet. Nobody with your kind of skill will stay poor. Not for long." "Yeah, yeah." By the time they finished, there was noise coming from the stairs leading up, and I turned to watch as a female elf came down. She had beautiful brown hair and soft green eyes. Her high cheekbones and pointed ears made her look similar to Celanae, but she lacked the fierceness the barrier mage held. Her face lit up when she saw me, and she quickly took in the room, pausing as she noticed Zharia being measured by Ernor. "My love! This is Cyrus, the one Sereza talked about," Daergo exclaimed happily. "Well, hello! And who is the pretty fire spirit beside you, Ernor?" she asked as she kissed her husband. "I am Zharia!" Zharia chirped. "Nice to meet you, Zharia. I am Melza," she said, bowing lightly. "Have they been treating you right?" Zharia lit up with golden flames, and Melza''s smile widened a few notches. "Yes, they have. They have treated me and my master well." "I''m glad to hear it." Daergo grinned brightly until his eyes drifted over to the spot on the wall that held up the shovel. "Love, have you seen Lezka today?" Melza looked down suspiciously. She turned around and followed his gaze to where the shovel was and scanned the area. After a dozen seconds, she sighed and turned back around. "Unfortunately, no. Should I have?" "No worries. He''ll be home eventually," Daergo ground out. I pointed again to the wall. "You never answered, but what''s with the stick-looking thing? I don''t recognize it." "Stick?" He looked around and examined where I pointed. "Oh, you mean the caster. It''s barely more than a firestarter, but it was Ernor''s first attempt." Huh. "So you can make casters too?" Daergo shook his head and jerked his thumb at Ernor, who was busy rolling up the scroll with the nest design. "Not my expertise. Never had a fascination with them, and they require delicate work that''s hard on my hands. He can, though. Obsessed with them for a few years." "I can make them, yes. Took a lot of practice," Ernor replied as he gave his mother a hug. A caster... I glanced at the scroll in his hand and then waited as Zharia flew over to my shoulder. I poked her belly, and she responded by clawing my finger. "Did you like working with them?" Zharia nodded. I turned to the family. "Think I can make an order?" Chapter 15: Diner Dinner I handed over the silver and accepted the last batch of food from the vendor. He shook his head and wiped away the powdered dust. "I hope you''re feeding an army; that''s enough to kill you if you aren''t careful," he remarked as we waddled away. "It just might! Depends on how hungry she is," I joked, motioning with my head toward Sereza carrying her own armful of bagged food. "You''re lucky you''re buying the food," she replied. We eventually made our way to a restaurant with a private booth. The hostess gave us weird looks, but she led us through since Sereza had already booked the booth. Once alone, I summoned Chomperz, who spat out a box. We quickly packed everything inside before he sucked it back in. Chomp! And he was gone. "So, how do we order?" She pointed to the small green bell on the wall. "Ring that for service." "Fancy," I replied, crossing my arms and leaning forward. "So, craftsman Felkin family done, who''s next?" She ran her fingers through her hair and leaned back. "Complicated, but the next two work near the Delver''s District. They act as delvers for hire and spend most of the weekdays delving with newer or smaller teams." "Like mercenaries?" "Basically, but don''t call them that. They know the dungeon in and out, so they help lead delves or serve as temporary party members. A lot of richer folk use them when they want to gain some energy to rank up." "Sounds boring, if I''m being honest." She grinned. "It does, doesn''t it? I don''t care how many floors there are. I hated delving The Labyrinth. Probably one of the most boring dungeons in the kingdom." Her tail began to move in short, side-to-side swipes as she talked. Sore topic I guess. Probably a lot not being said. "Is that what you did? Ran the local dungeons to get to tier one?" She slumped forward and rested her head on the table. "Kinda. It wasn''t a fun process. The moment I could escape, I did. My father at least paid enough times to get me tiered up quickly." My eyes narrowed. "How long have you been adventuring?" "Uh, nearly two years after reaching tier one. For a few months, I didn''t know what to do when I started adventuring away from the capital." She''d murder me if she found out my growth speed. Instead of continuing the interrogation, I reached over and flicked the bell. It rang silently, and I flicked it again before Sereza''s fingers wrapped around my wrist. "It''s silent, but I guarantee they can hear it," she said in a deadpan voice. I held up my hands. "Alright, sorry. Any recommendations?" "Their fish is alright, but the best dishes are the steaks." Eventually, a beastkin dressed in green robes knocked on the panel door. Sereza tapped the panel back twice and leaned back. The woman, resembling a tuxedo cat with a mixture of black and white fur, slid the door to the side and bowed. "Are you ready to order?" "Garog steak with wilfloura sauce and something fruity to drink." The beastkin never blinked and turned to me. "And for you?" Those sound ridiculous. "Uh, do you guys know what beef is?" The server''s lips twitched. "We have a few varieties, yes. Garog is the most popular." "Can I make an odd request?" A big, broad smile that showed pointy teeth. "Of course." "I''ll take whatever good beef you have, if you can grind it up, and season it however you like. Grill it till there''s some pink left. Give me a fresh soft bun, some lettuce, and an egg, over easy. Oh, and two slices of cheese along with a sweet and tangy sauce on the side, please. And I''ll take whatever drink she''s having." This time, she blinked and searched my eyes. Finally, she nodded and gave a slight bow before exiting and closing the door. I ignored Sereza''s stare and laid my head back against the cushion. "What are you eating?" "I''m not eating anything yet." "You know what I mean." "Maybe," I replied. I waved my hand to forestall the protest. "It''s something from where I''m from. I doubt they''ll get it completely right, but we''ll see. If they do get it correct, it''ll go great with those ginjo fries." "I''m curious. Those pancakes you made that one morning with the melted chocolate sauce? Those were pretty good. If the food from your home tastes like that, I''ll order one." We made small talk for the next several minutes, and eventually, our server returned to drop off the drinks before leaving. I wasn''t surprised when it reminded me of grape juice and even less surprised when Sereza pulled out a vial from her pocket and dripped its contents into the cup. "What poison are we working on today?" "Tier one, from a poisonous toad, nothing too crazy. Adds some sourness to the drink. Do you want to try?" This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. "I don''t think ¨¢ine would be happy with me if I started willingly ingesting poison." "You literally ate a disgusting tentacle organ." "And my body has a perk for that; poison is not under that category." We continued our conversation, but during it, I found myself relaxing even more. It felt good to just talk and banter around. It caused an ache in my chest, but I ignored it enough that the feeling went away. Unhealthy for sure, but it works. Once the server returned, she slid over a massive steak covered in sauce, accompanied by what looked like asparagus, but purple. It smelled good, and the meat wafted steam into the air, filling the room. "And for you. I hope it''s to your liking." She slid over a very thick patty atop a glazed bun cut in two. The cheese, with specks of white and red, melted perfectly over the patty while the lettuce draped over the top, held down by the egg. On the side was a small cup of dark green sauce that smelled like barbecue. I sniffed and inhaled the aroma of the seasoning. Smells alright. "Thank you, this is great." She bowed and left, leaving Sereza staring at my plate. "It''s a sandwich?" I sampled the sauce with a fingertip, finding it unexpectedly flavorful. It resembled a less sweet barbecue sauce but was quite delicious. Having liberally coated the patty beneath the lettuce, I topped the burger with the bun, completing the meal. Before eating, I extended my hand and conjured this world''s version of cheesy fries onto the plate. "It''s called a hamburger, and don''t ask; as far as I know, they don''t make them out of swine or pork." I bit down, and the flavor exploded in my mouth. The patty was too thick, and the seasoning was a little strange, somewhat sweeter than usual, but it tasted damn good. "Mmmm..." Sereza stared. I swiped a fry and dipped it in the sauce before sliding the plate over. "Try it." She picked it up hesitantly and angled the burger onto the opposite side of where I took a bite. She struggled to fit the whole thing into her mouth but managed to tear a sizeable chunk away. I waited, and she didn''t disappoint. "Ohrgh, thish is goud." "Manners, don''t talk and chew." She glared, and I chuckled. I agreed to split half my burger, and she shared some of her steak that tasted exactly like something I''d get back on Earth. The sauce reminded me of a red wine reduction more than anything. We finished our meal, full as ever, and I rang the bell again. Our server appeared and brightened at the empty plates between us. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" "We''re good; you can tell the chef the burger was delicious. I''ll definitely come back for more." "Burger? So that''s what you call it," she said. She nodded happily and smiled. "I''ll pass it along. Would you like your bill?" Sereza nodded, and we waited until she came back. We paid and got up to leave, but then I felt something familiar at the edge of my senses. Holding up a finger, I signaled to Sereza, and she summoned her daggers. I opened the door a crack and leaned out just enough to peek around the corner. There. A group of six walked their way toward the back left, where the larger booths lay. Four men, dressed in similar black, nondescript clothes, save for a massive gash of red on the side of their stomach that crisscrossed up and around their neck, made up the majority of the group. They looked what could best be described as thuggish. Tall, large, with rough faces and even rougher hands. They had a natural mean mug you wouldn''t want to come across in an alley. Leading them was a more petite woman, an elf with platinum blonde hair and dark purple eyes. Unlike the four thugs, her clothes were a black dress and skirt with red gloves and boots. Despite the stark difference between them and the rest of the restaurant''s patrons, they weren''t the ones that made me turn. No, the mana I recognized belonged to the person walking in the middle of the thugs, walking casually despite being obviously boxed in. Isaac had his hood up, but I recognized the runework etched onto the fabric. His signature obsidian daggers were nowhere to be seen. Still, he had a dimensional storage, so that meant little outside of the unusual occurrence where they weren''t strapped to his waist. I motioned behind me, and Sereza crouched down to peek as well. When she saw Isaac, she glanced my way, and I nodded. Together, we watched them move to the back and take the last booth. The woman walked in, followed by two of the thugs, then Isaac, and finally the last two. When they sealed the door, I finally relaxed and stepped out of the booth. "So, see you in a couple of days?" I asked. Sereza gaped at me before her tail came up to rest above her shoulder. "W-what do you mean? Don''t tell me you''re not curious." "Honestly? Somewhat, but not enough to go snooping in business that isn''t mine. Isaac''s a big boy; he can handle himself." Her jaw dropped even further. "You''re joking." "No, can''t say I am." "Cyrus!" I covered her mouth and pushed her back into the booth. "Okay, ssh! Ssh! Seriously, why should we go snooping in some obviously shady business?" "Because it''s obviously shady." "Does not compute, sorry." "I... a-aagh." She took a breath. "Okay, how about we spy, and if it''s boring, we stop and see each other in two days?" "Are you going to pretend to be someone''s bad breath and float above their booth?" Again with the staring, jeez. "You''re acting weird today. I didn''t think much of it at first, but you''re definitely acting strange." "Just because I''ve learned that being curious gets you killed, in case you forgot being dragged into a separate dimension that led to a prison break and then a massive battle between worlds for me," I said with a glare. "Does not mean I''m being weird." I sighed and kept my mana contained as much as possible while sending it through my channels. Mana flowed like cold water and spread out like a spiderweb from my chest. Erebus appeared, and I caught him with my right hand, holding him up to meet my eyes. "Hey, Erebus. There''s no looting this time, but I''ll buy you a nice big bone later. I just need you to sneak into Isaac''s booth and relay what you see. Sound good?" Erebus made a death screech in my head, and I winced from the mental damage. He stopped and tapped my face with his front leg, and I understood that he was ready. "Alright, I''ma set you down; try not to be seen. Isaac should be able to sense you if you''re not careful." Erebus saluted and turned around, waiting for me to lower him to the ground. When I did, he skittered away, his little legs leaving tiny cuts in the stone floor. Sereza watched him like a hawk and tracked his movements right up to where he crawled into the empty booth next to Isaac''s and moved to the ceiling. From there, he slowly made his way across the edge of the wall until he came to a stop, and I felt a tug from the link. I closed my eyes and let his memories play into mine. The woman sat in the opposite booth. Alone. One thug stood at the panel door, and another stood in front of the girl, slightly to the side, with his arms crossed. The final two were shoulder to shoulder with Isaac, who glared at the woman. The elven woman opened her mouth, and I noticed two sets of fangs shaped like shark teeth that looked creepily out of place on her beautiful face. "Come on, Isaac, why won''t you spill?" The woman tapped her fingers on her lap while staring sweetly at the rogue. "It''s been several months, and Rex has been more than patient with you." "And what exactly are you talking about, Urry?" Her face lost the sweet smile, and a dark purple tentacle began to erupt from her sleeve. It didn''t look like flesh, instead shifting as if made of condensed shadows. "Don''t call me that." Isaac grinned playfully. "It''s nice to see the real you come out to play. Maybe now I''ll answer you." The tentacle bulged and elongated before slapping onto the table like a wet snake. "Who was the new guy that walked in with you guys?" Isaac paused, and I joined him. Isaac''s eyes began to swallow the light around him, and I felt his mana pulse. The guard next to the woman shifted to cover her more while the two guards beside him grabbed him on the shoulders. The girl opened her mouth to speak, looking baffled by Isaac''s reaction. "Isaac? What the hell? Who is this guy for you to react like this?" The thugs began to shift, and in a flash, the man''s hand, previously gripping Isaac''s shoulder, was now sporting two fewer fingers that flew cleanly into the air. Isaac casually looked up and caught them with a shadow tentacle while another wrapped itself around the thug''s mouth, preventing the scream from his throat. When Isaac looked up, his eyes looked directly into Erebus''s, which felt like he looked directly into mine. In less time than it took for his eye to twitch, I felt a pulse of shadow mana flare up, and a firm hand grabbed my shoulder. I was brought out of the memories and found Sereza pointing to the seat opposite ours. In all its tentacled glory, Isaac''s shadow clone tapped its fingers and stared directly into my eyes. I waved. "Full disclosure, it was Sereza''s idea." Chapter 16: Another Normal Day "Hey!" Sereza protested. I ignored the betrayal on her face and winked at Isaac before closing my eyes. If I was caught, I might as well have fun with it. Letting Erebus'' point of view take over, I caught sight of the elf having a few tentacles of her own emerge from her sleeve. Urry looked ready to explode, but I didn''t miss the hesitation in her hand. Her movements stuttered, reluctant. I doubted Isaac missed it, either. Isaac stood up and dragged the two thugs with him, forcing them to stand while the last two kept glancing toward the elf. "You don''t get to ask questions about him," Isaac stated, his voice imperious. Urry gritted her teeth and crossed her arms. The tentacles spilling out smacked the table, causing it to nearly topple over. "And who is he for you to protect him so much? You''ve never been this tight-lipped before," she demanded. Isaac snorted. "Even beyond the threat of me and my team hunting you down, we wouldn''t have to. You''d die after the first bite. You can''t munch on this one pointy." I felt the shadow mana wash over Erebus, and I could sense it from the booth my physical body occupied. Isaac ignored her and continued. "I''m serious. Try to get in this one''s way, and you''ll find yourself in deeper shit than if the royal guard came for your heads." "Dragonshit! Stop talking out of your ass." The tentacles around Isaac bristled, and the edges wrapped underneath the thug''s chins sharpened as they elongated. "And why, exactly, are you so interested in him?" It was subtle, beyond subtle really. But her eye twitched, and the purple of her irises stuttered. "You don''t need to know. Are you going to answer or not?" "No." She snapped, and the tentacles withdrew, drawing back into her sleeve. Isaac''s own retracted into his back while the two guards hastily moved away from him. "Pleasantries are over," she stated. "Let''s get back to business. The sudden change threw me off, even more so when the thug guarding the door flicked the bell. Erebus adjusted, but the door slid open, and our server from before stared directly at Urry. "Yes?" "I''d like to order the molten crazzor with three shots of melpha." The server bowed and reached for something around her neck. When she pulled out a small black gem surrounded by grey metal, she sent mana into the object, making it glow with a single unidentifiable rune. "I''ll have your order right away," the server said with a bow and slid the panel door shut. As the thug flicked the lock in place on their side of the door, the server pressed the necklace against the lock and turned it counterclockwise. On the inside of the booth, the table sank into the ground before rotating once. Like a spy door in some movie, the ground split to reveal a secret hatch that led into a dark abyss with a single metal ladder leading the way. Without orders, the thugs entered first, leaving only her bodyguard thug and Isaac staring at each other. The hostility lingered, yet the elven woman maintained a rigid expression. "Don''t expect Rex to surrender so quickly. His obsession is well-known." "If I have to kill him, then I will," Isaac responded with a shrug. Her eyes took on an eerie light as black veins spread across her sclera. "You can only joke so long before you push the limit, Dawnborne." That got a reaction out of Isaac, the remark having him materialize a dagger into his hand. With a smirk, the woman descended into the floor while the final thug glared at him before disappearing down below. Now alone, Isaac glanced upwards to Erebus on the ceiling, looking into his-my eyes. He jerked his thumb behind him, and I understood the meaning. Opening my eyes, I exited the link and watched Isaac''s clone partially sink into the floor. "Do not follow. I don''t care how nosy you are; just don''t." I crossed my arms. "And yet the weirdos are beyond obsessed with me. I think I deserve to know why." "Cyrus," his voice came out cold and nearly distorted. "I''m serious. The last thing we need is for you to die and him to do something drastic. This isn''t a game. Mention nothing, leave this place." His shadow continued to sink, and I felt the mana begin to flow back into his real body still standing in the booth. "Why not just take Erebus with you?" He shook his head. "They''d detect his mana signature. Even if I concealed him with mine, they''d probe deep enough, and I''d be in trouble. Despite the similarity of his aspected mana, he bears your mark. They''ll trace that; they have the means." Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. Only the clone''s face remained above the floor, the rest of its body already submerged beneath the tile. "I''ll expect answers." "Fine." His clone faded away, and I ordered Erebus to return. Sereza stared at me expectedly, and I sighed. "Wait till we''re outside. We need to leave," I answered. She nodded, and we exited the booth. Erebus crawled up my leg while we walked by, and I adjusted so he could move onto my head. I waved goodbye to the shady server and exited the building, welcoming in the muted evening sky. We continued until we were nearly a block away, sitting on a bench in the middle of the district. The peacocks continued their prancing even this late in the day, their clothes taking on a more reflective sheen to combat the fading light. They truly never stop trying to impress people. Pathetic. A sharp bony tip poked my side, and I jumped away. "Hey!" "Spill. You went silent scout mode for so long and then his clone showed up. What happened?" I spent the next dozen minutes describing the scene action by action until I ran out of words. "Well damn," she said wearily. "I thought I knew all the access places to the Underground." "Wait, you know what''s down there? How?" She shrugged. "You think I find all my poisons from an alchemist around here? Training my passive required a few trips into the Underground. My father took me there himself once." "The Underground? Black market, I''m guessing?" She nodded. "Yeah, you''ll find a lot hidden below the bright and shiny layers of the city. From Thieves'' guild to fences and other unsavory businesses." "Makes sense. I''m guessing the place is technically illegal but not spoken about. Pretty sure a kingdom would cripple itself if it didn''t regulate its underbelly." Sereza stared at me in surprise and raised an eyebrow. "What?" She snorted and shook her head. "Just surprising, is all. Your knowledge base is the most skewed thing in the world. You have massive holes where you should know things, but then you don''t." "It''s pretty rude to make fun of one''s upbringing." "Maybe, if I actually believed the lie you told me." "Amnesia is a perfectly acceptable lie," I stated. This time, she raised an eyebrow, and I cleared my throat. "I mean a very valid truth." "Riiight," she said while shaking her head. "It''s concerning that they singled you out. I''m not sure what that''s about, but I''m not versed in the guilds enough to know. The red stripes on black the thugs wore could easily be two-three different gangs. Let alone what kind of guild they are." "How far are they allowed to go? What kind of shit can they get away with?" "Again, no idea. I do know they have strict rules, very strict rules that could mean you get killed off if you disobey them." I materialized the candy pouch and shook it enticingly. She chuckled, undid the strings, and reached inside. Despite seeing her hand disappear into the pouch, the strange swirly lights that obscured her hand from view once it passed the drawstrings prevented me from seeing inside. Her rewards were a box of gummy balls, a small plastic bag filled with caramel popcorn, and a small thin mint barely the size of my thumb. "What are these things?" she asked, raising the bag of caramel popcorn up for me to see. "Caramel corn, kettle corn, caramel popcorn. It''s popcorn coated with sugar that''s been reduced." "Popcorn?" Hmmm... I don''t remember if they have something equivalent. "It''s uh... a type of vegetable that has a lot of kernels or small seeds. I think..." I swiped a piece and crunched down on the salty-sweet snack. "Don''t quote me on that last bit. But anyway, they expand into these little white puff things when you introduce them to heat. It''s a pretty common snack when you''re watching something." After sniffing it, she bit down on one and quickly tossed another into her mouth. "Pretty good. For an ether-storm item, it''s a rather impressive enchantment. If you showed this to Ernor, he''d flip out." "Maybe. I still don''t understand it, but I haven''t tested it enough to know if there is a limit." "Some researchers have spent their lives trying to decipher the means to replicating the enchantments. A few have, but never well enough to learn as much as they want." I smiled and stood up, offering a hand. Sereza took it and joined me while stretching. "See you tomorrow?" "Yeah, I''m curious to see what kind of device they create for Zharia. Will be interesting." After saying goodbye, I made my way across the street and headed back up the mountain. The nightlife of the city never stopped, just like back on Earth. How many times will you keep mentioning that? I chided myself and moved on, letting the flow of traffic take me, and ignored the occasional jostling from the crowd. It wasn''t truly crowded, but they all seemed to move in hordes, keeping themselves close enough to converse and show off. My view of the people of the city lessened the more I hung around here. Maybe I''ll get one of the others to show me the lower ring. I''m curious what the adventuring side of town looks like. As I made it up to the viewpoint I habitually stopped at, I sat down on a nearby bench and opened the strings to the candy sack. Unlike Sereza''s haul, the pouch rewarded me with some chocolate-coated peanuts and two pathetic-looking mints. I consumed the peanuts and stuffed the mints into my pocket while I continued the climb and made my way toward the area with mansions. The gate welcomed me with its customary chimes, swinging open as I stepped inside. The place was strangely silent. I peeked into the other rooms and found nobody, not even the butler. Eventually, I descended the stairs and peered into the training rooms. Inside, everyone was present, including Teddy''s parents. They sat in their chairs while Igas and Eodyne sparred, the big swordsman chasing after the storm wraith using ice pillars to shoot him across the arena. My eyes drifted over to Isaac, who glared at me from afar. I saw a small black tentacle snake around his mouth and wag at me. I put on my brightest smile and summoned my own chair next to Celanae. "So who''s winning?" "Two gold, it''s Igas'' win," Isaac shouted first. "Eodyne for this one," Teddy remarked. "Same, Eodyne." Celanae added. "No love for the big man? If she''s not careful, the frost will get her." Celanae shook her head. "You haven''t noticed it, but ever since that weird exchange ritual she had with Sturmrorex, she''s been hellbent on beating us each in a spar." As Igas deflected a lightning arrow, he barreled through and swung his greatsword. It looked like it would connect, but at the last moment, Eodyne blurred, and a meaty crunch resounded around the room. Eodyne''s fist knocked Igas away, and they both fell to the floor. Eodyne landed on her feet like a cat as she righted herself midfall. An illusion of scrolling text appeared, and I felt Teddy''s parents flex their mana. It said ''Winner: Eodyne'' in massive letters. Eodyne helped the big man up, and I had already begun channeling mana into Verdant Healer. ¨¢ine flew over and booped each of them on the nose. When she booped Igas, he winced, but he snapped it in place, and a look of relief spread across his face. "Oh, that is the good stuff. Doesn''t directly help with fatigue, but my muscles don''t feel sore at all." After ¨¢ine went around and quickly patched everyone up, we left the training rooms to go back upstairs, where the mysterious butler greeted us and led us to the dining room. I stared at the man suspiciously, but he smiled cordially and motioned for me to take a seat. Once the trays were out, he reached over and grasped the largest silver platter''s dome. The thing looked bigger than a boar. The butler lifted the cover, releasing a swirling fog of pink mist from beneath the metal. Once it cleared I heard the smack of a hand facepalming its owner. Inside was a cake... in a way too realistic replica of everyone at the table. The smell of rich frosting hit my nose, and I swore I could taste the colour green. Anastasia clapped her hands while her husband threw knives into the air that landed next to each of our hands. "Dig in!" she exclaimed. Chapter 17: Confronting the Truth The cake version of Teddy''s parents was delicious. And we were all waddling away after finishing. Teddy, Celanae, and Eodyne left, with Teddy joining his parents to discuss something kingdom-related. I tuned them out and watched as Igas slipped away while munching on a chunk of moist cake in his hand. He talked to Isaac, but the rogue hung back just enough that when Igas turned the corner, he silently closed the door to the dining room. After turning around silently, the shadows in the room darkened enough to block out the bright, colorful glow orbs above. I sat and waited, letting him set the scene. "You know. I''m all for the edginess, but I know for a fact that you don''t have the means to silence this room with your shadows. So why are you setting the fuck-me mood?" My words spilled out the moment he opened his mouth, and he promptly shut his jaw with a click. He breathed in, and a dark haze breathed out. I crossed my arms. "I don''t need to silence the room... all rooms have a noise-containment enchantment built in." "And the fuck-me ambience is for?" I trailed off. "You''ve gotten more sarcastic ever since exiting the rift, you know that?" "Maybe. But you''re still not answering." "The shadows make me feel better, okay?!" I kept my face perfectly neutral and nodded once. "So, spill." He grabbed a chair and spun it around to sit on it backward while facing me. "Those people are one of the gangs. Part of the thieves'' guild, they operate pretty lowkey crime-wise. For the most part, they run legitimate businesses, all above-board stuff. They like to ship in illegal goods and dip their fingers into information gathering. Not great at it, but I hear they have a tier one scry-type skill user they are sponsoring," he explained. "And you know this why? And why do I care?" "You shouldn''t care. They only got wind of you because they like to track when I''m in the city," he answered. A hand raised before I could voice my next question. "I did a few jobs for them here and there. It gets me access where the others can''t get to, and it helped me get things I couldn''t get anywhere else." "And they treat you like an ex-lover; why?" The room got darker, and I felt his mana flare. "I''m good at what I do." The theatrics didn''t impress me, but I let him have his moment. "So I have nothing to worry about?" He nodded, and I shrugged and stood up. He blinked several times and watched me head for the door. Before I left, a small tendril wrapped around my wrist before I could touch the door knob. I turned around slowly and waited. "That''s it? No more questions?" he half-asked, half demanded. "Isaac. Do you know what questions get me?" His mouth pressed into a thin line, but he said nothing, so I continued. "Questions get me into trouble, trouble I really don''t want right now." "Cyrus..." It wasn''t anger in his voice; it sounded almost concerned, hesitant. The change-up was enough to make me stop reaching for the doorknob and face him fully. "Dude, seriously. Remember what I told you happened to me during the rift? It assigned me a special quest that nobody else got. Not Sereza, not you guys, not Groxl or his team." I breathed in and then exhaled. "I can accept my own stupid decisions, but being told by the world itself to do something like a pawn or soldier doesn''t do it for me. I was ready to say goodbye to all of you near the end of the rift, thrown into the void, tossed and spat out on some random world. I don''t want questions, I don''t want to know about other people''s shit." The words spilled out like vomit, and I sensed a headache creeping up. It began as a slow pulse that brought flickers of an old memory to mind, but I crushed the stray thought and focused on Isaac''s eyes. They sucked in light, dark, gloomy, and endless as the void. It was a good enough target to center my thoughts around. The shadows receded, sucked up and drained away like a plug setting water free. With it, the blanket of mana around us retreated, and Isaac stood up, turning his chair and placing it back underneath the table. "If anything is brought up about you, I''ll let you know," he said coolly. He pulled up his mask built into his cloak, but I saw the gritted teeth beneath his neutral facade. His right finger twitched, subtly moving toward his belt where his dagger stayed sheathed. I watched him sink into the shadows. For a split second, his movement stopped, and his eyes flickered toward me, but he slipped beneath the tile without a word, leaving me alone in the now bright room. Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. Standing there, I stared at the spot he had been for a good while before eventually turning around and heading to the training ground. Maybe some exhaustion will make the headache go away. ------------- After two hours of practicing with my new spear and having my familiars join me, I finally collapsed onto the stone floor and rested my head on the cool ground. Zharia and Sturmrorex raced to get to me first while ¨¢ine rode Magnus. Erebus remained in my soulspace, but that was fine; he wouldn''t have cared about my sparring, not like the others. Bracing for the impact, I tensed as Zharia''s feathery body landed atop my chest and flared her feathers with bright golden flames as she triumphed over the swimming dragon. "Mine!" Sturmrorex harumphed and slid over to my stomach, coiling up and flaring his own mist with little zaps of lightning. "You win this one! But I shall win more!" They played in mock outrage towards each other, but I could feel their true emotions through the link. It was all bluster meant to distract. Magnus arrived and headbutted my cheek before rubbing his wet nose against me. I reached up and gently booped him before he lowered his head, and ¨¢ine walked over, plopping herself down on my forehead, staring into my eyes from above. I blinked slowly and reached up a finger, but she grasped it in her tiny hands and lowered it. A deep sigh exited my body, and my familiars grew silent, the loud duo silencing and canceling their skills while Magnus rested his head on my chin. "You know, it''s not like I''m dying guys." "Master feels bad," Zharia chirped. Direct and Sweet. "Not bad, just not ready for whatever keeps trying to intrude. Would you want a headache?" She hopped closer and lightly pecked my chest. It tickled, but I didn''t move. A small burst of energy slipped into my skin and across my skull. It brought forth the scent of berries and flowers, fresh grass topped with dew. ¨¢ine retracted her hands from the side of my head and stood and crossed her arms. I got the message. "Fine. Fine." After releasing my grip on the spear, I swept both arms towards my belly and then upwards, dragging the dragon and phoenix together, moving them to just under my chin. Continuing, I wrapped my arms around Magnus while ¨¢ine adjusted by lowering herself more on my head, using my horns as a stabilizer. "You guys are manipulative, you know that? Too cute for your own good." "Not cute, majestic!" Sturmrorex roared. "Fierce!" Zharia screeched. I chuckled and closed my eyes. The headache grew throughout the last two hours, constantly trying to fill my mind even as I ruthlessly squashed its attempts. Time to fix this. Landing in my soulspace, I found myself lying on the obsidian island and watched two wisps appear. One brought the sense of bonepile wreathed in shadows, the other an endless expanse that filled my ears with a loud Chomp! They settled above me, and I waved. Alright then, let''s get to it. Bring it on, you stupid memory. Finally, I gave in. The headache ceased, and the pressure in my chest disappeared. Like a balloon bursting, a swirl of thoughts rushed into its place, filling my head and sucking me in with a flood of information. I stared at myself, my face gaunt. Heavy black eyebags and a permanent frown stood out on my face. My short brown hair was combed but lazily, with little done to smooth out the stray strands that poked out. The mirror held nothing back; it didn''t let me escape. My arms were skinny, and my pale skin color didn''t do anything to help my appearance. But what me-I focused on the most, what drew my attention past the ghoulish appearance--was my eyes. They were dead. No emotion lay behind them. The sight enraged I-me, but like a dying flame, it came and sputtered out before it could gain momentum. Whatever fire the rage tried to light was snuffed out in an embrace of nothing. "Cyrus... dear? Are you ready?" a hesitant female voice called out from the door behind me. I didn''t respond. Instead, I reached up and adjusted the tie around my neck. Black. Black as the suit around my shoulders. Black as the pants and shoes I dressed in. A light tapping came at the door. Again, hesitant, like tapping on the world''s thinnest glass sheet. I bent down and turned on the tap, washing my hands. Soap, water, rinse, dry off. The actions felt automatic. Once done, I stared at my face again, the spark once more trying to stir up something inside me but failing. A smile stretched across my face. It seemed off, so I tried again, this time with teeth. That didn''t work either. The smile dropped, and my shoulders rose with an inhale before falling away. Pivot, turn around, twist the nob, pull. A woman dressed in black fabric lowered her hand. I didn''t see her face; I refused to look up and meet her eyes. "I won''t ask if you''re okay. But know that we''re all here for you. You ready?" I nodded, and she placed a small hand on my shoulder, brushing off dust that wasn''t there. "Okay, let''s go. Sammy and the others are waiting." She hooked her arm into mine, dragging me forward. I didn''t resist. The hallway was blurry; nothing stood out except the black leather shoes on my feet. Step by step, down the carpeted hallway. A sinking feeling began to settle into the pit of my stomach, and my heart thumped louder in my ears. Thump. Thump. THUMP! "Cyr... Hey, just a few... okay?" My feet felt heavy, too heavy. They wanted to stop; I needed to stop. I couldn''t stop. Pulling my arm back, I slid out of the woman''s grip and crossed through the archway, finding a soft, warm light shining down from above. Faces, a lot of them, all blank. Their features were unknown. They turned and stared. Sam. She stood, still healthy but pale. She stared at me with bright blue eyes, a sadness etched onto her face. I ignored the words she mouthed at me and stopped in place. The sinking feeling spread to my legs, and I felt weak. A new and foreign emotion erupted from my chest. Unlike the anger that tried to form and rage, this emotion stayed. My stomach was lead, heavy, and uncomfortable. A tightening in my chest made me hesitate, not wanting to look at the center of the room past the pews filled with people. This time, when the sparks came, it stayed lit. The oppressive nothingness that smothered its light before couldn''t reach its tendrils far enough. Somebody said something; a large, firm hand gently tugged on my shoulder while another supported the small of my back. I wanted to... The spark burned hot, spurning me to move and turn my head. Slowly, I did, but the world grew fuzzy. Static began to fill my ears¡ªthe voices no longer distinguishable from each other. The grip on my shoulder tightened, but I didn''t feel it¡ªor rather, I didn''t care. In the middle of the room, on a small stage, two large easles stood guard next to two... Two... A thunderous roar shook the world around me. NO! DING! The memory shattered, and my eyes shot open. I couldn''t see. The world looked blurry. A soft mew filled my ears, and a familiar energy pushed into my head that anchored my senses to reality. I reached up carefully, my fingers wiped at my cheek, only to come away wet. My familiars made themselves known, snuggling deeper into my arms and pressing down on my chest. "Master.." Zharia trilled softly. I closed my eyes once more and let the fuzzy memory fade away. "I love you guys," I whispered softly. Isaac Interlude (CH 17-18) Igas opened the door and strode in. "Hey, what''s up with you and Cyrus?" Isaac had his back turned, but he sat on a chair and looked out the window. Despite the source of light having its curtains thrown back, the room looked gloomy. "Too gloomy. He''s brooding." Igas thought. The large oni sat on the edge of the large bed and rested his arms on his knees. Isaac stayed silent, and Igas waited. The rogue was the brooding type, so this wasn''t an unusual scene, but something felt off. Eventually, Isaac summoned a bottle with a familiar snake-emblem embedded into the glass. Igas narrowed his eyes and sat up straight. "Serious, then. Spill." "It''s nothing." "Dragonshit." Igas crossed his arms. "You don''t drink that out of nowhere. It''s too precious. Spill." Instead of replying, the bottle flew through the air, and Igas caught it, taking a swig of the stinging ambrosia in one go. He coughed and cleared his throat, holding the bottle up appreciatively. Isaac held his hand out, and the oni took another swig before throwing it back. Once Isaac had another shot''s worth in him, he finally rocked back on his chair, only one leg left to hold him up. "Cyrus and the other felkin Sereza somehow ended up in the same restaurant the Urry and her goons took me to. The damn felkin spied on me using his familiar." Igas'' raised an eyebrow. "So he caught you dealing with some thugs? What''s the issue? It''s not exactly surprising." "They wanted information on him, wondering who he was and how he messed with the scanner. It doesn''t help they spotted him summoning ¨¢ine." At this, Igas grew serious, his brows furrowing, and a puff of cold air visibly left his lips. "Do we need to crack some heads?" "No," Isaac said, shaking his head. "They backed off after I threatened to wipe them out. That''s not the issue, though." Igas calmed down and leaned on the bedpost, watching the rogue''s grip tighten around the bottle. "Then what? What did you discuss that''s got you drinking?" "Nothing really." He blinked. "Okaay?" Isaac took another swig before setting it down and pushing it away. The chair''s legs slammed down onto the floor, and Isaac adjusted until he faced him. From around his neck, a thick amulet flopped onto his chest¡ªmade of silver metal with four diamond-shaped gems embedded into the silver ring surrounding the enchanted gold disc at the center. "He didn''t care what happened, and when I told him there was nothing for him to care about, he got up. Completely disinterested in probing me for information." He frowned. "And what did his mind really tell you?" A shadow-covered fist smashed into the table. Despite the strength behind the blow, the table held firm without a creak. It was built for people beyond tier two¡ªpeople who had strength-enhancing skills. "That damn felkin! One moment everything is fine and calm," Isaac sucked the air between gritted teeth. "And then rage, that kind that makes me want to rampage with my knife out. But only for a second! Then it''s annoyance, so I get whiplashed by the crash of emotion. And after that?! Sorrow, misery, and sadness that drop me even deeper. By the gods, he doesn''t even show it. I don''t think he understands that it''s there in the back of his head. Now, repeat that cycle. Constantly!" The amulet gave off a subtle glow from the runes inscribed inside the gold disc. "Are you sure?" Igas quickly held up his hands when Isaac glared at him. "Look, not doubting you. But Cyrus didn''t show any of that during dinner. And we know where the rage comes from, but I thought you said he had it under control lately." "He did, or at least I thought he did. And during dinner, it wasn''t a problem. The rage disappeared during it. Only a duo cycle of joy and sadness remained." Igas sat back on the bed and felt the heat still burning in his gut. Bera''s drinks were powerful stuff. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. "Then tell Teddy or Celenae to talk to him. They''re the best at getting through to him." "Maybe," Isaac whispered. Igas raised his hand and made a grabbing motion. A tentacle slithered out of Isaac''s back and underneath his arm to grab the bottle and toss it over. With a snap, two small cups formed from ice and dropped into his palm. He filled both cups before tossing one toward the rogue. A black tentacle caught it, and Isaac lightly sipped it before returning to stare at the floor. Bera''s drink became ice-cold, but it made the burn all the more pleasant as it went down. "Aggh," Igas sipped. "So why the hesitation? Never stopped you before. In fact, you''re treating him completely different." A glare that could swallow the world looked up at him, and he waved it off. "Because. I... he..." a deeper sip went down with an audible gulp. "Because I don''t hate him. Maybe at first, but come on. You know the story he shared. He''s no longer... whatever." Rather than push, Igas let the silence lapse. The drink was good; you might as well enjoy it. Eventually, he finished off the glass and tossed the cup into his jaw, chewing the ice into delicious bits still infused with alcohol. After wiping his mouth, he dropped to the bed and let the soft mattress embrace his muscles. "What are you going to pull off during your father''s party?" he asked as he closed his eyes. Isaac snorted. "Nothing. You know the wards they employ. They''d track me the moment I approach the manor." "Still haven''t broken it yet?" "No. And I won''t be able to. Not unless I get a perk or I finally reach tier three. Might take a decade, but I''ll do it and topple the house." Isaac''s voice held venom, an underlying acidity whenever he brought up his goal. "Yet you still won''t take over the house. Do you think your uncle will sit by as one of the pillars starts to crack? He likes you, but not that much." "I have Uncle B''s backing." Igas'' eyes shot open, and he sat up. "Really? Uncle Brel is a lot of things, and devoted to the kingdom is one of them. Why would he agree to back you on that?" "It''s the wish I asked for once we graduate." He didn''t need to use his mana senses. The lights in the room had disappeared, leaving only a black void. From below Isaac''s feet, an abyss opened up. Anyone else would have felt cold, the shadows stole warmth from the surroundings. But to an oni who specialized in ice? When he grinned, ice covered the bed posts, a thin sheet of hoarfrost spreading up the column. "You have my blade," he declared. "Good. We''ll need it." The last of the bottle''s contents flowed down their throats, and they left the room. They had some steam to siphon off before bed. ----------- When Isaac pushed against the stone door leading to the training room, he quickly backed up in surprise, forcing the oni behind him to step to the side. "What the hell?" Igas protested. He swallowed his complaint as he saw the panicked expression on Isaac''s face. Isaac pressed his back against the wall and slid down, clutching his head. He bent down and saw the runes on the amulet flashing with an intense light. "What do you need me to do?" A tendril slammed against the floor, and Isaac shook his head. "Fuck." Momentarily ignoring the man, he pushed open the door just a crack and felt a strange pressure push into his skin. Into clung to him like nectar and began to crawl its way up his body. Backing away from the entrance, the pressure let off but remained like an irritating rash to his senses. It went beyond physical, and he flared his mana in a wave of cool air that pushed the cloying feeling away. "What the hell was that?" he whispered fiercely. He turned to Isaac, expecting an answer, but he found the man pressing his palms into his face, covering his eyes. Putting aside what had just happened, he bent and tapped Isaac''s wrist. In reaction, the man dragged his hand down his face, revealing a cheek wet from fresh tears dripping off his chin. The sclera around his eyes was red from strain, and the man lashed at the floor again. "I... shut it." Nodding, he turned back towards the door and activated his Armour of the Frozen Monarch. Ice encased him from head to toe, but he cut the amount of mana supplied to the skill and kept it only a thin replica of the usual suit he donned for battle. Once geared up, he pushed open the door enough for him to see inside. The pressure came and attacked his armour. His skill repelled it, but enough slid in through the cracks that he still got a taste of what the pressure carried within it. Rage. Misery. "So this is what Isaac felt. Must be hell on him if it slipped through the enchantment," he thought. The opening widened by a crack, and more pressure rushed forward, trying to swallow him in its energy. He ignored that and focused on the lone figure inside the room, lying on the floor while four little spirits rested on their master''s chest. Only Zharia, the little phoenix, looked up. The flames around her body flared high enough to reach a foot into the air. Holding both hands up, he nodded and backed off, pulling the door closed as he stepped over the threshold. The pressure faded away with another blast of cool air, and he dropped the skill. Ice melted into drops of water that receded into his skin. To his right, Isaac stayed on the floor, his chin resting on his knees. The tears were gone, but his cheek remained wet. "It''s-" he started. Isaac shook his head. "I already know. After a while, one''s thoughts tend to have their own mark. I recognize his damn well." Ignoring the rude cutoff, Igas flexed his fingers and crushed the remaining bits of ice into fine dust. "Are you good?" Silence. Before he could ask the question again, Isaac held out his hand and he helped him up. Once up, the man threw on his hood and pulled up his mask. "I don''t feel like stabbing you right now. I''m off." He grunted in response and crossed his arms. "Figured. You off to talk to Teddy?" "Yes." "Aight. You owe me a drink, then. I''ll return to my room." Isaac nodded, and a pool of black began to swallow him up. He sank into the floor, but not before glancing at the training room door and shaking his head. Once alone, Igas summoned another chunk of ice and chucked it into his mouth. The pressure left a lingering taste on his tongue. Between crunches, he shook his head and started heading down the hall. "I bet the younglings would enjoy a visit tomorrow. Should probably rope Celanae into coming with; they do enjoy her singing. Hmmm..." The last ice chunk crunched beneath his molar and sighed. Life was easier when you can cut things in half. He did warn the man that mental passives were dumb. Chapter 18: Lords New Clothes
I moved to the side and ignored the commotion coming from the next building over. The noise irritated me enough that I almost put on my mask just so I could openly snarl. Sleep had fled my body the night before, and insomnia ensured it stayed away. Now, I marched my way to the clothing shop in the early morning light. It might have been peaceful and even relaxing, but the memory poking at the edges of my thoughts tainted what little joy I might have felt. Might need the mask anyway. There''s no point glaring at Noira. Thankfully, I made the final turn to the seamstress'' building and gently knocked on the door before entering the shop. The lights were dim, and only a sparse amount of the glow orbs lit up the room. The dim orbs cast the room in an eerie light with mannequins and long dresses looming from above. Shuffling noises came from the back, so I walked over to one of the chairs in the corner and sat down, resting my head on the table. At some point, a light tapping on my shoulder made me look up, and I blinked slowly at the elf in front of me. She held out a cup of steaming golden liquid. "Uhm, try some of this. It''s infused with some plants used in stamina potions. I don''t know how you like your drinks, so I just made it the way I drink it," she said. In a much quieter voice, she whispered. "If that''s okay." I took a long sip of the drink, and I sipped again. The almost hot chocolate-tasting liquid warmed me on its way down, and I could feel the heat spreading throughout my body. The mental fog cleared away, and I nodded appreciatively before setting the cup down. "Sorry about that. Rough night. Good morning. Hope it''s not too early," I said. "Oh no, it''s fine." She sat down with her own cup and sipped. "I like to wake up early. Watching the sunrise is one of the perks of living in Solara." It really was. In the early morning, the sunrise had been one of the most beautiful things to experience. With the manor being so high up, it made the view all the more extraordinary. For a time, we sat in silence and enjoyed the drink. Not talking felt good; the longer I sat and sipped, the better my body felt. Each new intake of the golden liquid reinvigorated me. "Thank you, I needed that." She nodded. "No problem. Taking the empty cups, she gave a light bow and disappeared behind the back. When she returned, she carried an armful of packages wrapped in black sheets. Clearing a table, she set the stacks down and organized them into four piles. She picked up the first from the largest pile and pulled off the black fabric to reveal a dark blue pullover hoodie. A coiling dragon snaked around the body amidst a torrent of thunderclouds and lightning. The details were highly intricate, looking almost painted on. "Whoa! That''s amazing," I exclaimed, running my hand over the fabric. It''s so soft, too. Damn, "You had a few drawings of creatures in the notebook. I hope it''s okay I used them for the designs," she asked. The hesitancy and fear in her voice made my jaw drop. "What? Why would I hate this? This is so fucking cool!" She looked relieved, yet she rubbed at the wristband covering her wrist. I shook my head and took the hoodie. Sliding it over my head, I marveled at the feel of the fabric and how almost nonexistent it weighed as it settled on my body. Turning around, I used the mirror to admire the design on the back. Moving felt like I wore an illusion and it seemed to catch the light in just the right way, lighting up the dragon''s silhouette. Noira looked happy, and she smiled when I grinned at her. She held out her hand, and I slid the hoodie off, handing it over. The next hoodies were just as impressive. One was a mixture of reds and orange, sporting Zharia in gold, green, and blue. Another, this one with a zipper, had dark green and beautiful vines wrapping around my arms and the left side of my chest. Magnus'' hoodie had white and black stripes, with what looked like reflective crystals replicated in the fabric. Erebus'' hoodie was all black with strands of white covering the limbs and back. On the hood, eight purple eyes almost glowed against the black fabric that made it. The pants matched but were way less decorated. Opting instead for a more reserved look, they complimented the torso-wear perfectly. Pulling the waistband up, I did a series of stretching exercises and enjoyed the way the chino joggers fit. "Seriously, these are great," I said while lifting my knee up to my chest. "What material did you use?" "It took a bit, but I managed to secure several bolts of gendron silk. They''re tier two monsters who produce this super-resistant silk thread that when cured in an alchemy bath, becomes extra soft while still retaining its toughness. It may not look like it, but it should stop basic blades from cutting or tearing it open. There''s not much cushioning though, so I enchanted it with self-repair, blunt-force resistance, and a minor cleaning enchantment. Give it an hour, and it should be good as new." Her voice held pride and a slight smugness as she explained the enchantments. Excited, I tapped the last two shirt-looking pieces still covered up. "These are the leather jackets?" This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. "Mhmm. Most of the money went into these two. There''s a creature we call a pseudo-hydra. It has fast regeneration and can regrow its severed heads at least once per head. They''re mana-resistant and extremely annoying to kill, but on the plus side, the leather retains many of those properties even after death." Carefully unwrapping the item, I held the bomber jacket up and rubbed my thumb over the smooth black leather. It lacked a collar, but the black hoodie underneath solved that problem. Throwing up the hood, I summoned my mask and donned it. After a bit of refining, I got the ink to form two swirling eyes along with what looked like large spider fangs over the sharp-toothed, jagged grin. It looked edgy, and I felt like a hacker and parkour expert all in one. I turned and held out my arms akimbo. "What do you think?" She lowered her head and squeezed down on her bracelet. "It looks good. The mask... It''s a nice touch." I lowered my arms. "Is something wrong?" She took a step back, and once she did, she looked up, her mouth parted, a surprised expression on her face. "No, sorry. It''s fine," she whispered. Removing my hood and mask, I leaned back on the desk behind me. "Is this better?" A nod. So it was the mask? "What about the last jacket? Last time, you mentioned needing a special kind of metal to slip between the lining?" A look of relief crossed her face, and she gave a tight smile before revealing the last jacket. Unlike the last one, this was dark maroon instead of all black. The biker jacket extended down to just slightly below my waist, and I tugged at the collar, popping it up. "I inserted thin sheets of dwestrum throughout it; the only area without the sheets is around the neck. Same enchantments as the rest," she said after clearing her throat. "The red collar and inner lining are pretty cool. I like the swirl design on the inside." When I turned around, she looked like she wanted to say something, so I waited. Eventually, she pulled out what looked like a stamp. It had a lacquered dark-wood handle and a black metal stamp on the end. I didn''t see the design but did notice the rune etched onto the handle and metal. "I didn''t want to assume, but if you liked the design, do you mind if I include my signature?" "Like a designed logo placed somewhere?" She nodded. I shrugged. "Sure. Where do you want to place it?" Reaching over, she flattened out the end of the right corner of each hoodie and then smoothed out the upper calf for the pants. "Would this be fine?" "Go ahead." I felt mana flow through the metal, a negligible amount, but the rune on the metal lit up, and I saw it secrete a black substance speckled with bright white dots. She pressed the stamp down, and it came away, leaving a perfectly inked symbol. A raven surrounded by thread? The process repeated for each article of clothing, and after she finished, she tucked the tool back into her pocket. "Thank you," she said while lowering her head. I bowed in turn. "Thank you for bringing life to my designs. If anybody asks, I''ll point them your way." A blush spread across her cheeks, and she cleared her throat. She muttered another thanks and pulled out a small sack of coins. When she tried to hand it over, I closed her fist and pushed her hand back towards her. "But-" "Keep it. In fact, here." I summoned a smaller pouch I had prepared and shoved the ten extra gold into her hands while backing away. With a wave, I slipped my mask back on and formed a wide grin before closing the door behind me. Once I confirmed she wouldn''t chase after me in protest, I chuckled and began walking down the street. The new threads drew a lot of stares, and only too late did I realize that the amazing design Noira worked into the fabric looked even more eye-catching than the peacocks strutting in the square. At least it isn''t gaudy. I took another ten steps before a man rushed over. He sported a dark green robe-coat combo and black pants with strange pointy shoes. "Sir! What a marvelous design!" he reached for my arm, and I nearly summoned my spear. Thankfully, my glare made him freeze and lower his grasping fingers. "Please, who made this? What is this called?" His words drew even more stares, and in the corner of my eye, I saw a lady tug on her partner''s sleeve, pointing my way. Instead of responding, I lifted up the edge of the hoodie, showing the stamped emblem. His face scrunched up, and he turned to whisper into the ears of another man who shook his head. "Do you recognize that mark?" "No. Never seen it before. Is it somebody new?" "Maybe-" I didn''t stick around and began moving away from the crowd. As a few people started to approach, I slipped between a large fellow and ducked around another, speedily getting away from the attention. By the time I made it out of the square and into the area with more normally acting people, I relaxed my shoulders and tugged on the jacket. I walked another fifteen minutes before I spotted Sereza leaning against a familiar building. When she caught sight of me, she whistled. "That''s certainly a look." "Hey, don''t like it?" "No, no," she said, holding up her hands. "It looks great. It''s just weird seeing you dress in something so fancy. I''m more used to the half-shredded, rugged adventurer look, that''s all. Seriously, it looks great. I don''t recognize the style at all." "I can show you the designs later if you want. She went above and beyond what I originally thought, so I can''t claim any credit for these." "Hmm. I''ll have to commission something. The jacket is especially nice." I stuck out my tongue. "I knew you would like it." We moved to the hidden entrance and headed inside. Once inside, I heard the clang of metal hitting metal. Moving deeper, we came to the workshop where Daergo wielded a hammer, striking another blow against a glowing piece of metal. To the left, Ernor placed his hands into the furnace and released a stream of fire. Inside, I saw a small bucket. We waited until Daergo pulled the goggles off his head and dipped the glowing sword back into the furnace before turning to face us. "Sereza, Cyrus! Woah, fancypants," Daergo shouted. Ernor turned around and whistled similarly to Sereza. "Beautiful design. The craftsman must have been skilled." "Indeed. How''s it going?" Daergo''s happy expression turned sour, and a grim look crossed Ernor''s face. Sereza crossed her arms. "What''s wrong?" "Lezka hasn''t returned home yet. That damn fool did something stupid, I know it," Daergo huffed, and flames spewed out. "Not the first time, but it''s been a while. I''ll beat him grey when he returns!" I glanced over to Sereza, who shook her head and sighed. "I''ll ask around." "Thank you," he said solemnly. He shook his head and clapped his hands, rubbing them together to create sparks. "Bring the majestic spirit out. Her throne is ready!" Zharia appeared and landed on my shoulder. Ernor went to the back of the room and retrieved something from underneath a workbench. A thin white sheet covered the object, so when Ernor presented it, Zharia leaned forward and trilled in annoyance. Daergo laughed and pulled the sheet off, revealing what looked like a metal bird''s nest. It had thin strands of metal making up its base and carving into beautiful arches on the sides. In the middle, a raised egg-shaped cone pulsed in time with the other chunks of orange crystal embedded around the nest. Zharia hopped off my shoulder and landed in the middle, inspecting it. After a long pause, she burst into flames, and a small spark of fire lit up beneath her feet, disappearing into the orange disc below her talons. The nest shifted, and the thin strands spun into a different configuration with six raised points, each holding a single crystal at its tip. Bright golden flames lit up like beacons before the circular disc sucked them in, creating a swirling vortex of golden fire around the center egg. Zharia trilled happily, and I leaned down to inspect the enchantments carved on the bottom. "Well, do you like it?" She snuggled in and lowered herself into the warm disc surrounded by flames. It used surprisingly little mana, but I could feel that the flames it produced were not the same as those Zharia made. "Well, it looks like we have a satisfied customer!" Daergo exclaimed. He clapped me on the back and nodded sagely at the little phoenix. Sereza poked me in the side. "Why the weird look?" I smirked. "I''m just thinking that Sturmrorex is going to be insanely jealous. I guess I need to find a storm dungeon filled with zappy crystals now." Chapter 19: Making An Entrance I stared at the mirror and tried to smile. The result was pathetic. Yeah, not working. Thankfully, I didn''t have to smile if I didn''t want to. I slipped on my mask, and it magically locked in place. The usual pattern of three shifting eyes and a fanged grin appeared. The ink shifted colors from oily black to brilliant gold to match the crimson hoodie and pants set. There. There was no need to smile, and nobody would suspect the mask was anything but a well-made object. Deciding to leave the hood down, I combed my silver hair and clipped on the small black-gem earring that Eodyne had gifted me. Looks good. With my clothes set, I opened the door and exited the large bathroom. The Igas and Eodyne were there to greet me. Igas wore a shirt for once, a white polo with a collar. Tiny glittering snowflakes caught the light across the fabric. His pants were simple and black, as were his usual boots. "Honestly? It''s weird not seeing your nipples," I said as he saw me staring. With a grumble, he rubbed at his chest and pouted. "Celanae threatened to imprison me if I didn''t put something on." "And you look handsome as ever. You even kept your boots," Celanae retorted. I whistled softly. She had a lilac dress that billowed around her legs. Beautiful crystals shined out from underneath the folds and shimmered with a dull purple glow. And around her shoulders, a snazzy dark purple leather jacket covered her back. My eyes narrowed. "That''s a familiar jacket." She blushed. "The one Noira made for you looked nice, and I had one made in its design. Hope that''s okay." I shrugged. "It looks great. It''s just weird to see old-world fashion on you." "Well..." she grinned. "I''m not the only one who had Noira rush out an outfit. Luckily, she already knew our sizes." She didn''t say who and nudged Igas towards the hallway. With an amused smirk, I followed, and we headed downstairs. "Oh, that''s what you mean." Eodyne and Isaac turned. They sported black leather jackets and black hoodies with black pants. Eodyne, at least, had dark grey clouds designed onto her hoodie, while Isaac wore different shades of black with faint black streaks thrown into the pants. "Copycats," I yelled at the two. "You''ve been holding out on us! These are super comfortable!" Isaac shouted. Eodyne smiled. "These are breathable and do not sacrifice movement. I''ll have more made soon." Shaking my head, I joined the rest of the group at the foot of the stairs. "You know, this is common wear where I''m from. Not fancy like a suit or a dress." Isaac scowled, his eyes flickering across my mask before harumphing. "Suits are boring." "And a dress is hard to fight in," Eodyne added. "Never mind then," I relented. "Where''s Teddy?" "Right here!" Teddy called out from the dining room. "Mother and Father are waiting outside." "I don''t have a good feeling about this," Isaac said suspiciously. "Yeah, well, you already knew that. Oh, Cyrus, you''re going with your mask? It looks good with the red." "Thanks. Should I be worried?" His smile dropped, and his face turned somber. "Yes." Forcing the sigh to stay inside my body, I joined Isaac and Eodyne''s doomed march towards the front door. The butler held it open and waved us out. We finally figured out what Teddy''s parents were doing once we saw the monstrosity taking up space in front of the gate. "Come aboard! The Vessel is waiting!" Nathan declared as he hung off the golden sailcloth. Anastasia swung a golden sword shining with brilliant white light that cut through the night. "Board the ship! We''ve got a party to crash!" It took a few blinks for me to process what I saw. Eventually, I shook my head and approached the giant ship. Nathan and Anastasia looked crazy with their blindfolds and gilded clothes. Anastasia''s dress twinkled with golden light against the white fabric. Her head sported a halo of gold needles that illuminated her hair. Nathan wore a sleek black suit with streams of flowing water serving as a collar, cufflinks, and a belt. "Permission to come aboard, captain?" I shouted up. "Permission granted!" Anastasia roared. I chuckled and leapt up. I easily covered the distance needed to get my feet onto the deck and joined Teddy''s mom near the helm. The others used their movement skills to board the strange ship, and once everyone was on, Nathan''s mana flared like a beacon. Water rushed from beneath his feet and poured down the ship''s sides. With a lurch, the ship lifted, supported by the wave of water that began carrying us across the mountain. This is crazy. Anastasia used her mana to shine down a pillar of light across the deck, putting us under a massive spotlight that followed the ship''s movements. The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. "That bastard brother of mine will never know what hit him!" she declared. "How is that possible, Auntie?! He''ll see us long before we reach the manor!" Isaac roared over the crashing wave. "You think this is all we got to offer? You doubt us so easily, nephew? Hunny! Release banner time!" she yelled back. "On it, dear!" Nathan answered. He snapped his fingers and conjured a fist of water that snaked out and caught a series of brightly colored bulbs. Like a whip, it launched the bulbs into the sky. With a cackle, he whipped more into the air. "Step one, complete!" Silent explosions rocketed across the sky, giving birth to bright, colorful lights reminiscent of fireworks. The lights expanded into a banner, forming a single sentence. Those already gawking at the ship whipped their heads around, mouths agape. The Lightcrests have arrived? Rather simple. Teddy looked dead inside. In contrast, Celanae and Igas clapped excitedly. Eodyne joined Teddy in the pseudo-catatonic expression, and Isaac sank to his knees. I leaned forward and whispered. "I''m starting to think they really don''t like your parents." He glared at me before shuffling away. "No, no they don''t. I can already picture the death letters my siblings will send." "You got siblings?" If looks could kill, Isaac would have impaled me to the hilt. "Yes." With a chuckle, I began clapping with the elf and oni. This is kinda fun. Nathan skillfully manipulated the wave beneath us to park us perfectly between two open carriages. The drivers of the carriages stared with open jaws and twitching eyes, trying to keep their mounts from being spooked. The spotlight above us began to shift in color until it became a rainbow of light that exploded around us. Anastasia sheathed her sword and fixed her hair before hooking her arm into her husband''s. "Everyone, please exit the vehicle safely. It''s best to get in before the room gets too crowded." Together, they hopped down and landed on the manicured grass. The poor gate greeter flinched at the sight of the two but managed to keep his cool long enough to bow deeply. We all hopped off one by one, and I felt the stares of over a dozen people, loudly whispering and pointing. The gate greeter rose from his bow and tapped the pin on his suit''s collar. I felt mana flare up, and he opened his mouth. "The Lady and Sir Lightcrest have arrived! Joining them is their son and party!" Those who hadn''t already turned and were gawking now did so. For the most part, the people''s reactions were of mild interest, while a few made surprised "oohs." However, two people near the entrance of the manor looked outraged. Interestingly enough, they had the same bright blonde hair as Isaac. A mana pulse came from my right, and I saw the shadows underneath Isaac''s feet writhe before snapping back into place. "Let''s go," he said through gritted teeth. We walked past the gate, studiously ignoring the crowd. Nobody, not even Teddy''s parents, spared a glance at the people staring. The double doors were wide open, so we entered. But something happened when Isaac stepped through the threshold. Ding! Ding! Dong! A series of bells played, and a rush of mana blanketed the area. The room brightened, focusing on one point: Isaac. Lit up from below, a blinding light illuminated his form amidst the group. Isaac responded by snuffing out the light with his shadows as he sunk deeper into his hood. The people inside broke out into loud whispers and stared at the man. As one, the rest of Broken Tower stepped into place and surrounded him, blocking the crowd''s view. Those closest involuntarily took a step back, sweat dripping down their faces. I watched several people recoil, finally noticing the fear they showed towards Teddy''s parents. "Pardon us, we''re in a hurry," Anastasia declared, her voice cold. The crowd shuffled away, parting to let us through unfettered. Eventually, we made our way into a grand hall where several staff members helped guests with food and drinks. Nathan turned around and clapped his hands. "No doubt, the rats will be scurrying behind the walls. Try to enjoy the evening while you can." Anastasia squeezed Isaac''s shoulder and smiled. "I''m sorry that our family is still scum. But remember, just say the word, and we''ll beat them up for you." Isaac laughed dryly and nodded. "Thank you, Auntie, Uncle." She removed her hand and linked arms with her husband, strutting away. Where they walked, people rushed to get out of their path. The poor butler by the door squirmed as the duo moved straight for him. "Again, I really have to ask. How did you turn out normal?" I expected something humorous, but when I looked over, Teddy had a dark expression. "They''re pissed off. That offer to beat them up was entirely serious." "What would happen if they did?" "Considering their recent gains? The Dawneborns would lose. But that fight would mean the other families would call for a meeting. And Uncle Allaron would have to step in." "He''d be pressured to act, but knowing Teddy''s parents, they wouldn''t care. They''d simply cut ties to the kingdom and declare their own severance before moving to a different kingdom," Celanae added. "And if they did that, Uncle B would step in. And he''d be forced to defend both sides'' interests," Isaac said. With a shrug, I turned around and headed for the food table. "Sounds like a pain in the ass. I''m glad I''m not a noble." Celanae frowned, but Igas chuckled and joined me. "Me too. Much easier to be an adventurer." For the next hour, I hung around the food tables, sampling every hors d''oeuvre they had to offer. The staff kept a polite smile, but as I loaded up a plate with an absurd amount of food, the facade cracked just a tad. I wasn''t the only masked person in attendance; several couples or even small groups sported intricate masks. But my outfit, combined with the strangeness of me shoving food through the mask, brought a lot of attention. Eventually, a polite tapping made me turn around. A beautiful woman with green hair and in a dark black dress greeted me. On her face was a beaked mask, but even with her hair done up in a bun, I recognized the sharp horns and scorpion tail. Her blazing orange orbs stared from underneath the mask. "You look stunning," I greeted. Her tail tensed, but she kept a polite smile underneath. "If I could wear my adventuring clothes, I would. And you look stylish yourself. Looks good on you." I bowed politely. "Thank you. Did you just arrive?" She shook her head. "No, about half an hour ago. I was forced into a conversation with one of the bigger Felkin families. They want to meet you." "Oh? Sure. I don''t know when the main event is going to start, so we can do it now. Her shoulders visibly relaxed, and it felt more genuine when she smiled. "Probably after another hour. Right now is socializing time. Some of the ass-kissers haven''t even arrived yet." "Sounds dumb. But I guess being fashionably late isn''t surprising. Anyone I should know about?" "Just some of the other major nobles. Two families, about as big as the Dawneborns. The Ajestellas and the Brighthearts. I know the Lumos are busy with a major expedition so they won''t be attending, but that''s it. I''m not that connected." "Again, it all means nothing to me, so point them out if you can." She stared at the plate of food while shaking her head. "Why are you here exactly?" "The others were going, so I figured, why not?" For a second, it looked like she wanted to grab a plate of her own, but she shook her head and waved towards the far hall. Oh, she''s being real polite tonight. I guess I can play along. I kept drawing in more looks, and I''m sure people noticed the pair of horns on our heads. Most of the crowd was made up of humans and elves. While beastkins of all shapes and sizes were scattered throughout the crowd, none had horns like ours. After politely waiting for a rather large beastkin to lumber out of the way, she led me down a long hallway and up a short flight of stairs. We bypassed a room filled with a dozen ladies, all holding a glass , before coming to a stop at a closed room. "Anything crazy?" "No, but the family you''re about to meet can come off a little strong." I separated from her and shoved my hands into my hoodie pockets. "Explain, please." "They''re children of pride." Ahh... that''d make sense. Sereza straightened her shoulders and raised her chin. Around her wrist, I caught a glimpse of the thin black bracelet poking out from underneath her gloves. With more rigidity from the felkin than I ever thought possible, she pushed open the door and slipped inside. I followed and found myself standing in a darkened parlor room. The room''s back wall sported rows and rows of books, while the left contained a fully stocked bar. On the right, a wide table covered in trays laden with food took up the space. In the middle of the room were three large couches and two chairs with a wide, short table in between. Four pairs of eyes turned and watched as I entered. Four sets of colored orbs bore into my mask. One large Felkin, almost as muscular as Igas, stood up and crossed his arms. "So we finally get to meet the new blood." Chapter 20: Meeting of Demons The guy looked like a tank, a wall of meat sporting rich ochre skin and thick bull-like horns. He had cropped hair, short and spiky, while his eyes glowed a dark yellow muddled with brown. Surprisingly enough, he had no tail. He crossed his arms and stared. A woman, who looked similar but with lighter shades of amber and pointy, dagger-like horns and an equally sharp tail, tapped the armrest of the couch. The last two had shades of entirely different skin. On one side, a dark blue Felkin man, distinguished by four short horns and glowing white eyes, his long white hair flowing down to a shark-like tail. Beside him sat a woman with pale skin, her long green hair framing a face with backward-curled ram-like horns and piercing green eyes. Her tail, subtle, coiled around her waist. They all wore fancy clothing but were different from the nobles downstairs. Rather, they had plain dresses tailored to their bodies and well-made tunics that caught their muscles at the right angles. Sereza very lightly tapped me with her tail. "I suppose I am. Are you the pride-spawn Sereza told me about?" The man''s eyes narrowed, and the woman sitting beside him, her lips twitched upward. The other two didn''t react. A roar of laughter rumbled out of the man''s broad chest. "It''s nice to know you have a backbone! I''ve met several who would balk at my appearance, but you sling an insult the first we hear you speak!" I didn''t know it was an insult, but okay. He stopped laughing and grinned but kept his arms crossed. "Why the mask? We''re curious to meet the new Felkin. It''s been several years since we had another join our ranks." I glanced at Sereza, but she remained silent. "Is this room private?" "Myleen?" The Felkin woman on the couch stopped her tapping. "The room is secure; as far as I know, there are no enchantments for scrying or recording. No active ones, at least." "Well, there''s your answer." With a shrug, I reached up, removed my mask, and slipped it into my hoodie pocket. Myleen sat forward, tapping her chin, while the two on the couch turned their heads. The brute standing up looked at me suspiciously. "Is there a problem?" Myleen spoke first. "I can''t tell what kind of mana you use. There are no obvious markers." "No tail either," remarked the other Felkin woman. The other man stayed silent, and the brute uncrossed his arms. "Could have a really short tail." I spun around. "Sadly, no, no tail yet." A look of pity adorned the shark-tailed Felkin''s face. "Unfortunate. I''m sure your next evolution will get you one." Deciding that I was done standing, I walked over to the empty couch and sat down. Sereza joined me with a slightly amused expression. "I''m Cyrus. Pleasure to meet you." The brute grinned again, as did Myleen. "You know Myleen''s name. I''m Fuldro. The one with the fishtail is Julgaern, and my other beautiful sister is Ilyena." "Brother. Take a seat; your pride is showing," Julgaern said. Fuldro scowled but sat down, and I didn''t miss the strange inflection in Julgaern''s voice. Julgaern leaned forward, his white orbs staring intensely into mine. "Sereza has mentioned fairly little about you. We all had a bet placed on what kind of child you are. Care to enlighten us?" I ignored the almost demanding tone and sat back. "What do you think?" "You dress rather fancy; I went with greed." "Envy," Ilyena chimed in. "Pride," Fuldro declared. There was a slight pause, and we all turned to Myleen, waiting. Eventually, she stopped her tapping and smiled. "I think you are a child of wrath." Fuldro snorted. "He seems like one of us. Weren''t you also guessing pride before?" She clicked her tongue. "Maybe. But I don''t think so." They all stared, and I smiled before nodding to Myleen. "You''d be correct." Looks of disbelief crossed Ilyena and Fuldro''s faces while Myleen showed her fangs. Only Julgaern showed restraint. "So all we are missing are sloth and gluttony. Interesting," Julgaern muttered. "Beyond what inner demons we all carry, what exactly is it that you guys do?" Fuldro preened as if he had been waiting for me to ask that particular question. "I''m an adventurer like Sereza, but I work with a company as part of the vanguard team." Is he... flexing for me? His muscles bulged, especially his arms, and I noticed Fuldro subtly posing. "And the rest of you?" Myleen rolled her eyes at her brother. "I work with Ilyena at the castle. We tend the gardens." I must have looked confused because Julgaern snorted. "It''s an honor to work with the royal family. Though demons like Sereza and my brother would find it beyond stifling." Beside me, Sereza stiffened, and he smiled. "Please, Sereza. The others already know you''d rather tear that dress off your body and put on blood-stained leather. Stop pretending to be what you''re not. Your father isn''t here." Sereza''s tail lightly thumped the couch, and she lowered her hands into her lap. "But gossip loves to travel in such company." She had an edge to her voice that carried across the room. If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. Julgaern''s tail loudly smacked the back of his couch, causing Ilyena to scowl. "Maybe, but we can be silent for this night. It would be rude to the newcomer." Yeah, I don''t like you, buddy. "What about you? The others have mentioned what they do; only you left," I asked, staring directly into his eyes. He slowly lost the grin. "I have other duties, but I too, work at the castle." "Yeah, I''d find it stifling as well. I''m just a simple adventurer." Sereza''s lips briefly jerked upward before she squeezed her fingers together. Julgaern stared, as did Myleen, but Fuldro beamed. "Another adventurer? Interesting! Now I''m really curious about what kind of skills you use." "And I''m curious about what you do. You said a company; what is that exactly?" "You don''t know what a company is?" he asked suspiciously. "I haven''t really been an adventurer for long. I''m still learning what terms you guys use here." "Right," he blinked. "A company is part of the guild. Instead of being as small as a singular team, a company is made up of several teams. I''m a member of Skyscales, part of team three." "What''s the point of being in the company?" "Benefits of having a bigger backing. And when it comes to the guild, we''re recognized as an official group. It helps us in terms of reserving slots for rifts and dungeons." It was a lot more thought out than I had imagined. A company didn''t sound bad; it made sense that teams would group up for some of the bigger rift expeditions. The Felkins stared, each one watching me with a different expression. The lack of a mask on my face made me a little uncomfortable, but I grabbed one of the fruit tarts on the plate and tossed it into my mouth. Julgaern frowned disapprovingly, but only him. Fuldro stared at my plate, and I offered it to the big man. He happily took it and began snacking. Myleen rolled her eyes once more while Ilyena pouted. Eventually, Fuldro handed over what looked like a small pie that made her grin. Myleen cleared her throat. "Have you met anyone else in the city? Or are we your first?" "He met Daergo, Ernor, and Metza. Lezka was absent," Sereza answered. Ilyena lowered the half-eaten mini pie. "Is the boy in trouble again?" Sereza sighed. "I don''t think so, but he hasn''t been seen for a couple of days now." "He''ll be fine. I was just as adventurous at his age," Fuldro said. "More like stubborn and reckless," Myleen countered. I sat back and listened to them banter, feeling strangely out of place between them. And Julgaern kept staring, making no attempts to hide it. After nearly half an hour of politely answering questions, Julgaern clapped his hands, and we all turned to stare. "I''ve got to go meet with an associate. It was a pleasure meeting you, Cyrus. Welcome to Solunaria," he said before standing up. He gave Ilyena a quick hug and promptly left the room. Myleen glared at his exit while Ilyena pursed her lips. He said Solunaria... "I apologize for his staring. He can be a bit rude at times," Myleen apologized. I waved her off. "No worries. I''m rather used to it if I''m being honest. Besides, you should have seen how we got to the manor." "Got to the... Wait, people kept gossiping about the ship outside. Was that you guys?" Sereza asked. "Yep. Teddy''s parents are crazy. Apparently, we had to arrive in style." She shook her head. "From what people said, it was certainly eye-catching. So that''s what his family is like. I want to meet them." "You should. They''re a blast." "Teddy? Do you mean Theodore Lightcrest? You''re friends with the Lightcrests?" Myleen asked. "Uh, I''m friends with their son. I''ve been traveling with his team for the last few months." She was about to ask another question, but Fuldro interrupted by tossing aside the cookie he was about to eat. It landed on Myleen''s lap, and she glared daggers at the brute. "You know Broken Tower? Really? What are they like?" he demanded. I blinked and looked up. "They''re normal? The rogue is a little ornery, but outside of that, they''re alright." The big Felkin nearly vibrated. "Normal?! They''re famous!" Really? "They are?" I shrugged. "I guess there was the one time they had a few reactions, but I didn''t really pay attention at the time." "I..." he regained control of himself and smoothed out his tunic. "Excuse me. The company would murder me if I didn''t try to talk to them." Fuldro hopped off the couch and swiftly left, leaving me alone with the women. Ilyena stood up and took the recently vacated spot to pick at the snack plate. "At least he''s passionate about something. I''ll never understand the need to put oneself into danger like that. At least at the castle, I get to make beauty flourish." "I have to agree. No offense to you two." Sereza waved her off. "I enjoy what I do. And I can''t wait to get back to it." The other Felkin leaned forward and patted her knee before sitting back. "You know the rules of the world. Become strong enough that nobody can tell you no." "Not the worst saying. So, I know why I''m here at the party, and I kinda know why Sereza is too. What about you two?" "Appearances for the family, and beyond that, a small day to relax. Whatever the Dawnbornes have planned to reveal soon, it''ll be big enough to affect the noble houses." "They''ve been tight-lipped for a few months now. I believe it was after a return from a big rift expedition. Several noble houses participated in the clearing of three special rifts that appear once every century," Ilyena added. "This sort of thing happens often?" I asked. "No," Ilyena shook her head. "So whatever they managed to loot inside, it has the royal family interested." Maybe it''ll be something amazing. ----------- Eventually, I left with Sereza as she had to say hello to several people. I could tell she wanted to do anything but. The dead-inside look in her eyes told me all I needed to know about how she would spend the next hour or two. Without company, I decided to wander around until I found a familiar rogue storm out of an adjacent room. His face was stormy, and the shadows beneath him clawed at the air. When he turned to leave, he came to a stop right before me, and his eyes widened in surprise just as a female voice called out. "Isaac! We are not done talking!" His eyes grew furious, but I slung an arm around his shoulders before he could turn around. "Isaac! There you are! The others are looking for you! Come on, let''s go," I shouted over the bustle of the party. From the room came two people, the same two people at the door when we arrived. "Wh-" Isaac started. "Hey, seriously, you know Eodyne; she gets rather prickly if we keep her waiting too long!" I had my mask back on my face, so I easily watched the man and woman stare directly at our backs as I led Isaac away. The rogue stayed silent, but I could feel how tense he was underneath my hand. The two didn''t chase after us, but the man stepped in front of the woman and forced her back inside the room. Once we entered a relatively emptier hallway, I released Isaac and leaned against the wall. "I won''t pry, but if you know where the others are, that''d be cool." His mana calmed down, and his shadow returned to normal. After inhaling for several seconds and releasing just as long, he slumped against the wall. "I know Celanae and Eodyne are in the gardens. I don''t know where everybody else is." "Alright. Wanna head to the gardens then?" He stared, and I raised my eyebrow. "What?" "Thank... you. You didn''t have to do that." I scoffed. "Yeah, that''s dragonshit. Seriously, let''s go. I can only handle your awkwardness for so long." His jaw clicked, and he rubbed his temples. "Follow me." He led us through the manor in record time. I watched his back as we moved, but he finally lost the last of his tension right before we exited into the lush garden. Instead of leading us deeper into the mini hedge maze, he had us round the corner and then stopped. He pointed up, and I saw a small nook built into the stonework. "Can you climb up on your own?" he asked. "Probably." He said nothing and sank into the shadows. The wall was pretty easy to scale. The physical boost my passive skill gave me let me quickly climb to the top, where I found Celanae, Isaac, and Eodyne waiting. I began pulling myself up and felt a rush of air help push me past the last foot. After dusting myself off, I pulled myself deeper into the overhang and joined them. Celanae activated a skill, and an amethyst barrier appeared, blocking us off. "So this is where we''re hiding. What''s up with that?" I asked. "I enjoy the peace and silence," Eodyne whispered. "There''s a limit to how many people I am willing to politely put up with when they couldn''t care less about me or my interests and rather my name and position," Celanae muttered. She quickly glanced my way when she realized what she had said, but I shrugged it off and summoned a small pillow and some snacks. Eodyne sat up and pilfered the steaming fries while I slowly spread out my legs and settled in. "Teddy and Igas?" "Teddy is the socialite, so he''s in his element down there. His parents disappeared, probably planning for whatever part C is. And Igas..." Isaac blew out his tongue. "Don''t mistake the oaf''s usual silence. He''s probably down there talking to some of the noble folk and trying to get more donations for the orphanages." "Wait, what? Since when did Igas care about orphans? And does this world not have state, uh, kingdom-run programs?" I asked between bites. "The orphanage is well taken care of, but Igas came from an orphan background. He spends much of his time in the capital, between there and getting more donations sent so they can have a better life. Sometimes, he gets kids sponsored with skills and sends them to apprenticeship programs." Hot damn. That''s hard to picture. "Huh. Maybe in the future, once I''m all rich and loaded with loot, I''ll help out. Sounds like a good cause." "He''d love that. And we''re not that rich." I waved her off. "Semantics. Potato-putahto. Anyone want to try some screaming elixirs?" "What?" "Me." "Sure." At least there''s some fun to be had at this party. Chapter 21: Grand Announcement I stood inside the crowded main hall with Broken Tower and watched as another individual subtly bounced off Celanae''s barrier. Teddy''s parents were still nowhere to be found, but we managed to meet before the staff announced that everyone should gather. The ceiling was an endless expanse of fluffy white clouds and beautiful rays of sunlight. It reminded me of Uzu''s inn. The enchantments must have been extensive to span the entire hall, but considering this was a noble family and given the size of the manor, I doubted they struggled to pay for it. Giant paintings filled with intricate art were also animated along the walls, moving through a continuous scene that never seemed to loop. I am starting to get wizarding school vibes. It took another dozen minutes for the crowd to settle into place, and then the lights of the room changed, including the once bright sky. A series of chimes rang through the hall, and the last of the gossipers quieted. A series of golden panels appeared, hovering midair. They erupted in bright, golden light that shone down onto the center staircase. Two figures stood poised, their outfits matching in brilliant gold and white. Isaac''s knuckles were stark white, and I could hear his jaw grinding. Teddy placed a hand on his shoulders. "Calm. If it''s any consolation, I think my parents are going to do something crazy." He stopped grinding his teeth, but his fists stayed clenched. "It is, somewhat. I still want to punch his face in." "Give it another couple of years. We''ll help." Teddy was entirely serious. Isaac searched his eyes and then nodded. "Fine." "People of Solara. I hope you all have enjoyed the party tonight," the man started, his voice filling the room. "A big thank you to the wondrous Dancers of Maecal! Without their amazing showmanship, I''m sure this room would be twice as empty." Laughs, some polite, others genuine, and more that showed how obvious a lie that statement was. "I''ll give that bastard one thing," Igas huffed. "He has the charisma befitting his station." "And to the servants and staff who helped facilitate a smooth party for everyone in attendance. I also thank you for your service." There was a brief pause, and then one of the floating panels shifted. The light changed intensity, softening while it moved to follow three people walking in from the left to stand beside the man. "As many of you know, the Dawnbornes, along with house Ajestella and house Brightheart, joined together for an extended rift expedition." The man with tanned skin and hair that looked like fire waved with the woman who had eyes of glittering stars. The third did not move, but the speaker continued. "The expedition was long and fraught with danger. A few lives were lost, and even though it is to be expected, we still mourn their deaths." A lull blanketed the crowd, and beyond those who stayed silent, waiting on the man''s every breath¡ªthey played up the anguish they felt over the nameless individuals. Disgusting. The speaker sucked in a deep breath and let his shoulders stiffen as he raised his chin. "But, from their sacrifice and the sacrifice of the expedition''s time and blood, we have returned triumphant!" The crowd broke out into applause. It was funny being inside the literal bubble. None of us smiled while the sea of people outside looked like they were seeing their heroes for the first time. "I didn''t need to know, but this is your dad, right? Good public speaker, seems like a manipulative bastard," I whispered. Celanae chuckled but did so without smiling or removing her eyes from Isaac''s dad. "Oh, he is. Since Isaac was a child and long before that." Isaac''s father stepped to the side and motioned for the third man, the one who wasn''t named, forward. He wore opulent robes, white in color with streaks of glittering silver and golden runes that shimmered in waves along the material. Once he got within the blinding spotlight, all the lights became almost red. The robe lit up, and the crowd broke out into a real applause, one filled with cheers. "Who''s Mr. Opulent?" Teddy frowned. "Our cousin. The crown prince." Isaac''s father dipped his head, but not low. "Rifts are famous for their rewards, both from the Grand Weave and from the guarded treasures inside. We have returned not only with most of our people, but we''ve returned laden with treasure and rewards. And now, with Prince Rudehn here to represent the royal family, we of the expedition team are honored to bestow our greatest find of the expedition." The woman, who I assumed was Isaac''s mother, waved her hands, and a marble table appeared. People''s eyes were glued to the empty table, and even those who kept a serious expression throughout the speech were now honed in. If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. With a small, unheard exchange between her and the prince, she snapped her fingers, and a pure black box, about the size of a man''s head, appeared. Isaac''s father extended his arm. "Prince Rudehn. On behalf of our noble families, on behalf of our expedition teams. We present to the royal family not one... but two evolution stones!" The crowd erupted at the statement while some of the more serious people''s faces and jaws dropped. I blinked. "This whole thing was just to announce their generosity in presenting a couple of pretty crystals?" Broken Tower erupted into giggles. Eodyne lightly smacked my shoulder while Isaac broke into a real fit of laughter. Luckily, the crowd''s cheering and the subtle swirl of wind mana under Eodyne''s control kept our noise inside the barrier. A couple of people glared at us, but they quickly looked away to watch the prince nod and shake the hands of each noble representative. Isaac''s father stepped back, and the prince took his place while the tile underneath lit up with the barest amount of light. "The royal family is honored to receive such a prize. On behalf of my family to yours, we shall remember this favor sincerely." More clapping ensued, polite this time and with a lesser fervor. But the noise was still loud enough to fill the room with a deafening staccato. The chest disappeared with a subtle sweep of the prince''s hand, and then he stepped back to let Daddy Dawnborne retake his position. "That is not all. As I''ve mentioned, the expedition was a great success! Now we''ve come to share that success with you, the people of Solara." Isaac''s father gently tapped the banister, and a virtual banner appeared in midair. Apparently, light manipulation is the go-to marketing skill. A list of items and brief descriptions appeared. They stayed on-screen for three seconds before fading away and being replaced by a new item. There was an impressive amount of variety. Potions, skills, materials, enchanted weapons, and armor flashed along the banner, continuing without a single item sharing the same description as the ones previously. "We have decided to host a Grand Auction! Slated for a week''s time, this auction will be open to all citizens of Solara, where everyone can bid and buy the spoils of a tier two grand rift!" Another eruption of cheers hollered out, and I sent mana into my ring, deafening the sound to a dull thunder. Beside me, the rest of the team had frowning faces and serious eyes. "Why are we sour about this? Isn''t this good for the people?" I asked. Teddy nodded hesitantly. "It is good, but he''s not done speaking." I turned to face the stage and waited. Isaac''s father did not disappoint as he raised a hand to silence the crowd. "But that is not all. In an effort to uplift the people of our great kingdom, we will be hosting a tournament using Orlo''s Dueling Pit. The top contestants of the tournament will get to select top prizes that we specifically held in reserve from the auction. These items will be valued in the hundreds of gold, and slots will be reserved for a special rift accessible only to the royal family! The king has granted us permission, and now the top three teams shall gain the opportunity of a lifetime!" The manor shook with the stomping of people''s feet. I fed more mana into the ring and focused on the vibration beneath my feet. "So that''s why he gathered everyone. How generous," Isaac spat. "I still don''t really see an issue with this?" I said. "Again, not really an issue," Teddy answered. "The city capital will be busy in the next two weeks as word comes in and people begin rushing over. What''s left unsaid is the private auction that will be hosted after the tournament is over. It''s common, and all the big families will be participating. All this generosity means that the Dawnborne, Brighthearts, and Ajestella will help elevate themselves, publicity-wise. This is in preparation for the House Council in a few months." "And that is?" "Every few years, the noble houses get together and elect a head that lasts for eight years. They''ll represent the noble faction in all decisions and have a higher say in voting power." "Don''t forget to mention that the tournament is a good way to scout for people to join the houses and become retainers, guards, or part of their expeditionary teams," Isaac muttered. "It''s a means to pad their ranks." Isaac''s father raised another hand, and the crowd silenced itself. "The tournament will be held a week after the auction. The details will be given after the auction is over. So those who are finished should stick around if they want to find out. Now, I''m sure it has lit the forges inside many young hearts. So I say drink and dance! Be merry! For today we shall celebrate the boon to our kingdom, and tomorrow we wi-" Eeeerggkh! A loud keening made most people slam their hands over their ears as a deep rumble shook the manor. Several cried out in alarm, but then I felt it. It was a wave of mana that rose up like a tsunami, threatening to sweep people under its tide. Backing the wave, the blazing heat of the midday sun shone above its waters. Some dropped to their knees, and others froze like statues, shivering in place. Teddy sighed and slumped forward while Isaac almost beamed with delight. "Is that?" "Yes," he grinned. "Yes, it is." The bow of a large ship sailed through the air, held up by a wave of crashing water. The ship knocked aside floating lights and other decorations, blocking out the beautiful skyline above. I glanced back to the stage and found all four nobles and the prince staring. The Brightheart noble looked amused while the Ajestella scowled with narrowed eyes. The crown prince kept his face neutral, and both Dawnbornes looked ready to murder. Atop the ship, manning the helm, stood Anastasia in full splendor, the light of her dress competing with the spotlights in their brilliance. Her sword was out, wreathed in golden light that left trails in its wake. She swung in wide arcs while cackling like a witch. Nathan stood with his arms crossed at the tip, his proud suit covered in waves of colored water, forming an elegantly designed robe over his body. His beard and hair were covered in seafoam, and he, too, laughed like thunder. "Behold you unsuspecting mortals! We have arrived bearing even greater news for the royal family!" Judging from everyone''s reaction, Anastasia''s voice must have threatened to shatter a few eardrums. The wave spread so wide it blocked out the ceiling entirely. The ship came to a slow stop near the top of the stairs, and Nathan jumped down with a crash. The stairs vibrated but held, as if the man weighed like a meteor. He ignored the nobles and the robotic prince to turn around and hold out his hand. The water extended to create a staircase that Anastasia strode down. "Sister..." the growl reverberated through the room, and Isaac''s mother tugged on his sleeve to get him to step off the enchanted tile. Nathan stepped to the side but kept his fingers locked with his wife. "Brother! So good to see you again. I hope you don''t mind the mess. After all, you did just receive a large windfall of treasure. Surely, the repairs are nothing for the great family!" Anastasia said. Even without the tile, her voice stretched across the silent crowd. The man shook his face one of carefully controlled outrage. "Anastasia... why are you here?" "Actually, we''re not here for you at all!" Nathan said happily. The man snapped his head toward Nathan and nearly bared his teeth. "Then why?!" Anastasia pointed a finger toward the prince, who raised an eyebrow. "We''re here for him!" Chapter 22: They Have What?! In a rush, she bowled him aside, and Nathan stepped over his head, dragging his water robe across his face. A loud sputtering could be heard echoing across the walls, and the crowd stared with slack jaws. Rudehn blinked a few times but stayed in place while the two nobles from the other houses stepped away. I didn''t blame them. Anastasia still had her sword, and she had it swinging wildly in their direction. Isaac was nearly on his knees from laughter while the others tried to stifle or hide it behind their hands. When Rudehn spoke, it also echoed loudly, the pin on his immaculate robe shining with a crimson light. "And what exactly do the Lightcrests want with me?" "Well, not you in particular. In truth, this is for your father, my apologies. But hello to you too, young man. Looking stiff as ever!" His eye twitched, but he kept an indifferent smile plastered on. "You want contact with my father through me?" Anastasia snorted. "Oh no, we already got his attention. We''re just being polite. She waved and then looked upward as a glowing gold crystal began to form. It grew to about the size of a man''s head and gave off a cool blue light. I could taste something from the mana it gave off, but I couldn''t identify it. What I did know was that it stirred the demon inside its cage. It made me want to summon Magnus, swallow it whole, and erase it from existence. Everyone turned to look, and every noble''s eyes widened in surprise¡ªespecially the prince''s. They all bowed, and Isaac''s father scrambled to stand up and join them. Nathan and Anastasia joined in, but their bow was more superficial than the others. The crystal flashed, and a calm and clear voice rang out in time with the pulses. "Anastasia, Nathan. You''ve gotten the crown''s attention. State your reasoning." Nathan raised his hand, and an orb of water shot out from his robe, engulfing the crystal. The nobles backed away in disbelief while Rudehn openly gaped. For a moment, it looked like the crystal tried to rush out of the orb, but Nathan tugged, and it slowly dragged through the air until it stopped at the man''s eye level. "Ho-how did you..." Isaac''s father stuttered. Anastasia turned around and addressed the crowd, her sword planted into the ground with a quick, clean stab through the tile. "Dear people of Solunaria. We''ve come to make a couple of announcements to you, the people, the crown, and its houses." Nathan stepped up to join her, and they shared a look before smiling wide and reaching behind their heads. "We, too, have returned from an expedition, your majesty. And we''ve returned with gains of our own. Most notably is our official declaration to the kingdom that we''ve achieved the third ascension," Nathan shouted. The blindfolds fell away and were swept up into his robe. The people on the ground floor nearly dropped, and even the nobles on the platform began to sink under the sudden pressure the two exuded. With a snap, the orb released the crystal, but it stayed inert. The duo didn''t care. Instead, they kept posing like bodybuilders and models, trying to show off. "I think your parents came back even more insane than before," Igas cheered. "They might have," Teddy muttered. I kept an eye on Isaac, but he looked like a satisfied cat, sitting plump with his prize. Finally, the crystal flared to life and held a seriousness that wasn''t present before. "The kingdom welcomes the addition of new monarchs," it announced. The colors turned into a deeper blue, almost cobalt in the shade. "Anastasia, Nathan. We will need to talk. Privately. And soon." They kept grinning, and Nathan raised his hands to conjure a flat plane of solid water. Anastasia held her hand over the conjured table and made a familiar chest appear. "And, but you see, that is not the only announcement we are here to make," they said together. "We''ve come show the kingdom just how generous we are!" "What have you done..." They reached down and flipped the lid open, revealing the three evolution stones in their full glory. If the crowd could stand, I''m sure they would have, but only a select number of individuals managed to keep their wits and not spend time shaking in place near the floor. The crystal went silent once more. Behind the two, everyone on the platform stared. Isaac''s father''s eyes grew furious, his sclera and pupils disappearing behind an inner light that lit up from within. "It seems we really must have that talk," the crystal said after a minute. "For now, can you reign in your aura? The people have been sufficiently cowed. No need to continue crushing their faces into the floor." At this, the duo looked sheepish. Instead of replying, Nathan spat out the blindfolds, and they recovered their eyes. A collective intake of fresh air echoed throughout the room, and a few people collapsed entirely. Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. I wonder if Sereza is okay. She''ll probably have a million questions. "I shall take my leave. Please be considerate and refrain from deepening my migraine." Anastasia held up her sword and tapped the crystal by bonking it on one of the tips. "I didn''t say we were done. That''s all window dressing. We have one more thing to present. And this one will require lots of talking, between the crown and us." The crystal flashed, but no words came out. The king''s deep voice remained absent, and the duo broke out into laughter. Nathan wiped away a tear, but he did so on his robe, so his face looked wetter than before. He eventually held up his hand and presented a silver chest wrapped with ethereal-looking chains made of shadows. The king remained silent even as Anastasia summoned a small black-metal cube and slowly pushed it into the strange lock. Shadows swallowed the metal, and a loud click reeled the chains back into the lock. With deliberate slowness they both took one side of the lid and pulled up, revealing.... nothing. From my position, I couldn''t see inside the chest, but there was a raised shelf with nothing on it. Then, Anastasia waved her hand over the thing and revealed what looked like a single marble made of pink glass. People were back on their knees, and some struggled to breathe. Around me, the others weathered the effects better than the average folk, but I didn''t understand why they had faces of pure disbelief. "What''s going on?" Isaac glared and made choking motions at me. "Screw you and your weird resistances! Aaagh! That stone... that''s an ascendence marble." I motioned for him to continue, but he flipped me the bird and crossed his arms while looking away. Celanae summoned her journal and was already making an entry. "That crystal..." she said through gritted teeth. "It''s more rare than any evolution stone. Depending on the tier, it will fully ascend you up to the tier of the marble once consumed, provided you have your skill slots filled out." "Damn them, they held back that surprise," Igas growled. "This will change a lot of things by next year," Teddy added. I can see how. Damn, that thing would be handy. I wonder if I can loot one of them. A second king''s crystal formed, followed by a third, fourth, and fifth crystal. They connected and extended their points like a messed-up pentagram. They surrounded the two, and Nathan quickly sucked in the chests before a flash of blue light whisked the crystals and the duo away. People began to breathe easily again, but not before they looked at the platform where Isaac''s father raged with shining fists made of light. He snapped his head toward the Rudehn, and then the ship slowly sank to the ground as the magic water began to disappear. Panicked bodies began to scramble out of the way, and luckily, the ship managed to come to rest on the ground without harming a soul. Gossip roared through the crowd, and I stretched my arms and popped my back. "Well, I think they successfully managed to upstage your family, Isaac." "Yes, they did!" he laughed. Less like a pleased cat and more like a gleeful gremlin, he practically hopped in place. "Right. I''m going to raid the snack table, find Sereza, and then head back to the house. Anyone in?" Teddy glanced toward the ship and then dragged a hand down his face. "Yeah, I''m in. Let''s fill our supplies." Isaac was the first to run off, gliding through like a hummingbird as he escaped into the side hall. I guess we follow him. With one last glance toward the platform, I didn''t miss the longing look on the prince''s face as he stared at where the shadow chest had been. ---------- Serena glared for the hundredth, and I sighed. "Okay, seriously, I didn''t know they were going to do that. I only vaguely knew they had plans for something." "Don''t think I didn''t miss how completely unbothered you were standing there. Do you even realize how much you stood out? The other felkins asked me a hundred questions, especially Fuldro," Sereza accused. "Also, I think Myleen likes you." "She seems intense. Maybe I should meet the other felkins first, know which tails I''m stepping on before I do anything drastic." With a shake of her head, she turned and waved. "I''ll see you in a couple of days. I already know I''ll be busy with the tournament and auction announcement. Not to mention the insanity Teddy''s parents inflicted." "Bye!" When she disappeared down the road, I turned and entered the opened gate. Everyone else was already inside, so I walked into the manor without the usual chimes. No butler again. He probably has the night off. I debated returning to my room, but I decided more practice with the tentacle spear would be better time spent. Plus, I could burn off some of the calories from all the snacking. Without missing a beat, I flexed my abs. After chuckling to myself, I made my way throughout the house and down the stairs. The training hall was empty, so I closed the door behind me and tore off the hoodie. It was nice, but unneeded. I approached the mirror in the corner and stared at the rainbow tattoo on my chest. The tattoo brightened with a flex of will, glaring back at me. After a second, I dimmed it and rubbed at the spot, my fingers coming away clean. My smile dimmed, and I shut them, letting the flash of images from the memory play in my head. It played out until I got to the moment I looked away from Sam''s face, only for it to boot me out with what sounded like a faint ding of a bell. Sighing, I summoned my spear and moved to the center of the room. Before starting, I began to summon my familiars, and they appeared, each taking a second to comfort me in their own way before moving to the far wall so they could watch. "Everyone doing okay? I have some snacks for you all whenever you want." "Yes!" Sturmrorex and Zharia roared. Magnus yawned and tapped the floor while ¨¢ine nodded once. I laughed, walked out of the center ring, and conjured food in little bowls. ¨¢ine got a thimble of tart fruit juice while Zharia lit her weird coal-like snack on fire. Magnus got to eat some shiny crystals I pilfered off a decorated pillow, and Sturmrorex had fun eating meat that tasted like metal. "Okay. Now it''s time for me to train. Enjoy!" Returning to the center, I got into a low stance and gripped my spear toward the side of my chest. Before I could thrust, I felt my familiars react in surprise and begin charging up their skills, only for Zharia to trill out. "Grandpa?!" "Hello to you too, little one. Is everything okay?" Cal asked as Zharia flew up to land on his shoulder. He reached up and stroked her feathers while ¨¢ine joined the other. Only Sturmrorex and Magnus hesitated. I watched as Cal floated over, extended his arm for Sturmrorex to wrap around, and then bent down to pick up Magnus. The little cub looked up and snuggled into his chest, dipping his head behind his paws. "Cal?" I asked as he floated back toward the center of the room. He looked up and searched my face. "Something happened. Can I search your memories?" I tensed but nodded. He briefly closed his eyes, and my familiars looked up, concerned. A wave of energy blanketed the room, and the enchantment runes began to flicker. With a sigh, Cal breathed in and the energy stopped. The runes flashed for a dozen seconds before fading and returning to normal. "You haven''t talked to the others." "I haven''t," I admitted. "Cyrus..." he shook his head. "Please do. That memory, you already guess at what it is." I didn''t respond, and he sighed for the second time. "Why are you here, Cal? Don''t get me wrong, it''s nice to see you. But I thought you were in hiding? Everything okay?" He stroked Sturmrorex''s scales, and the damn dragonling purred through the thought-speech. "I''m still hiding, do not worry. My mana signature is being obfuscated by Ysanna''s. If any gods check, they''ll know she visited you. Surprising, but not overly so, considering you wear her necklace." "Okay? Not sure I like the idea of gods randomly trying to check up on me, but alright. You okay then?" He smiled. "I am. You''re not, but that''s for another time. I''m unfortunately here to break some rules that you may be able to benefit from." I tucked my spear into my armpit and crossed my arms. "What''s up?" "I need you to leave the city." Chapter 23: Emergency Exit "You need me to leave?" I asked. He nodded. "Yes, I do." "Okaay. Where?" "Helio." "Helio? That one city?" "Exactly," Cal said as he stroked Sturmrorex''s scales. "I need my Scion to visit the... local populace." I narrowed my eyes. "Okay. Should I be concerned?" He said nothing and continued to lazily float around the room while giving attention to my familiars. "Cal?" "Being a god has many duties and troubles. But in truth, it all depends on the kind of god you are. My domain is special, and I take great pride in that. I am, however, still limited in some regards. And right now, I need you to trust me." I summoned Chomperz, who appeared and ate my spear. He then waited as Cal floated closer and gently bumped his head into his. Chomperz rushed back inside my chest without another sound. Cal''s frown dipped deeper, but he didn''t say much. "I still don''t know what your domain is. A certain someone pointedly stopped another goddess from spilling." He stopped in place. "And hopefully, you will continue not needing to know. It''s... Cyrus, it''d be better if you didn''t, not yet." The god looked ridiculous with all my familiars snuggling into him as he floated midair. His suit was made of silver streaked with pink iridescent scales, and his long red hair had part of it in a ponytail that moved with an unseen wind. I looked into his flaming orbs and smiled. "Alright. I''ll head out now then." "That easy?" his face blossomed into a smile. "Thank you." He gently handed me my familiars, who each waved goodbye before jumping into my chest and returning to my soulspace. With one last wave from Cal himself, I blinked and he was gone. I stared at the ceiling of the now-empty room and stretched. Welp, So much for relaxing for the next couple of weeks. ------------ "So you''re leaving. Just like that?" Celanae asked with her arms crossed. "Yep. Cal asked, so I gotta go." I replied. "Would you sit down for a second and explain?" "That''s really all there is to it. I don''t have any reason why or know what''s up, just that he very specifically said he needed his Scion to go there." "That''s frustratingly vague," she huffed. "Isn''t it common for a god or goddess to just tell their followers to do something? It can''t be that uncommon, no?" She raised a finger, and a slab of purple crystal appeared before my nose. I turned to look, and her eyes narrowed to dangerous points. "We both know that for you, it is uncommon." True, but I don''t exactly see the issue here. "So what exactly is the problem?" "Cal isn''t... he''s not some god of agriculture asking you to help bless a field. If he''s asking you to do something, then it''s serious." I nodded. "Yeah, I figured." "Cyrus!" A sigh left my lips, and I leaned against her barrier. "It could be dangerous; I expect it to be. That doesn''t mean I''m not going. And I have zero information on what to expect. I can''t plan for something with nothing." "You have the rest of us. You have a city filled with crafters and more that could provide something in case of emergency." I smiled. "It''s not like I wouldn''t have asked you guys to come, but I wouldn''t force an issue. Also, I''m very tight on gold. Spent it all on snazzy magical clothes." If looks could kill, I might have been severely wounded by the way Celanae stared at me. She huffed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Then where are you going?" "To try finding someone to send a message to Sereza and see if she wanted to come with?" She snapped, and her barrier disappeared, causing me to nearly slip backward. "There are messenger children in every district. Let''s go; we''ll grab one and collect the others." A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. "I''m serious. You don''t have to go. I know this was meant to be a vacation of sorts for you all." "I''ll resist from bashing you on the head." Celanae led the way out while quickly pulling out clothes from her dimensional storage and swapping them for her dress as we made our way toward the door. This will be interesting. ------------------ Isaac looked... less than pleased. Igas continued to be indifferent while Eodyne and Teddy seemed deep in thought. We quickly rounded them up and sent word out to Sereza. But it had already been over an hour, and she hadn''t shown up at the mansion. Damn, I thought she''d want to go. Teddy looked up from his brooding, his mouth set in a firm line. "I don''t like that a god would tell you where to go. And he said he broke some rules doing so?" "So he said, I didn''t sense anything wrong." "That''s not comforting," Eodyne spoke. "I don''t really know or care about the rules, so whatever is the issue, we''ll figure it out." Teddy turned to Isaac. "Can you go to the transportation guild? Find the fastest service?" He nodded and sank into the floor. "We''ll wait for him to come back. For now, we should all prepare and get ready," Teddy turned to face me. "If Sereza doesn''t arrive by the time we set off, we''ll have to leave her behind." "Understood," I replied. "Good. I''ll look through the stuff in the armory. There should be enough looted potions that''ll help." Everyone left to get ready while I stayed sitting in the chair. Everything I owned was inside Chomperz, so I didn''t have anything to grab. And while I was curious about what Teddy would find, he''d tell me the relevant information once we were on our way. It was touching that they all immediately decided they were coming along. I figured they would, but if any of them decided not to, I wouldn''t have been surprised. Thumping from behind made me roll my head and see Arturous pad his way over. His giant frame managed to squeeze through the extended archway, and he stopped near my head. I looked up, reached both hands to the side of his massive snout, and played with his jowls. "You doing okay, Arturous? All I see you do is slumber around and munch on fish." He growled and lowered his head until his wet nose stamped my forehead. I laughed into his fur and watched as lines of glowing light lit up some of his golden fur. "Hey, at least one of us is getting some well-deserved rest. What do you say, though? Ready for some action?" His jaw came loose, and I stared into the abyss as he swallowed my head. His teeth never actually bit down, and his giant tongue almost broke my nose, and I snorted. He spat me back out, and I used his fur to wipe the drool off my head. "Fine, I get it. I''ll feed you a whole roasted carcass when we get back. Cooked and seasoned all for you." In response, he slid to his belly and rested his massive head on the armchair, letting me have easy access to scratch his head. I summoned my familiars, and they all took up various positions along his head and snuggled in. The rest lasted almost an hour before Teddy returned to the room to find us chilling. When I opened my eye he shook his head and crossed his arms. "Is it time already?" I asked. "Yes. Isaac is with the driver. We''ll be in Helio in two days." "That''s fast." "It''s an expensive service, but that''s not an issue. They''re wind-aspected terror birds. Stubbornly strong, and have a mean streak to anyone who isn''t their bonded caretaker. But they can run for days on end, even at tier two, and they have a natural air manipulation that lets them run fast." I patted the giant bear''s head, and he lumbered to his feet while my familiars returned. Teddy offered a hand, and he pulled me up. "Anything good from the armory?" "I got a potion of resistance for just about everything. As well as several higher tier health, stamina, and mana restorations." "No sign of Sereza?" He shook his head. "Isaac went looking for her, but he couldn''t find her. Sorry." "It''s fine. Let''s go." Everyone else was already outside. When we exited the mansion and saw the open gate, I had to stop. I see why they''re called terror birds; holy shit, they''re huge. They stood ten feet tall, their powerful legs looking like pillars with long talons gripping the earth. They sported royal blue feathers with varying shades of silver and white streaking the tips. One of the birds'' head swiveled without moving its neck and I blinked as I stared at triangle-shaped eyes. It squawked, and Teddy winced. It took me a second to realize that my ring must have deafened the sound. The driver didn''t have a face. Every inch of his body was covered up in a black suit with a black skin-tight mask covering his head. The golden gloves he wore gripped the reins, and he sat staring ahead, ignoring the passengers. The carriage attached to the massive birds was equally large, big enough to fit Arturous with some room to spare. "I know these birds are huge, but uh... can it handle Arturous'' weight?" "The carriage is heavily enchanted. It uses materials found in tier three rifts so it won''t be a problem." We made our way out the gate, and I stared up at the bird and the motionless rider before turning to watch Arturous climb into the back of the cabin without issues. The wheels didn''t even dip, and the birds didn''t fuss. Shrugging, I waved to Celanae and stepped inside the spacious cabin. Couches lined the walls, and there were even tables on which we could rest things. There were no visible light sources, but the interior glowed a soft blue. Igas rested on the back couch near Artutous with his back facing the door, and Eodyne watched me like a hawk on the side. Once we were all piled in, the door shut automatically, and Celanae tapped the wall beside her twice. "We''re ready." I wouldn''t have known we already started moving if it weren''t for the glass windows. That''s really smooth. This is better than any car I''ve ever been in. I watched the city scroll by. People stared, and several pointed at the wagon as it zoomed by. The driver navigated the city with ease, as we never once stopped and only slowed down once we got near the more heavily populated streets. Isaac appeared from Teddy''s shadow and collapsed onto a nearby couch. "Couldn''t find her." "That''s fi-" I was interrupted by a fierce knocking. It came from the door. Celanae stood and stared as another series of sharp knocks pounded against the wood. She rushed over, and when she slid the door a crack, a cloud of green smoke spilled through. Celanae backed up as Sereza reformed and flopped to the ground. Her chest rose rapidly as she audibly panted with her hair covering her face. "Sereza?" Celanae asked. "Here! I''m... here. Your carriage is too fast... couldn''t catch up," she sputtered. Isaac glared from the couch and sunk below the table. I summoned ¨¢ine, and she flew over and gently tapped Sereza''s horns. Sereza puffed and blew the hair out of her face while looking up at the little fairy who booped her nose. As her breathing relaxed, Sereza sat up. "That''s a crazy letter, super vague. Why are we rushing to Helio? Do you know how hard it was to get people to focus on things other than the party and Teddy''s parents?" Celanae shook her head and summed up a pile of books while Sereza took in the group. I grinned and leaned back, resting my head on the cushion behind me. "Not a fucking clue." Chapter 24: Trouble in Helio The following two days were ones of calm and boredom. It felt like the rain before a storm¡ªdrowsy, slow, and with no real idea of what was to come. We only had to stop so I could use the bathroom, which was a bit of an issue when Sereza didn''t understand why we were stopping. It took some skirting around the questions, but she accepted it, and Teddy gathered us together. He pulled out a crate that let off a series of clinks as it settled onto the table. When he opened it up, several stacks of potions were neatly laid out. "Everyone gets three mana, two stamina, and two health. There are elemental resistances of every kind, so we each get one, along with emergency rations that''ll instantly make you feel full," he explained. I reached out for a vial of purple liquid. "I think Orsk gave these out during my first rift. Sleeper''s Debt, right?" "What''s Sleeper''s Debt?" Sereza asked. "They stave off sleep, but you pay it back twofold when the effect ends, or you decide to sleep. I remember it knocking me out. Tastes like crap." Teddy nodded. "Just in case. These are for emergency use, but you never know. They are also sometimes used to counteract passive sleep effects. They really only work if the effect is truly passive, but it''s better than nothing." After distributing the potions, he pulled out a much smaller box, one made of ornate bone with several security runes covering the lid. Mana concentrated around the actual lock in the middle, and I tasted fire. Teddy summoned a small key and inserted it into the lock. The key lit up with blazing heat and then melted into the lock before a pop echoed out. He popped the lid and revealed a set of seven rings. They were made of solid silver with a single line of black running through the middle. "How did you know to grab seven?" "If Sereza hadn''t shown up, then we''d have an extra." "I didn''t take any of the real enchanted stuff since the tier difference would stress our mana channels. These are tier two. They''ll be a problem if you have to wear these for an extended period, but it''s powered by its own mana battery inlaid in the metal." I took it on and slid it over my pinky. With a thread of mana, it resized and shrunk down to fit perfectly. There was no noticeable effect, so I lowered my hand and watched the others put them on. Only Sereza reacted, and she winced. "What do they do?" "It''s a single-charge protection ring. It''ll block major damage once before the enchantment fizzles out. You''ll know when it happens because the ring will crack in two." Nifty. I hope we never need it. "Once we''re at the gate, we need to meet with Elanor. After her, it''ll be the guildmaster. Do you know if... Cal will contact you again?" "No," I said, shrugging. "Not a clue, but maybe we''ll know what''s wrong once we reach the city." "Hopefully. We should arrive soon." "Yeah, about that, what''s up with the creepy masked driver? Is it a person or what?" "They''re a person. All special carriage drivers from the company we hired from are dressed like that. No face, no voice, no smell, nothing identifiable. They are simply meant to deliver you to your location." We split up for the last hour, but the light in the cabin changed to a sharper purple. Teddy stood up and summoned the rest of his gear. "We''ll be approaching the gate within the next ten minutes. Everyone, ready up." I wore my new clothes but kept my spear inside my inventory. Everyone else quickly suited up, and Sereza put on her new bandolier. She nodded, her face serious. The cabin came to a stop, but Teddy frowned and peered out the window. "Something''s wrong." Celanae tapped the wall. "Is there a problem? Why are we not at the gates?" A voice so neutral I couldn''t guess the speaker''s gender resonated throughout the cabin walls. "This is as far as I can take you. Per the instructions given, I will wait here for three days and nights. If passengers fail to board the cabin during that time, I will return to Solara." She frowned. "That is unusual. What prompted this set of instructions?" Silence. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. For over a minute, the driver stayed silent. Celanae tapped the walls again, but the lights dimmed to a bright pink. "There have been conflicting reports regarding Helio. The company knows of Broken Tower''s reputation. If you can return, the company will compensate for your time. The ride here and back will be free of charge regardless of information found." "What reports? Do you know what we''re walking into?" "No." The lights dimmed until it was nearly pitch black in the cabin. "Please exit the cabin." Isaac began pulling out his dagger, but Teddy shook his head and grabbed his wrist. The rogue scowled and pulled his mask over his face while jerking his arm free. One by one, we exited, and Arturous leapt off the back. The city gates looked fine; there weren''t missing parts or fires burning along the walls. "Something''s wrong," Eodyne said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "No guards are patrolling the top. There are no guards at the gate''s entrance. Elanor would never allow this, and neither would her father." "Isaac, Eodyne, go. Don''t enter the city, not yet," Teddy ordered. Isaac sunk into the shadows, and Eodyne rushed like a lightning bolt onto a nearby branch. From there, she zipped into the sky, and I watched her soar past the forest canopy. When we walked toward the front of the cabin, the driver sat motionless as ever while the birds had nestled down, making their large legs disappear beneath their feathers. Still creepy. We set off in a jog and waited for the two to return. As we neared the gate, Isaac reappeared and shook his head. His daggers were out, but he kept them lowered. "I can''t find anyone around the entrances," Isaac commented. "There''s literally nobody, and the other two gates are closed." Eodyne dropped in from overhead and landed on a nearby branch. "Nobody''s on the walls. I didn''t get close enough to see inside the city." "I guess this is what Cal meant." "I don''t like it," Igas huffed. The gate we approached had the massive doors shut, but the smaller doors that people passed through were open wide. I tried to sense for any oddities in the surrounding area with my mana sense, but everything felt normal. We assumed battle formation, and Teddy entered first. He motioned for everyone to follow when nothing happened, and we walked inside. People filled the streets, going about their day. Mothers and fathers spent time with their kids while people moved from building to building, either shopping or entering to eat. No blood, no gore, no screaming, nor chains¡ªthey all looked perfectly happy. "I''m... confused." "As am I," Teddy growled. We moved slowly, and nobody noticed nor cared that we were dressed for combat. It wasn''t an unusual sight, not as far as the last time we entered the city, but not a single person glanced our way. It made me feel unseen, and a slight chill slid down my spine. "Elanor should be near the center. Her father should be stationed there in his office." All of us agreed to leave the citizens alone for now. They ignored us, so we continued our way through the streets. All around, people thrived and seemed perfectly fine. I watched their movements, but nothing looked off. Every conversation sounded real, and people made appropriate and varied reactions. If they were stiff puppets, I''d have felt less concerned over the fact that even when they walked within a couple of feet of us, their eyes glided past as if we were invisible. It took us less than half an hour to reach the center square. Teddy pointed out a tall, undecorated building, and we approached the door. On three, he pushed it open and held up his shield. Again, nothing happened. There were guards who talked and chatted with each other, but not a single person noticed our entrance. "Isaac, find Elanor." Isaac disappeared, and we stayed near the entrance. Sereza leaned close to my ear. "This is crazy. You sure you have no idea what''s happening here?" "If I did, I would have explained it long before we neared the city gates," I whispered back. "Seriously, I''m just as creeped out as you are." Isaac''s head popped out of the ground. "Through the second door, second hallway, third room on the left. She didn''t react to my appearance and ignored me when I disturbed the stack of papers on her desk. She did react to the papers being a mess, though." "Got it, let''s go," Teddy answered. One guard stood in front of the door we needed to enter, so Eodyne knocked over a drink on the table next to him. The guard hastily went to clean up the spill, and we slipped on through. Elanor''s door was open, and Isaac waited with his back to the wall. He jerked a thumb inside, and we entered her room and shut the door. Elanor looked the same sans the pointy grey iron. She dressed not like a guard but in everyday wear with her hair done up in a ponytail. She furiously scribbled on a piece of parchment with a pen. The only piece of metal armor that remained was two long bracers that covered her wrists and arms up to her elbows. "Nothing. I''ve even yelled her name." "Celanae, secure the room. Eodyne cut all noise. Igas, get ready in case she attacks. Isaac, prepare to disable her. Cyrus, summon ¨¢ine and Magnus. If she uses a skill, try to take the hit; we don''t want to disturb the others." "And me?" Sereza called out. "You have paralytics?" Teddy asked. She nodded. "Then we''ll use that to subdue her." Mana blossomed in my chest, and I let the current flow into my skills. ¨¢ine appeared and landed on my shoulder while Magnus sat on my feet. Teddy approached and used his mace to poke her papers. A thin silver chain slammed down, trapping the corner of the page, while she looked up and glared at us. No, not us. She''s glaring in our general direction. Does she think it''s the wind? "Stupid draft. Darston should have fixed it already," she muttered. Elanor sat back in her chair and chewed on her pen while continuing to glare past us. Teddy slowly and gently knocked on the desk, but she didn''t react. "Engaging." He lightly tapped her leg, and Elanor blasted out of her chair. Teddy raised his shield and crouched. While everyone got into position, mana began to flare. She brushed at her leg and ignored us as she leaned down to examine her thigh. Reaching out, Teddy gripped her shoulder, and her metal vambraces shot out with metal spikes. A purple barrier appeared and blocked one side, while Teddy''s shield handled the other. "Who¡ªTeddy?" Elanor demanded. "When did you get here?" "Drop the skill, Elanor. We''ll immobilize you if you don''t." She looked down and saw the barrier and then looked up to see the rest of us standing ready. Her eyes darted around the room. Isaac moved, and Igas began to emit a chill, but then she leaned away and crossed her arms. "There better be a good reason for why you''ve sneaked in here and cornered me." Teddy lowered his shield but continued to keep his body tense. "Elanor... we didn''t sneak in here. You didn''t notice us." She scowled. "What do you mean?" "Something is wrong within the city. None of your men are guarding the walls or gates. All three gates except the eastern entrance are closed, and only the access door is open." "That''s impossible. I''d never let tha¡ª" Bang! Chapter 25: Breaking the Illusion Metal reverberated as a gauntleted fist smashed into one of Celanae''s barriers. The guardsman behind it grew twice in size and charged like a mad bull. Instead of crashing into her barriers for a second time, she snapped, and the amethyst wall disappeared as the man rushed into the room. I held out my spear, aiming for his legs, and willed it to bend. As he stepped forward, my spear wrapped around his ankle, and the guard fell face-first. He skidded along the ground for several feet, and Igas stomped on his back. Metal bent as the man cried out. "Careful! He can adjust his size," Elanor shouted. The guardsman smashed a fist onto the ground and then shrunk. He quickly slipped out of his chestpiece and launched himself at Elanor. She didn''t flinch as Teddy met the jump with his shield. Once more, the man crumpled to the ground. Four barriers encased his sides, and Igas gently stabbed his sword into his legs, freezing them solid. Despite all this, the guardsman foamed at the mouth and clawed at the ground. His stare never left Elanor as she watched him with crossed arms. "Look at his eyes." I couldn''t see from this angle, but Teddy nodded. "Isaac. More incoming?" Isaac reappeared from under my shadow, and he shook his head. "No. The others are acting normal. This guy was the closest." "Proximity reaction to waking up Elanor?" Celanae asked. "Looks like it. Cyrus, can you try to expel this? My aura is too slow," Teddy said. Mana rushed in, and ¨¢ine appeared in front of me. She hovered over as Teddy gripped the man''s head and forced it to the floor. I finally got sight of the man''s eyes; they were black as the void. ¨¢ine landed on the man, and he squirmed to break free. He didn''t grow or shrink, so ¨¢ine began injecting mana into his skull. As she forced her skill to activate, I closed my eyes and sunk into the memories, letting me feel what ¨¢ine felt. Cold, insidious. Slither through. Sift the mind, bend the will. "There''s this disgusting mana inside his head; it''s centered around the back of his neck," I called out. Teddy adjusted and yanked the man''s collar down. "I see it; looks like a poorly healed hole, about a coin wide." The mana rampaging inside his head felt like heavy chains that constantly squeezed down as ¨¢ine''s mana attacked its links. It brought a sweet taste to my mouth, akin to apples. It makes me want to vomit. If it had been just apples, it would have been fine, but the constant movement of the flowing mana felt like it tried to force its way into my throat and through my brain. Thankfully, whatever it was that held sway in his head, ¨¢ine had plenty of mana to work with. She didn''t brute force her way through but guided the mana to target each link''s weak point and erode the chains, locking up his thoughts. The mana fought back, but ¨¢ine held firm, and in one last rush, she snapped the mana into pieces that rapidly faded away under the tide of healing energy. "Teddy." "I see it." I opened my eyes and watched as the wound on the guardsman''s neck bulged out. "Disgusting," Sereza muttered. The flesh bubbled until it ripped open, and blood seeped down the guardsman''s neck. In a rush, a shrill screech rang through the room as a small, tentacled creature squeezed its way out and slapped its tentacles along the back of his shirt. It made it less than a foot before its screech died, and it began to shrivel into a blackened husk. As the last of its tentacles froze, it flaked away and poofed into dust that stained the guardsman''s shirt. ¨¢ine repaired the damage and undid his frozen legs while at it. Skin repaired itself and became healthy and whole. Everyone in the room had grim faces as we stared at the blackened mess that mixed with the guardsman''s blood. Teddy released his head, and I felt his aura activate. After a few seconds, the guardsman began to stir, and he released a groan. He clutched his head in his hands and twisted away from the light. "Ouggwh." "Ashton. Do you hear me?" Elanor asked, her voice steel as she kneeled beside the man. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. "Captain? Ow! What happened?" Ashton asked through clenched teeth. "Give it a minute; you should start feeling better," Teddy instructed. "I... okay." Elanor didn''t wait and instead turned to the fairy. "Check my neck. If it''s there, I want you to remove it." "Go on. But wait for the others to immobilize her if she has one." ¨¢ine nodded and flew around to Elanor''s back. She landed on her shoulder but shook her head. "Nothing," ¨¢ine said. Elanor let out a sigh, and her shoulders dropped. "Good. Ashton, do you recognize where you are?" Ashton looked up, and his eyes widened as he took in the rest of us. "We''re in your office, ma''am." "What was the last thing you remember?" His face scrunched up as he switched between staring at his captain and the rest of the room. "I finished listening to Felwin''s terrible jokes and wanted to come see you about switching shifts. My youngest will be celebrating their eleventh next week, and I wanted to take the day off." "Has anyone you know been acting weirdly at any point these past few weeks?" Elanor pressed. His face scrunched, and he shook his head. "No weirder than usual, ma''am. Things have been surprisingly peaceful." "I see." "Captain? May I ask a question?" Her eyes flicked down to meet his. "Proceed." "What''s going on?" Instead of answering, she looked to Teddy, who sighed. "We don''t know. We were given vague instructions to come to Helio. When we arrived, the gates were closed, and only one had a service entrance open. The city looks normal, but nobody noticed our presence. You''re the first person we came into contact with." "Elanor, where''s Commander Graves? We''ll need him." Elanor looked up, her piercing blue eyes narrowing. "My father is in Solara. An emergency missive called him away." "When was this?" "A month ago," she said as she stood up. "There might be other tier threes in the city, but the others were adventurers who were pulled away for some guild expedition shortly after you left." "This is a mental effect, right? Is this the same creature as the last time we were here? The one that made the guard attack Arturous?" "As far as reports go, the sightings stopped, and there were no further suspicious outbursts. We assumed the monster was killed off or moved somewhere else." "We need to go to the adventurer''s guild," Teddy said. "Ashton!" The guardsman stood up and saluted. "Yes, ma''am!" "Grab the rest of your gear and follow me." She turned to face me. "You, felkin. Will you help remove the control from my men?" "Ask ¨¢ine. I''m just the mana battery." To my surprise, the captain held out her hands, and ¨¢ine hopped in. Lifting her so that they both met eye to eye, she bowed her head. "Will you help me save my men?" ¨¢ine reached out a hand and booped her nose. She raised her head and stared. "That means yes." "Good." ¨¢ine hopped off and flew to my shoulder. "How are we doing this? Do we discreetly search for who has the same mark as he did?" "Let''s assume anyone with one of those creatures inside them will react the same way," Celanae replied. "Creature? Mam?" Ashton asked hesitantly. She ignored him and moved to the wardrobe in the back corner. When she opened it, her silver armor caught the light, and she lifted the metal chestplate and pauldrons off the stand. The armor moved like liquid and melted around her body while silver chains grew from the shoulders and wrapped themselves around her arms. More chains sprouted from her lower back, forming a belt around her waist. Last to go on were knee-high metal boots that tightened like a second skin over her calves. With her armor donned, she slid open a drawer built into the bottom shelf and pulled out a sword. A single chain branched off and wrapped around her weapon, securing it in place around her hip. "I''m ready. Let us proceed." Elanor led the way back into the main room while busting down the sideroom doors. More guards hid inside and we noted who was doing what as we began to systematically clear the building. It took nearly half an hour, but we found over three dozen guards total. There were smaller guard buildings throughout the city, small outposts near the walls where they usually stayed, so it wasn''t the full guard force. Most of the guardsmen had the back of their necks covered, so it was nearly impossible to tell who had the parasite. Of the ones who did have their neck exposed, all but one were clean. Not good numbers, we''re in for a fight. We reconvened in Elanor''s office. The captain tapped her desk as Teddy and Celanae formulated a strategy. "We don''t know if this will pull people from outside. Ashton was in the hallway when Elanor woke up, so the range may not be long-reaching," Celanae explained. "We can funnel them in pairs or one by one. Since they react to things around them while ignoring us, we can test the range and free the rest afterward," Teddy added. "How much mana did ¨¢ine use?" Eodyne asked. "Less than ten percent." "Good. It shouldn''t take long to clear out the building." "We can begin then?" Elanor spoke up. "Yes," Celanae nodded. "We can begin." "Sereza and Igas, you begin leading people apart. Try to get only two near the hallway, then lead one toward this room. Eodyne, focus on blocking out noise, while Isaac guards the perimeter. Celanae and Elanor will immobilize the guards, and Cyrus and I will get the mind parasite out." Everyone nodded, and we got into position. I didn''t have much of a role, but I was to watch and learn what I could. If ¨¢ine could cut down on the mana consumption, we''d be able to get through more guards before we needed to rest. It took less than two minutes, and the first batch of guards was in place. Sereza slowly led the first guard toward the room by constantly dropping small objects in his path. It''s like leading a puppy with treats. This is ridiculous. The first guard entered. "Careful, he has a close-range fire burst," Elanor instructed. Celanae created barriers behind him while Elanor''s chains snaked through the air. Sereza counted to three and then tapped his shoulder. We waited, but the guard only turned in her direction and stared past her. After a second, he shrugged and began to walk out of the room. Sereza then gripped his shoulder, and the man exploded into action. A wave of flames erupted outwards, and Magnus stepped forward. Like a vacuum, the flames brushed against his crystal fur and began to suck into the cub''s body. The guardsman didn''t wait, and his hands lit up with orange flames as he charged at Sereza. Before he could make it more than two steps, iron chains slapped around his waist and tugged him backward. They began to wrap up his body and dragged him to the ground, where Celanae then sectioned him off with her barriers, leaving only a small patch of skin above his nose exposed. Teddy and ¨¢ine began the process, and I closed my eyes to watch the battle. Like the last time, chains constricted, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up as it tried to invade my senses. ¨¢ine ignored it and forced her way in, engulfing the chains with her mana, as Teddy injected his aura to suppress the mental effect. I resisted the urge to spit and gripped my spear. Just what did you send us into, Cal? Chapter 26: Missing Rabbit Magnus stepped forward and bit down on the struggling woman''s neck. Mana slipped through his teeth, and he started sucking it in. She began to fight it, but the woman stilled as ¨¢ine slid her skill into place. Teddy eased up, and I tried to process two information streams simultaneously. ¨¢ine loosened the grip and undid the parasite''s hooks while Magnus sucked away its strength. Together, they freed the woman from the mind control, and the creature turned to ash before it could fully exit her neck. Two guards moved forward and helped drag her to the other side of the room, where they set up a makeshift cot. The poor woman, disorientated from a headache that came after, had to suffer through a torrent of water that hosed the black dust off her body. She sputtered and tried to stand up, but her arms gave out, and she collapsed while another guard came in and sucked the water away and gelled it into an orb above her palm. The black dust was separated and then stored, perfectly dry, in a glass container enchanted with runes. It took nearly three hours, but this was the last guard inside the building. By now, everything operated smoothly, and the system in place ensured that nobody got hurt and was efficiently processed to bring in the next victim. The awakening hadn''t been kind to everyone, but Elanor guided them all into action. Gear was donned, teams were made, and she issued her orders. From scouting reports, the entire city was affected by the parasites. The infrastructure was relatively unharmed, and nothing was destroyed or broken beyond repair. The first issue made clear was the fact that not everyone was present. Over forty civilians were nowhere to be found. "Wh-what''s happening? Why are you blasting me?!" the freshly freed guard yelled out. "Ileena. Focus. Porter will fill you in. Stand up and listen to his instructions," Elanor commanded. "Captain?" the guardswoman sounded confused, but she still stood and saluted the woman. "Yes, mam!" As they left, I scooped up my familiars and collapsed to the floor, letting my mana settle as it retreated into my chest. Damn, even with all the mana I gained recently, I''m still running low. A guard approached and handed me a cup filled with steaming tea. I accepted and thanked her while closing my eyes and inhaling the strong brew. "What is it?" I asked. "It''s uh called dirty tea. It has root extracts from plants that help restore stamina and mana. I don''t know its real name, sorry," the guardsman replied. I shook my head and looked her directly in the eyes. "No. Thank you." "Thank you. For removing this thing from us. If you need more, just ask." The guard left, and I sipped at the tart-smelling drink. Warm liquid filled my chest, and I shut my eyes. Not bad. "How you holding up?" Teddy asked as he sat down beside me. "Can you tell I''m dangerously close to manashock? Running really low, but it''s fine." I exhaled. "She''s the last one?" "Yes. Once you recover, we''ll head over to the adventurer''s guild. Our first goal is to free the guild master and whoever else is tier two and up. We''ll decide what to do afterward." I gave him a thumbs-up and sipped more of the tea. ¨¢ine scooted to my hand and dipped her arm into the beverage while Magnus rolled onto his back. "Master... need to release." "Give me a minute. I''ll ask for the one guard to help drain it." Magnus grumbled, but he still purred under my fingers. I sipped the last of the tea and set ¨¢ine inside so she could soak up the rest. Opening my eyes, I found Elanor tapping her desk. "Hey, the guy who could create the mana stones? I need him." "Ashton. Find Gedol," she ordered. "Yes, mam!" The rest of Broken Tower settled in, and Magnus managed to dump the last batch of mana into the mana stones. It was a strange skill for a guard, but it functioned like Magnus''s skill. He created mana batteries out of stone that lasted for a couple of hours, depending on the mana stored inside. Apparently, he used to be an adventurer and would use the skill like a bomb to remotely detonate them when he slingshotted the stones at monsters. Intuitive, but I preferred my cub. Half an hour passed, and we got up and joined the others in the main hall. Serena waved, and I summoned a round of freshly cooked fries for everyone. "Let''s go, eat while walking. Elanor has already sent an emergency missive to the capital; cleansers should start arriving by tomorrow at the latest." The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. "Any sign of the monsters from before?" Celanae asked. Isaac and Eodyne shook their heads. "Nothing. I scouted the walls, but the closest creature was a bird foraging for berries." "Only a singular bird?" "Yeah. Just one. I left it alone in case Isaac wanted to capture it." "What side?" Isaac asked. "East, near the road, facing the gate." Isaac disappeared, and Celanae bit her lip. "Highly unlikely it''s a coincidence." "Most likely a spy." "I hate intelligent monsters. Such a pain in the ass." Igas grumbled. "Yeah, well, it wouldn''t be the first time." Igas snorted. "Won''t be the last either." ------------------ We entered the guild building and found it... empty. Unlike every other establishment inside the city, the entire building lacked people going about their day. Citizens could be seen outside talking and chatting as they moved from one place to the next, but this building, in particular, remained void of life. "Isaac and the guards found nothing wrong?" Celanae asked. "No. The guildhall, the side rooms, it''s entirely empty." "Then why are we here?" Sereza cut in. "Because as good as they are, they don''t have Magnus''s skillset. You mentioned that in the rift, you could detect dimensional spaces; if we find one, we''ll have a lead. If not, then we''re back to zero." "Magnus didn''t sense it until it was right next to us. So we''ll have to search every room," I said. The main hall looked clean, the tables had their chairs on top, and the front desk looked perfectly organized with each pen and piece of paper stacked neatly away under the desk. "Split up, Sereza, Celanae, join Cyrus. I''ll take Igas, Eodyne, and Isaac. If it attacks, don''t hesitate." We formed two groups of three and went downstairs while Teddy''s group took up. Before we stepped into the stairwell, I held up a hand and channeled mana into Resplendent Inferno and Storm King''s Tempest. Sturmrorex appeared without the added special effects and looped around my neck while Zharia gripped my shoulder. "Ready." Magnus took point, and we waited as he sniffed the first door on the right. He shook his head, and I opened it on three. Empty. The room had some crates and boxes stacked near the far wall, but that was all. Each room we came upon, we''d repeat the process to no avail. "Last room. I can''t tell if I prefer something being in there or not," Sereza commented. I snorted. "Same." Celanae raised her staff, and I counted to three. Three... Two... One... I turned the knob and pulled and brandished my spear. Sereza slumped. "Damn... empty again." We examined the inside, and I saw a large desk in the corner. Sereza and Celanae split up and scoured the wardrobe and tables stacked with items. The desk in the back called to me, and I skimmed the surface, seeing official-looking documents. A lot of it looked like approval papers and inventory management, so I ignored them and started rifling through the drawers. I opened the last drawer, and a surprisingly pink notebook came into view. Colourful doodles covered its surface, and two giant initials took up the most space on the cover. P must stand for Panasia. I flipped the first page and found it blank. Okay, I am strangely disappointed. I skipped to the next and found a personal entry that detailed the guildmaster''s arrival in Helio. It was clearly her journal, so I skipped to the last entry and found it half-written. A long trail of ink dipped from the last written letter to the bottom corner. "Hey, Celanae. Take a look at this. I think the guildmaster kept a journal," I called out. I flipped to a few pages back. "Each entry is three days apart." "Let me see," she said. She took the journal and began scanning the pages, flipping to a new entry every minute. As she kept reading her frown deepened. "Does it explain anything?" "Not really," she sighed as she closed the journal. "She documents the increased discord and anger flare-ups. They continue to increase until a proper investigation was set, Apparently there was a long pause where nothing happened, the creature supposedly vanished." "That''s obviously not true. I guess it really is intelligent? Smart enough to stop and ambush the city once they thought the threat was gone." "That''s terrifying, to be honest. If it''s a monster, it''s either a new species or there is a breach somewhere spewing out monsters," Sereza added. "Like a dungeon break? I vaguely remember reading about that." "Possibly. Dungeon monsters never last long enough; their bodies can''t handle the lack of dungeon mana and die off. If it was a breach from a rift or a dungeon break, it wouldn''t explain how they managed to keep the city enthralled for this long," Celanae explained. "There''s no way for a monster to adapt and live?" She pursed her lips and tapped the desk. "There shouldn''t be, but it''s not impossible. Until we know more, it''ll be useless to dive down that rabbit hole." Zharia simmered on my shoulder, and I reached up to soothe her as feathers lit up with brilliant golden fire. "What''s wrong?" "Don''t like mind control... bad memories," Zharia chirped. Memories flashed of cuddling a hurt little phoenix in the aftermath of a blood demon''s rage. "You''re right; bad memories indeed." Sturmrorex tightened around my neck, and I rubbed between his horns. "Something wrong?" Celanae asked. "Sorry, I''m good. If there''s nothing down here, should we head back up and meet with the others?" Celanae looked at me suspiciously, worry on her face but she nodded and made the journal vanish. "Yes, let''s hope they found something." Magnus did one last sweep around the room, and while he did pick up some mana from a few enchantments, none of it was dimensional-related. As we neared the stairs leading up, Isaac appeared halfway out of the wall and pointed toward me. "We have something for Magnus to check out. Did you find anything down here?" "Celanae shook her head. "Some diary entries, but nothing that changes anything. Still no clue what happened to Panasia or all the adventurers." It was hard to tell by the mask he wore, but Isaac was angry. "Hurry up here, then. There''s some dried blood," he said before disappearing. The three of us shared a look, and I shrugged and continued to head toward the stairs. It''d be nice to get some answers finally. We met up with Igas and Isaac at the top of the steps; they led us to Teddy, who scraped some blood off the floor. The stain was nearly black, with only hints of brown showing through the lamp nearby. "It''s old," Teddy said as he rubbed the particles between his gauntleted fingers. "More than a day, at least." Celanae bent down and started examining the blood stain while I kept my focus on Magnus, who started sniffing around. He approached the bloodstain and wrinkled his nose, but when Celanae glanced over he shook his head. Magnus continued and slid between Teddy''s legs to enter the open room. He got about halfway into the room and stopped. His fur rose and crystallized as he started to growl. "Here!" Teddy and Igas activated their skills while Isaac and Eodyne got into position. Celanae moved beside me and held out her staff as she focused on the tiger cub. Teddy conjured a timer in the air, and I raised my spear as Sereza''s daggers started to drip acid. Three... Two... One... "Ready, Magnus." Space twisted and fractured in a rush of energy that forced the others back. Magnus swallowed the spatial mana with a mental roar, and the room expanded in an explosion of sounds. Chapter 27: Inside the Bedroom Teddy stepped forward, but Igas lagged behind. I felt something scratch at the insides of my mind until Magnus roared, and I felt the effects lessen. "Huddle up!" Teddy ordered. We shuffled together, and I pushed myself toward the outside of the group; whatever it was that made the others stumble like drunks, it affected me far less than it did them. Teddy began to glow as golden light expanded from his back and surrounded us. His aura further reduced the strange feeling. Should have done this earlier. I pulled out my mask and slapped it on. The enchantments took hold, and I looked past Teddy and found the room had grown twice its length. Before, it looked like a simple bedroom housing a twin-sized bed and a lone desk and chair combo on the back wall. Now, the room had stretched past the edge, and the table and chair sat smack in the center. "That''s Panasia!" Celanae yelled over the screaming. "What is that thing?" Sereza muttered. Near the far wall, deep into the expanded space, the half-beasktin woman clawed at the ground with her head bent back. Long, red claws gripped the sides of her head while slimy tentacles wrapped around her cheeks, pulling her upward. Panasia groaned in anguish as another tentacle slid past her chin and tightened around her throat. It looks like Eraztis... fuck can''t remember the name. "Teddy! It''s mental effects; that''s a mind eater!" He didn''t turn but nodded and pushed even more mana into his aura. The light expanded, and Isaac stepped behind Igas, partially enshrouding himself with his shadow. He grunted. "Can''t enter the shadows; the space is weird." The cherry-red mind eater screeched and forced Sereza to her knees. It removed one of its hands from Panasia''s head and held it up. Suddenly, the table and chair lifted into the air and rocketed toward us. Celanae slammed her staff downward, and a thick barrier appeared in time to block the debris as wood splintered and cracked against the crystal wall. Eodyne pulled back the string of her bow, and an electric arrow started to crackle into existence. Her muscles tensed and then released as the arrow zipped across the room. "Enough!" yelled a feminine voice. The arrow slowed and came to a stop a foot away from the monster''s head. "Eodyne?" Teddy yelled. "Trying!" she replied. Eodyne scowled and held out her arm. The arrow struggled forward and made it a few more inches before a mana wave cracked Celanae''s barrier. "It''s strong," Celanae grunted. "Celanae, Magnus absorbed some of the mana," I whispered. "Damn." Teddy pushed forward, and Celanae shattered the current barrier to replace it with a new one, further out. "Magnus, can you aim behind the monster?" "Yes!" he shouted. "Do it in seven seconds." "Guys," I whispered. "Magnus is attacking in three seconds." Eodyne continued to push the arrow forward while Igas bent low and raised his greatsword. Serena joined him with her daggers, and Magnus opened his jaw as another wave of energy created spiderweb lines in Celanae''s barrier. Celanae cut off her skill, and Magnus unleashed a beam of mana that drilled toward the monster. The mindeater ducked behind Panasia while its tentacles tightened around her neck. The beam continued and hit the wall. After a second, the mana pulsed, and the wall crumpled. The pressure abated, and Sereza sent a fan of spectral daggers that sliced through the air while Igas launched himself forward using pillars beneath his feet. Panasia choked as the mindeater pulled away from her head and dragged her up. "Stop!" Sereza''s daggers broke apart into green motes while the mindeater raised its other hand and froze Igas like Eodyne''s arrow. In a screech that caused the others to flinch, it clapped. Igas jerked toward the middle where Eodyne''s arrow exploded upon contact. "Aaagh!" Eodyne yelled. This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. Igas twitched, and smoke rose into the air as the ice around his ribs began to melt into a puddle beneath him. Teddy charged and raised his shield, ducking his head below. "Zharia, Stumrorex! Now!" Zharia chased Teddy while Sturmrorex''s horns lit up. A bolt of blinding electricity shot forward, reaching the mindeater before Igas dropped to the floor. It whipped its head around, and the bolt shot into Panasia''s chest. I clenched my teeth and watched Teddy come to a sliding stop. Eodyne clutched her skull while Isaac stayed back and stomped. His leg began to sink into the floor at an agonizingly slow pace. "Sereza. We have to overwhelm it. You go right, I go left!" "Zharia, stop!" Zharia leaned forward as she flapped her wings to halt her momentum but continued to float across the room and squish into Teddy''s back. "Master!" she cried. "Zharia!" Mana raced from the lake in my chest and spiraled into the channels for Spirit Lord''s Invocation. Magnus lost his form and shot into my sternum. "Celanae! Launch me!" She summoned two barriers, one below and one behind it, creating a wall for me to kick off of. As I jumped, the barrier extended forcing me across the room. Sturmrorex lit up around my neck, and he diverted the wind around my body. Igas stood up; Teddy activated a skill and made it within arm''s reach before another pulse crushed him to the floor with Zharia stuck to his shoulder. I reached out with Magnus'' skill and began absorbing the mana, but it burned inside my channels, and I tasted copper on my tongue. It traveled down my arms and into my claws as I continued to absorb it. Like gaining the attention of a titan, the mindeater swiped his hand away from Teddy and onto me. The force crushed me into the crystal but Celanae kept it moving. With trembling arms, I extended them forward and activated the mana stored within. For a second, and only a second, the force collided, halting the resistance keeping me back. Like a spear, I smashed into the mindeater and dragged him to the ground. A tentacle snatched my wrist and slammed it to the floor. I kicked and cut through tough flesh. The claws on my feet couldn''t penetrate, but I managed to break its attention and free my arm. Both hands dug into his scalp; my thumb slid into its eyesocket and pressed down. Sturmrorex shot out and sank his teeth into one of the tentacles. Electricity left his scales and began to fill the slimy flesh. Before I could send energy into the mindeater''s skull, the world froze. Oh fu- My vision shattered as the blastwave sent me tumbling away. As my shoulder smashed into stone, something broke, and I swallowed a scream. "Master!" Zharia cried. Blinking away the stars, I forced my chin up and saw Teddy and Igas mid-swing as Isaac thumped the ground with his tendrils. The mindeater floated off the floor, Panasia dangling underneath him, still wrapped in its tentacles. "Sleep!" rumbled the voice. It penetrated my eardrums and wormed its way into my thoughts. Memories flashed too quickly for me to make sense. Like hitting the skip button on a video, it flickered from one moment to the next until it stopped on the image of a mirror. Rage shattered it to pieces, but a new image appeared of a young woman smiling from across the room. Stop! The demon inside clawed its way through the bars and tore the memory away. My vision returned, and I met the mindeater''s eyes. "Give in." A painting... two smiling faces... Mo- NO! Chime bells cleared the memory away, and I sank to the floor. I tried to breathe, but it felt like sucking through a straw. Something sharp bit my ear, and I swatted it away. Again, it bit down, and I grabbed it, feeling smooth scales beneath my fingers. What? "Master! Focus!" Sturmrorex pleaded. I snapped my head up and raised my hand. Zharia gripped Teddy''s shoulder and sent flames toward the mindeater, but they didn''t reach. Fuck you. Swiping downward, five lines of near-invisible energy screeched through the air. The mindeater forced Igas in the way, but the attack exploded against his armor and shot him toward the monster. Ice extended out of his vambrace and sliced a line through its leg before hitting the wall. Crunch! Teddy and Isaac dropped just as three green daggers sank into the mindeater''s left arm. I jumped forward, grabbed my spear, and sent mana through its shaft as I flopped closer. The tip bent around the mindeater''s ankle before stabbing the blade into its leg. Mana flowed into the weapon, and I heard sizzling followed by a sharp scent of burning flesh. Again, the mindeater raised its arm. The spectral daggers crumbled into pieces. My face smashed into the floor. Blood escaped my lips as I tried absorbing the mana restraining us. "Submit!" I didn''t let the memories play; I jammed a claw into my ear and sucked the mana away. It stared down, and I jerked my arm, trying to pull it off balance, but another shockwave pushed it away and forced the spear out of my arms. "Submit!" My spear floated up and then angled toward me. Fuck! It came down and met a crystal barrier that cracked and then shattered. Another barrier appeared, and Celanae groaned. Slam! Crack! Slam! Crack! Something hit my ribs, and I began to roll, but as I did, my body jerked to a stop. Bones splintered, caught between two forces, and I clawed at the stone, trying to gasp for air. "Subm-" "Shut the fuck up!" came a new, exhausted voice. Thick fingers intertwined with the dull-red tentacles and yanked. The monster''s skull met a rippling fist that sucked the air out of the room and popped my ears. The force stopped, as did Celanae''s barrier, and I looked in time to watch another meaty smack crunch the mindeater''s face. Panasia wrapped a large hand over its eyes and stood up, dragging the mindeater with it. Slam! Knuckles met slimy flesh again and again. Panasia''s arms rippled as her fur began to sharpen into needles. When she punched for a fourth time, blood leaked from the myriad of small holes dotting its skin. Reaching around, she crushed it close to her chest while further entwining her fingers with the face tentacles. She pulled. The monster screamed, words desperately clawed at my ears, and a voice in my head begged her to stop. Panasia didn''t care. A tentacle began to rip, and then another. Raising her head, I felt mana rush into her mouth and watched two blades of howling wind elongate where her teeth would be. Like a rabid dog, she bit down and started to chew while tugging at both ends. Violet blood dripped. And the tentacle snapped. Before the mindeater could sink to the floor, she dug her fingers into its throat and squeezed. She raised it to meet her eyes. It slapped at her with nubs, but she bit into its cheek and ripped its cheek off. As she spit, the wind picked up, and something snapped, ringing through the howling air. The body dropped to the floor, and she stared at the separated skull. "Guildmaster?" Teddy asked. The head slipped from her fingers and bounced off the ground before landing facedown next to the rest of its corpse. Panasia crumbled, and Teddy rushed to brace her as she fell. "Cyrus, ¨¢ine." I winced as my lungs struggled to breathe past the crushed rib. "On it..." I gasped. Teddy glanced over and gave me a sympathetic smile. Sturmrorex nuzzled my cheek before sliding beneath my collar and slipping back into my soul space. ¨¢ine appeared as his replacement, and my arm gave out, but a hand stopped the floor from cushioning my face. Sereza waved with her free hand and I shut my eyes to groan. Chapter 28: Healing Tax After sending my familiars back into my soulspace, I had ¨¢ine patch everyone up before moving on to Panasia. Unconscious, letting ¨¢ine''s mana enter her body was easy, but that''s where it struggled to heal the guildmaster. With my eyes closed, I watched through ¨¢ine''s memories in near real-time as she tried to move her mana through Panasia''s flesh. It naturally resisted a good portion of her mana while the rest was absorbed like a sponge. By the time the skill took effect and began repairing the guildmaster''s body, it was like siphoning water through a straw. Outwardly, I assumed a meditative pose and sank into my soul space, watching the skill wisp suck in mana from my mana pool. This is going to hurt. I focused on the vortex and expanded it, forcing more mana into wisp. ¨¢ine''s discomfort was a near physical thing in the soulspace, but the little fairy kept silent, and I felt her approval. It sucked, knowing I was inflicting damage, but ¨¢ine wanted it done. As mana began to fray and slip back into the pool I wrapped mental hands around the stream and held it together. Time held no meaning, and I continued smoothing the strands of the vortex. Seventy-five percent approached, and I sent a query to ¨¢ine; she wanted to continue, so I briefly let go and pictured my inventory. A mana potion appeared in my palm in the physical world, and I chugged before setting it aside. ¨¢ine improved the longer she continued, but the fraction of a percent of improvement didn''t mean much with how much mana we were wasting. At around sixty percent, mana fatigue began to settle in, and I actively saw parts of the soulspace freeze up with a layer of crystal glass distorting the image. Gritting my teeth, I ignored it and pushed more strands together, condensing the vacuum until it flowed at a constant pressure. Once I neared the last quarter, a tapping brought me out of my concentration. The strands unraveled, and the suction came to a halt. Opening my eyes, I saw Celanae offering me a blanket. It felt heavenly as it steamed from coming into contact with my body. "Thank you," I whispered. She frowned and sat back. "You know this isn''t normal, right? Mana shock shouldn''t actually be freezing your body like this. Not at your tier, at least. Seriously, the amount of mana you have is insane." I grinned. "You know why; you saw the perk." "And that perk is a cheat! That''s a perk rewarded from tier three rifts; you shouldn''t have it," Isaac grumbled. Enjoying the distraction for what it was, I glanced over to ¨¢ine, who flew over and landed on my shoulder to snuggle under the blanket fold. "Thank you, ¨¢ine. Good job." ¨¢ine reached out a hand, and I let her boop my nose before turning away and staring at Teddy, who sat beside Panasia. He had his eyes closed and his aura centered, sending out pulses that occasionally shook the air. Panasia looked bloody but healed. Judging by her relaxed face, she seemed peaceful as she slept in a small puddle of violet goop. "Not awake yet?" "Not yet, but there''s a good chance she''s been fighting the creature off for a while. You did well healing what you could, but I suspect she''s beyond exhausted." "Gotcha. That thing... what tier do we think it was?" "Most likely tier three or high end of two," Eodyne said from behind us. I turned and watched her sit before she glanced over and offered me a flask. Reaching out, I took the flask and uncapped it, sniffing. "Gaora juice?" I asked after taking a sip. I never expect the salt. "Yes. Your pronunciation is off. It''s not Gao-rah, it''s gaoo-ruh." I repeated with the proper pronunciation, and she smiled. "Perfect." Igas joined the growing circle and frowned. "I just realized... if you," he stopped and looked at Sereza, who was standing nearby. "Can speak the language of the storm plains. Then that means you understand us every time we use it to speak around you." It took a second, but the others all widened their eyes. Eodyne, in particular, stared at me like she had seen a ghost. Unable to resist, I grinned and showed my fangs. "That''d be correct. Not a bad skill to have for a ''God-touched" hmm?" It was amusing seeing Eodyne''s eye explode with lightning inside her irises. Her lips lightly parted, and I shrugged. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. She looked away while the others seemed apologetic, well... except for Isaac. He just glared. "Am I missing something?" Sereza cut in, disrupting the awkward tension. I chuckled and shook my head. "No. I''ll tell you sometime. It''s just a small joke I''ve been playing." "Right," she said skeptically. "So what now, and how come the room hasn''t returned to normal?" "It will soon. Without Cyrus disrupting the mana, it''ll run out and untether now that its creator is dead. I advise staying near the center to prevent anything weird." She nodded and sat down beside me. "Are you going to loot it?" "Yeah, once my mana returns. If this is anything like the mega-cultist, it''ll take a lot," I said. "Do you think you''ll get anything good?" "No clue. I hope so. Getting tired of all the alchemy materials." We sat there for another half hour before rumbling began to shake the far wall. We huddled in together, and Teddy gently lifted Panasia toward the center. The room distorted, and for a brief second, the void appeared before the room shrunk. I closed my eyes once the wall started rushing at us, and after the vibrations stopped, I opened them to see a perfectly normal-sized room. "Still asleep?" Celanae called out. Teddy looked down. "Yes. Igas, help me move her to the bed." While they grabbed Panasia by her shoulders and feet, I scooched over the severed head and used my spear to shift it closer. It made a disgusting squelch that made everyone cringe. ¨¢ine peeked out from underneath the blanket and shook her fist before slipping back inside. The burst of faux-fury made me chuckle, and I sent mana into The Dead Will Provide. The spider appeared and landed on my open palm. If Erebus cared, he didn''t show it. Gently lowering him to the squid head, Erebus crawled to the center and then pushed in slowly. He encountered resistance for the first time and took longer than usual to dive into the shadow plane. While he started activating his skill, I chugged another mana potion and felt the cool liquid churn in my gut. Celanae moved near my left and held out her journal, a pen hovering just above the page. "I''m ready." Erebus began to exit, and I extended my hand, letting him crawl into my palm as the loot orb detached and he held it up. Letting the spider adjust, I gently squeezed and channeled mana into the shadowy thread. It slowly came undone, and a small jar about half the size of my palm dropped into my hand. I held it up to the light and saw a chunk of grey floating through purple liquid. "Is that a piece of brain?" Sereza asked as she peeked over my shoulder. "Maybe?" I admitted. Celanae was furiously making a new entry into her journal, so I held it up and turned it accordingly so she could get all the angles she needed for the sketch. After she set her pen down, she frowned as I uncapped the jar and lightly shook its contents. "We should get it identified first." I sniffed and pulled back as a sharp, acrid scent burnt the interior of my nostrils. "Oh, that''s foul." "Eat it," Isaac cheered. I flipped him the bird and recapped the jat as Celanae added another line to her page. "Are we keeping the head?" "I''ll grab it," Teddy said. "It''s best we have something to show the cleansers when they arrive." I tossed the dripping head to him, and he briefly caught it before making it disappear into his dimensional storage. "Isaac, inform Elanor that we found the guildmaster," he ordered. "On it," he replied before sinking into the ground. Teddy stretched and glanced toward the bed where Panasia slumbered away. "I''m going down and check up on Arturous. Eodyne, inform me when Isaac returns or if she wakes up." Eodyne nodded, and Teddy walked out. One glance at the bed made me stretch and join him. I wonder if Artu likes raisins. --------------- Arturous roared and headbutted me lightly on the arm. I laughed and offered him an entire glazed ham I stole from the Dawnborne party. "Mmmngh," Teddy mumbled. I dug some of Arturous'' fur out of the way and revealed the pinned man''s mouth. "What was that?" "I can smell the honeycrestle glaze. Did you really take their ham?" "Yes, yes I did," I said as I tore off a piece before it entered the bear''s mouth. "Nobody was eating after your parents and the king." Teddy slid himself out from underneath Arturous and dusted off his chestplate. "Alright, enough playing around. Elanor should be arriving soon; from there, we''ll figure out what we want to do." I swallowed the ham chunk and summoned a flask of juice to wash it down; I tossed it to Teddy and stood up. "We bunker down and wait for the cleansers to find the source, yeah?" "Yes. If more of those Mindeaters, as you called them, exist in hidden pockets throughout the city, we are in trouble." "Are we? Despite how chaotic that was, it wasn''t that dangerous, all things considered. We managed to defeat it with our numbers." "Cyrus, you really need to consider how ridiculous it is that you can stay relatively normal in the presence of a creature several tiers higher," he admonished. "And you''re mistaken about that fight. That thing had been exhausted for a while, trying to do whatever it wanted to do with Panasia. With her weighing it down, it obviously didn''t wield its full strength against us." "Without her in the way, we would have been more aggressive in defeating it. It may be challenging, but we could overwhelm it." "None of us, not even you with your frankly, cheat-like skills, could handle the full force of a tier three mind-manipulator. And what happens if it controls one of us? Isaac would be a menace; Celanae could separate us, cut us in half even." I sighed and accepted the empty flask. "Understood." A pulse of mana came from behind us, and I spun around, spear lashing out. Isaac stopped my attack with a tentacle and slowly rose from the ground, his eyes hard. "Again, it''s dragonshit that you can detect me." I pulled back, and he crossed his arms. "Stop trying to sneak up on me." "Isaac," Teddy commanded. We both turned to look, surprised at the sharp tone. "We''re in a danger site, with hidden monsters. Not the time for games." It looked like Isaac would lash out, his snarl showing as he pulled down his mask, but the man turned away. "Understood. Elanor is five minutes out." Teddy relaxed his shoulders, and Isaac continued to pout, but the tension was gone. The door creaked, and we turned to see Sereza peek her head out. She examined us for a second before shaking her head. "The guildmaster is awake. Celanae told me to fetch you." Isaac sank into the ground, and Teddy rubbed the back of his neck. "Thank you," Teddy said. She nodded and held the door open. Teddy patted Arturous'' head and walked inside, heading for the stairway up. And Sereza raised her eyebrow. "You coming?" she asked as she lightly tugged on the door''s handle. I gave Arturous a hug and snuck him a final piece of honey candy. "Yeah, let''s go see what Panasia has to say. Maybe she can tell us what happened." "I hope so. This city is starting to creep me out." I glanced behind me and saw a pair of young elves pointing at the guild building while having an animated discussion about their hopes and dreams, all the while ignoring the massive bear and felkins standing near the entrance. "Yeah, me too," I muttered. Chapter 29: Temple Emergency As I entered the room, I heard Panasia shout. "So there you are! I''ve been waiting for you!" I blinked and found myself wrapped in a hug that easily carried me off the floor. I stiffened and heard air block out whatever it was the half-beastkin guildmaster said as she spun me around. Eventually, I tapped her arm, and she released me, dropping me to the floor. "H-hello to you too. Should you be up?" She slapped a hand on my back that sent me sprawling. "Nonsense. Thanks to you and Teddy, I''m more than capable of moving around." I pushed up and repressed the anger that swelled. It demanded I get revenge, but I slapped it away and pushed it back into its cage. She can literally break my bones with a high-five. And you''re angry over this? Fuck off. It growled, but I ignored it and stood up. Sereza watched me; her eyes narrowed while the others focused on the guildmaster. "Me first. Where''s the rest of the guild? I don''t sense anyone inside the building. I saw people outside, so is the city still running?" Panasia asked. Teddy sat on the edge of the bed and shook his head. "No. We don''t know where anyone else is; you''re the only one we know of inside the building. There may be more hidden pockets storing them, but you were the only one we found." "Hidden pocket... Annoying," she growled. "And the city is currently under some kind of mass mental manipulation. They can''t see or acknowledge us unless we disturb them, but they go about their day as if everything is fine." "No noticeable burst of aggression?" "None." Panasia tapped the air, and I heard a light tapping as the air around her fingertips seemed to harden. "It''s already second Wuld? The last date I can recall was first Telsas." "First Telsas," Celanae asked as she pulled out a journal. She began scribbling an entry and shut it. "That means you were trapped for at least a week. It matches the last date in your journal." "You have my journal?" Panasia asked, surprise coloring her voice. In response, Celanae summoned the pink journal and tossed it over. Panasia caught it and made it disappear in a single motion before glaring at the elf. Celanae ignored the glare. "What''s the last thing you remember?" Panasia frowned. "The sound of a little kid crying for help. I figured it was one of the receptionist''s children. Slow day, nobody does anything on Wuld. So I headed up, thinking they must have gotten hurt." "And then?" She shook her head. "Then nothing. Just the vague memory of pure rage and chewing off the face of some sea creature as I punched its brains out." "You remember nothing else? Anything at all?" Isaac asked accusatorily. "Hey!" Panasia roared. "I may be weakened, but I can still take you on, pipsqueak. I said what I said." Isaac began to move, but Igas swung his sword into his path, forcing him back. Teddy nodded at the oni and crossed his arms. "Elanor is coming. She didn''t have a creature controlling her, but the rest of her men had parasites in their necks." "Anything recognizable?" Celanae shook her head. "No. Looks like a standard burrower, went toward their spinal cord, and used mental manipulation; how did you describe it, Cyrus?" "Like chains holding it down, constricting their thoughts," I answered. "Damn... Damn!" Panasia shouted, the wind picking up around her as the fur on her ears bristled. "I knew something was off when they recalled Richard." "Richard?" Sereza asked. "Richard Graves. Elanor''s father and the only publicly known tier three in Helio," Teddy explained. "Got it." "Was there a reason to suspect an issue?" Celanae asked, steering the question back on track. "Yeah. The Grey Warden never leaves his pillar. Richard would only leave Helio if the crown called for him. Speaking of which, why are you guys here? And when did you get here? Last I learned from the guild was that you guys were part of something massive for the bi-decade rift." I kept my face a mask of calm and deliberately ignored the glance the others threw my way. "Unimportant, but we got here today. We were in the capital before we got a... warning to come here," Celanae said slowly. Panasia narrowed her eyes. "And who exactly warned you to come here... Celanae." "I can''t say." Mana flared to life, and the others squirmed. I felt mana bite at my skin, but whatever pressure forced the rest to grit their teeth, I couldn''t feel it. Sereza, in particular, looked ready to fall. "Cut it out. I don''t care what tier you are, but if it weren''t for us, you would be a mindless slave. So stop," I warned, sending mana through my channels. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Panasia turned to face me, wind whipping at her tattered clothes. I remained still. She shook her head and grinned. From the looks on the others'' faces, Panasia had reeled in the pressure. "Interesting. I really want to take a look at your status sheet. You shouldn''t be standing." The switch from near bloodlust to the hunger that donned her face had me uncomfortable, but it wasn''t the craziest thing around here. "My God warned me. Take that answer however you want to, but that''s all you''ll find out." Her eyes shined with green light. "And why has your god informed you but not the rest? Just who are they?" I kept silent and met her stare with my own. "Fine," she relented. Panasia crashed to the floor and smashed her head backward, creating a loud thump. Teddy let out his aura skill, and the guildmaster closed her eyes. "Not as recovered as I would like." Before Teddy could offer her a hand up, a thunder of footsteps came rushing from down the hall. Eodyne rushed out, bow drawn. But a second later, she stepped back into the room and stared at Panasia who looked up with a raised eyebrow. "Elanor''s men are at the end of the hallway, weapons drawn," Eodyne said coolly. "Oops?" Panasia offered. -------- Elanor pinched the bridge of her nose. "Guildmaster. Now is not the time for games." "I already apologized, guard captain," Panasia argued. I could see Elanor''s frustration take form in the bubbling of her armor. The chains around her waist and arms tightened and loosened, back and forth, as she glared from underneath her hand. "It''s fine. Are you capable of accompanying us?" Panasia opened her mouth and stuck out her chest but then deflated under the quesitoning gaze. "Aye. I am still recovering. Physically, I am fine, but my mana channels are a wreck. I can accompany, but I am not at full strength." Elanor looked cold, her steely eyes calculating. She dipped her head. "Let''s go. Broken Tower, felkins. We have a situation with one of my men." "They discovered something?" Teddy asked, stepping forward. "Yes." We followed Elanor and her guards, three squads of four each, toward the northern district. We passed a familiar square and came to a stop at a building I only barely remember. "There''s a problem with the church?" Celanae asked. "Yes. A pair went inside to scout the building for people. Two went in, one came out. The other was lost." "I thought every squad had a minimum of three guards. Why was there only two?" "Because out of all buildings, the church should have been the safest. They were meant to go in and out, no longer than three minutes." "The church should be untouched..." Celanae muttered. "And yet it isn''t. So either the gods have abandoned this church, or there is a problem," Eodyne jutted in. She didn''t glance my way but I felt the spike in her mana pointed in my direction. The squad of guards didn''t notice, nor did Elanor, though she looked suspiciously at Eodyne''s back. Teddy stepped forward and turned around to address the group. "I hate to say it, but should we leave it alone and wait for tomorrow?" Elanor froze. "I have a duty to my men. If you don''t accompany me, then we''ll proceed without you." Isaac smirked. "The cold blade has a heart? That''s a little out of place for you, Captain." Isaac... Before the guards could explode, Panasia briefly raised her hand, suppressing them as they all collectively hitched in their breathing. "Calm. Something affecting the church should be addressed as soon as possible. The last thing we need to do is to anger the gods." "Fine, but sending in every one would be a mistake. There''s only so much room in the temple, and we can''t risk losing everyone if something happens." Elanor''s guards bristled while a few older ones kept their faces neutral. The guard captain herself crossed her arms. "I trust my men, but perhaps you are right. Squad eight and four, you''ll guard the building''s perimeter. Be on the lookout for anything approaching or leaving. Squad three, you''re with me." "Should we take those potions now?" Sereza whispered. Teddy nodded. "Yeah. If there''s something as strong as the creature from before, we could use all the help we can get." As one, we pulled out our potions and downed them while Elanor and her guards frowned. "Right. Will you be taking the lead?" Teddy responded by pulling out his shield and mace while activating several aura skills. The effects of his aura washed over the group and extended to Elanor and her squad. "Battle formation, Cyrus, be on the lookout for spatial pockets. If Magnus discovers anything, let us know no matter what." "Got it," I replied, getting into position. I kept Magnus by my feet and Sturmrorex and ¨¢ine on my shoulder and neck. Spear out, potion drunk, the effects running through my body as a slight tingle across the base of my neck; we were ready. Teddy and Igas entered, followed by Isaac darting to one side while Sereza approached the other. She had her tail poised and ready and daggers dripping with venom. Eodyne entered next, and I moved forward with Celanae at the rear. As soon as we stepped in, I felt a blanket of mana wash over my senses. Magnus bristled, and his fur crystallized, but there was confusion in his head that trickled through the soul link. "Magnus? Anything?" "No, Master. It''s not mana." That made me pause. The energy felt familiar, but not entirely. It was foreign and unknown, but Magnus was right. It wasn''t truly mana. "Guys, what are you feeling? Describe it." Celanae gripped her staff and raised her hand. "Heavy pressure, not the same as Teddy''s parents, but similar with less strength. It feels like a light brush against your skin. Why?" "Magnus says it''s not mana; I agree. I don''t have those symptoms either, but I recognize it; I''m just not sure why. Isaac summoned a clone and sent it further into the empty grand hall. "That''s not helpful." "It''s all I got, take it or leave it," I retorted, closing my eyes to briefly sift through my memories. I found nothing. "Enough. Heads up, Elanor! There''s a foreign aura encompassing the interior of the hall." She marched in with her squad, her sword drawn and her armor sprouting three thick chains from her back. Her squad reacted differently, but they reported the same feeling as Celanae described. "Proceeding, did your guard tell you where they went first?" Teddy called out. "Yes. Hall of Divinity, followed by the sleeping quarters," Elanor answered. Teddy took several more steps into the empty grand hall, and when nothing happened, he motioned people forward. "Anything from your clone?" "No," Isaac replied. "The divinity room is just as empty. Statues and murals look untouched. There''s not even dust." "Proceeding." As one large group, we pushed into the far hall and continued unimpeded. Once Teddy stepped into the large room on the other side, again, nothing happened. Except Magnus roared in my head and backed up into my leg. He didn''t need to say it because I could already feel it, and by the others'' reactions, so could they. "Something''s not right; it''s increased," Celanae whispered. "Magnus, can you try absorbing the energy?" He tried, and I felt him activate his skill, the crystal along his body opening its pores to pull in the energy, but nothing came. It continued to push against his body, lightly pressing down, but nothing he could absorb or perceive as harmful. "Magnus has nothing. Can''t even absorb the energy." One by one, we joined Teddy, and as I got closer to the room, I began seeing the intricate artwork towering over the floor, each statue of the divinities taking up its own pedestal and section of flooring. The one directly revealed once I stepped in was empty, simply a floating orb with wisps coming off its sides. Unlike the stone statues, it was made of black metal that shifted different hues. Strange god. As soon as Elanor and her guards stepped in, I briefly closed my eyes to check through Magnus'' senses, but he roared, as did Sturmrorex. ¨¢ine gently tapped my cheek, and I opened my eyes to find the room empty, save for two people. I turned my head and found Broken Tower, as well as Sereza and Elanor and her squad, absent from the room. Letting my mana rush into my spear, I held it forward and pointed it at the man in robes sitting under the floating sphere. His snow-white beard and kind eyes were offset by the iridescent tattoos running up and down his arms. He moved his hands to his lap and met my eyes. "This one greets the Scion of Calstrax," he solemnly chanted. After dipping his head, he raised it and smiled. "It''s an honor to meet you, Cyrus." Chapter 30: Sit and Have Some Tea "How do you know my name," I asked, mana continuing to run through my weapon. Acrid venom began to swell at its tip, and I was ready to rush in. "So that''s your voice, interesting. Confident, cautious... yet no fear," he replied. "Don''t ignore my question." His smile widened. "If I didn''t know Calstrax''s origin, I''d have taken you for a different kind of demon," he continued. I didn''t answer and moved forward, but he held up a hand. "You can put the spear away; I mean you no harm, and I have done nothing to the rest of your group. I promise." "You realize how impossible that is to believe when an entire city is under mind control," I countered. He laughed, a deep-belly kind of laugh that filled the room. The tattoos shifted around and displayed runic symbols lit in soft gold. "Fair enough. I understand the healthy paranoia. But if it helps, I doubt Calstrax would send his scion to something he thought you couldn''t handle. Even now, as he desperately awaits your return, he has full confidence you will come out of this stronger than before." "You speak of him so personally... and how do you know what he''s doing?" I found the disarming presence the man held with his voice alarming, but my familiars didn''t move, and Magnus sensed nothing wrong. But still, this wasn''t normal, and I had to be careful. "Understandable to be curious. In truth, I wish I had a good answer to give you. I suspect you are not a stranger to being a keeper of knowledge you should not know." I continued to lower my spear but kept it in his general direction. "Maybe." He tapped his head, his finger turning near emerald thanks to the shifting runes. "There''s your answer. I have a good feeling, and it''s usually never wrong. Too many years living on this world, you got to learn to trust in yourself after all." Time to be direct. As he spoke, the energy continued to brush at my mind, and I finally figured out why it was familiar. It was a feeling I rarely felt, but I had enough exposure to it to recognize it. "Are you a god?" I asked plainly, keeping my tone neutral. Again, he rumbled with laughter, his tattoos turning soft pink. "Oh no, not at all. I have no desire to be such a being. If I did, how would I get to hug my beautiful great-great-great-grandchildren?" "Then what are you?" His tattoos dimmed and became nearly black. "Just a humble servant trying to ensure he does his duties. Nothing more." My eyes narrowed. "I get the distinct feeling that your words are not entirely true." "Perhaps. But it''s all a matter of perspective," he countered. "Sure, to a mortal, someone at tier four is a demigod; true power. And they wouldn''t be wrong. But to the upper realms? You are a child not yet matured¡ªrather, you''ve only taken the first step." Huh. "Perspective," "Indeed," he cheered. He clapped his hands and motioned at the spot beside him. "Come join; we have some time, and it''d be rather annoying having to raise my voice for so long. Would you like some refreshments?" I slowed the mana flow rushing into my spear, and I very carefully approached the man underneath the floating orb. When he didn''t react, I sat down on the short steps and placed my spear on my lap, my hand still gripped around its shaft. "I''m fine. Not really in the mood." "Ah, well. I figured I''d be polite," he said. Before he could open his mouth to speak again, I decided to gain some control of the conversation and spoke first. "What''s with the floating orb? I know the rest are gods and goddesses, but I can''t figure the orb out." He looked up. "Not a god, it''s to represent the soul. All powers, all colors, mortal and divine. It''s more beautiful during sunset, I promise." "I''ll have to take your word for it... So what exactly am I here for?" He lowered his head and stroked his bushy white beard. "Hmm, well I suppose the first thing I can do is give you my name. I am Albrus Fentrel, Grand Priest of the Divines." His words took on an otherworldly air, and the runes shifted to display long scripts running down the entire length of his arms and up to his shoulders, disappearing under his tunic. The cream-colored robe shimmered as if lit by an invisible light that focused on the man''s body before fading away in an explosion of light. From the look on Albrus'' face, it was all for show. He coughed into his fist. "Ehem. Now that the honorary is out of the way. Just call me Albrus. Think of me as the head liaison for all the divinities here in Inoria. My job is to handle the middle ground between mortals and divines." I nodded. "Nice to meet you. I''m Cyrus, but you already know that." He had a twinkle in his eye I didn''t recognize, but as his tattoo flared up and changed into swirling circles with geometric shapes, his brilliant-blue pupils searched my face. "Indeed. I''ve had the pleasure of learning about some of your exploits. I am glad to see Lady Ysanna and Lady Zolnja re-enter the Weave. And I must say, young man, you are doing very well." The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. Unsure of how to take the compliment, I decided to ignore it, while my familiars snuggled closer. "So again, why am I here? It''s nice to meet you, but this isn''t the best time to do so." "Ah yes, I should explain. You are here, really, to do one thing. And that''s to make a choice." I lost my polite smile. "I''d rather not." He looked like a sympathetic grandfather at my words. And even reached out a hand to pat my leg. I nearly jerked back, and Magnus growled at his fingers until he removed them. "I cannot claim to understand, but I know a thing or two about the burden of choice. So let me cut to the chase, Cyrus," he said slowly. "You are to choose between putting your life in danger and going through what will probably be tremendous pain or simply waiting." "That''s it?" "That''s it," he repeated. "Any other details? Is there a reward for simply waiting?" "Not really. A lack of pain, I guess. That could count as a reward in and of itself." "What are you talking about exactly?" By now, my apprehension was diminishing as he continued to remain non-hostile. The empty room weirded me out, but it wasn''t exactly the strangest thing to happen in my life so far. "Ahh, let''s see... Do you know about Calstrax''s domain?" I raised an eyebrow. "Chaos, or something related." "Hmm," he said, frowning. "Well, that''ll do for now. It is vastly understated and missing a lot of context, but Calstrax fulfills a very special role for the divinities of Inoria. So he can interact with this matter by informing his scion, even when the other gods cannot." "Makes sense." "Good. So, let me be clear on this. The issue Helio is facing at this time is due to the remnants of a dead god. One that has placed special rules amongst the pantheons and blocked out interference. That means no god can spy on what is happening in or around this city. They are blind and forcefully silenced." I stroked Sturmrorex''s scales. "And what does this have to do with the choice?" "Technically, you already set in motion for the city to be saved. All you have to do is wait." It took a second, but I figured out what he meant easily enough. "You mean the Cleansors. They''ll arrive soon." "Exactly," he beamed. "If you want, you can wait it out, no matter what happens, and the city will be fine. Some may die, others may be hurt, but overall, it''ll survive." "And if I choose not to wait?" I asked between clenched teeth. "Then you get rewarded, and you save the day. But. And that''s a big but. You may die, you can get hurt, and you can fail and get others hurt." How is this a choice? This is bullshit. I didn''t answer and instead stayed silent, watching the man''s tattoo shift and move. Albrus quietly hummed a tune that tickled my ears. It was... relaxing. "What would you choose?" "Hmm. I''m pretty averse to pain, so it would be problematic to choose option two," he said as he clasped his hands and stared at the ceiling. "Then again, knowing you can do something but choose not to is pretty difficult." I raised my eyebrow. It was surprising that he was willing to entertain the question at all. I expected a cryptic riddle of an answer than ended with a quesiton rather than answer anything. "I didn''t expect an answer." He chuckled. "Ahh, I lived a long life. It''s shorter than the cosmos but certainly longer than most mortals. You tend to pick up a thing or two. It helps that my generation of children and their children have always asked me for life advice." I stayed silent, memorizing the runes or trying to. For a while, I examined the room, committing the different faces of the gods to memory. Most looked like people, even if they came in different shapes and sizes. A few were rather drastic, being elemental in nature or having forms that were too bestial to call human-like. After a while, I just sighed and looked over to find Albrus sipping at a steaming mug. He reached over and held out another mug, one just as fresh. Taking it, I inhaled deep the earthly aroma and sipped once. It tasted good. "Thank you." "No problem, child. I have a cup every day. It''s good for calming the nerves." Drinking another mouthful, I raised it to give ¨¢ine a try, but she didn''t care for it. "Can you tell me more about what exactly is going on?" Albrus slowly shook his head. "I can''t go into specific details. It''s unfortunate, but the rules are the rules." "The rules are convoluted." "Very," he agreed. "I know that once I stop protecting you, it''ll be up to you to decide. The moment of your choice will make itself known. I''m sure." That''s a lot of trust to put into something. I drank the last of the tea, and Sturmrorex washed the cup with a quick blast of water mist. After handing the cup back to him, I noticed his cup was still full despite having watched him sip away for the last minute. Standing up, I stretched and grabbed Magnus from the floor, lifting him and activating Spirit Lord''s Invocation. After transforming, I spun my spear and began to channel mana, letting the tip coat itself in the venom. "Do you have the ability to see into the future, Albrus?" Albrus set his mug down and looked up with piercing blue eyes with no pupils. "An unreliable one, yes. Alas, the future is not one to view lightly. The Grand Weave does not like meddling." His voice had a strange tone, but he never lost the kind aura that radiated from his soft smile and gentle eyes. "Care to tell my future?" He smirked. "Only if you''re willing to bend down for this old man." I hesitated, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. Lowering my head, he unclasped his hands and motioned me closer. I leaned even more forward until my head was only slightly above his. Albrus placed one hand on each cheek, startling me, but I resisted the urge to pull away. He tapped lightly with his fingers and poked at my cheekbones with his thumb. "Master... weird man," Magnus mewed. "I know..." As a strange mana began to coat his hand, the tattoos on his arms slipped down and pooled at the back of his palm. They glowed every color of the rainbow and constantly changed with every blink. "Ah, such a tricky fate to untangle. The Weave has sewn you deep into its tapestry, so much material saved for later. Big plans, a blessing and a curse, I''m afraid." I kept silent and closed my eyes to avoid looking into Albrus'' eyes. The mana ramped up, and a bubble built itself inside my chest. As more mana poured into Albrus'' fingers, and onto my skin, the urge to burp or giggle rose until I tried to swallow it down. DING! DING! DING! A rush of wind blew my hair into my eyes, and I pulled back, blinking away the strands. Albrus was collapsed onto the floor and he planted his hand onto the ground, trying to push up. Reaching down, I clasped his wrist and shoulder and helped slide him into a sitting position before backing away once he was stable. "What happened? Are you okay?" Albrus panted and chuckled, a mirthless thing that didn''t elicit the same smile as before. "Ah, I did not realize you have met an Arbiter. That skill of yours sure is potent... my apologies, Cyrus. I am fine." A weight left my shoulder as I stood up, and I blinked in surprise as ¨¢ine flew before Albrus. The old man raised a hand, and ¨¢ine landed on his palm. "Yes, little one?" Albrus asked. ¨¢ine reached up and booped his nose and kept her hand there. I felt her skill activate through the link, and she channeled mana into his nose. Albrus blinked and shut one eye as ¨¢ine placed her other arm over his eyelid. More mana left her body, but eventually, Albrus carefully held her away. "¨¢ine?" I asked. "Oh, little one. I appreciate the kind gesture, but this is not something you can repair. No god can. It''s my penance for the honor of seeing the tapestry. Save your mana; you may need it." She crossed her arms and booped his nose again before flying back onto my shoulder and resuming her usual position. Albrus looked up and sighed. "You''re a kind soul, Cyrus¡ªa strong yet kind soul. Your familiars speak well of you; their love for you as their master says it all. Never lose that. Ever." I frowned. "Never." "Good," he said, standing up. His skin lit up with lines of pure white that rotated in a set of seven rings per arm. His forehead gained three more lines that became diamonds that stretched like arrows. "I saw only one moment in time of your future. Just one." I waited. He clapped his hands and came away with a staff of gnarled wood topped with a single sphere that constantly changed shape. "When you are presented with the choice between Mercy and Vindication; choose neither, for you will never be satisfied. Oh, and yes, the strange pink goo goes great on pancakes." The last sentence was said with a full-belly laugh that filled the room, and a rush of air forced me to close my eyes. As I opened them, the sound of shouting could be heard, and a blade rushed at my face. I raised my spear, and the jolt of the impact rushed down my arms. "Cyrus!" Chapter 31: Say what?! As the sword met my spear, I willed it to wrap around the blade. I pulled, and the guardsman who swung the blade came tumbling forward. Like a viper, Sturmrorex zipped out and sank his teeth into his shoulder, releasing a burst of electricity from his mouth. The guard tried to flinch away, but the living tazer zapped him motionless and kept the skill activated long enough for him to sink to the ground. As Sturmrorex released his bite, a silver dagger pierced the man''s leg, followed by another into his arm. I turned and found Sereza evading the swings of another two guards. "Aine, heal, stay low," I ordered. I launched forward, and Sereza jumped up as two stone spikes rose from the ground to impale her. When a third sprouted from the ceiling, she became a cloud of poison mist, and I jumped in front of her. A fan of blue leaves sliced into my cheek while I blocked the rest with my arms. The kinetic damage transferred through the crystal and down the hairs before entering the receptacle inside my chest. The crystal along my forearm cracked, and a final leaf managed to sneak through and embed itself into my ribs. My clothes managed to blunt the blow, but I felt a sharp sting that blossomed into a burning itch. The foreign mana tried to stab deep, and I forced it under control, knocking the leaf aside. The two guards didn''t stop and instead pointed their blades my way. I crouched and extended my arm, stabbing my spear into the first guard''s leg, tripping him. While the second guard raised her arm, I used my free hand to release the acquired kinetic energy and send five nearly invisible lines crashing against her leg. The guardswoman''s legs were blown backward, sending her face first into the temple floor. Like a ghost, Sereza reappeared and stabbed her tail into the first guard while throwing three daggers into the second. They both struggled to rise, aiming to stand up, but the felkin rogue used the pommel of her blades and gave both a meaty smack into their temples. Down they went, and she dropped to the floor. Her tail slid out of the guardsman''s armpit while she panted heavily, her head bent low. I turned and checked on the guard behind us to make sure there wouldn''t be a surprise attack, but he lay sprawled on the ground at an awkward angle. "Cyrus... where the fuck have you... been," Sereza sputtered. I summoned a stamina potion and unstoppered the bottle, hovering it over her mouth. She didn''t even bother taking it and instead opened wide. Shrugging, I poured it in and let her swallow before pouring the rest. She shuddered and shook her head but nodded thankfully. "How long have I been gone?" I asked, tossing the bottle aside. After a deep exhale, she stood up and began removing the daggers from the guards. "Not long, maybe fifteen minutes." I watched her safely remove each dagger and clean the blood and poison off. Her hair was a mess, and her jacket sported a few holes that weren''t there before. Looking around, the room looked untouched, except for the remnant stone spikes. Even then, they too disappeared and crumbled to dust, leaving the room clean and unmarred by the battle. "Sorry, I got to meet someone important. Kind old dude, apparently wanted to chat and inform me of my choice." She paused, her tail going still. When she looked back, I nearly snorted from the look of outrage and disbelief on her face. "You did what?" "Had some tea, a good talk, that''s all." "I would stab you if I could." Sticking my tongue out, I rolled the guardswoman over and inspected her face. Her eyes were wide awake, and she could still breathe, even if her face seemed frozen in pain. Black eyes, mind controlled. That explains a lot. Reaching down, I lifted her head and jammed my thumb through her neck, keeping the rest of my claws on her head. ¨¢ine flew over, having healed Sereza of her injuries by the time I knelt. She landed on her head and placed both hands down. "Ready guys?" I asked my familiars. ¨¢ine nodded, and I felt Magnus agree. Sturmrorex uncoiled and placed his hand atop the woman despite having nothing to do with the process. I raised an eyebrow, and he raised his head high. "A good leader participates. Even if only in spirit." If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Sereza came up and stood over him. "Really, Little Monarch? Then cheer them on." "Please don''t. Do so in your head, but I need to concentrate." "Don''t worry, Master. I shall mute the link!" he whispered through the thought-speech. I shut my eyes and felt for the slippery chains. They weren''t hard to find, and I began absorbing the mana while ¨¢ine attacked from the front. Her mana slipped through the links and attacked its weakest point while I slowed it down and ate away at its strength. It squirmed, tightening its hold, but that was fine. I didn''t need it to move¡ª¨¢ine would have an easier time if it buckled down. It took a solid minute before I opened my eyes and pushed the guardswoman''s head down. Using my claw, I slid through her flesh and poked around, glad that she was unconscious of this. "No parasite?" Sereza asked. "Doesn''t look like it. Wait, there," I said. I removed my finger and held up a small black bead no larger than ricegrain. "Too new, perhaps? Not enough time to grow." "You removed it faster than the other time. Was the mana different?" Briefly closing my eyes, I ran through my and ¨¢ine''s memory and nodded. "Looks like it. It seemed far weaker, and there were fewer links around her mind. Still a powerful little bugger. Scary." "Fuck, I really don''t want that inside me." I looked down. The guardswoman''s eyes had returned to a normal dark blue. Her eyes bounced, jerking my way but not quite managing to look in my direction. "I guess I''ll remove the paralysis now. Better to test one guard than accidentally have all three attack again." Sereza leaned down. "Let me save your mana." She ran her fingers over the knife holes. When she pulled away, green goop and some congealed blood flowed out of the wounds before collapsing to the floor in a small puddle. "There, give it a second," she said. We backed away, and Sturmrorex charged his lightning while Sereza gripped her daggers. The guardswoman''s breathing returned to a more even pace, and her arms twitched until they swung up. She pushed herself off the ground and clutched at her head. She opened her mouth to speak... and screamed. Sereza stepped forward and slapped a hand over her mouth while staring bewildered at me. The woman began to thrash, but Sereza held on while I got on my knees to grab her arms. She was damn strong, but I forced them down, and something wet hit my face. Looking up, I found tears streaking down her cheeks as her deep-blue eyes welled with tears. Sereza stared and I stared back, equally confused. "Hey, I''m going to let go now. Can you promise not to scream?" Sereza asked hesitantly. The guardswoman nodded, and Sereza let go. For a second, her mouth hung open, and I tensed. Thankfully, the woman continued to silently sob into her hands while Sereza backed away, joining me in the awkward staring. "Master... why... why is the human crying?" Sturmrorex asked. "I don''t know. Give her a minute." "Hey," I said. The guardswoman looked up, and I tried to smile. "I don''t know what''s happening, but can you explain why you''re crying? Was it the pain?" Her demeanor cracked, and a look of rage flashed across her face. Another bout of tears ruined the fury, and she wiped them away. "No. No, it wasn''t the pain. I''m sorry. Thank you for saving me. And I''m sorry for attacking you..." "Okay, so what''s wrong?" Sereza added. "I... I was conscious. I could feel my body move, but I couldn''t do anything about it. It... It..." Sereza leaned down and hugged her. She returned it by crying into her shoulder, but if Sereza cared, she didn''t protest. I turned my back on the pair and headed for the nearest guard, looking into his eyes. Raising his head onto my lap, I placed two fingers into his neck, and my familiars got into position. "Hey, if you can hear me, I''ll free you. But you need to not scream. We can''t make any loud noises right now; we don''t know what''s going on." I paused, waiting a full five seconds before closing my eyes and repeating the process. Now that we knew the links were twice as flimsy as before, breaking the parasite-baby''s control over the guardsman''s mind was relatively easy. Pulling away, I cut the bead out and crushed it, knocking the dust aside. ¨¢ine healed the injury, and Sereza came over to remove the poison. Together, we watched the young man''s face droop, and he scrunched his eyes. A single tear slipped free and coated his cheek, but he put on a weak smile when he opened them. "Thank you, adventurers. Thank you." As he sat up, he held out his arm, and the guardswoman joined him. We left the two to hug it out while we got into position over the third guard. I repeated the same lines and cleansed him of the parasite. He didn''t flinch, his eyes growing cloudy, a piercing grey glow lighting up from within his pupil. When he spoke, it came off as anger, the sort of calm rage you watch out for, before it turned into something explosive. "Thank you," he said. He stood, picked up his sword, and slid it back into his sheath. He ignored his fellow guards and examined the room. "Have you found Captain Elanor?" Sereza shook her head. "I ran into the three of you, and you chased me down the hallway. After that, I spent several minutes avoiding your attacks until Cyrus showed up. The guardsman whipped his head around, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. "And where did you come from? I recall you appearing out of nowhere and my body reacting. Sturmrorex lit up with a tempest around his scales, his horns flashing a blinding blue. "Try it, and I turn you to dust!" I placed a hand on his back and commanded him to calm down while keeping my gaze on the guardsman''s hand. "That is something above your pay grade. But I''m not an enemy. Otherwise, I would have kept the parasite inside your neck." "If you so much as draw that blade, I''ll pump you full with paralytics," Sereza warned. The guardsman''s eyes flickered between us before he held up both hands. "My apologies." Sturmrorex tightened his body around my neck, and I stopped the mana flow running through my spear. "So, now that they are free. What happened exactly? I know where I went, but how did you all get separated?" Sereza sheathed her daggers, glancing toward the guards before shaking her head. "Don''t know. One moment, we were all standing together, and then the world contracted. I assume we''re now inside an expanded pocket dimension, but that''s it. I came to inside a small dark hallway and explored. Next thing I knew, three guards were chasing me, sending skills flying. Then you appeared, and here we are." "Right well, apparently the divine is blocked from Helio and its surroundings. And there''s something else, but..." I started. Sereza frowned and then sighed. "What you just said is extremely concerning, but I think we can trust them." I didn''t feel the same, but withholding information would be stupid. I turned to the guardsman. "What''s your name?" "Orlun," he replied. "Right, Orlun. If Elanor commanded you not to speak a word about me or what you may learn to anyone, including your friends and family, would you comply?" He straightened his shoulders and raised his chin. "In a heartbeat." That remains to be seen. Sighing, I went to run a hand through my hair, but the crystal covering blocked my attempt, creating a faint ringing. Shaking it off, I crossed my arms. "Fine. I''ll make sure she does that when we''re done.... Just a heads up, but apparently, there''s some kind of remnant of a dead god creating all these problems. I don''t know what that means, so don''t ask." Sereza deeply exhaled and closed her eyes while the guardsman stopped to stare. Even the the two guards, still hugging on the floor, separated and looked at me with open jaws. Oh come on, it''s not that crazy. Chapter 32: Unwelcomed Hello "Cyrus, seriously..." Sereza complained as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "I shouldn''t have ignored all the warning signs when I met you." "Hey, you chose to come along. I wrote ''Danger'' in big letters when I explained it. Don''t blame me for this." "A vaguely worded letter saying your god has asked you to do something is not enough¡ªnot even mentioning that your god directly asked you for something. Don''t think I don''t know what that implies!" "Right..." Orlun muttered. His face looked paler than before, his complexion turning pasty as he firmly gripped the pommel of his sword. "Are the three of you good to go? I want to find the others before it''s too late. There''s a good chance Broken Tower is still in control." "Oh yeah, potions. That''s probably why we''re fine. Fuck, that means the captain might have a parasite," Sereza cursed. "Aleena, Rello, get up." Orlun ordered. They both stood up and separated. To my surprise, the look of grief on Aleena''s face was absent. In its place, righteous fury. Mana pulsed from around her hands, and she white-knuckled the handle of her sword. Rello looked tense but calm enough to silently pat Aleena on the shoulder and join Orlun where he stood. They reminded me of Warren, Marcus, and Nadia. It was a strangely nice feeling to see them stand together. Orlun turned to me. "What are your orders, sir?" Aaaand it''s gone. "Hold up," I said, raising a hand. "Why are you asking me for orders?" Orlun looked confused and glanced toward Sereza, who was no help, as she raised an eyebrow and smirked my way. "I mean... it''s the most logical choice? You know what''s going on. And you are the only one who can cure us of the parasites... so." It took every muscle in my face not to scowl. Instead of replying right away, I summoned my mask and donned it, letting the ink swirls become bright red and assume the usual three-eyed appearance. With the mask on, I dropped the neutral expression and glared. Outwardly, I kept my voice neutral. "Fine. We need to find the others and explore this place. If we can find the entrance and test if we can leave, that would be ideal. If not, we find whoever is around here." "Yes sir!" all three guards replied. I felt a vein on my neck begin to form. "What exactly can you guys do? I know the stone spikes and blue leaves, but that''s it." Orlun spoke first. "I am, unfortunately, basic in my kit. Double Slash, Charge, Honed Edge, and Quick Guard." That''s... alright. "I only have the blue leaves like you mentioned and Stumbling Roots," Aleena answered next. Crowd control is welcomed. Good. I turned to the last guard, Rello. "And you?" "Stone spikes, Crushing Fist, Heavy Boots, and Heavy Edge," Rello listed. Sereza glanced over and smiled. "What?" I asked. "The mask may hide it, but at least uncross your arms. You''re acting like a noble brat." I looked down; she was right; I was crossing my arms. "I''m not. It''s a little polarizing. I forgot what it''s like to be around ordinary people." She snorted. "I don''t want to hear it. Your skills are still insane." "Okay, fine. I concede. I guess it''ll be smarter for me to play range support. Orlun, Rello can you take lead, while me and Aleena proceed from behind. Sereza you know best where to place yourself." She flashed a toothy grin and unhooked one of the vials in her bandolier. The top had a small opening for her blade to slide right through, and when she pulled it out, it was surprisingly dry. "I don''t remember that being a part of the blade''s description." "It''s not. It''s my skill; I can store poison inside the blade itself. They''ll replace the Spectral Daggers usual effects. Stronger paralytic; will need it if we don''t want to hurt the others." "Sounds good. Everyone ready?" Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. The guards got into position almost immediately. And Sereza shrugged while hovering off to the side just slightly behind Aleena and to the left. We exited the room and found ourselves in a long hallway. Sereza pointed to the fourth door on the right. "I came from there, tiny room, nothing in it." We stopped briefly once we made it near the first pair of doors. Orlun and Rello made a count with their fingers and rushed forward, splitting apart to face different directions. I waited, ready to do something, but Orlun shook his head. ''Empty,'' he mouthed. Rello lowered his sword, but when he turned, he looked unsure. Orlun approached from behind and cocked his head. "Uh, sir. You might want to check this out," Orlun muttered. Rage slipped a swipe between its bars at the word sir, and for a brief second, I wanted to slap someone. I stopped myself and crammed it into an even smaller cage. Quit it. "What''s wrong?" I asked. "Uh, just look." Orlun stepped aside, and I finally saw what he wanted me to see. It was a wall of flesh, pale-reddish skin that pulsed with faint light. "Not again..." Sereza muttered. I summoned an empty cup and held it out. "Throwing it in three. Prepare to run." The guards got in position, and Sereza brought her daggers up. On three, I tossed the cup with enough force to easily sail through the air and smack into the flesh wall. It bounced. As the cup clacked against the floor, the wall lit up with brighter light but faded away after two pulses. The cup looked unharmed, and the spot on the wall where the small ceramic had come into contact seemed perfectly fine. "No reaction. At least that''s something." "Should I cut it?" I debated the merits of experimenting on the weird wall, but I shook my head in the end. "Nah. Let''s leave the room alone and focus on finding the others first." We continued down the next pair of doorways and were met with more blank rooms. They each held nothing within, lacking furniture and decorations you''d typically find in a temple. "Okay, this is weird. I don''t like the flesh walls," Sereza complained as she lowered her daggers. Sereza backed away but... there was something there. I felt it, a weird want inside my stomach. It wasn''t hunger, but I felt hungry. "Stop, get into positions." The moment I said those words, a sense of pressure blanketed me from the right. It caressed my ear and blew a breath along my skin. Trusting my instinct, I lashed a spear toward Rello''s head, who stared wide-eyed as he flinched. Blood splattered onto the back of his head, causing a sizzling sound to erupt with the smell of burnt hair. Rello grunted in alarm and dove to the ground while Sereza sent out a fan of spectral daggers into the invisible target. All but one hit and painted the outline of a wide creature whose form began to waver into existence. Orlun activated a skill and rushed forward, swinging his blade wide. Something knocked his blade aside, but a second phantom blade cut deep and sent another splash of caustic blood onto the floor. The blade was blue rather than green and looked like a perfect replica of Orlun''s sword. Suddenly, a loud screech made the others flinch. I ignored the sound and pushed, plunging my blade through¡ªup to the shaft. "Sturmrorex!" My familiar snaked down my arm and unleashed a continuous discharge of electricity through his horns. With Sturmorex''s power surging through the enemy''s body, it began to flicker into existence, revealing an elongated mass of speckles of grey-white hide. Rello flipped over and slammed his fist against the ground, sending a large spike of stone to shoot forward and impale the creature''s torso. Orlun was there once more, his blade blazing with a cerulean edge. Sturmrorex released his skill as he slashed upward, carving a line up to the creature''s shoulder. As he stepped back, a phantom blade appeared, nearly severed the thing in half. I pulled out my spear and sent mana into its shaft to finish it. With a single plunge, the creature screeched again, but I twisted and jerked my weapon through its head. I stepped back as blood began to sizzle against the floor and flicked my spear free of the blood coating it. The creature was something grotesque. Dry, rubbery skin formed a wide pillar that ended in a pointed cone-shaped head with four sets of eyes. They reminded me of reptile eyes, each with a second layer of film covering them. Instead of hands, its forearms bent downward to form a pair of bone-like blades similar to a praying mantis. I expected the corpse to fall and splash into the growing puddle beneath it, but when it merely leaned forward, limplessly, I cocked my head and finally noticed the four thick tubes connecting it to the wall. "Everyone okay?" I called out. "We... are. Damn you and your mask!" Sereza managed between coughs. I turned and saw everyone else was covering their faces while standing in the hall away from the room''s entrance. "Sturmrorex, can you try to push the smoke out." Sturmrorex rose into the air, and I willingly sent mana through the link. He sucked it up and blasted a gust of wind that blew the smoke toward the hall. Sadly, he couldn''t control the air entirely, and some spilled out to where the others were. "Cyrus!" "Give it a moment!" It took another minute, but the room was cleared enough that they all rushed in and near the corpse and examined it. "I''ve never seen a creature like this before..." Aleena muttered. "Do you think all the empty rooms have one?" I thought back to the strange feeling I had and shook my head. "I don''t think so. I only received a warning for this room." The others stepped back as I approached the tubes and ran my claws through them. Crystal claws parted the rubbery flesh with some difficulties, but I eventually managed. The tube dripped a grainy black substance that collected on the floor, but unlike the blood, it wasn''t caustic. "Sereza, got a spare knife?" She pulled out one of the daggers from her belt and flipped it over, presenting the handle. I accepted the blade and made quick work of the remaining tubes. With the tubes no longer supporting it, the corpse dropped to the floor and flattened like a deflated dodgeball. I wiped the dagger with a clean cloth from my inventory and handed it back. "Got a lead on something?" she asked. I bit my lip and turned to the guards. "You promise not to say a word? I don''t care who asks or whatever their reason is." All three saluted. I shifted ¨¢ine around and adjusted Sturmrorex, who resettled around my neck. Extending my hand, I let mana flow into my skill and caught my familiar as he appeared. "Are you sure it''s worth the mana?" Sereza asked. "I got a funny feeling." She shrugged and waved to Erebus, who waved back. Gently, I lowered the spider onto the deflated corpse, and he sank into the shadows, his white chitin disappearing into the black threads. As he activated his skill, I subtly glanced at the guards without turning my head and saw them intensely staring at where Erebus used to be. Aleena had a question on her face, while Rello and Orlun looked mostly curious. There has to be a better way to hide this in the future. I can''t keep revealing Erebus to everyone. Erebus drained a good chunk of his mana, and I placed my hand beside where he emerged. Erebus popped out and hopped on, presenting the orb to me. "Is that..." "Oh, he has a looting skill. "A looting familiar?" I contained my sigh and squeezed down on the orb. Chapter 33: Tempests Fury A glass jar appeared, containing a brackish liquid with an unidentifiable grey mass inside. Bingo. I presented it to Erebus, who inspected the glass by tapping it. He nodded and crawled up my arm to return to my soulspace. "Yeah, it looks like my new perks are working correctly." Sereza made a face while the guards stepped closer and peered at the jar. "What is it?" Orlun asked. Beneath my mask, I grinned, but I kept the outward appearance neutral. Sereza glanced over and shook her head. Sadly, I contained my mischievousness and looked around the room. I couldn''t sense anything dangerous, so I summoned Chomperz, who appeared and scared the guards. He quickly swallowed the jar and left before the others could ask questions. "As much as I want to satisfy my curiosity, I''ll wait until we''re done." "Are we to continue?" Orlun asked. "Give it a minute. I want to confirm one last hunch." The expanded space, the strange walls that led to nothing, and a random creature hitched to a wall; if we were still in the normal world, I had a lot of questions for Cal. It took a moment, but the corpse began to melt, its deflated body losing the last of its form and becoming a puddle of rainbow goop. As it sank into the floor, I watched the others for their reactions, and Sereza was the first to widen her eyes. "That explains a lot," she said. "But there was no portal. How did we enter a dungeon?" Orlun said. I crossed my arms and stared at the remaining flesh wall. The tubes had shrunken into the wall, leaving it smooth. "No clue. Let''s hope there aren''t too many floors." We exited the room and entered the hallway, coming toward the end where we would have to take a turn. "At least there''s one good thing about being in a dungeon," Sereza offered. I raised an eyebrow. "That is?" "Safe zones." "Only if this dungeon works like normal and safe zones are actually safe." She stuck out her tongue, and we got into position. We turned the corner with Rello and Orlun rushing ahead, and he held up his hand and signaled that it was safe to proceed. It was another hallway, but there were no side rooms. Instead, it opened into a large hall near the middle and seemed to continue into another one near the end. My perks didn''t whisper a warning, but I tried to feel around and activate my mana. Nothing happened. "Hey, look closer. Can you see the distortion in the air?" Aleena whispered. I narrowed my eyes and didn''t see what she was talking about, even with my eyesight being perfect. Shaking my head, I turned to the guardswoman. "No. Can you describe it?" She nodded. "I have a perception passive. Eagle Eye. It looks like the air is waving? Like reality is bending around something. Small, about the size of my fist." "Chances are I''ll feel it with my mana sense when we''re close. Might be a hidden monster or another space." "Dungeons shouldn''t have dimensional pockets inside them... Everything is broken," Sereza complained. She glanced toward me, and it was my turn to stick out my tongue; then I realized why she didn''t react and made my mask replicate the gesture. "Form up. We''ll continue until I feel the distortion." "If we don''t?" "Then we prepare for a fight like usual." This time, Rello took the lead. The idea was to create a massive spike in case anything charged at us. Sereza followed next, her having the mobility required to move past. And Orlun guarded the rear, sandwiching Aleena and me in the middle. We moved ten feet, then twenty. We were halfway to the distortion, and I could finally see it myself. It was subtle, very subtle. Each bend in the air only occurred after a long delay followed by a brief burst of erratic twisting that strained my eyes. It didn''t hurt; I was long used to the distortion of dimensional space. But it wasn''t pleasant to look at. Ten more steps, and we stopped. I closed my eyes and inhaled. There. "Yeah, I can feel the spatial mana. I can try popping it." "Should we enter the room or bunker down in the hallway?" Orlun asked. Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. He looked at me like a soldier ready to receive his orders, and the flare-up of annoyance squirmed free from its binding. Thankfully, my mask hid my grimace. "Let''s get close, but not enter the room. Rello, make a few spikes wide enough if you can. Aleena, can you conjure the vines?" She shook her head. "I need a target." Damn. Welp, work with what you got. Rello conjured his spikes, and Sereza crouched low behind one. Orlun had his sword out, and I saw the blue sheen on the edge of his blade as well as his feet. My familiers were ready, and my spear was positioned between the spikes. "Starting." I reached out my hand and felt for the mana. It was like a constant pulse that brushed along my fingers. When I activated Magnus'' skill, the crystal covering my arms reacted like a sponge, greedily trying to soak it in. "Here we go, Magnus." He sent the thought of a roar bouncing between my ears, and I smirked. The first thread of mana sank into my palm, and I wrapped my hand around it, pulling¡ªdevouring the spatial distortion. It was mine. The mana rushed in, and I felt the pulses sputter, the constant song rising into a sharp pop that rang in my ears. In a blink, the world expanded. The tunnel stretched, widening by several feet and extending past my vision. Before I could think, Orlun slashed diagonally and stepped in front, deflecting a bright flash. His body jerked, and he crashed to one knee while Sturmrorex released his lightning bolt and sent it between the rocks. Sereza sprang into action and sent a fan of daggers while removing one of the steel ones from her belt and chucked it. "Enough with your lies!" came a familiar voice. Was tha- A strong gust of wind sent me into Aleena, and I began rapidly absorbing the aggressive mana in the air. Before I could breathe, the bolts of azure blue zipped across my vision, and Sturmrorex rose to meet it. He commanded the lightning and tried to take control, but I felt him strain. The mana inside the bolts was stronger than him. He took a bite out of its power, and I held up both arms in a crossblock. One pierced into the crystal covering and burned my flesh beneath. The second deflected off my forearm and dissipated into the wall. The third pushed into my shoulder, but Sturmrorex bit down and redirected the flow to the ceiling. "Damnit! Eodyne, stop!" "Stop using their voices. I''ll cull you like the rest!" Eodyne retorted, her voice reverbing through the air like a hum that filled your ears. "Rello, try to pin her down. Sereza, we need to stop her." Rello slammed his hand down and slid it forward. Another gust of wind pushed me back in response, and I raised my claws. Mana surged from the receptacle and rushed down my arms. I slashed the air, and five transparent lines whistled across the spike barrier. Sereza stood up and released a barrage of yellow daggers. They zipped, but she ducked and cursed. "She has a wind barrier up. I can''t penetrate it." "Eodyne! It''s not an illusion!" "Silence." I expected another gust, but instead, I felt something leave¡ªa different feeling akin to a vacuum pulling at my clothes. A faint pop rang through the hallway, and the temperature changed. "Sturmrorex." He uncoiled from my neck and flew before me, away from the others. It was tight, but he started spinning as if chasing his tail. The pulling effect stopped, and my lungs sucked in air. Eodyne said something in her own language, but the fierce wind distorted the sound too much for me to make out. "Rello, spike. Aleena, vines." I sent ¨¢ine to Orlun, who stayed crouched, but he raised his sword and nodded. This is going to hurt. I stood up and peeked out from behind the spike. Fuck. There was a massive arrow, large enough to impale me all the way through, strung onto her bow. Eodyne looked like a storm goddess, with her hair whipping behind her. Her eyes were a brilliant blue, and she snarled with blindingly-white teeth. "Eodyne! Stop!" Mana rushed out of her body, and a flash of pure white burned my retinas. I ducked down, but it wasn''t enough. The stone behind me became shrapnel that shredded my back and cut lines into my flesh. I activated Magnus'' skill and felt the mana skip over me. She held dominion of the air. And my perk screamed its warning. The hairs exposed under the back of my neck stood up. I smelled ozone. A massive spear pushed into my back. A barrier appeared as the emergency protection item activated, absorbing the damage. I tried to slip away. But then a second spear slid into place. It sank its claws deep into my tissue and boiled my blood even as Sturmrorex roared in outrage inside my mind. The force was too much. I could barely control my fingers as they seized my spear with a death grip. The electricity surged through my neck and up my jaw, where my tongue danced across my teeth. Just as the hellfire inside my back rose to the surface, a second burst of energy slammed into it from behind. I felt my ribs chip as the power knocked it out of the way. Plasma tore through me, penetrating all the way through¡ªthe screaming missile crashing into the ground in an explosion of purple light. I began to collapse, but Sturmrorex slingshotted around my neck and dragged me backward. There were no words exchanged as I crushed him beneath me, and his scales cushioned my fall. The heat that seeped through my muscles and continued to electrify my blood was sucked away like a whirlpool into my core. I opened my jaw and let it surge into my neck. I tasted burnt copper and rusted iron. Like a cannonball pushing its way out of my throat, I released the absorbed energy and screamed my fury. A beam of bright purple zipped through the hallway and bounced off the walls. Eodyne dodged and jumped out of the way, landing on the ceiling, but the bolt followed. She continued to move, blurring through my vision as tears began to cloud my sight. I blinked them away, willing them to stop. The deadly game of high-speed tag continued as I struggled to follow the chase. But Eodyne stopped in a corner and held out her hand. She caught the purple javelin and began to spin, zipping across the wall like a top from right to left as the javelin dug furrows into the stone. She tumbled through the air and landed with her back hitting the ground. As she lifted into the air, a massive stone spike cut across her hip and toward her shoulder, pinning her down. Vines rose from the base of the spike, wrapping around her arms and legs, and tugged tight across her body. Orlun charged forward, the mana beneath his boots launching him across the room like a battering ram, but before he could reach Eodyne, she opened her mouth and shot a ball of compressed air into his chest. He smashed into the far wall and whipped his helmet into the stone. It didn''t matter. Sereza appeared. Her arms whipped forward and deposited two daggers through her shoulders. Another dagger stabbed into her thigh, but that was all she managed as Eodyne released a burst of electricity around her body. The vines burned, and she kicked her leg free. She wordlessly hopped up, jumped, and spun, winding her arm to the side and smashing the stone spike. Shrapnel hit Sereza, and she went down, but so did Eodyne. She collapsed to the floor and squirmed. This time, the vines wrapped around her wrists and wrenched them backward, connecting her hands to her feet. Even as she raised her chin and began to open her mouth, a stone spike grew over her head, pinning her face to the ground with no wiggle room. Sereza flicked a lazy dagger through the air, and it stabbed into her neck. "That should do it..." she wheezed. I felt a charge through the air and tried extending my arm, but Sturmrorex moved out from beneath me and shot to where Eodyne lay. Like a viper, he bit down and absorbed her mana, calming it inside his body. "I''ll do this over and over! Do not make me regret exchanging our spark, Child of Grounded Sky!" "Mmmng." Sereza walked up and pulled out a new knife along with a different bottle from her bandolier. She quickly coated the blade, pushed it into Eodyne''s arm, and jumped back. Eodyne tried to move and summon wind to her side, but Sturmrorex dispelled her hold. "Enough!" he roared. He needn''t have bothered¡ªEodyne collapsed, and I felt her mana dim. "Now it''s enough... Fuck! Cyrus!" "Uunnghh," I moaned. Chapter 34: Good to Have You Back While ¨¢ine patched me up, I had to quickly scoop up my insides and shove them back in. It hurt like hell, but it saved my familiar mana, which was sorely needed. Orlun and Rello swept the room while Aleena and Sereza stood guard over Eodyne. She was asleep, but none of us knew if she had a special kind of resistance to sedatives. And if a monster attacked? They''d be there to defend her while she lay vulnerable on the floor. "Cyrus. I''ve seen you get messed up pretty bad already, but are you good?" Sereza called out from where she stood. I raised my hand and gave her the middle finger. "Yes." "I don''t know what that means, but I''m pretty sure I get it!" "Is the room clear?" "Clear, sir!" Orlun shouted. I tried not to move and withheld my sigh as ¨¢ine mentally glared at me from where she had her hands on my insides, healing the hole in my chest. As she did that, I looked up and stared into Sturmrorex''s eyes. He stared into mine with bright blue that crackled with light. "Master..." he began. I shook my head. "No. Don''t start. You did amazing." "But I-" "No. I mean it. You saved my life and prevented a lot more. Seriously. Learn to take praise when it''s well deserved. I get hurt; it happens all the time. That won''t change either. You did good. Thank you." He withered under my lecture, but I reached a finger out and booped his nose. "I understand..." "Good. I''ll trust you for now and forever. And in the future? When you''re big enough to part the heavens with a single roar? I''ll accept your apology then, and only if it''s appropriate." That cheered him up, and he slithered around my head and lightly touched his nose to mine. It took over a dozen minutes for ¨¢ine to stabilize me enough that I could stand. I let her continue to heal me on my shoulder while I used my foot to flip my spear into my hand. As I approached Eodyne, I searched for mana in the area, but nothing was left outside except the remnants of electricity near the corners and wind scattered around the room. "We can check for a parasite or mental effect while she''s asleep. But just in case, be prepared to subdue her. I don''t want to go through that again." "Yes, sir!" Aleena replied. Sereza simply got into position and held several knives in each hand. ¨¢ine hopped down and landed on her neck while Sturmrorex hovered near her head. They weren''t taking any chances. She activated her healing skill and rested my own on her neck and head while lightly digging my claws into her skin. I searched and pulled for the foreign mana but had to step away when there was none. "I don''t think she''s under any sort of effect. Maybe it was dispelled once we knocked her out?" I said after opening my eyes. Sereza lowered her hands. "Do we wake her then? I can extract the poison." Don''t make me regret this, Eodyne. "Yeah, let''s do it. If she attacks again, we knock her out. If she becomes mobile, we''re fucked." The guards surrounded Eodyne on all sides while I guarded the front. Sereza leaned down and held out her fang, using her claws to cut a thin line next to her shoulder. From there, dark-yellow ooze began to seep out, and she pulled her hand back, dragging the ooze as she did. I gave ¨¢ine the go-ahead, and she sent quick bursts of mana into her skull, letting it seep into her brain. As she sent a third wave into her body, she jumped back and flew to my shoulder, grabbing my hair as leverage. Eodyne''s breathing started slow, and then I felt the air in the room swirl toward her. For a moment, I let the mana crash into the crystal covering my arms, but it calmed as the air stilled. "Mmnngh..." Eodyne moaned. "Hey, Eodyne. Are we good, or will we need to restrain you again?" Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. She stopped and slowly lifted her head off the floor. When she met my eyes, I waved, as did my familiars. "Cyrus? Wait... no. Is this another trick?" "No. I''m real; so are the others." "How do I trust you?" "We could''ve killed you. We didn''t, obviously. And close your eyes, do you feel that?" I asked. ¨¢ine sent another pulse into her head, and she visibly relaxed underneath her touch. "Good. There''s only one her. Believe me now?" "I do... fuck. Cyrus. I''m so sorry." She raised her head and met my eyes. Hers were dark storm clouds that raged inside the swirling grey irises. Eodyne genuinely looked disturbed, but I shrugged. "It''s whatever. Just another day as an adventurer, eh?" "Cyrus..." "Listen, not you, too. Just get up. We need to find the others, and you need to explain why you thought we were fakes." The others backed off, and she quickly examined herself and all the tears in her needed hoodie. The magic had already stitched one of the tears together, repairing itself. I looked down and saw the same was true for my clothes, especially where the shrapnel had torn away some of the material. Already paying for itself. Eodyne jumped up and stretched before turning to face me. "After you disappeared, we were all teleported into this place. At first, I found Isaac, but then he tried to stab me. I was cautious and found Igas, but when I activated my skill, the thing tried to cut me down. It seems like the creatures learned it wouldn''t work using our team, so it began using the faces of my family." She spoke the last words with a cold anger that bled through her speech. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up and sensed the gathering mana around us. "We''re in a dungeon if you can''t tell. I have a lot to explain... Usual shenanigans, so nothing too crazy." I felt the glares from the others even as I ignored them to make my mask smile. "Cyrus..." "Right," I sighed. "So here''s what happened after we entered that room." ------ I whistled to myself as Eodyne cursed up a storm. She didn''t bother using the common language and spoke her native tongue. Truth be told, it was pretty colorful. It took her a hot minute, but she calmed down and only mildly looked like she wanted to strangle me. "I''m ready. Let''s find the others," she said. With Eodyne with us, I had Sturmrorex join her shoulder. He wrapped himself around her torso, and at first, Eodyne spent time readjusting until they both worked it out. How he rested on her would do little to impede her range of motion or movement. "You okay?" I asked. "I am great! Her mana is delicious!" Sturmrorex roared back. I smirked and noticed Eodyne had a strange look on her face. She hid it well; the tilt of her lips was subtle, and her eyes were about two shades lighter. "Eodyne? What''s up?" She lowered her head and stroked Sturmrorex''s scales, electricity dancing between her fingertips. "Many in my village would consider this a great honor. I am proud to add this story to my tale." I smiled, and we continued down the hall. As far as Eodyne remembered it, it was empty for the next three turns; her decision to pick one direction and stick with it meant all we had to do was backtrack to where she woke up. As she led us there, I would stop at the doors and wait for my perk to warn me. It stayed silent, so I kept my senses alert, constantly checking for hints of spatial energy. It wasn''t until the second hallway, and we passed the last set of rooms, that I felt a blip at the furthest corner. I had Sturmrorex lightly tug at Eodyne''s neck and raised my spear. Eodyne turned, and I motioned inside the room we just passed. She nodded and got into position, and began to activate her mana. Rello and Orlun rushed into place while I struggled to find the blip. As soon as I did, I felt the air brush my skin as something clashed with Orlun''s blade, sending him back. He held his ground, and a spike snapped up, puncturing into the hidden monster with a wet squelch. Speckled blue blood coated the temple floor and sizzled away as Eodyne unleashed her arrow. The electricity zipped through the air and burrowed inside the exposed flesh from the spike. A blobby, four-limbed beast revealed itself as I pulled mana from the creature, and its body began to flicker into view. Another rain of arrows bombarded the monster''s head. It pulled its thick limb away from Orlun''s sword, which quickly slashed upward with the reprieve. The limb hit the ground, separated from its owner, while the monster reeled back. Its body broke the spike and shook violently, releasing a deep growl. Eodyne was ruthless. Arrow after arrow pelted the monster''s head, a few zipping towards the hole in its chest. I smelled burnt hair and flesh, the cooking meat underneath the monster''s flesh beginning to glow from the power rushing into it. It stopped, paralyzed from the constant shocks, and then I noticed it. As quickly as possible, I grabbed Sereza''s arm and yanked her toward me, who yelped as we dived behind Rello. As we crouched low behind the guardsman''s back, Eodyne launched one last arrow that streaked violet as it flashed across the hall and right into the monster''s eye. I heard the eruption before I felt the air explode around us, blue blood fountaining across the ground. Orlun and Rello recoiled as their fronts were coated, and I saw that Eodyne had created a wind barrier around her and Aleena. As our human shield began to wipe the blood off his face, I stood up and held out a hand for Sereza. "Thanks," she said as she took it. "Quick thinking." "No problem." "Thanks, sir... for the warning," Rello groaned. "Stay still," Eodyne commanded. Orlun and Rello froze as a sharp mana pulse came from Eodyne''s hands. A strong gale encompassed the two and whipped the blood away and back into the room, where it coated the far wall. When she lowered her hands, they were clean and with freshly blown hair. "Th-thanks..." Orlun stuttered. I ignored the blinking guards and moved to the monster''s corpse, still stuck to the wall. With the invisibility gone, I could see its full form. It looked like a strange mix between a boar and a wolf. Four overly muscular arms ended in sharp claws while holding up a protruding belly with a limp furry tail at the end. The head looked like a pig''s while displaying a long tongue and sharp teeth. Grey skin stretched across a bumpy skull, easily larger than my own. Its guts were spewed across the stone, and a massive hole had ripped up past its ribcage toward the base of the skull. The meat and blood continued to sizzle as smoke rose from the wound. For a moment, I considered looting it, but I lowered my hand and turned around. Sereza raised an eyebrow and I shook my head. "Not worth the mana cost. We already know it''s a dungeon," I said. "You looted the first one?" Eodyne asked. "Yeah, gross organ in a jar again. I''ll eat it after we''re out." The guards had a look of horror on their faces while Eodyne and Sereza both nodded. "Good, just make sure Celenae gets a good sketch first. Preferably after we get it identified." Chapter 35: Dungeon Assault We came to a stop. Eodyne stood with her arms crossed and glared at the doorway. "Well, at least we can confirm we''re on the top floor," I offered. "Annoying. If I turned around, I could have found sanctuary," Eodyne growled. "We don''t know that for sure. This isn''t normal; the safe zone might not work as usual," Sereza countered. "Let''s get going. Whether it works or not, we can''t stay." The stairway down was made of marbled stone just like the rest, but the walls sported the same creepy flesh-covering as the rooms in the temple. I kept my senses out, and Eodyne even maintained a wind barrier. When we came to a stop halfway through, the stairs evened out into a relatively small room, just large enough for us to all fit if we moved closer together. "As far as safe zones go, this sucks," I complained. I adjusted my spear and paused for half a second to get enough breathing room. "Zero reason for a dungeon to create something so small." "Easier to defend," Sereza countered. "Most safe zones should be safe, no? The only time I have been in a dungeon, and the safe zone didn''t work was back in Edolus." "That one doesn''t count. The blood plague infected the monsters, and the dungeon was overloaded with the remnants of rift energy," Eodyne said. "What?" Sereza asked. "Blood plague? And why is a rift affecting a dungeon? Cyrus, what did you do?" I stuck out my tongue, and we cut the banter as we exited the stairwell and went back into the dungeon proper. The second floor looked relatively the same, but there was an immediately noticeable difference between it and the first floor. Rello and Orlun guarded the front, slowly marching through the hallway. They came to a stop around the first doorway, blocked off by a long curtain sheet. The white silk dipped to the floor and spilled out onto the tile. "Anything?" Orlun asked. I shook my head. They opened it together and braced themselves, but the curtain revealed a wall of grey rubber about a foot deep. The lack of a room was off-putting, but we moved on and repeated the process with the same result. Eventually, we made a turn, and that''s when I stopped. It was brief, barely a flicker, but I caught something from further ahead with my mana sense. "Eodyne, I felt something, but it felt very faint." She nodded, and we proceeded to the end of the hall, where we turned a corner and found another curtained archway. Orlun used his sword to move it aside, but as he did, we stopped, and he held up a hand. With a sudden swing, he sliced the curtain near the top, and the fabric collapsed to the floor, where it began to slip backward. What? It fell off the edge and into what looked like a massive pit. The expected hallway was gone, and in its place was an extended cavern, with floating islands of tile illuminated in soft golden light. Again, I felt the flicker of mana, but it disappeared too fast for me to get a lock on its type. "This doesn''t feel right," I said while peeking through Orlun''s legs. From my position, there looked to be nine islands in total. Two for each direction and one larger island in the middle, they shared an equal distance apart, long enough that you''d need a running jump to make it across. "If Celanae or Igas was here, we could bridge it without problems. Does anyone think they''ll have trouble jumping the gaps?" Eodyne asked. Aleena raised her hand, as did Rello. "Alright, Cyrus, are you okay?" "I''ll be fine. Which direction are we going first?" "Do you sense anything?" I shook my head. "No. I felt the blip again, but it disappeared further in." "Annoying, but we''ll make do." Orlun made the first leap as he activated his movement skill and charged through the air. He landed on the first island and shot to his feet, reading to jump back. After a few test stomps, he waved his hand, and Aleena stepped up next. Eodyne controlled the wind around her and I felt a strong gust generate around her legs. When she jumped, she seemed to glide through the air until she reached the island and landed with a stumble. The island didn''t move, but Orlun jumped over to the next one. Next was Rello and Eodyne, who helped shuttle them to the center island. As Sereza stepped up, I felt the blip, this time closer. I grabbed her arm, and she froze. Together we waited, but the mana had already faded. "I don''t like this. It feels like we''re being stalked," I muttered. "No different than usual then?" Sereza joked. "Nah. I think we''re good. But be prepared." "Right. I don''t think I can survive fighting a space monster." She jumped high, and I watched her body burst apart, transforming into a cloud of green smoke that bent toward the first island. As she neared the island, she regained her form and landed cleanly on both feet. She gave the go-ahead, and I inhaled and bolted. As I neared the edge, I kicked off and sailed through the air. I leaned forward rolled across the tiles. My knees slid on the marble, and a hand grabbed me by the back of my hoodie and hauled me back. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. I blinked and realized that I was dangerously close to the edge. Through the connection, my familiars expressed their discomfort. "Sorry, sorry. Shouldn''t have rolled." ¨¢ine landed on my shoulder and tugged at a strand of hair. I leaned my head and gently bopped her with my cheek, and she sat down on my shoulder while spinning my hair around her hand. Alright, message received. No more stunts. Sereza huffed. "Got a death wish?" "Not particularly, but my history says otherwise." "Cyrus," Eodyne shouted. "Just tank the impact. ¨¢ine can repair you." I sighed and stood up but stopped when the blip appeared. Twisting to the left, I felt it move, and I continued to spin, trying to follow it. "Cyrus?" I ignored the question and traced the blip over to the far-right edge of the island and looked down. The blip disappeared, but I caught something more before it faded. It felt cold and hard to grasp. Just as I thought I recognized it, the dungeon absorbed the mana, and I clawed at the air. "Annoying, but whatever it is went down there. Be extra careful making jumps," I called out. "Let''s gather at the center first," Eodyne responded. Sereza patted my shoulder and leaped up, clearing the second island and the last, leaving me the last one left. I centered myself and kicked off, repeating the same maneuver. This time I stuck the landing, and bent my knees rather than rolled forward. Sereza flashed a thumbs-up, and I paused in case the foreign mana returned. It didn''t, so I cleared the last jump and landed on the central island, joining the others. As I stood up, I closed my eyes, but again, there were no signs of the mana blip. "We''re good. I can''t sense anything." "Okay. We need to pick a direction." I opened my eyes and scanned the cavern. We were dead center. The walls were black marble, and the ambient light was dim--fitting for the dark abyss below. The abyss itself looks like it went on for forever. Two entrances, the north and the east entrance, had curtains covering their doorway. The west had its entrance open, the long hallway lit up with blue-flame torches. Eodyne extended her arm, and I felt mana swirl into her hands as she pulled back, forming her signature bow. The arrow condensed into a compact azure bolt that whistled as she released. The arrow zipped through the cavern and crashed into the ceiling above the north doorway. The mana exploded, and the silk sheet caught fire, turning to ash within seconds, revealing a hallway lit with white-flame torches. Eodyne repeated her actions for the last hallway, revealing the green-flame torches behind it. As she lowered her hands, a stormy expression clouded her face. "Whatcha thinking?" I asked. "Dungeons can be tricky. Those torches could signify elemental differences or the type of rooms to expect. It''s a guessing game, and we don''t have the luxury of information," she responded. She spun around and observed each hallway, even going so far as to shoot an arrow down them. There wasn''t a single reaction, not even from the torches, as she purposely sent an arrow into the wall of the white-flame hallway. Nothing. We gained nothing. By now, we had stood around the central island for over a dozen minutes. We had to make a choice, so I closed my eyes and tried to see if my senses would tell me anything, but after a minute straight, I gave up and reopened them. Out of all the hallways, the white-flame looked the least eerie. "That one," I said, pointing to the north exit. "If we have to choose, I vote for that one." "Reasoning?" "White sounds better than green. Green makes me think poison, and while Sereza could survive that, we wouldn''t." Eodyne looked everyone in the eye and rolled her neck. "Fine. It''s as good a reasoning as any." She boosted Rello first, and as they entered the tunnel, they stopped near the entrance, giving it appropriate time for a trap to activate. But thirty seconds passed, and they relaxed. Next was Orlun, who cleared the way himself. Eodyne came back to help Aleena, but as soon as they touched the other side, a rumbling shook the entire room, and I crouched down, grabbing onto Sereza''s jacket. We braced ourselves as the island began to rumble. "Cyrus! Sereza!" Eodyne shouted through the cacophony of noise. I tried to stand up, but then the island began to spin away from the tunnel, forcing us to scramble toward the other side. ¨¢ine clutched onto my shirt, and I held out a hand to stabilize her. "Sereza, we''ve got to jump!" She opened her mouth, but the island jerked to a halt, sending us both to our knees. Damnit! Pushing to my feet, I dragged Sereza with me in time to feel a rush of mana from the hallway behind the others. "Eodyne, incoming!" She turned around, but a jet of air forced them back. Aleena grasped for something to hold onto, but a second gust pushed her off the edge, and she started to fall. Eodyne grunted and jumped down, slamming her palm against Aleena''s back, who screamed as she rocketed upward. Her arms cushioned the impact, but she hit the roof and landed inside the tunnel, where Orlun grabbed her, and Rello summoned a spike to use as a brace. Eodyne landed on the first island out and then leaped again. She was coming, but as I shuffled closer to the edge, my foot slipped, and I slammed my elbows onto the tile. When I looked down, I saw that my leg had fallen through. Sereza grabbed onto my shoulders and hauled me up, but the section of tiles around her cracked and came apart, jostling her to the side. I gritted my teeth and reached a hand up for Eodyne, rushing at us, but a chill ran down my spine as the wind whispered in my ear. "Stop!" I roared. Eodyne came to a halt just as a blue fireball zipped across the cavern. It exploded against the far wall with a flash of light. Sereza tugged on my arm. "Cyrus, push yourself out!" My leg twisted, and something jagged tore a line through my calf. Ignoring the pain, I pulled my leg out of the hole and joined Sereza on the last section of uncracked tile. Eodyne tried to move forward, but mana flared to life, and a barrage of fireballs zipped through the air. She activated her skills, and a wall of wind intercepted five of the six projectiles while the sixth veered across the barrier and exploded at Sereza''s feet. She held on, and I sucked in the sharp mana with my hand, letting it rush into my core. The flames spread, but the explosion never came as I forced the mana down. Crack! Crack! The island titlted nearly ninety degrees, and someone screamed as we started to fall. I forced my hand into the hole my leg had created and struggled to hold on. Fuck... My other hand wrapped around Sereza''s waist as she dangled below me. "Sereza!" I called out, unable to look down as another flash of light assaulted me. "Here! I''m activating my skill!" she replied. Another rush of mana came from the blue-flame tunnel, and I dug my claw into her shoulder. "Don''t! Too dangerous!" I shut my eyes as the flashes continued. Sereza grunted. "Eodyne? Some help?" She didn''t respond, but I felt her mana signature swerve to the left. Crack! Crack! Crack! My claws dug into the tile, but I continued to fall as the island finally broke free from the pillar holding it up. Fuck! I used the last of my strength to push with my boots and kick-off, trying to launch myself up. Sereza dug her claws into my side, piercing my jacket as I did. The fall made me look up, and the sense of danger rose to an icepick digging into the back of my neck. "Eodyne!" She appeared like a bolt of lightning, her form sparking as she reached a hand down. My fingers grazed hers, and she caught my index, but a blue fireball smashed into her side, knocking her away. Her eyes were saucer plates as the force knocked her to the left. "Master!" Sturmrorex roared. He slipped from Eodyne''s shoulder and snaked around my arm, his scales squeezing tight. A chunk of island clipped my shoulder and knocked the breath out of my lungs. "Sereza. Skill!" I expected her body to burst apart, but as we continued to slip further into the abyss, I looked down and found the felkin smiling with blood dripping down her chin. "Nope," she grinned. A chuckle nearly escaped my throat, but the blip appeared behind her. My foot lashed out, nearly smacking into her knee. She pulled back and revealed a black tentacle attached to her hip. More tentacles continued to sprout until the blip pulsed with ice-like mana. A fifth tentacle squeezed my arms together, constricting Sturmrorex into my chest, and I heard a familiar voice whisper words into my ear. "This is going to hurt." A black hoodie and mask covered his head, but I could recognize the golden locks peeking out from anywhere. Swirling eyes reminiscent of the void met mine as we sank deep into the abyss. Chapter 36: Unwanted Information Mana brushed along my arms, and I reacted instinctively. The shadow-aspected mana rushed through the crystal and entered my core, settling with the taste of cold dust on my tongue. I cut the absorption once I felt Isaac ramp up his mana usage, and a shell of black wrapped us in its embrace. As we continued to fall, the chill sharpened into something beyond surface level. The feeling was familiar, albeit uncommon. But my breath was restricted, and something pierced the shadow fabric and slid an ice-cold blade into my thigh. Isaac squeezed tight, and even though I couldn''t see through the shadows, his form lit up like a beacon. Another blade cut strands off the back of my head, followed by something gnawing at my back. Something yanked us upward, and air returned to my lungs as the restriction lessened. Isaac''s tentacles pulled back, and I flopped to the floor, unable to brace myself as my chin hit the tile. A strong urge to cough had me hack up something wet and slimy. As I hurled, a blob of black spilled from my mouth and smoked the moment it came in contact with the ground. "Is... Isaac. What the... fuck," I sputtered between breaths. I turned my head to the side and saw Sereza curled up in a fetal position, her breathing erratic. Isaac was to her right, holding both daggers up as he stared at the ground beside him. What''s going on? As Sereza cracked open an eye, Isaac stabbed downward just in time. A large purple-black maw clamped down on the blade. "Fuck off!" Isaac shouted. A tentacle sprouted from his back and bludgeoned the creature''s skull. A roar that rattled my head came from its mouth, and more of its body rose up, revealing sleek, wet flesh. Isaac''s arm blossomed with shadowy mana, and he jammed his second blade into its eye, twisting as it reeled back. Before it could move, two more tentacles punched its skull and wrapped itself around its snout. He stood up and hauled the creature out of the shadows, exposing a fish-like body attached to a wolf''s skull. It struggled in his grip, and he stabbed continuously, punching through its skin like a sewing machine. In, out. In and then out. Black, smoky liquid seeped from its numerous wounds, draining the creature dry. By the final stab, the creature had shriveled like a prune, less than half its original size. With a final jerk, he tore his blade free and stabbed again, this time in the side of its neck. With deliberate slowness, he parted the flesh, and the blade exited the other side. The wolf skull thudded against the floor, and Isaac''s tentacles coiled before launching the body against the wall. As the body hit the stone with a meaty schlap, he dropped to his knees and panted. His arms hung down, his blades clattering against the tile. "I... fuck that sucked. Cyrus. Fu-cking heal her before she goes into shock. She can''t... handle the mana." I looked away and found Sereza growing increasingly pale. Spiderwebs of black veins sprouted from her arms and pulsed. My body ached with injuries, but I clawed myself closer and slapped my claws onto her arm, where the crystal cut into her skin. It was enough contact, and I absorbed the mana. I could recognize it now for shadow mana. And let it fill my receptacle until her breathing slowed and her body stopped shaking. Her eyes relaxed, and she groaned. "That. Fucking sucked." I kept absorbing until I excised the entirety of the foreign mana before I pulled back and rolled onto my back. Sturmrorex shivered as he slithered up my arm and toward my neck. ¨¢ine flew out from underneath my hoodie, and she hopped onto my chest. Her tiny hands reached for my nose, and I welcomed the healing mana as it began to repair my wounds. "Thank you, ¨¢ine," I said. Sturmrorex rubbed my cheek with his horns, and I lazily pushed them away before rubbing his snout. "I''m glad you''re safe." Sturmrorex kept quiet, and I ignored the concern, bleeding through the link. For a couple of minutes, ¨¢ine did her thing as I caressed my familiar''s scales. Eventually, ¨¢ine hopped off and flew onto Sereza''s back, who was still lying face first. ¨¢ine activated her skill, and Sereza groaned for a second time. A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. Isaac stood up, only to roll to the side as a sharp black spike nearly as tall as him jutted from the ground. I sat up and extended my arms, but Isaac crouched and waited. The spike receded, and a tense silence filled the room before Isaac snorted. "Somehow, not surprised that felkins are tasty," he joked. My concern fizzled away, and I flipped him the bird. "Where the fuck are we?" He stood from his crouch and dusted himself off. "No idea. The shadow realm spat us out, but where I don''t know." I rubbed my temples. "You were the blip, weren''t you? If you saw me, Eodyne, and Sereza, why not reveal yourself." "Because," he said in a cold tone. "I had no idea if you were real. I already met fake versions of the others, and they tried to stab me in the back." "And you saved us thinking we were real; why?" "The dungeon hasn''t tried to kill itself before," he grunted. He glared at me and whispered just loud enough for me to hear. "And your stupid mind is already trying to kill me." "What about my mind?" "Nothing." He walked over and held out a hand. I accepted the help up and popped my back as I leaned forward. Exhaling, I scanned the small, empty room and closed my eyes. Outside of Isaac and Sereza, the room was dead, mana-wise. "Welp, looks like we''re safe for now. Unless more of those things want to take a bite out of us." Isaac shook his head. "We should be good. The dungeon fixed the hole; it''d take a leviathan to breach it. And we didn''t dive that deep." "Shadow users. You''re all insane," Sereza complained as she stood up. ¨¢ine hopped off her shoulder and onto Isaac, pushing a brief wave of healing energy before she returned to her spot on my shoulder. "You think Eodyne will be okay? I didn''t see what happened after the island fell," I said. "She''s fine. It''d take a lot more for her to go down. And she has Elanor''s guards if she runs into anything," Isaac replied. I checked my spear as well as my clothes. My jacket and hoodie sported a long tear at the back, but the enchantments weaved into the clothes were already at work repairing the damage. Isaac crossed his arms and glared. "So where the fuck did you go, Cyrus?" My eye twitched, and I took a deep breath before explaining all that had happened for the third time. Isaac began to raise his hands, looking suspiciously like he wanted to choke me out. "Cyrus..." he growled. I cocked my head. "Yeah? Something wrong?" It looked like he took every ounce of willpower to lower his hands. Instead, a tendril lashed at the ground before receding into his back. He straightened up and slotted his daggers into their sheaths before turning around. "We really need to talk about this more when we get out of here. Your god can eat shit." My eyes narrowed. "Careful. I give him access to my memories every time he visits." Isaac froze, and shadows began to pool around his feet before he cut his mana off. He cleared his throat and continued walking. "I was joking! I promise!" I didn''t hide the grin peeking at the corner of my lips. The room had a metal door that Isaac slowly opened. Sereza and I prepared our weapons, but it opened to reveal a dark hallway with no side tunnels or entrances, just another wall at the end with a second metal door waiting. Starting to think this is a labyrinth kind of dungeon. This time, when the shadows pooled at Isaac''s feet, they elongated into the shape of a man. His clone rose from his shadow and sprouted two shadowy tentacles near its neck. Isaac leaned against the door as the clone marched down the hall and performed a series of jumps and stomps, among other loud noises. Sereza raised an eyebrow. "Uh, looks like it''s safe?" The clone reached for the metal door and placed a hand on the knob. Nothing happened; he yanked it open to reveal a blinding blue light. The light pushed the clone back, but as it stood straight and stepped through the doorway. Isaac pulled down his mask and frowned. "This place is too damn weird." I shrugged and began walking. The clone turned around and crossed its arms, but I ignored it and observed the doorway as more details came into view. The clone turned with me, and I heard footsteps behind us, but I only had eyes for what was inside the door. Large crystals filled the space, bathed in glowing blue¡ªsome the size of Arturous. The middle sported a massive crevasse that sloshed with the sounds of water, but as I leaned forward, I smelled chemicals. It was bitter and clinical, reminding me of antiseptic. Isaac''s clone took the first step inside and approached the edge, so I joined it and stared down. Black sludge bubbled underneath, opening into a black lake. Crystal clusters sprouted from the sides, and a large pillar jutted out of the center, its material surprisingly clear despite the filth covering it. I felt a hunger draw me in, the insides of my stomach rumbling. "Cyrus?" Sereza asked. I shut my eyes and let the feeling filter through, the pull coming from the center of my chest. It felt connected to something, so I dived into my soulspace. I searched, staring up at the ceiling of my inner world, but I couldn''t find anything obvious. Again, the hunger came, and I searched around. A skill wisp floated from the lake and hovered near my shoulder, the distinct Chomp echoing throughout the realm. "Do you know what''s up?" Chomperz chomped again and lazily floated off, leaving me alone once more. As I opened my eyes, I stepped away from the edge and found Isaac jumping onto a section of crystals. "What are you doing?" I called out. "I thought I saw movement. Be prepared." I raised my spear and channeled mana into the shaft. Venom sprouted from its tip, and I stood nearby, waiting. Sereza was redipping her daggers into her vials when Isaac leaped to a patch of crystals about ten feet off the ground. He jumped repeatedly, transvering around the circular chamber until he stopped atop a large crystal embedded into the wall. He used his tentacles to anchor himself on nearby rocks before he scaled the sides and leaned down. I couldn''t see anything special about the crystal, the blue gem giving off bright light from within like the rest. Yet, Isaac used his sleeve to rub at the crystal. The crystal itself looked clear, so I didn''t understand why he wa- A spike of mana pulsed out, and I readied my own, letting it rush into my throat. Isaac slammed his fist against the crystal. "Those fuckers!" "What''s wrong?" He leaned to the side, exposing the front of the crystal to Sereza and me. Oh... It was hard to see through the glow, but a man''s head shined through the glass. "Damn," Sereza whispered. Chapter 37: Peering Through the Looking Glass "Calm down. What if they''re fakes the dungeon created?" I argued. "You really think that?" Isaac snarled. "No. But there''s always a possibility." "You and I know both know that''s about as likely as you not fucking up a rift!" "Isaac!" His eyes widened and he looked away, sliding the mask back over his face. "Sorry. Sereza, you heard nothing." Her eyes narrowed, but she shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. "There''s a lot to unpack after this. But later. Do you think someone is inside every crystal?" We spent the next five minutes going around the room checking. Every single crystal deposit had a prisoner. Their faces were unknown to me, and they all had closed eyes, but there were enough people to fill a small village. Isaac dropped from the wall and retracted his tentacles. His face was hidden behind his mask, but I could see the thunderous expression in his eyes. He stalked over to the edge and stared down at the bubbling pool of muck. "Let''s go; we need to find the others." Sereza shared a worried glance, and I awkwardly shrugged. There wasn''t anything else we could do. We walked to the otherside of the cavern, Isaac''s clone leading the way. The metal door led to a winding path that took us up a flight of stairs. I was curious, but I turned around and examined the stairwell as we reached the top. "Not a transition between floors. No safe zone." "Not everything in a dungeon is dungeon-related. We don''t even know what is part of the dungeon and isn''t." Isaac added. Fair enough. Another long hallway with nothing beyond the door at the end greeted us. This time, when Isaac''s clone reached for the handle, I raised my spear and slammed it against the door. Isaac and his clone turned around and crossed their arms. "What?" Mana. A lot of it. "Something''s inside. Can''t you feel it?" Isaac uncrossed his arms and shut his eyes. He opened them a few seconds later and pulled out his daggers. "Yeah. Be prepared." Isaac''s clone reached for the door and opened it wide. We stepped back, ready to dodge or get out of the way, but instead, mana washed over us in waves. It felt thick, heavy enough to slow the other''s movements. I felt it, but not entirely, my body seemingly resistant to the mana. "Sereza. This reminds you of something?" "Feels like ether," she panted. Isaac resisted better than the other folks; his daggers raised high as he followed his clone''s movements. I stepped in front of Sereza and tried absorbing some of the ambient mana, but the crystal coating my body refused. She stood up straight, but her legs moved as if she had walked through molasses. I reached into my hoodie, slipped my necklace off my head, and slid it over hers. "Wha-?" Once Zolnja''s amulet was properly settled around her neck, she breathed in, entirely unbothered by the previous pressure. "Oh, that''s nice. Thank you," she grinned. "No problem." She shook her head. "Again, whatever your resistances are, it''s insane." We followed Isaac into the new room that was smaller but still larger than the usual temple rooms we encountered. Another pool created a moat around the central crystal that expanded up to the ceiling. But instead of bubbling black tar, it was bright pink fluid with glittering stars underneath the surface. It was pretty. Sereza grunted, and she gripped her daggers tight. "Even with the necklace, I can almost taste it." Isaac glanced back, noting my stare. "Fuck you." "Thanks?" I scoffed. "You''re not exactly on your knees right now. Got a hidden perk up your sleeve?" "Maybe. Feel anything?" I did. The air around me had been slowly caressing my skin and leaving sharp, cold lines against the back of my neck. "Yeah, danger. Notice how there are no other crystals? It has to be that," I said as I pointed toward the crystal obelisk at the center. The rest of the room had walls lined with the same glittery substance, looking like salt coating the dark marble. There was something else: a strange reaction in my gut. Whatever it was, it pulled me toward the central obelisk. I stepped closer, relying on the amplified mana sense to position me near the east side. Physically, nothing looked out of place. The tile and moat were perfectly circular. Isaac had stepped close but nowhere near the edge; instead, his clone trodded his way around the moat and toward the other side. From my position, I could see a large metal door, this one reinforced with chains that led into the rock. "You guys okay?" I asked my familiars. "Yes." "Of course!" Even as they said that, they clung to me tightly, Sturmrorex, in particular, constricting around my throat. I continued to examine the surroundings, even feeling the floor with my hand. As I did, the sharpness against my neck intensified and tugged my head. Isaac''s clone had reached the chained door and extended a hand toward the lock. "Isaac, stop! Whatever it is, it''s activating my perk." The clone froze and turned with its arms crossed. Isaac copied its actions and stared. I sighed. "I don''t know. But I''m getting a strong sense of danger if you continue." "You really got nothing? Nothing at all?" "No," I said as I eyed the obelisk. "But maybe there''s a lead." "What are you doing," Sereza asked. "We either go back or go forward. The door seems like a death trap, and there''s nothing behind us. So what about the crystal?" "At least let me be ready to grab you." I agreed and waited for the others to get into position. Sereza waited behind me, her daggers up and her tail poised. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.Isaac had his tendrils resting on the ground. They weren''t the strongest appendages but should be enough to catch me if I fell. Sereza was ready to help pull me back in case I slipped. "Ready?" I asked. "Ready," Isaac agreed. "Ready," Sereza added. My legs tensed, and I secured my familiars, with ¨¢ine slipping into my hood. Sturmrorex summoned wind around my feet, copying Eodyne. Though he had far less power behind it, he made my steps feel light as I sprinted toward the edge. The moment I was within a step away from plunging into the etherous mana, I kicked off, leaping into the air. The ground came fast, and I braced myself by extending my arms. My body jolted as I slid forward and stopped just shy of touching the obelisk. Now that I stood next to it only inches apart¡ªseparating me from the obelisk¡ªI felt the pull intensely. The feeling demanded I get even closer, a churning in my chest rising. Quit it. My body didn''t care and continued to bang against the bars for attention. As I stood up, knocking inside my chest made me stand still and wait. I gave permission, and Chomperz appeared. He hovered above my shoulder and stared at the obelisk. When he turned his head, I saw the red in his eyes shining bright. "Chomperz?" He turned around and chomped at the air before lowering onto my shoulder, where he gripped on. That''s unusual. "Master. Look up," Sturmrorex whispered. I did and saw nothing amiss. The crystal continued to shine with soft light. Its pink glass was smooth and perfectly rounded. As I stared, Chomperz vibrated, his body creating a buzzing in my ear. "Woah, what the fuck?" I exclaimed. "What''s happening?" Sereza called out. I reached a hand to grab Chomperz, but the vibrations stopped, and he chomped the air. "You okay?" Chomp! "Alright, if you say so." "Cyrus?" Sereza asked again. "Sorry, he seems fine, but something about the crystal is making him react. I think it..." "Think what?" Isaac demanded. I shook my head and extended my hand, my claws reaching the crystal. My claw touched, and I closed my eyes, shutting off external stimuli. The mana shifted, its sluggish movements crashing against the crystal covering. The fur underneath reacted but resisted. No. I forced the crystal to absorb¡ªwilling Magnus'' skill to work. When pink mana entered my veins, lightning shoot up my arm. It felt like a swarm of insects crawling across my skin. Yeah, the feeling was familiar, similar to when I touched the ether crystal. The mana around my fingers began to erode, its solidity slowly drifting apart like particles of sand. I kept my hand there, squeezing the mana through my veins. Before I could close my eyes, Sturmrorex constricted around my throat, and something bit down on my ear. I raised my free hand and felt Chomperz''s maw digging into my earlobe. Taking the warning for what it was, I pulled back, and he released his bite. "Feel like answering now?" Isaac glowered. "It definitely feels like ether, but something is different. If it was ether, I doubt I could absorb it." "How much did you absorb?" I checked and shook my head. "Maybe a drop. It''s a shit ton of mana." "Shouldn''t be able to absorb it anyway. Is Chomperz fine?" Chomperz stared transfixed at the spot where I touched the crystal. His head tracked even as I shifted positions. "Chompz?" He raised his stubby arm and pointed. Does he want me to touch it again? The spot was just too tall for me to get a good look, but luckily, I had the means to fix that. Closing my eyes, I envisioned the vault that was Chomperz''s stomach and selected a crate I knew was solid enough to hold me. Instead of appearing near my hand, Chomperz leaned down and spat the crate at my feet, rattling the heavy box filled with drinks. I hopped up and ignored the snicker from Isaac behind me. As I stood, I peered at the spot and found it different from the surrounding area. The crystal was clear but cloudy on the inside, the bright pink light it gave off easily filling in the space¡ªthat wasn''t true for the two-inch wide circle. The circle shined with the clarity of a glass pane that exposed swirling blue clouds deeper within. I stared, narrowing my eyes, and leaned forward. As I did, Chomperz dug his claws into my jacket, and I felt the pull in my chest intensify. I wanted... No. I needed to see what was inside. Before I pressed my face to the crystal, I requested ¨¢ine, who placed both hands on the base of my neck. Healing mana flooded my body and into my head, but nothing changed. The pull was still there, clawing at my thoughts. "Be prepared. Something is pulling at me, and I don''t think it''s mental compulsion. ¨¢ine''s mana detected nothing." "I''ll impale you if I have to," Isaac chirped. "I have the paralytics ready," Sereza confirmed. Leaning forward slowly, I moved my face close enough until my horns clinked against the surface. After adjusting, I heard the clink of my crystal halo hitting the obelisk and ignored it, further peering deeper even as the crystal helmet prevented me from truly touching. Relaxing my shoulders, I tensed my core and willed the mana to flood my head. It slowly passed through the pores like thick sludge, and I could see the vibrant pink energy zap my skin. The mana slid down to my neck, where it continued to flow along the fibers and push its way through my chest. Once the first drop hit the receptacle, I felt full but continued pulling. As I forced a third drop with the skill, brilliant blue light flashed against my retinas, and I blinked, ready to pull away. Except, I couldn''t move my neck. Chapter 38: A Trip Through Nothing This isn''t good. "Master!" Sturmrorex roared. In the back of my head, Magnus'' anger bled through, the feeling empowering the chaotic gremlin rattling its cage. I used my fangs to pierce my lip, blood coating my tongue. The pain startled Wrath, and I knocked it aside, regaining control. Things may have been worrying, but it would not control me. "I''m fine," I said, pausing. "Maybe. Anything happening that I can''t see?" "No." "Okay, calm down, let me focus." Sturmrorex''s scales tingled as a wave of electricity expanded down his body. He didn''t filter the frustration from the link. I sighed and looked up, peering into the glass as the blue expanded. Something inside drew my attention to a fine point, just out of sight. A strand of mana pelted the glass, a needle''s width. I tried to lean away, but when I shifted my shoulders, I realized it was the crystal helmet that was stuck. Just let go! Nope. Nothing worked. I tried sliding my claws between the space, but there wasn''t any. Clink! Clink! Clank! I flinched as a pair of mana threads rattled against the crystal, followed by a larger thread the size of my thumb. "Cyrus?" Sereza asked. "Stuck and busy. Something''s happening inside the obelisk," I replied. Clink! Clink! Clank! Clank! Gotcha! I pulled with Magnus'' skill as the last impact tried to force its way out. Instead of dispersing back into the roiling cloud of blue, the mana stayed glued to the crystal surface and tried to dig through. After watching the mana pulse out of the crystalline structure, I confirmed my theory. The obelisk was permeable to the mana, but most of its power was contained with each pulse. It filtered through what felt like tiny passageways, diffusing and losing strength before it breached the surface. But not this time. I forced it to stay together. My skill sucked it in, keeping its form intact. When I pulled, it complied¡ªalmost eagerly. "Master..." ¨¢ine whispered in my head. Only a little more, a final push. Clink! Clink! CLANK! Once more, mana threads pelted the obelisk from within, but the mana slipped through the pathway that was being created and joined with the one pressed against the surface. It breached, and my skill devoured. Uncaring of the electricity clawing at my skin, I exerted my will and forced it down the pathways. Mana swirled in my receptacle. A storm brewed from within, enveloping the other energy types inside. They fell prey to it, assimilating under its power as more streamed in from the crystal. It overwhelmed my senses. Bugs crawled down my limbs, lightning raised each hair on my body, and a fierce cold pried my mana channels open. I tried to fight back and cut off the skill, but it wouldn''t listen. "Master!" Sturmrorex bit my neck, injecting electricity into my muscles, but the flood of etherous mana tore it apart, forcing it away. Something smacked against the obelisk, but I couldn''t open my eyes, my attention glued to the rising storm. "Master." Sturmrorex whimpered. Up my throat, it continued, and it tried to condense. No! I slammed a mental fist against it, forcing the flow to continue. For the first time in forever, I gave in and let the gremlin out of its cage. It latched onto the mana stream with glee. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. Hot and cold, hellfire and ice made warred inside my mouth. Until finally, Wrath gave in and crushed the thread. It stomped and stomped until the mana was forced back. Like a cascade of dominoes, the mana channel lost its support, and my manapool forced the stream to reverse. Behind me, firm hands gripped my shoulder, and cold tendrils snaked around my waist and forehead. They pulled, and I slammed both arms onto the obelisk. I pushed, and the mana rushed into the receptacle, but a sharp crack rang out in my mind. Oh fuck. One moment, I was pushing against the obelisk, trying to separate. The next, I could only clench my fists as the receptacle shattered, the mana rampaging through my body. Channels widened in agonizing pain. I screamed, in my head or out loud; I was unsure. Just as mana continued to spin and consume my insides. A soft chime rang from my soul. Ding! And then an unmistakable¡ªbut loud enough to drown out the misery¡ªchomp blanketed my ears. CHOMP! It may have been my imagination, but I heard laughter as the world fell away and dropped me into a black void. ------ My eyes fluttered open, and I tried to smack the bug crawling on my face. As my hand met skin, I paused and pinched my cheek. Slowly, I ran my hand up to my head, where I felt my horns but a lack of a crystal ring spinning behind them. Just in case, I leaned forward and patted my skull. I lowered my hand to my shoulders, felt around, and moved to my neck and finally to my stomach. In an instant, I sat up, searching for my spirits. Around me, endless darkness filled my vision with only a soft pink light illuminating a few inches past my skin. They weren''t there, so I closed my eyes and tried to dive into my soulspace. I slipped into a deep meditation and found myself on the central island situated within the lake. Something was wrong. The lake lay still, the fog frozen in place. I searched for the skill wisps but found nothing, even as I willed myself around the dimension. Panic set in, but I forced myself to breathe and calmed down. Not even the gremlin acted up. I left my soulspace and blinked at the the wall of nothingness. It didn''t hurt my eyes like the void, so I hesitantly swiped at the air. No reaction. "Hello?" I called out. Nothing. Extending my arm, I examined how the soft glow interacted with the shade. When the constant flow pushed away from my skin and met the edges of the darkness, it pushed it away, knocking it aside. In a constant battle for space, I closed my eyes and tried to feel what the energy was, but it was absent from my senses outside of visual perception. Lowering my arm, I tried pulling mana from my pool, but it wouldn''t budge. The lake remained frozen even after I closed my eyes and observed the process in the soulspace. So, nothing''s working, and everything is gone. I can''t be dead... I think. Going out by being stuck against a crystal obelisk would be one of the dumbest ways to go. If anything, I''d find a way to haunt Cal for forever. I lowered my arm and got to my feet. I jumped and felt practically weightless but grounded in a way that wherever I stepped, something solid met my action. Without a way to go, I began walking. Time felt strange, I tried to count, but after ten seconds, I''d lose my place, and it would suddenly feel like an hour had passed. The longer I walked, boredom began to set in. Eventually, I jumped and leaped, adding variety to my movements. Closer to moonwalking than acrobatics, I continued until I noticed something had changed. I held up my hand, observing the pink glow intensify, pushing the darkness back even further. For a time, I examined my body. The light had brightened in general and not just around my hands. Again, I tried to call my mana or view the energy with my mana sense, but it remained hidden. With nothing else to do, I continued. On and on it went. I thought I was going in a circle at one point, so I doubled back. Something in my head nagged at me, and I turned around after a few minutes of backtracking. Slowly, the glow brightened, and I saw the energy react. It stopped pushing at its confines and began sloping upwards. I stopped once the light made actual cones rise from my head and up to the dark ceiling. From there I jumped, deciding that forward was the new up. Strange at first, I continued my journey until, finally, something happened. CHOMP! I waited and shifted to a closer spot where the light from my mana flickered. CHOMP! Ahead of me, about three inches to the right, I felt a pull from my chest demand I get closer. CHOMP! As the sound echoed in the grand nothingness, I punched forward and plunged my hand into the darkness, repelling it and revealing a piece of the void. A headache built as I stared at the scar in reality. But the sound was too familiar for me to care, and I plunged my claws into the crack, dragging my hand downward. The void expanded like a zipper splitting apart, revealing a familiar face. I smiled and extended my arm. Instead of floating through the hole, Chomperz bit my fingers, clamping my hand in his mouth. He pulled, and I let him drag me forward, bringing me onto his side. Like a vacuum, it sucked me in and deposited me onto solid ground. It felt cool to the touch, my hands creating claw marks as I scrambled to sit up. Chomp. "Yes, Chomperz?" Chomp! I looked up, and he landed on my face. He wrapped his arms around my temple and tugged up as his wings flapped behind him. When I tried to pull him off, his maw crunched my nose and chewed. After lowering my hand, he stopped chewing and tugged me forward. "Chomperz, seriously. What''s going on?" I asked, trying to poke him from a different angle. He sank a fang into my knuckle--pain shot up my hand, and I reached up to poke his forehead. His tongue slid my finger around until he opened his mouth and chomped. I poked his nose. "Fine, fine. Stop biting me." I let him guide me further in, completely unable to see. I tried to peer through the corners of my eyes, but Chomperz squeezed himself closer, completely covering my sight. Eventually, he released me and leaned away, removing his jaw from around my finger. Now that my sight was no longer obstructed, I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light. The once soft glow about a foot out had extended into intense light that filled the space. Blindingly bright, the pink bordered on white as my eyelids fought to stay open. It took a second, but I managed and finally looked up to see what Chomperz was leading me to. Out of all the things he could have shown me. I honestly wasn''t expecting it to be so... tiny. "Hey! I''m not tiny!" Chapter 39: Deal with a Dungeon I crossed my arms. "Keep reading my thoughts; this talk won''t be friendly." The tiny figure floated to hover just above my nose. Her eyes darted between mine and Chomperz, who sat on my shoulder. She looked like... a fairy, almost like ¨¢ine. Unlike the little green sprite, she sported skin made of obsidian crystal and hair equally as crystalline and dark. Behind her, instead of insect wings, flapped floating amalgamations of shadows and pink glitter¡ªthey resembled wings in all but name. Thankfully, she sported clothes made of pink glass that sparkled with a rainbow tint as she subtly adjusted midair. She leaned forward, nearly pressing her face into mine. "And what are you going to do about it?" I didn''t have to do anything. Chomperz did it for me. He opened his mouth and lunged, clamping onto the fairy''s nose. The fairy screamed and windmilled, her arms desperately flailing as Chomperz refused to let go. "Aaagh! Get him off! Get him off!" I grabbed chomperz, who let go only to chomp again, tearing a small hole into her dress. Her mouth dropped as she grabbed the mist. The shadows and pink glitter flowed into place, restoring the hole, but not before she glared at the dragonling. Her tongue began moving, but not before my hand blocked her view. "You done trying to intimidate me?" It was funny; I truly felt no fear. Something in my gut told me as much, in the same way, I knew instinctively how to react to the forest guardians when I first met them. And this fairy, this place, and strange situation? I felt perfectly safe. The fairy lowered my hand with surprising strength, her dress flowing around my palm to force it to the side, revealing a narrowed-eyed tiny woman. "You attempt to steal my essence again, I''ll make it hurt." I quirked an eyebrow. "Nice bluff. You sure you can follow through?" Her mouth snapped shut. "Hrmmph." She spun around and floated away, not far but enough to be out of reach. When she pivoted about, she examined me, her eyes roaming across every inch of exposed skin. "Bold of you to talk to me that way." I bowed my head, which produced an audible gasp from the small being. "It''s an honor to meet you. I am Cyrus." When I raised my head, the fairy looked flustered, light pink coloring her cheeks¡ªstanding out in stark contrast against her dark skin. "It''s an... honor to meet you too!" she huffed. She rose into the air, hovering above my head to look down. "It''s not every day to meet a soul marked by the Weave itself." I raised my head. "Not wanting to be rude, but what exactly are you? And where are we?" The fairy froze midair, her arms akimbo and her wings static. "Do... do you not know who I am?" "Can''t say I do," I said while shaking my head. "I tried to connect to the crystal obelisk and was sucked in here. Next thing I know, I''m in limbo." "But... H-how?" she started. Her hair started to float upwards, and the shadowy mesh that made up her wings elongated into several spikes along the edges. "You''re a Keeper! That''s impossible!" Her voice carried through the space, filling the entire room as if speaking with a distortion delayed by half of a half second. I raised my hands and lowered my head slightly. "How about you tell me your name and explain what this place is?" I suspected I was in some dimensional space the same way Albrus separated me. And the longer I stayed in this unfamiliar place, disconnected from reality, the more certain I became. Crystal clacked on crystal and created a melodic chime as she vibrated. When he finally stopped, she flew closer, her hands grasping at the air. "I am Xenatralaxusvelus Aurendaleuvwempak! Assistant Fairy to the Dungeon Core Weldrammornorpelus! Custodian of Temrus Temple! How. Do. You. Not. Know. Who. I. Am?!" That''s a lot of syllables... "I don''t. Sorry. This whole situation is whacky. I''m only here because my dad told me to investigate the city. Next thing we know, mind eaters, crazy dungeon, and a warning about some fragment of a dead god." If she was going to be confusing, I could be too. But I watched her face, seeing how she internalized everything I said. She lowered to eye level and crossed her legs, sitting on nothing. "I see." It was a drastic change from the fury she displayed a moment before. And I didn''t miss the information she dropped about dungeon cores having fairy assistants. This must be part of why Cal told me to keep mum. This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. "So where are we, Xena?" She glared, probably at the shortening of her name. "We''re trapped. Inside a prison that used to be our dimensional space." "You and Weldrammornorpelus?" "Yes." So all dungeon cores existed inside a pocket, outside of reality. But that didn''t explain the obelisk. "The room my friends and I were in was large, had a moat filled with pink mana, and a crystal pillar extended up to the ceiling on the central island. It felt like ether." "Because it is. Diluted and less dense due to it being dungeon-aspected mana. But it''s ether. And you found the core chamber," she explained. Then her eyes hardened. "You shouldn''t be able to, the space is cut off from the rest of the dungeon." Black eyes glared into mine, and I stared back. "How much do you know about what''s going on? And why can''t I use my mana? Why is my soulspace frozen, but Chomperz is here." Xena opened her mouth but Chomperz chomped at the air. She tried to speak again, but once more, Chomperz disrupted her. She puffed her cheeks. "Fine. I won''t tell him. You''ll have to figure that out yourself. As far what I know. Nothing. I''m blind in here." "How do you know I''m a Keeper? Or whatever you called it." "Are you joking?" Xena searched my face but shook her head. "You''re not. Wow. Whoever is your parent, they did a poor job preparing you. Shoddy work for a god." It wasn''t the first time some unknown entity seemed to know things about me. But I had to ask. "How do you know any of this?" She placed a finger on my chest, prodding my sternum. "You''re hiding some things. I can see the work of something above my paygrade obfuscating parts of your soul. But right now? You''re entirely exposed." I looked down and splayed my fingers, watching the light interact with the void. The glow looked familiar, and the mention of a soul connected a few pieces. "Am I showing my soul somehow?" "Correct! You''re not actually here; you''re talking to me through soul projection." Despite not having a body, I felt a migraine creeping behind my eyes. "Why..." I asked out loud. Xena frowned and looked up, but I waved my hand. "Forget it. Where''s your core?" "He''s asleep," Xena growled. Her wings expanded and formed blades at the end, sharpening into fine points. "That asshole! Used its influence to force him into a coma, taking control of the dungeon in his absense." "The dead god?" "Yes!" I wanted to get this over with and return to Solara. "How do we wake him? And how do we get rid of the foreign divinity." Xena stayed silent, her body drifting on an unseen breeze as she glowered at something in the distance. I waited. And when that didn''t work, I waved a hand in front of her face. She kicked it away and shook her fist. "Quit it!" "Well?" "I don''t know," she whispered. "What?" "I said I don''t know!" I felt like banging my head against a wall. "What do you mean you don''t know? How? Why?!" "Dungeon cores are not supposed to be invaded by dead gods!" Uggghh. Pain poked at my earlobe, and I swatted Chomperz away. "What?" Chomp! "That tells me nothing." He used his stubby paw to grip my cheekbone and push it to the side. I turned to face him, meeting his eyes as he pressed his snout closer. I stared at the spinning rings, the bright crimson drawing me in. Chomperz opened his mouth and chomped! Right. Chomperz backed away and resettled on my shoulder. "There has to be something we can do. I refuse to be stuck here." Xena crossed her arms, but she didn''t refute my words. Instead, she stared at my chest. I had an urge to cover myself, but I doubted it would have done anything to prevent her from seeing my soul. When she uncrossed her arms, I expected another speech, but she floated back to my sternum and placed her finger against my hoodie. "Lift up your clothes." I quirked an eyebrow but complied. My tattoo was there, glowing in bright prismatic colors that contrasted with the muteness of the void. With a flex, the tattoo''s glow intensified, and I felt something scratch at my senses. For the first time since waking up in this limbo space, I felt mana flare to life. Like sparks in the dead of night, they caught your attention. Huh. Xena reached her hand closer but stopped just before touching my skin. She withdrew her arm and floated up to meet my eyes. "You''re the spawn of a chaos god?" "Uh. Yeah," I confirmed. Her dress and wings became a tornado, black dust and glittering shards catching the prismatic glow of my tattoo. "Then I have a plan. She smiled when she said those words and revealed rows of shark-like teeth instead of molars. Those were never good words. ------- "No." "What do you mean no? It''s the only way!" I rubbed at my temples, trying to desperately massage the stress away. "I''m not going to become a dungeon core. What part of ''refuse to be stuck here'' is hard to understand?" Xena pried my fingers away and gripped tight. "You won''t! We''re only doing this to wake my partner up. When we''re done, we unbind. Simple!" I nearly hissed, displaying my fangs threateningly. The conversation had been going on for what felt like forever. Back and forth, her plan seemed crazy. Not that I was one to talk. Crazy plans were not unusual. But still! I refused to risk becoming some disembodied soul. "How can you be sure?" She thumped my forehead with tiny fists. "This! Use your knowledge. You''re a Keeper!" I let the anger go, forcing it deep inside my gut where it could sit pretty. After closing my eyes, I let my thoughts wander. Bits of knowledge and information that seemed like I knew it, but I definitely didn''t raced by. Eventually, I focused on the aspect of bonding, and I finally got an answer. It was the first time I had ever pulled information so directly. She''s right. We can unbind. But it will leave its mark. Chomp! I glared, but gave in. "Right. Not like that''s anything new." "I can still hear you." "Do you want me to agree or not?" I retorted. Xena slammed both hands over her mouth and backed away. "No. Fuck. Fine. Here, what do you need me to do?" I extended my arm and held out my hand. Xena landed on my palm and smiled as she twirled with her arms up. "Great! Hold me to your stomach and will the chaos outward. I''ll guide the contract!" I started pushing her away. "Temporary! Temporary Contract! You''re interesting, but not Weldrammornorpelus." I hesitantly brought her closer and let her place both palms against my chest. Flexing the tattoo''s power, the rainbow light intensified, shifting hues rapidly. Something grabbed hold; it was far stronger than I had expected, feeling like the might of a giant pulling on a rope. Xena rocked her head back, her eyes fluttering, showcasing the sea of rainbow stars behind her eyelids. The power churned and rushed into her body, swirling in multiple directions like threads being split. Finally, a rush of power so heavy it felt like molten lead rushed inside my chest and forced its way into my mana pool. I closed my eyes and watched a deluge of pink goop tinged with glittering shadow cascade like a waterfall inside the soulspace. In the real world, I watched Xena''s wings change, and an obsidian halo formed above her head. Opening her eyes, she stared with chromatic sclera and a glowing-red, upside-down triquetra in place of her irises. "Oh. This feels good." Chapter 40: Get to Looting! The rush of power that surged through my body hit me all at once. My chest became a balloon as it welled with new energy. "What''s happening?" Xena floated close, her hands grabbing my cheek. "You bonded with a Dungeon Fairy. The dungeon mana should be filling you. I''ll help guide it so it doesn''t change your mana channels." "Th-thanks," I ground out. "Isn''t this supposed to be temporary?" "It is; that''s why I won''t let it change you." It took an eternity, but the energy shifted and formed something inside my gut. It felt solid, but Xena shunted the energy toward the new vessel. "There. Stabilized." "Now what?" I said as I stood up straight. Chomperz looked down, peering at my stomach, but I ignored him and focused on Xena, who was running her hands along the spinning crown. "You''re a Reborn. The marks inside your body... How are you alive? Why are you only tier zero?" "Luck, mostly. And I''m working on it." Xena snorted and lowered her hands to examine the changes to her wings. "Fine. You''re finally living up to your title. Now, we need to break out of here." "And how do we do that?" I lifted my shirt and rubbed the skin underneath; my stomach radiated a piercing cold that penetrated my fingers. The fairy clapped her hands, and I felt power shift around, leaving my stomach and extending toward the fairy. She took the energy and landed on the ground, where she placed her palm. As she rose into the air, bright pink energy spilled out that formed into a black pillar. She stopped once it became a few inches above my head and pulled away. "We can''t do anything without a control node. Now, extend your hand and prepare for the headache. You''re not Weldrammornorpelus, so we''ll go slow." Xena was entirely serious despite the spitfire attitude she showed earlier. Her eyes never blinked, and she stared with crossed arms. I''m going to murder Cal for this. I extended my arm, and my mana exploded outward and latched onto my wrist. It sank into my bones and created a vibration that nearly dislocated my shoulder as I wrapped my fingers around the pillar. There was a feeling. I closed my eyes and quickly opened them as a million things assaulted my senses. As I blinked away the tears, Xena hovered closer and landed on my shoulder. She extended her right arm while placing her left directly against my neck. "Slower," she grumbled. "Pathetic fleshy bodies are so inconvenient. You should ascend when we get out of here." "Trying," I said flatly. "Stop wasting time! I can feel the energy. It''s begging to be used; let''s get our revenge already!" Somehow, I didn''t think she meant me in the ''our revenge.'' I complied, and my vision shifted into something more. It was like my mana senses but on steroids. From all around us, I felt the room''s dimensions, its walls ever-shifting but static. That''s a lot smaller than I thought. Weird. "I''m cutting off the unimportant senses so you can focus. Try to feel the energy inside the node," Xena interrupted. "How many senses would that be?" "More than twenty-three. Now focus." Finding the pillar was easy. It was a star amidst a sea of nothing. Focusing on it and only it was nearly impossible. Beside me, Xena growled her frustrations. "Sorry, but this is difficult." "Bah. You''re like a newborn core! Just follow your instincts!" Chomp! Suddenly, parts of my vision were cut off, and I found the pillar come into focus, the image clear as day. "Chomperz?" "That''s... you shouldn''t be able to do that. But whatever, as long as it works!" "Okay, pillar. What now?" "Push your sight into it; enter the node." Easier said than done. It took another couple of minutes before my vision changed. The void fell away, and new senses bloomed into my thoughts. I tasted everything and nothing. "Aaagh! Sorry." The taste of crystals and magenta disappeared from my tongue, and I focused on the room below. Below... wasn''t entirely accurate to describe what I saw. It was as if I could see from seven angles, the top, the bottom, the center, and every corner. I recognized the pink obelisk and the ether pool around it. Hammering away with her daggers was Sereza, who tried to chip the obelisk. Isaac looked furious, shadows whipping around him and smacking the ground. He said something, but I felt knowledge pop up rather than hearing or seeing it. "Is he saying something? And where is my body?" "Most likely in the pillar. You must have temporarily melded with it. And he is, one sec. Your flesh body is so inefficient!" "Thanks." "It wasn''t a compliment. How can you stand having all these fragile organs control your thoughts in such a tangled mess? Horrible." I fought a sigh and waited for Xena to finish. Suddenly, I could hear Isaac trying to talk to Sereza, who was busy grunting. "We have to go. He''s an annoying bastard; I''m sure he''ll appear when we clear the dungeon," Isaac shouted. "And. I. Say. No," she said between thrusts. "He''s your friend and got sucked into the ether crystal. There has to be a way to get him out!" "Maybe, but we can''t do anything about it. Best bet would be to get out of here and contact his god." "And if he dies before that? What happens next? His god takes vengeance on all of our family lines?" Isaac snorted. "That''s not that much of a threat for me." "Piss off. Why are you calm?" Isaac jumped onto the island where Sereza was hacking away and caught her wrists with his tendrils. "Because you don''t know half the crazy shit he gets himself into. I barely do. We need to go. The others could be fighting." She lowered her weapons. "Fine. But where? There''s no way out." "We''ll have to shadewalk. I got a health potion, and without Cyrus, we should be able to slip through without alerting the monsters." If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. "Xena?" I asked "So that''s how you got here. Will need to set up defenses when this is done." "Okay. Great. What are we looking for?" "Ignore them; move your focus to the joining room. It''s the main mana chamber." "Uh, big room, lots of crystals, and a deep moat?" "Yes!" "Uh, is the moat supposed to be filled with bubbling tar?" "Tar? What, no! Show me!" After the third try, I managed to shift my perspective into the hallway and then out into the first room. Once my vision cleared up and I got access to the room, Xena erupted like a volcano. No... That''s thought-speech bleed through. Must be like the soul link. "Th-that, aaagh! I''ll kill it. Murder it. Make it suffer through a million years of hell!" "I thought so... Is the ether corrupted?" "Yes! It''s destroyed centuries of mana! We worked hard on that! How dare it!" "Stop yelling in my head. It''s hard to focus." In a more physical sense, Xena squeezed my neck, pinching it tight. When she let go, the rage was there, but as a simmer rather than the explosive fire that threatened to incinerate all. "We found bodies inside the crystal. Is that your doing?" "Bodies? Show me." I did, and once again understood what being a crystal felt like; it was strangely nice, if restraining. Xena grunted, and the feeling disappeared. I sensed her examining the crystal with the man encased within. "That''s not us. No. Squidface must have done this. We should get rid of this before it can be used it for nefarious purposes." "Woah. Wait a minute. What do you mean get rid of this?" "If we focus the ether, we can dissolve the body. Can''t farm what''s not there." "Nope. Hard no." "Why?" "Are they alive?" "Well, yeah. They''re under an illusion." "Then no, we''re not getting rid of him. That''s messed up." "I don''t understand. Wait. Are they your friends?" "No. But I''m not erasing him just because. Can''t we just disconnect him?" "Weird mortals and their weird morals," she grumbled. "Focus on the energy in this room and extend it outward toward the crystal. Visualize him being removed from the crystal, and I''ll handle the next part." Despite knowing it was ether, the mana answered my call easily. She wasn''t kidding when she said it was begging to be used. I heard a crack, and the crystal began to shatter. Before the first piece fell, the man''s body disappeared. "Hey! What did you do to him?" "Calm down. I put him in a safe room. Speaking of which, we should do the same for your friends." I moved the view back to the obelisk room, where Isaac was explaining how the shadow realm worked. "Same as before?" "No, they''re conscious and would actively resist our attempts. We can try brute forcing it, but you don''t know how, and I''m already juggling a lot. Here, try creating a coin." "A coin?" "Yes. Dungeon loot. Make a coin. Think about its shape and size, color, and so on. I''ll handle the mana weaving." I pictured a gold coin, the same kind we used in Solunaria. However, instead of the minting on the back, I replaced it with myself, giving a thumbs-up. And just like that, mana rippled from my core, and a single gold coin appeared. Xena''s control slipped again, and my brain nearly fractured once the information streams flooded my thoughts. When I finally regained control, I was no longer seeing through the pillar and, instead, on the ground, panting as silver leaked from my nose. "What the hell... Xena." The fairy was also on the ground. Slowly, she pushed herself to a sitting position and rubbed her head. "Damn flesh prison! The backlash of trying to comprehend the loot creation filtered through the connection. Do yourself a favor and get a mental passive!" I groaned and stood up on shaky legs. "Noted. Fuck. Did we do it?" Chomperz landed on my shoulder and pointed to the pillar. I poked his snout, but he failed to dodge it. I offered a hand to Xena, who hopped on. Once she was back in place on my shoulder, she assumed position. "Yes. Good choice on using your likeness. That should stall them. But we''ll need something else if we want to move them. And unless you can upgrade yourself, it''s going to hurt." What''s new? Chomp! "Aah." This time, he bit my ear, and I stared. "What?" Chomperz did something, and I felt the energy in my stomach shift around a smidge. "You are going to help again? Good." "That true, Chomperz?" Chomp! Okay then. Let''s get this over with. I bet they''re losing their minds. We reconnected, the energy settling in place as it pulled from my stomach. This time, it burned for a dozen seconds before Chomperz did something and shifted the energy around. As the visual of the obelisk chamber returned, I found Sereza arguing with Isaac as he scrutinized the coin. Like a puzzle piece clicked in my head, sound came online, and I heard the tail end of Sereza speaking. "-old you so. That''s definitely him." "Cyrus," Isaac said out loud. He looked toward the ceiling. "If you''re fucking with us, I''m going to have Arturous shit in your bed!" Sereza crossed her arms. "That''s the best you can come up with? And doesn''t Arturous love Cyrus?" "That''s because he''s a cheating bastard who sneaks him entire racks of ribs." "Xena?" "Think of a scroll. Repeat the message you want to be delivered in your head. If we can do this, we can move on to the next step." "And that''ll be?" Her feelings bled through again, but I knew it was intentional. If before she was a volcano ready to erupt, this time, she was electricity incarnate. "Reclaiming our dungeon!" Chapter 41: Creation Recreation This time, I pictured a scroll of simple velum, the parchment tan in color but flexible instead of old and dry. For fun, I envisioned the words to be written out of ink that varied in color with each new word. To round it off, I had it rolled up inside a hollow tusk of a boar. "Hmmm. The colors are tacky, but I appreciate the attention to detail. In the future, you should think about becoming a dungeon core. "Thanks for the compliment? I think?" Like before, Xena used the energy swirling around and concentrated it into a weave of magic too brilliant for my brain to comprehend. Her careful control slipped and opened the floodgates. My mind crumpled under the sensory overload, but thankfully, it ended once Xena reclaimed control. I swam through the memories of what just happened and tried to internalize them in the back of my mind. Barely anything stuck, but I saw snippets of runic patterns meshed together to form a weave. That''s insane how much is going into this. Is this what Erebus does every time he loots? In the obelisk chamber, Sereza and Isaac froze as they stared at the boar tusk rolling on the ground. Carefully, Isaac extended a tendril out of his clone, and the clone removed the scroll from its case. They both squeezed together to read the scroll as the clone held it out for them to examine. Isaac''s face scrunched within seconds while Sereza raised an eyebrow. "So... let me get this straight. You can hear. You are maybe okay. And no, you can''t really tell us what''s going on. Besides the lowering our guards and allowing you to teleport us thing. Is this right?" Isaac growled. "How do we know it''s you?" "Xena? I''m making another scroll. Smaller this time." "Go for it. I''m getting adjusted to your mana signature. This time, another scroll appeared, but it had no casing and unraveled as it hit the ground. My mind reeled from the mental assault, but true to her word, it was less than before¡ªthe throbbing subsiding a whole thirty seconds quicker. Isaac looked at the new scroll and promptly stabbed it with a tendril, ripping it to shreds before Sereza could get a good peek. "What it say?" she asked. "Nothing," he grumbled. He looked to the ceiling and glared. "Fine, it''s you. Haa haa, at least Brelten is a tier three using his ultimate form. How many times have Eodyne or Igas whooped your ass?" Sereza looked at him weirdly but shook her head. "Cyrus. If you''re safe, then I''m ready. But I have a million questions." There was a long pause followed by Sereza staring at Isaac, who glared at the ceiling. "Isaac?" "I don''t like this. Why are we getting put somewhere safe and you''re not? And what about the others? Can you guarantee their safety?" "Xena?" I asked as I turned my attention away from the chamber. "We''ll search for them once these two are out of the chamber room." This time, I created another object, one small enough that the sensory assault lasted less than a dozen seconds. It plopped with a clink on the tile and rolled to a stop next to Isaac''s boot. He bent down and picked it up. This time, he pocketed it without a word and held his arms akimbo. "Fine. If they get hurt, I swear I''ll beat you blue. Don''t fuck up." Xena nudged me in the physical sense, and I extended the energy around their legs; Sereza didn''t seem to react much, but Isaac did, and one of his tendrils spasmed as he clenched his fists. With a faint pop, they disappeared, leaving me recoiling as the pain throbbed along my skull. "That one hurt." "They are ascenders, not like the man in the crystal. And they were conscious. Even with their guard lowered, it''s difficult to truly lower one''s defense. Adventurers are always alert in the dungeon, even in safe zones." That made sense, and judging from how Isaac reacted to the energy encasing him, he fought his instincts to let the teleport go through. As I refocused on the chamber, I noticed the scroll and its horn casing were gone. I didn''t see one of the others take it, but they must have. So, at least we had something to remember this ordeal by. "Hey. We''re making dungeon loot. Is this draining a reserve of some sort?" "Yes, but what you made is so small it''s not much. If we created something more complex, you might see a dip in the ether pool." "Could I create a skill stone then? Or something enchanted?" Stolen story; please report. "Do you want your brain to melt?" I winced. "That bad?" "My entire being is modified for this task. The knowledge of creating skill stones is both instinctual and something earned after countless centuries. You can try, but you''ll experience soul damage so severe you would die a true death within moments." That... doesn''t sound good. "And enchanted items?" "Less difficult, but you need to understand enchantments well enough to apply them." "So no to both. Fine. Next step?" "Disconnect from the node," Xena said as she tapped my cheek. I did, and clutched my head as the headache I had been pushing back hit me full force. "Oww." Xena shook her head. "Flesh prison." I massaged my temples and ignored Xena as I watched Chomperz. He stumbled on my shoulder before grasping a strand of my hair. "You okay?" He nodded, so I shrugged and stretched. It didn''t help, but the act was soothing. "There are more people in the crystal chamber. We''ll need to get them out, right?" "Yes. Would be faster if you let me erase them," Xena grumbled. "We can do that before finding your friends. After we safely remove the brain farms the creature should show itself once it gets cut off." "Do you not know where it is?" Xena sent another spike of pure rage that mellowed as she punched the air. A wave of energy burst from her hand like a shockwave that crashed into the void wall before dispersing. "No. It has its own pocket inside the dungeon. And I can''t search for it until everyone is gone. Don''t want to risk it bonding with a host." "And if it already did?" Xena hopped into the air and pushed a finger against my nose. "Then we purge them and free their soul." I shook my head. "We have cleansers of some kind on their way for Helio. I''m not going to kill any of my friends if they can be saved." Her rage bled into mine, and the beastie inside finally snapped a few bars free. What I sent through the link floored the fairy, and Xena sank to the ground. Before she fell, I caught her and held her up, letting the anger consume my thoughts until my fingers started to tighten around her. I cut it off like a switch and pushed it back into its containment, resealing the mental prison. It was only after Chomperz bit my ear that I realized I was still squeezing Xena. She didn''t seem to care about the physical pressure and merely pushed my fingers free. "You... are unstable." A dry chuckle escaped my lips, and Chomperz let go of my earlobe. "Maybe. Not the first time I''ve been told that." She resumed her spot on my shoulder and turned her head away. "Fine. We don''t purge them. But I won''t be held responsible if something goes wrong. I only want our dungeon back. Everything else matters little." I nodded. "Fair enough. Let''s get on with it then?" She got into position, and I closed my eyes and let the node pull me in. Once more the obelisk chamber came into view and I switched us over to the crystal chamber. One by one, each crystal embedded into the wall was freed of its prisoner. By the time we finished, the pain had ramped up and yet hurt less. Eventually Xena tugged on my hair and I returned to my body before collapsing to the floor. Pressure squeezed my chest, and restricted my lungs. My heart pumped a million miles a minute, and my brain felt like mush. Chomperz landed in front of me and poked my eyelids. I batted him away, but he did it again. The red ring inside his eyes had a new addition, a single chromatic speck rotating slowly along the circle. "What''s... that?" He pointed to the node and then Xena, who was observing me from afar. I frowned. "Is the connection doing something to us?" He nodded. "Is it bad?" There was a long pause, but he eventually shook his head. "So not good, but not bad?" Another headshake. What does he mean? Chomperz raised a paw and held out a thumb. He turned it to the side and lightly wiggled it upward. "Oh. So kinda good, but it''s nearly borderline?" His nod confirmed it, and he flew to join Xena in the air. The dungeon fairy observed him before floating toward me after I stood up. "I''m keeping a tight control on our bond. But we don''t want to stay like this for longer than needed, or he''s right. You''re body will change and it might not be for the better." Again, I shrugged. "It really can''t be any crazier than what I''m already doing. Eldritch abyss thingy, crystal bones, divine essence. What''s another to the list?" Xena paused and slowly turned her head. I stuck out my tongue, and she jerked her head away. "Right. Maybe you are not as boring as I thought." I tapped the crown spinning above her head. "Yeah. Boring. I wish that was the case." "Just focus," she sighed. "If it hasn''t noticed the mortals missing, it will soon. We better find your friends while you can!" Why is she excited all of a sudden? She already had her arm out and looked dead ahead, furiously focusing on the node and nothing else. Oh, I bet she wants to see what her dungeon looks like. I closed my eyes and sank into the node. This time, Xena shifted the energy into a complex pattern that pulled me upward. It felt like swimming in the void, a vast nothingness that was broken up by bits of light in the distance. "Here we go!" The new room came into view, and I sorted through the blurry lines. We were in a hallway, an unfamiliar one with blue crystal lights jutting out of the walls at odd angles. Xena tisked, and disgust dripped through the link. "Sloppy design. This is awful!" "Hey, focus on that later. How do we find people?" "Fine. Let me adjust the output; you should feel a pulse of essence separate from the rest of the dungeon." The taste of dust and magenta hit me at the same time. "Oops. There we go!" I felt a beacon of mana several rooms away. The mana signature felt familiar, the taste of ice and the feeling of deep chill brushing my thoughts. Accompanying the mana, blanketed beneath it; the slick clink of chains and the taste of iron crept in. Chomp! I smiled and started moving. Through the hall and past several rooms, a lone man stood atop a block of ice, his massive greatsword mere inches away from a very frozen and completely encased guard captain. Igas dripped blood onto the tile, while his right arm looked mangled. Heavy bruises and lacerations crisscrossed the exposed skin beneath the broken remnants of his ice armour. With a twist, he pulled his blade free and collapsed to the floor, where he groaned and sucked in deep breaths through his teeth. Found you. I asked Xena a question, and she took a minute to listen to my explanation. "That''ll work. But it won''t be very good." Fine by me. Even as another raging migraine built, I shut the pain out and focused on creating the mixture as well as the glass vial. Finally, the creation process was completed, and Xena removed the extra senses as the potion landed just above the ice block. Igas'' sword was up, and he started pulling more ice across his body before he stopped and frowned at the health potion. "What the fuck?" he muttered. He slowly reached for it, and the connection with the node shattered as I collapsed to the floor for the third time. Chapter 42: Saving the Others "Xena. This. Sucks." She opened her mouth, and I placed my finger on her face, silencing her. "I know, weak fleshy mind." It took less time to recover, so we quickly got into position and reconnected to the node. The room came into view, and I noticed that Igas had drunk the potion. His wounds were no longer bleeding, and some minor cuts had faded. But he continued to pant and clutch his mangled arm, that the tier one potion had definitely not healed. He stared at the empty potion vial and slowly nudged it away. Then he sat back and waited, silently staring at the same spot where it had appeared. "Xena. Think we can make another? What about one more powerful?" I asked. In the physical, I felt the fairy drum way too heavy fists against my cheek, nearly pulling me out of the connection. "Be grateful. Spawning items cost mana. We already wasted some. We''ll need more for the asshole messing up our dungeon!" I sighed. "It takes that much to create a potion?" Xena grumbled, but I waited. Eventually, she stomped her foot. "No! Bah. But wasting resources for adventurers is wrong!" "Isn''t that your whole goal?" I felt the anger spew forth. "How dare-" "Okay! Okay! Just, he''s hurt and I can''t heal him. If we can create a potion for him that''ll work better than the tier one that''d be great." "Last one," she growled. "The pain will be immense. And you are delaying our revenge!" The process was simultaneously easier and more complex than before. The base imprint of creating the health potion settled into place, and my previous experience guided me. But the requirements to upgrade the potion''s tier had me reeling. Even before the item solidified into existence, I nearly crashed, and the connection wavered. Xena took over, reinforcing the mana as she pulled from my body. Chomperz helped, his willpower adjusting the rebellious strands into place. Finally, the potion plopped atop the iceblock containing Elanor, and the connection snapped. The headache came, but it faded just as quickly. As I helped Xena up, she stared at my stomach with a strange expression. "Xena? What''s wrong?" She shook her head. "Strange. Your body has adapted." "Felt plenty painful to me." "No," she argued. "You should be nearly unconscious. But you are not. Strange. Flesh prisons don''t work like that." Okaaay. When we saw Igas again, his arm looked much better, and he breathed steadily. This time, he held the potion against the light and frowned. He placed it down and nudged it out of the way while examining the room. I created a scroll similar to the one I gave Isaac and Sereza. It explained that the potions were from me, and yes, I was safe. All he needed to do next was release Elanor and allow us to teleport the both of them. The scroll knocked the potion vials down, but he ignored them and unfurled the scroll before scanning it. After he reached the bottom, his eyes shut, and he sighed. "Cyrus... I have questions when we are done," Igas said. As he spoke, he stood up and placed a hand atop Elanor''s prison. The ice melted away, and he caught her head before she hit the floor. He then lifted her into a bridal carry and stared at the ceiling. "I''m ready." Xena beamed them out of the room, and I turned my attention away from the maze-like dungeon corridors. With the fairy''s help, we shifted to another spot, a hallway lined with chromatic torches lining the walls and ceiling. "This is awful! Too many colors! WHY?!" I ignored her rant and pushed through the hallways. The torches changed color, reducing the variation to two and eventually one. Now that the torches were all white, I turned around and zipped the other way. Eventually, I found my target and forced myself into a room with the highest concentration of mana I could feel. The dungeon sense expanded on what I usually used, reminding me of blips on a radar. I knew six people were in the room even though my vision hadn''t yet adjusted. When the room did come into view, I blanched at the state of the people within. Rello and Orlun desperately fought off a pair of massive creatures that took up the entire half of the room with their wide bodies. Like the creatures we encountered before, they resembled a mix of tentacles and chitin, with several appendages sprouting from their sides. Tubes of grey flesh connected them to the walls, but their bodies were so wide that each tube was thicker than Igas. The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. While the guardsman battled against flaming limbs that burned with chromatic fire, Celanae stood several meters away, casting barrier after barrier to block the attacks of the other monster. Teddy was there, but he stayed crouched next to a bleeding Aleena, who had a massive gash bisecting her front. It cut deep, exposing bone from her hip to her shoulder while she leaked blood from her eyes and mouth. The skin around her flesh leaked brown ooze from crispy skin that flaked away with every convulsion. Her eyes were unfocused, and she stared into the distance while Teddy kept his eyes closed and both hands pressed against her chest. His hands were the only thing keeping her body together. Celanae wasn''t just fighting on her front; she conjured crystal barriers that staved off a limb before shattering. The crystal would then reform into a thin plane of glass that sliced through the rubbery flesh before fading into motes of purple light. Despite her efforts, the monster visibly regrew more limbs in an endless assault. And she wasn''t just defending her side. Occasionally, a barrier would appear next to the guardsman, blocking a tentacle from impaling the men. "Xena! Health potion now! Tier two, I don''t give a shit how much it hurts!" Thankfully, she didn''t protest as the mana connected to the node and energy stretched into threads. She weaved faster than before, but the senses she kept on lock bombarded my own. In the physical, I crashed to the floor but left my arm extended. The connection to the room began to fade. "Keeper! Focus!" I growled and felt Wrath bend its bars wide. It escaped its prison and slipped into my thoughts, diminishing my concentration. But instead of rebelling at the fairy''s commands, I felt the connection strengthen. Anger surged through my veins, and I honed it to maintain stability even as my body spasmed. Chomperz had tried to help, but I felt his leathery wing resting against my cheek. His arms twitched, and his chest shuddered, but that only enhanced the demon inside. Before long, we finished the creation process, and Xena slipped to the floor. I ignored it and slammed my attention into the room, just in time to see Teddy pour the potion into Aleena''s wounds. Blood bubbled, and threads of blood restitched itself together. Teddy helped by pressing her skin together. As Aleena took a deep breath and sputtered, he rushed toward Celanae. She didn''t flinch at his approach and dropped a barrier as he jumped and held out his shield. The smooth glass flashed in a dazzling array of light as Teddy channeled a concentrated beam of white light behind it. It spread across the field, leaving the monster stunned. He stepped closer as Celanae conjured a barrier beneath his feet; a single leap launched him into the air like a missile that smashed into the monster. His mace took on a golden glow, and he swung after bashing its head aside. Eyes popped and splattered. The pufferfish-like mace grew spikes that tore chunks of flesh away. But after the first swing, a golden copy formed. Massive spikes ripped furrows into the rubbery flesh, sprouting fountains of sizzling blood. Another barrier appeared, and he jumped while it shot to the side, carrying him into the other monster. While Teddy rapidly assaulted the creature with the help of the guards, Celanae stepped up and raised her staff. Mana swirled around her arm and into the crystal embedded in the head. As she slammed it against the stone, a thin barrier, like paper, came into existence, bisecting the creature''s shoulder. It roared. The monster used the remaining tentacles on its right side to smash it to pieces. Before it could retaliate against the elf, the shards became sawblades that rushed toward the monster''s neck. The monster died as the shards erased its head from the jawline down to its collarbone. It slumped to the floor in a geyser of caustic blood that Celanae diverted with a well-placed barrier. As she turned her attention away, I saw the last of Teddy''s fight. Rello pierced a massive tentacle with a spike that held it down while Orlun dashed forward. His blade glowed blue, and he sliced downward, cutting halfway through. The ethereal copy followed, relieved the monster of its final tentacle, and Teddy finally stepped in. He channeled mana into his weapon, the stonelike head glowing with golden light. Without hesitating, he swung and bashed the air. But it didn''t matter if he missed; that wasn''t the goal. The golden copy came into existence above the monster''s head. The monster roared and snapped at the skill, but with a crunch, Teddy bisected it while splattering goop across the floor. More barriers appeared that stopped the black tar from spreading before it ate away the stone. Orlun and Rello crashed to their asses as Teddy flicked off monster chunks. Celanae joined him and patted his back. The two grinned at each other before Teddy shook his head. He looked to the ceiling and opened his mouth, but rumbling shook the room. The distant wall shook as it sank into the floor, revealing a gore-smattered Eodyne and Arturous. The big lug padded through and happily smothered Teddy with his tongue. Smoke wafted into the air, and she dismissed her bow. Behind her, I caught the fried corpses of an equally large beast, this one bipedal with tubes stretching across the room. It wasn''t as large as the ones in the current room, but four pairs of arms had scythe-like blades at the ends. Its albino skin continued to twitch even though its front was nothing more than a blackened crisp. Eodyne shared the same grin, and they reunited. With the battle over, I finally allowed myself to breathe. Xena had rejoined me at some point, but Chomperz stayed where he was, his wings covering my nose. I broke the connection and scooped up the dragonling. As I brought him closer to inspect for damage, he gently nibbled on my finger and flapped his wings. He rolled to his stomach and stood up on shaky legs. "Chompz? You okay?" He shook his head and then nodded. "So and so?" He nodded. I sighed with relief and brought him into a hug. He squirmed out of my grasp and poked my cheek. I chuckled and sat up steadily so I didn''t knock Xena off. "Bring back the connection." I complied and found Teddy pointing to Aleena, who a stone-faced Rello was hugging. Orlun stood, but he kept a hand on both their shoulders. They really do remind me of the trio. Damn. It brought bittersweet memories, and I pushed it aside. Surprisingly, the gremlin retreated into its cage after the fight ended. I was tempted to examine why, but I focused on the conversation between Teddy, Celanae, and Eodyne. Teddy held up the empty potion bottle and shook it. "I''m telling you, it has to be Cyrus." My eye twitched. "I don''t disagree; it''s just..." Celanae sighed. "You know what? Nevermind. It''s definitely Cyrus." "It better be him," Eodyne grumbled. She clenched her fists and stared at the empty vial. "This doesn''t explain how he would have delivered a tier-two health potion. But... I guess nothing is off the table with him," Celanae added. Okay. Enough with the slander. With near instinct at this point, a very bright, neon-pink scroll appeared. To my disappointment, Celanae conjured a barrier and trapped the scroll inside a cube before it could land on Teddy''s head. The trio stared at the rolled-up paper covered in unicorn stickers for a minute straight before Celanae dropped her skill. Eodyne caught the scroll and unfurled it for the others to see. I waited, a stupid grin on my face as Xena stood with her arms crossed. Eodyne lowered the scroll and made it disappear, probably into her dimensional storage. She looked to the ceiling and glared. "Cyrus. Are you implying I''m getting fat?" Oops. Chapter 43: Final Preparations I created another scroll, and this time, Eodyne snatched it mid-fall. This one had the word ''NO'' in big red letters. The scroll disappeared as she nodded at Celanae. Oh right. Of course, Celanae would want to study the scrolls later. "Cyrus, have you seen Panasia? She''s the only one left," Teddy asked. Another scroll dropped, a repeat of the last. Teddy frowned. "Are you sure you want to transport us? We can help," Celanae said. It was tempting. Celanae and Teddy''s fight reminded me just how powerful they were. It was hard to take measure, but Broken Tower had a reputation. They stood as peak adventurers, prodigies who have grown faster than most given the relatively short time adventuring. Xena tapped my cheek. This time, I created the scroll within a heartbeat. I recognized the patterns as Xena weaved the mana, and I guided the thread. I could feel her surprise, but I pushed it away and watched their reactions to the latest scroll. It disappeared into Celanae''s storage, and they moved to stand next to the guard trio. Aleena looked rough, but she stayed stoic at the news. Orlun saluted the ceiling, and I groaned, but they huddled together, and one by one, Xena transported them out. "Last one. Are we ready?" "Yes. Should be easiest. Tier three have specific signatures in their aura. Constantly disrupting the dungeon mana," Xena said with a hint of vitriol. I pulled us away from the room, and Xena moved us around. This time, I could almost envision the dungeon space as she brought us downward. Up wasn''t always up, and down wasn''t always down. When Xena moved us to the left, we''d sometimes move upwards into a new floor or pocket of rooms. "Is it always like this? Aren''t dungeons physically there?" Anger flared, but Xena kept the search while she raged internally. "No, not always," she growled. "Older dungeons dimensionally expand¡ªsome more than others¡ªwhile the younger dungeons prefer physical expansion. But this? The asshole has ruined our dungeon! It''s fractured! Broken!" She locked on to Panasia''s signature. We dived in, moving down while actually shifting toward the northwest. Mana pushed back as the room came into view, a sharp sting against my brain. "Aaah." "Tier three fight in a tier two space. I''ll numb the sense, push us in." I did, and mayhem exploded across my vision. I could barely keep up. Panasia zipped across the room like a whirlwind and battered the Mindeater''s barriers. When one shattered, she shot forward like a bullet and punched. A tornado drilled into the forcefield, glowing bright red as the mana collided. Punches, kicks, headbutts¡ªshe was the wind itself, her form blurring from physical to elemental. She wasn''t alone against the mindeater in front of her. To the sides of the room, shredded meat and gallons of blood coated the far walls and floor, the remains of several monsters the same size as the ones Teddy and Celanae fought. And a top one mound, another mind eater clutched a bony limb as his legs whipped around. Each thrust of Panasia''s leg sent black blades that burst apart against its defenses. She fought two on one and pushed them back. But as I watched the fight, I noticed blood seep from her nose and a large gash along her side. The wind instantly tore it away, hiding the injury. "Is there any way we can help her?" "Distractions." I wracked my brain and watched Panasia stutter mid-kick. She gritted her teeth and sank. The mind eaters attacked as a giant tentacle pulled her down while blood streamed out of her eyes. Fuck. I gave the mental instructions and began to guide the pattern. Xena stepped in and converted the energy, letting me complete the creation process. As the main mind eater extended his arm, a glass vial smacked against his skull. It shattered and spilled water down his front. It wasn''t an attack, but it was all Panasia needed as black blades of compressed air shredded the tentacle. She rushed forward and punched through a glowing barrier before kicking out. Her foot came to a stop inches away from the downed mind eater''s face. The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. But she grinned, and the mind eater exploded. Its entire upper torso became giblets that coated the ground. She dashed away before the remaining mind eater slammed her into the wall. No, you don''t. Vial after vial pelted the back of its head. Each one shattering and coating him in water. After the fifth one, the vial froze midair and was flung aside. Xena gave me the next idea, and soon, the vials started to appear in different spots: some above its shoulder, others on top of its head, and two that managed to roll against its feet. As the harmless assault continued, it failed to activate its skill, and Panasia removed its head with a well-placed kick. She caught it and sank blade-like fangs into its skull before tearing off chunks of brain matter. She dropped to the ground and placed her palm against the mind eater''s body. Mana gathered and shredded the corpse. Blood continued to drip off her chin, and she spat to the side while staring at one of the vials that survived. She nudged it with her foot and shattered it with ease. Water seeped out, and she snorted. "Whoever or whatever did this, thank you. But maybe choose something other than water. Acid works best." A scroll appeared, and she read it before tossing it aside. "Fine. Thank you. But I had it handled. It was only a matter of time before I squashed the bastard." "Typical tier three. Unappreciative of the dungeon." "Health potion time. You ready?" "Hmmph." The health potion plopped to the ground, and I caught her ripping the cork off before the mental strain severed the connection. I rolled over and brought Chomperz and Xena to my chest. We spent time recovering in silence. Chomperz nibbled on my fingers as I released him. He hovered in the air, but I caught the jerkiness of his wings. "You''re not recovered yet, are you?" He ignored me and turned toward the node. "I''m serious. Is this hurting you?" Eventually, he shook his head and pointed to the miniature obelisk. "Fine, but we''ll discuss this later. If I need to stop using your skill, I will. I''m sure Teddy and the others can find a cheap storage ring." "Enough prattling. Connect. We''re almost done." I shifted the fairy to my shoulder and waited for Chomperz to assume the position. When I sent energy toward the node, it pulled me in. Without direction from Xena or me, the temple room came into view. Panasia strode around the room, ripped off monster heads, and lobbed them at the wall. They splatted and burst into chunks as a wind blade minced the flesh. I was about to summon another scroll, but the temple shook. The room vibrated from all angles, and I had to pull away. That was a mistake. If one room with a dozen screens was bad, the entire dungeon twisting around caused cognitive overload. "Focus! It''s finally awake!" I struggled to watch, but the dungeon began to fold and bend. The outer hallways collapsed, pulling in the connected room. Chomperz tried to help, but his head slump against my neck. Xena screamed, and I joined her. The destruction of the rooms felt like a puzzle box being pushed together. Like punches to the gut. The hallways burned my veins and stabbed my brainmatter. Through teary eyes, a room came into existence near the center. It connected to Panasia''s room, anchoring itself like a parasite. Mana pulsed and stretched, a single thread thicker than my arm hurled through the void and punctured my chest. I screamed and tried to pull away, but the thread wound around my shoulder and pulled me against the node. "You who has resisted. Usurper. Fool. Give in, be CONSUMED!" The chains carved my skin and pressed against my throat. Compulsion, control. It bent me to its will and sucked the breath out of my lungs. The hooks dug in deep and scraped my mind, worming its way to the center. Weak! Pathetic! GIVE IN! The chains pulled taut and tore my soul apart. A crimson symbol shined like the sun and burned the chains away. The energy purged me of its filth, and I grasped the hooks and ripped them free. The energy forced my soul together, and chime bells tolled. Ding! Ding! Ding! I tore from the memory and hurled. Nothing came out, but I continued to dryheave until something tugged my ear. I glared at Xena, but she extended her hand to the node. She closed her eyes; the fury on her face shined underneath her skin like lava. The obsidian crown floating above her head grew spikes. Mana rushed and blanketed us. Chomperz recovered and raised his head, "Chomp!" I grasped the node, but I didn''t connect. My lungs struggled for air but I steadied myself and forced the mana to comply. When the mental image of the dungeon revealed itself, I found more threads floating free. They glided through the void like a wave of tentacles. "We don''t hold back. Use all the mana we have left. Push yourself into the room; I''ll guide the form. Do not waver. You shall fight. Fail, and we die. Understand?" Xena commanded. "Yes. I''m ready." She didn''t reply. Her body burned against my skin as she reinforced the shroud around us. The energy thickened, feeling like the world''s warmest blanket. My consciousness began to fade. Like streams, I separated and flowed into the node. Panasia huddled in a corner. Her hand tore a chunk from the wall, and she used it as a brace. "Starting!" Reality became two and split into three. Three threads turned into four, and my thoughts slipped away. Chomp! I snapped together and banished the mindfog. The threads shuddered as I directed them toward myself, pulling from the ether flowing into the void. "What are you doing?!" "Trust me!" I yelled as I jerked the threads closer. Information trickled through, and instincts guided my hand. Xena roared, and the threads slammed into my chest. They dug through my core, and I sank into my soul space. The soul wisps were there, my familiars racing toward me. I held out a hand and stopped them, watching their forms flicker. Xena weaved the threads, and all but two wisps remained inside my soul space. Inside, I regained control, even as it felt like a titan tried to squeeze my soul. Chomperz''s skillwisp hovered beside my shoulder, and I grinned as he pulled from the edges. The lifeless skillwisp condensed into a ball of fog that stopped before me. I extended my arm and guided the threads to break through. They slipped inside, taking the form of kaiju-sized tendrils. As it pushed through the sea of energy that hovered above the lake of mana, my soulspace pulsed. Energy became fire. An inferno blazed inside my soul. Agony wracked my body, and the lake slammed against the walls. The tendrils heeded my command and spiraled toward me like a drill. Now! I raised the skillwisp and grasped the tendrils with my other hand, it tried to dig into my avatar''s skin, but I forced it away. Chomperz floated forward and added his strength as I pushed the tendrils away. They slipped past my fingers and touched the edges of the skillwisp. With a thunderous roar, burning red energy consumed the sky, and the skill connected. My body broke apart, and I let the skill''s effect transform my body. Chapter 44: Dungeon Battle! (Part One) The skill demanded form, but as I tried to provide it, it refused. I shirked its denial and forced it to comply, letting my intentions guide me. But again, it refused. Why?! And the skill answered. Thoughts that weren''t my own melded with mine, creating a whirlwind of memories¡ªcores, adventurers, the joy of creation, the misery of loss. And then came the chains, the anger and revulsion. They cascaded through my own, creating a single thought that dominated the others. Create the vessel! My skill pushed against me and nudged my will. It guided me, asked me questions, and evoked emotions that dwarfed the gremlin inside its cage. I needed a form to take control, but it couldn''t be my own. That was the nature of the bond I borrowed power from. My soul empowered Xena, but her skills were bound to law. Then, I will create me. It started with my legs. They formed normally, perfect copies of my real ones¡ªbut it wasn''t enough; I needed more. The other consciousness inside my head bent them backward, creating digitigrade limbs. Next came the torso. I broadened the shoulders, and Xena widened the ribs. We narrowed the waist but reinforced the bones. And my head... I formed myself but knew it was wrong. It wasn''t enough. I created the skull and extended the jaw. She sharpened the teeth and created more when there wasn''t enough. My tongue elongated and sharpened. To top it off, my horns grew from my forehead and continued until they curved high like blades. There were no facial features, just skin made of energy and a maw fit for nightmares. But we weren''t done. This time, neither I nor Xena controlled the process. Instead, the gremlin pushed us aside and took over. My arms extended past my legs and formed claws longer than my hands. From my tailbone, bones formed and reinforced themselves with sinew. The whip-like appendage ended with a dangerous scimitar that sliced through the nonexistent space. The vessel was ready. I pushed inside and inserted myself into the suit. My consciousness expanded, and I instinctively understood how to move. My tail lashed the ground, and I sliced through the temple stone as if it were made of butter. My skin pushed away the darkness and lit up the room. Its form was ethereal rather than physical. It connected to my bones and entwined around my core. The core wasn''t just a metaphor but a physical object bound in place by pink threads. "Not yet. Still incomplete." Xena''s voice bled through. I didn''t understand. I felt whole; I felt right. What was I missing? From my back, an intense heat built and exploded near my shoulder blades. I arched my spine and observed the wings made of obsidian. Shadowy substance seeped out, creating a wet mist. And around my head, the obsidian crystal sprouted from my skull and separated into a floating halo. "Now we are complete." I wasn''t wasn''t constricted to what I physically saw. It was as if my mana sense had evolved into finer detail, relaying a bubble of information that extended ten feet out. And I saw the red triquetra in my eyes, its symbol upside down and blazing with energy. I flexed my fingers and compressed the air. This is amazing. But then, a stabbing pain exploded from my chest, and I desperately grasped my core. It pulsed a wave of agony that faded as the energy settled. With my new senses, I could tell that a thread had snapped. "What''s happening?" I demanded. "Rejection. This is too much for your soul; it can''t handle the pressure. You''re not ready to bond with a dungeon fairy. But you have. And now we are on limited time. If we do not separate before the threads are destroyed, your soul will shatter." No. I refused to let that happen. I had too much to do. My tail cracked the ground in an explosion of marble. "Where are we?" I looked around, and my eyes widened. In the corner, the remains of a tentacled monster were crushed under a fountain of rubble. A single hand burst through the stone and exploded with mana. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. The wind whipped at my skin, but I barely felt it. Panasia dropped to the floor as she saw me. Her legs tensed, and mana exploded from the balls of her feet. She rocketed toward my face, a single punch extended with a black blade of compressed air. I raised my hand, and a barrier formed. "Panasia! Stop!" The guildmaster ignored me and kicked my hand away. It pushed my arm back, but I instinctively caught her with my tail. Before she could react, knowledge flowed through my head, and the energy that made up my skin formed into threads. The threads twisted into a pattern and a crystal dome. She sank like a rock, looking like a bug frozen in amber. The crystal cracked, but hellfire burned my gut, and I hunched over. "Panasia! Stop! It''s me, Cyrus!" A whirlwind of blank shredded the crystal and ground it to dust, but the guildmaster didn''t attack. She stared at me with narrowed eyes and a glowing ball of mana building atop her palms. "How the fuck are you that felkin? Prove it to me!" This time, I created a scroll, which dropped to the ground and unraveled under her feet. She read the messages and gaped. "What in Ammanas'' tits did you do to yourself?" I grunted and forced myself up. It wasn''t straight; my new form had a natural hunch, but I easily towered over the guildmaster. "Lots to explain, not enough time. The enemy has woken up. We have to fight," I said. My voice came out like a screaming cacophony, and Panasia covered her ears and shook her head. "Don''t speak. It''s like you''re talking to me inside my mind, but not. It fucking hurts!" I grunted and stayed silent. "What about now?" I asked telepathically. "Is this too loud?" Panasia glared. "No, it''s not. But I dislike you being able to enter my thoughts like that." "Doesn''t matter. Limited time. I can''t maintain this form for long. Are you ready?" This time, she grinned with murder in her eyes. "Oh yeah. Thanks for the potion. I''m not entirely healed, but it''ll do." I wrapped my tail around her, mindful of the blade-like tip, and closed my eyes. Xena''s instructions bled through the link, and I connected my mana to her as she formed the threads. With a thought, we shifted deeper into the dungeon. Our feet touched the ground, and I released Panasia. She rubbed her head and backed away. "That was unpleasant. Do you need me to kick down the door?" she complained as she pointed toward the chained door. We were back in the ether obelisk room. In the collapse of the dungeon, only a couple of rooms survived. One was a seperated space that contained the saved people and my friends. The other was the obelisk room and the sealed one connected to it. The chains on the massive doorway stood out as glowing red in my eyesight. Runes that weren''t there before blazed with pink fire. "Xena?" "Of course, it''s in there. Whatever you do, do not break the core!" "What''s in there?" "It''s the core room, the most protected room in the entire dungeon. That''s where Weldrammornorpelus is. Don''t hurt him!" "I won''t. How do we open the door?" "Place your hand on the chains and channel your mana." I did as she directed, feeling the mana spiral outward and sink into the metal. The runes slowly burst until the metal links shattered and dropped to the floor. "Ready?" I asked Panasia. Her body became a tornado, her limbs covered in black streaks that rapidly circled around her muscles. "I am!" I pushed the doors apart and was met with a crushing presence that sought to squish me beneath its will. "Submit!" a foreign voice demanded I pushed it away and flared my mana. The bubble of awareness around my body sharpened into a spike and impaled the mental chain that wrapped around my neck. I did the same for Panasia, and she rushed into the room like a bullet. My legs bent, and I jumped, turning into a living missile that caught up to the guildmaster as my wings fanned out. A massive tentacle smashed me into the far wall. Panasia dodged, but her body froze in midair and a force flung her into the ceiling. I used my claws to shred the tentacle, but it retracted and regrew the chunks of flesh. Damn regeneration. Where the hell is the enemy? It was a massive chamber made of pitch-black marble with a gold pyramid toward the back. Above the pyramid rested a core the size of a bus, its golden glass pulsed with black chains. In the center, a mindeater with red skin raised its hand. Along its arms, thicker black tentacles connected to a pulsating mass embedded into the wall. That''s... a brain. What the fuck? "I am the instrument of my god''s will. I demand you submit!" I grasped the mental intrusion and shattered the ghostly chains that shot from the mindeater''s palm. Panasia burst from the ceiling and launched several kicks that became wind scythes. They whistled as they cut through the air, but the mindeater waved its arm, and a stone wall snapped into existence. "Destroy it!" The fire raged through my core, and the threads began to snap, but I jumped. A stone wall appeared before me, but my tail punched forward. The wall crumbled, and I continued my ascent, but the mindeater shifted his focus and bore down on me with golden eyes. "Halt!" I froze midair and could feel my mana erupt, pushing back. But the mindeater raised a second hand. It balled its fingers into a fist, and Panasia screamed behind me. "No!" I roared. My mana weaved into threads, and Xena let her fury rage. It chucked away the squirming chains, and I snapped my arm forward. A massive spike of obsidian shot out, and I regained control of my body. I landed and looked up; the spike had stopped an inch away. My tail smashed aside another wall that tried to crush me as the spike shattered. Fine. If it wanted to play, then, so be it. Threads formed a pattern, and spike after spike appeared. They shot out, even as my core cracked. I dropped to my knees and pushed myself up. My wings flapped, carrying me into the air. I didn''t stop, the crystal forming and rocketing toward the monster. It knocked them aside with mental fists. A wave of tentacles protected it. Crystal sliced through rubbery flesh and shattered into shrapnel. The flesh regenerated and the mindeater clapped. Danger! The warning stabbed into my spine, and I whipped around. I crouched and threw my arms over my face. Flames rolled across my body, and pushed me into the wall. Stone crumbled, and my fingers broke. A second explosion pressed me deeper. My arm snapped. I roared as a tentacle smashed me into the floor. I shredded it with my claws and bit with serrated teeth. Pink flames surged forth and burned the meat away, leaving behind black dust that coated the floor. A wall appeared and my tail hacked it apart. "Fuck you!" But my body spasmed, and my vision split into two. I couldn''t move even as a mass of tentacles converged above and spiked downward. Fu- A tornado shredded the meat apart, and Panasia hit the floor, bouncing once, twice as she coughed up blood. Her eyes met mine, and she grinned with a bloody smile. "Get up." Chapter 45: Dungeon Battle! (Part Two) I shot to my feet and used my tail to launch her toward the entrance. A metal cube the size of a tree knocked me away. I punched through it and sliced into the metal, ripping the halves apart. No more games. "Why? Why follow the whims of a dead god?" I shouted. The tentacles attached to the wall lifted into the air, each holding a stone spike capped with silver. The mindeater paused, its squirming chains floating behind it like Medusa''s hair. "Why do you resist?" it asked. "Because I value my friends. And you are kidnapping people." "What are you doing? Why are you talking to it?!" Xena roared. "Stalling. Keep weaving the thread; I have an idea." As I stood up, I condensed my mana and hid it beneath my skin. To do so, I carved out the meat inside my chest and created a hollow space for it to fill. There was no way for the mindeater to know. I kept it contained within, without letting a drop of power seep through. "If I promised safety to your friends, would you leave?" I stopped. "Just like that? You''d let us leave?" More chains formed, burning red within my senses. They held power, enough to scratch at my skin despite the distance between us. I guess I''m not the only one building an attack. "I sense the mark of your god. I seek not war. Leave, take your slaves, and begone," it said. The voice came down like an avalanche, filling the room. Its eyes flashed gold, and the tentacles capped with silver began to convert to metal. "But I sense the fairy within you. That is unacceptable! Leave her behind." "Xena? Are we ready?" "Not yet! Do you understand how much you are asking?! Stall!" Xena ordered. I clenched my fists and stared at the mindeater. Like an eldritch god, it looked down from atop the pyramid. The brain behind it pulsed, and more of the tentacles converted to metal. "You understand that to trust you is impossible. The moment I sever the bond, I''ll be too weak to attack." The mindeater conjured a ball of condensed mana. It flashed between orange and blue. The mana raged and hissed as it fought against itself. "You will give me the fairy. God-marked or not. To resist is death." I couldn''t rely on Xena to form the patterns. My core continued to surge with pain, but I balled my fists and thumped the floor with my tail. "Then we are at an impasse. I cannot trust you, and you will not let me go." "Then you must die." it boomed. I jumped and spun out of the way as the tentacles speared the ground. My tail cut sliced the silver and carved deeply through two but bounced off the third. A hail of stones and ice rained and forced me to the land. My feet carried me across the room, and I outpaced the attack. I smashed through another wall but the rubbled reversed and pushed me down. The bomb fell, zipping toward me. No! I crossed my arms and blasted my mana outward. It forced the telekinesis to end, and I escaped as the ball cracked along the floor. The shockwave sent me flying. I smashed into the far wall, but something cushioned my back. I turned to see Panasia clutching the door for support. Her arm dropped, and I traced the currents of air swirling with dust. She tried to smile but slumped forward. I leaped and grabbed her body, tucking her underneath my arm. Fire tore through my defenses, and Xena grunted. Rage. Fury clawed itself free and threw the guildmaster into the other room before I slammed the doors shut. It guided my actions, and I envisioned the chains, the runes burned into memory. Spectral metal formed then solidified, a wave of protective mana creating a barrier. "Time?" I asked as I dodged between tentacles and sliced through them. "One minute!" Xena answered. "I don''t have a minute!" "Shut up!" I stepped to the side, and my tail swung forward. It cut through the tentacle, and I grasped the cut end as it retracted. My jaw cracked open, and I willed the free mana leaking from my core into my throat. As the tentacle stopped and tried to fling me off, I released and sank toward the pyramid. Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Like before, the mindeater extended its arm, and I froze midfall. But I released the control of my mana and willed it to burn. A torrent of pink flames spiraled downward, engulfing the monster. As the mindeater lost control, I crashed atop the steps and dug in my claws. The world rumbled. "ENOUGH!" The command shackled my body, and chains constricted around my limbs and throat. Hooks dug into my head. They crawled their way through my skull. I couldn''t move. Even as my rage surged and bucked against the compulsion. My body seized and lifted into the air, bringing me inches away from the smoking haze atop the golden steps. The force wrenched my neck upwards, and my eyes widened. The fire had done its job. Black flakes drifted down, the left side of the brain a shriveled, crispy mess. "Defiler! Cretin! I will tear your soul to shreds and feed you to my god! The divinity within shall be nutrients to empower his growth!" the mindeater thundered. The smoke was blown away in a wave, revealing a partially charred squidman. "Die! Die! Die!" I kicked, my foot lashing out and smashing into a barrier. It shattered, but the mind eater grabbed my leg and pulled. Crystal bones shattered, and my leg was ripped apart. He crushed my foot into a paste that splattered the steps. It hurt! Pain blossomed, and my limb spasmed as it tried to kick free from the monster''s grip. I snapped, desperately trying to bite its head. "Reduced to a snarling fleshling. May you serve my god well." I spewed flames, but stone blocked my attack. The stone turned cherry red. More appeared even as I struggled and crushed my head between the material. The ghostly chains scrambled my thoughts and squeezed. I''m going to explode! I refused! My teeth ground the stone, and I broke free. Claws slashed forward and dug through flesh. A fountain of golden blood spewed from the stump. Snap! My mouth snapped shut, and I swallowed the severed arm, its meat sliding into my stomach, where the core broke it apart into a wave of energy. The mindeater glared, its posture uncaring of the missing arm. No! Fuck you! How dare it not cower before me! I was going to rip him limb from limb! "Sleep," he commanded. The rest of the chains that had gathered behind him wrapped around me. My arms were broken and forced together, my legs twisted as my tail was bent around them. I flapped my wings, but I couldn''t move. Darkness encroached on my vision, and Xena roared something unintelligible. The last thing I saw was malevolent eyes that burned with golden fire. ---- I gasped for air as a hand clapped me on the back. My breath hitched, and I continued to cough as I slowly took in my surroundings. Pews lined the room. Blank faces stared forward. Only one did not; Sam looked at me with worry in her eyes. "I. Wh-what is going on?" I demanded. Sam glided across the room, her footsteps silent. She bent down and met my eyes, a sad smile on her face. "Are you okay, Cy?" she asked softly. "You don''t have to do this, they''ll understand." What are you talking about? Why am I here? I have to stop- I pushed Sam away and searched for my spear or claws, but all I had were my fists. The woman who clapped my back backed away, a hand to her face. No. I shook my head. That wasn''t Sam''s mom. "You," I spat toward the false Sam. "I''ll kill you if you keep using that face." Sam looked hurt, and genuine concern flashed across her face. It took every instinct I had not to apologize. That wasn''t Sam. I knew it wasn''t. The creature pretending to be Sam stopped and closed her mouth. "How did you free yourself so quickly? Was it the memories? There was so little. It was hard to construct a proper dream." The voice was no longer Sam''s. Instead, a cold, ancient being spoke with her mouth but not her voice. "Sam would never call me Cy here. Not something this important." Not-Sam bent her head, bones snapping. The sound echoed across the silent room. "I see. I am weak then. It will take some time before I regain my former prowess. Such sloppy actions. It is unbecoming of me." A hand grasped my shoulder, and I spun, sweeping their leg. Without thinking, I smashed my fist into their face, and the puppet pretending to be Sam''s mom deflated like a popped balloon. "Very well. Let us begin by extracting your memories," Not-Sam said in a monotone voice. In a flash, the people in the room vanished. The pews were next, leaving a bare floor and the easel toward the back. The creature floated next to the painting. And I grit my teeth. Rage bubbled, but it felt lacking. Something suppressed my anger and forced me to stare. "It is interesting to see such a shattered mind. There are walls that even I cannot penetrate. Thankfully, you left a hole for me to slide through." I tried to move but I managed four steps before my foot stuck to the floor. "What are you getting out of this?" "Emotions, memories, power. You exhibit such strong feelings of anger. It is delicious. But now, I am curious. Why this memory? Why do you refuse to look at the painting? You''re radiating deep rage with a hint of something else. What is it?" I kept my mouth shut, and the creature stopped. Not-Sam twisted their head, bending well past what a human should be capable of. "I see. Misery. Sorrow. Were these people important to you? More than the owner of this body. Yet you will not look. Maybe I should make you?" "No!" I screamed, but it was too late. A force grabbed my legs and slid them forward. I shut my eyes and looked away, but a firm hand grasped my chin and forced my head straight. "Look. Show me those emotions you repress." Not-Sam commanded. No! "I said, look." Strong fingers peeled my eyelids open, but the world began to shake. Pieces fell away, and the void stared back. "Ignore that. Look forward." Against my will, I slowly looked up. No. Don''t... Two faces came into view¡ªsmiling, happy faces. Stop! I took in their smile, the man''s happy blue eyes, and the woman''s calm brown. The world continued to crumble around us until only an island remained. Chime bells tolled in the distance, but the creature snapped their fingers, and a golden bubble blocked the sound. "LOOK!" I screamed, but nothing came out. My teeth bit into my tongue, the spongey flesh scraped away, and I spat blood. I refused! But I couldn''t stop. They wouldn''t let me. The faces, I knew them. Tears streamed down my cheeks. "So that''s who they are¡ªexquisite agony. What would happen if I erased this memory? Burned it away? How would that make you feel?" Not Sam continued. I slumped to the floor and struggled to breathe. My lungs refused to work. A sob wracked my chest, yet I felt cold and still. "More. Give me more." Ding! The barrier shattered, and I slammed the creature to the floor. Sam''s eyes stared in surprise, but I grew claws and ripped her face to shreds. Fire trailed down my limbs, and flesh melted away as I continued to punch and punch! Her hand wrapped around my neck and pushed me off, but I slammed my tail through her stomach, impaling her to the floor. "Even now, you can fight back? Then it is time I show you pain!" Memories flashed, happy times, sad times. Numerous scenes and different people. I recognized them all. Sam''s uncle, her brothers. Happy times after the funeral, the first time I openly cried into her mom''s arms. I remember my first beer with her dad and the Christmas we spent together, when her brothers baked me a cake. All cherished memories that flooded my mind. One by one, they burned. The memories shattered and crumbled to dust before my eyes. With them, I felt each loss, a hole in my soul. "I SAID NO!" Before the creature could react, I reached forward and shoved my hand through her chest. I grabbed the energy calling to me, an intense hunger demanding consumption. "Stooop!" No. I ripped the energy out and stared at the fragile marble filled with divine power. The void consumed the last of the island, and I slipped free, Sam''s corpse turning to dust. Before I fell, I tossed the marble into my mouth and swallowed. "NOOOOO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Chapter 46: Dungeon Battle (Part Three) I looked down and tried to move, but my body was surrounded by disgusting black flesh. It jerked, and a hole ruptured on the side, spewing gold gunk across the pyramid. The mindeater flew upwards and grabbed my head. "What have you done! What have you done!" I punched my tongue through its throat, and chains tried to tear me asunder. But I retracted my tongue and forced them closer while freeing my arms. "You tried to eat me. So I devoured your god instead. Get fucked," I taunted. A shard of ice cut my tongue in half, and I tore my body free. I kicked the mindeater into the deflating brain. The mana threads Xena had been condensing split apart, and I created the object even as my vision shrunk to pinpoints. A profound wrongness cracked my core, but I didn''t care. I weaved the last of the energy into a barrier in front of me and encased myself in crystal. Another stream of mana shot out and impacted the core, coating it in layers of protective material, until my mana ran dry. I hefted the metal sphere and lobbed it. He caught it, but I laughed as I sent a single spark beneath the bomb''s plating. The world turned white. ---- I came to and brushed the dust aside. Everything hurt. My mana channels were lava, and my skin was sandpaper. I tried to sit up, but I couldn''t move. "Thhhnnng" Can''t speak either. Damn. Can I move my head? Pain shot through my spine, but I managed to shift an inch. I found Xena''s frail form unmoving atop a pile of rocks. I can''t tell if she''s alive. Her wings are gone... If I couldn''t move in the physical, then I had another option. I shut my eyes and sank into a meditative state. The world fell away, and the pain muted as I took in my soulspace. To say it was damaged would be an understatement. The island I stood on had massive cracks disrupting the runes embedded into the obsidian. The lake was dried up, and for the first time, I saw a bottom. A brief chill shot down my spine. The energy floating above was nothing more than sparse clouds that lost cohesion the longer I stared. Really fucked up this time. Yet, in the center, a golden marble floated above. I teleported myself next to it and stared. The very sight of it gave me a pounding headache that. I looked away and saw a swarm of skillwisps race toward me. They surrounded and tackled me, bunching together as they pushed into my chest. Only Chomperz stayed away, but that didn''t stop me from reaching out and wrapping the spirits in a hug. "Hey, everyone. I''m sorry for earlier, but there wasn''t a lot of time." They each responded. Some, like Zharia and Sturmrorex, were angry. ¨¢ine, Magnus, and even Erebus showed concern. Time lost meaning as I stood there, hugging my familiars tight. The painful memories while inside the god''s illusion, dream? Whatever it was, I remembered them visibly. Out of all the memories burned away, I felt like a fool for clinging so desperately to the one displaying the faces. Even now, the happy couple haunted me. Chomp! I looked up and wiped the tears onto my hoodie. "Yeah, buddy?" His skill wisp floated closer and tapped through my head. He then tapped the golden marble and jerked his paw away. I nearly lunged for him, but he backed away until I stopped. He slowly floated upward and reached for my head. As he touched my avatar''s skin. A jolt of electricity zapped my brain and brought a cooling sensation. The memory of the two faces became blurry, and a chest locked the painting away. When I thought about it, the chest appeared, and it began to open, but I quickly slammed it shut and shook my head. "Thank you," Chomp! I sighed and slowly released my familiars. Only ¨¢ine stayed, and I let her settle onto my palm. "I''m going to try summoning you. I know my mana channels are ruined, but ignore my pain, okay? First things first. Heal Xena, then me. Make sure she''s alive." ¨¢ine tried to protest, but I had already exited the soulspace. My spirits crowd together, their emotions bleeding through even unsummoned. The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. I tried to call my mana, but I realized why it didn''t work after I stopped seizing. Fuck. Forgot the no mana. Going to have to wait. Mana slowly tricked up, but with a wince, I noticed it bleed away, my channels unable to contain it all. What should have taken me minutes stretched into an hour. With nothing to do, I thought of how people would react when I told them the story. Besides Teddy, the others would probably be pissed off. I doubted they would have agreed to be sequestered away in a safe space if they knew what I fought. Truth be told, I could probably have used their help. But I wasn''t willing to risk their lives. Even Panasia nearly died after the double explosions. I owe her a drink. I hope she likes Bera''s brew. Another half hour passed, and I finally had enough to summon ¨¢ine. The mana churned; what little regeneration I had from my perk was too minimal to matter. But still, I forced the mana to connect even as a scream tore from my throat. ¨¢ine popped into existence and slapped my cheek with a burst of healing. She flew to Xena and began pumping mana into her back, but after a minute, she backed away and hopped onto my chest. "Is she alive?" I asked. "Yes," she replied. I closed my eyes and enjoyed my familiar''s mana. The flowers and fresh grass calmed me. Warmth filled my body, and I only now realized I had been shivering. I just couldn''t feel the effects of the mana shock. A loud pop burst behind me just as my flesh started to restitch. ¨¢ine launched into the air, her fists ready, but then she stopped and floated out of view. "¨¢ine? Who''s there?" "I believe I owe you an apology, Cyrus," came a familiar voice. I strained my neck but was casually picked up and sat on a couch with pillows supporting my arms and a table supporting my leg. "If I''m being honest? I only half regret listening to you," I said. Cal sat down on the opposite couch. He looked worried, angry¨Cannoyed even. "I don''t blame you," he spoke softly. "This was not predicted." I tried to laugh, but needles serrated my guts. "Oww. Yeah, well, I don''t think planning things is easy for me." Cal shared a weak smile. "True enough. But here, eat this." He waved his hand, and a funky plate of cookies appeared. The cream was made of stars, and the cookies looked like clouds. I slowly reached for one, which floated off the plate and into my hands. "Thanks," Cal chuckled and watched me chew on the cookie. It tasted surprisingly bitter. But something tickled the back of my throat and slid into my chest. I frowned and dived into my soulspace. Before my eyes, the cracks along the island began to repair themselves while the world regained some of its lost color. I exited the soulspace and stared at the plate of cookies. Without asking, another popped up, and I chomped down happily. As I reached for it, a can of cola appeared, and the tab popped open with a satisfying fizzz. I downed two more before I felt full. I finished the last of the soda and tossed it behind me. "Why the bitterness?" I asked as I burped. "I''ve tried everything, but they stay bitter. No matter what combination of medicinal herbs and sugar, the taste never changes." I raised an eyebrow. "Never asked, but you cook?" "You have to have something to keep yourself sane. Immortality is a curse as much as it is a blessing. It''s easier when you spend time half awake. But grounded to a world like this? You need a hobby." "Makes sense. So, uh, why are you here? I didn''t know you could come into Helio. The whole fragment of a dead god and all." ¨¢ine booped my nose and hopped onto the table before transferring to Cal''s lap. He conjured a strange bowl-chair where she sat and relaxed while dipping her hand into a bowl''s worth of juice. I snorted at my familiar''s antics and tipped over. The soft cushions welcomed my face, and I adjusted them so I could still stare at Cal''s. He looked upset again. "You swallowed the fragment, which means I can visit you, even inside a dungeon. Loopholes. But the other gods will arrive in a couple of hours. "That''s not a lot of time." "No, it isn''t," he scowled. "But the kingdom''s cleansers will arrive soon enough." "So what''s up?" He released a long, full-body sigh. "You were supposed to enter the dungeon, fight with Broken Tower, and fight a tier three monster. The guild master should have helped, and Broken Tower is easily strong enough to handle a tier three themselves. But the godshard taking control of the dungeon core and trapped its fairy? That was unplanned." I took in the information and shrugged. "You said to be silent before. I still don''t see what the big deal is." "Cyrus... How do you think people will react knowing that dungeons are not only alive but they are being constantly watched while inside? That a dungeoncore exists and if they really wanted too, there are ways to reach it. What will happen when people access the kind of power a dungeon can control? The amount of ether stored inside?" Oooh. Yeah, I guess that''d be pretty bad. "Moving past those implications, I am glad you are alive. It is my fault for underappreciating how chaotic your fate is. And now that you''ve discovered this secret, I am here to ask you a favor. I cannot force it, but I-" "Done. I won''t say a word. I trust you, Cal; you didn''t even need to ask." He cracked a smile and exhaled. "Thank you. But unfortunately, that is not the only favor." My eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" "You met Albrus, yes? I sensed his presence before the city was shut off from divine sight." "Kind old man, shared some tea, had some awesome tattoos? Yeah, I met him." "And he told you about a choice?" This time, I stared. Hard. Cal waved me off. "I know Albrus, and I expected him to contact you eventually. Besides, your memory already told me as much. As scattered as it is..." "He said I had to make a choice," I said carefully. "I thought I already did the moment I decided to fight the mindeater and his bastard of a god." "Unfortunately not." He snapped his fingers, and the charred remains of the mindeater floated over. Its entire surface area was nothing but crispy black skin. "The real choice, is this." "The corpse?" He replaced the cookies and laid the mindeater atop the table. "It''s still alive." I moved without thinking and aimed my claws at its throat. Cal''s hand easily stopped me and gently pushed me back onto the couch. "Cal!" "Calm, Cyrus. You''ll want to listen to the favor and the offer," he replied. My eye twitched but I settled in. If I didn''t trust the god, I shouldn''t have shared my memories amongst other things. It better be worth it, though. That fucker traumatized me enough. "I''m listening." "To cut a story short, Eraztis has asked me to ask you to spare the mindeater. As well as give up the divine fragment." I breathed in and exhaled. "Why?" I asked. "Because, believe it or not. Mindeaters are exceedingly rare. It''s Eraztis'' original species. He can tell you himself, but the Weave dislikes their creation and are usually snuffed out if never born in the first place." "That''s... Why?" Cal shrugged. "We don''t know. We think it has something to do with their tendencies to hop between dimensions. Eraztis is the sole survivor of his kind, and even his memories were wiped regarding his creation. So he wants you to preserve this one." "And what do I get in return?" "As a reward? A favor owed to me and you from Eraztis. The safety of the city. And a skillstone of your choosing." "No." "What?" "One skillstone isn''t enough. Fuck that. Also, asking me to give up divinity is a lot. I may not know what to do with it, but I''m not stupid." Instead of being angry, Cal grinned from ear to ear. With a snap, another pop rang out and a new figure joined the opposing couch as Cal shuffled over to make room. Eraztis folded his hands, his purple robe puffing up until he adjusted. When he finished, he stared at the mind eater on the table and then met my eyes. "I''m ready to discuss the terms of our deal," Eraztis said, his buttery-smoothed voice filled my ears. Chapter 47: A Deal With Divinity I took in the other god. His tentacles were just as neon-yellow as I remembered. Surprisingly, I noticed that I had missed a few details. Being a disembodied soul must have skewed my memories at the time. When Eraztis shifted into the couch cushion, swirling lines that blended into his skin moved in patterns. When he adjusted his hands, the lines extended a few millimeters past his fingers. And his eyes. There were sigils hidden in the void, like stars. Definitely didn''t notice them before. "Well?" Eraztis asked. "I believe you have rejected my terms. What do you desire?" I held up a finger and walked around the couch. I bent down, gently lifting Xena off the rubble and placing her atop a cushion. Eraztis stared and then strangled Cal. I watched the two topple the couch and roll around. Cal had a tail, but Eraztis had more face tentacles. And it looked like a divine slap fight mixed with soft-core B.D.S.M. I blinked, and the two were back on the couch as if nothing happened. Cal straightened his tie, and Eraztis continued to stare. "That was?" I asked. "Annoyance," Eraztis answered as he snapped his fingers, and Xena disappeared. "I shouldn''t be surprised, but I am. Calstrax, try to hide something like that from me again, and I''ll rip off your tail." Cal stuck out his tongue and looked away. "Why did she matter? Didn''t you already know about her? Weren''t you watching the fight or something?" "I was not, and neither did I know that she was hiding along your person. Your passive is ridicuously annoying, but it makes sense considering who gave it to you." "Can you tell me who?" "No," he stated cooly. "I prefer living." I looked at Cal. "Can you hear me?" "I can, are you wanting to ask if its okay to mention that you bonded with the fairy?" Cal replied. "Pretty much. Can''t be worse than anything I''ve done so far." "Which is a statement in of itself. Go ahead. Give me a second to prepare the camera." Eraztis'' face tentacles undulated. "You are communicating something." "Maybe, but ignore that. So I got a question about the fairy. Where did you put her, and why does it matter if I knew about her? If I''m correct in my thinking." "Because you shouldn''t. It''s a secret well-kept by all pantheons on Inoria. And since Cal would eat my tentacles before I messed with your mind, I can at least minimize the contact between the two of you. I understand that is hard, considering she was with you and we were sitting inside the core room of a dungeon. But I can try." I nodded along and slowly smiled. Eraztis tentacles grew increasingly agitated. "So, there''s a problem with your assumption." "And that''d be?" "She wasn''t with me." Eraztis stopped and leaned forward. "What do you mean?" "Right, so... she wasn''t with me." "Explain," he demanded. I tapped my chest. "For the fight, and because we were bonded, I used the dungeon mana to activate my Spirit Lord''s Invocation and transformed. She wasn''t hiding somewhere; she was inside me. I didn''t create all the barriers and the bomb myself." Click! This time, I didn''t even see it. One second, the pair was there, and Cal snapped a photo with a modern disposable camera you''d see back on Earth, and the next, the pair was gone. I felt the explosions rather than seeing them. Even standing up, I could barely tell something was happening inside the massive dust cloud beyond the barrier that had appeared. I settled in and picked up ¨¢ine''s unspilled throne/drink device and helped her settle in. "You think they''re having fun?" I asked ¨¢ine as she slipped her hand into the juice. "Yes," she replied. We waited for nearly a dozen minutes before they appeared back on the couch. Cal''s hair was half shaved off, and his tie was cut in half below the knot. Eraztis had singed robes and sported a few missing tentacles. "Did you have fun?" I asked the both of them. They both glared at each other, and Cal cleared his throat. "We did. Don''t worry about it." And they call me weird. Eraztis summoned a dirty notebook with a ghostly chain and lock. He tossed it over, and I caught it. "That is a book that can only be opened by you once bound. It has infinite pages. Inside the first couple of pages are runes, both modern and ancient. I included the knowledge of how to learn the runic alphabet along with how to create and imbue your own runes. I locked it behind a tier wall, but I doubt that matters to you." I stared at the journal with wide eyes. "Why are you giving me this? I haven''t agreed to any deal yet." "This is outside the deal. I want you to share your status with me. Your skill and the rules regarding the privacy of other gods chosen are in effect. If you share them with me, there''ll be no problem." It was an easy answer. "Sure, here," I said as I willed my status screen to the god. I felt pressure along my skin and looked up to see Cal whistling away while Eraztis glared at him with ''I''m going to choke you'' hands grasping an imaginary neck. "Cyrus," Cal coughed. "Maybe you should look at your new perk. Apparently, bonding with Xena left a more permanent mark." Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. I frowned and pulled it up. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn (Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills:
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Verdant Healer: (¨¢ine )
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Resplendent Inferno: (Zharia)
  • (T:0 R:9) Racial Skill: Dimensional Storage: (Chomperz)
  • (T:0 R:9) Spirit Lord''s Invocation
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: The Dead Will Provide (Erebus)
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Reflective Coat of the Mirror Beast (Magnus)
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Storm King''s Tempest (Sturmrorex)
Passive Skills:
  • (T:0 R:9) Etherious Blood
  • (T:0 R:9) Sovereign-Threaded Soul
  • (T:0 R:9) Chaotic Resonance
  • (T:0 R:4) Spirit''s Lord''s Echo
Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood Child of Mana Dread Guardian''s Apology Crystal Synthesis Devourer of the Deep Whisper of the Tempest False Dungeon Core False Dungeon Core: Your soul has adapted to the complex energy and immense pressure of being a temporary dungeon core.
  • Dungeons are home, and you may learn to take more than what is given to others.
  • Effects unknown.
  • Discover your limits
I closed my eyes, and relaxed against the soft cushions. As far as names went, it was alright. Devourer of the Deep sounded like I was the next doomsday apocalypse. "You should probably open your eyes. Eraztis is serious here," came Cal''s polite voice. "Is it bad?" "I don''t think so. But for the record, neither he nor I have ever seen that perk. I''m sure the Grand Weave has assigned it to someone somewhere in the universe, but not to our knowledge." When I opened my eyes, Eraztis stood still, like an unmoving statue, as he sank into the cushions. Cal shrugged, and I caved first. "Would you like to see my memories? Can I do that?" Cal frowned, but he nodded. "If you give permission, Eraztis can. But Eraztis. You dig deeper than you''re supposed to, and we''ll fight for real." "I won''t betray the trust given," he stated. Eraztis stretched his arm, the tentacle appendage extending across the table, with the still unconscious and crispy mindeater lying on top. As his tentacle touched my head, he pulled it back and covered his face with his claws. "Why? I knew I should have denied your request when you barged into the rebirth process. Give the being of chaos to the chaos god. Utterly foolish." Eraztis huffed and sat up. "I implore you not to explore the limits of your new perk, but I can''t really ask you that. I trust that Calstrax has warned you not to divulge this information, so I''ll punish him if something happens." I blinked. "Okay?" He pointed to the almost-corpse. "State your terms, I want to return to my void." "First," I said, holding up a finger. "Can you extract the divine fragment? Will that hurt me?" "Your body is merely holding it, not assimilating its power. And there will be mild discomfort, nothing more." "Huh." "And furthermore. You say that giving up the fragment is worth a lot. While true, you can''t absorb it in your current state. Doing so would tear your soul apart, let alone your skill." I lost the politeness I had been showing to the god. "My skill has a name. Use it." "Chomperz then. He won''t be able to take in another. And you have no means of carrying it around without worry." "Why do you want it? Why shouldn''t I give it to Cal?" Cal smiled, but he kept silent as Eraztis grumbled. "I want it because whoever this god was, he has knowledge of my species. I believe Calstrax has explained some. What you didn''t know was that this divine fragment is not from here. True to our nature, it invaded and slipped through. It appeared in a dungeon and tried to jump into another portal which brought this dungeon to Helio." "So, I give up the fragment because it''ll be easier and you''re interested enough. Got it. Next question. The favour. Make it two favors for Cal. I wouldn''t know what to do with one. And he can probably use it better than I can." "Cyrus, you don''t ha-" Cal started. "No. That''s a requirement. Is that acceptable?" "Against every sane fiber in my being, yes." Cal backed off and beamed at me. He looked positively glowing and more than proud. "Cal brought up a choice, and you mentioned the safety of the city. How, why?" Eraztis pointed to the mindeater. "Without the god, he is their sole influence. I will take him away, and the other mindeaters around the city. The cleansers are coming, but once this one wakes up or dies, those hidden inside Helio will go berserk. Some will die in the clash, and others will be lost before the cleansers arrive. I am doing you a kindness." In response, I summoned the athame into my hand. Without hesitation, I stabbed it downward, but the blade met a solid force that pushed me aside. "Surprising," Eraztis murmured. You struck me as someone who cares for people. Was I wrong?" I spun the dagger around and glared. "You''re not. But I try not to be responsible for people. I did my part, done my duty. I refuse to be beholden to others. I''m nobody''s hero." "You speak only half-truth. Very well. Point made. What do you want as compensation?" "A perk. If Ysanna and Zolnja can grant one, I figured you can as well." "I will not make you a chosen." I shrugged. "I''m already Cal''s scion. I''m good on that front. If all you give me is some form of mental resistance, then I''m happy." Eraztis was silent for a while. I waited patiently. I knew it wasn''t easy for a god to give up power. And from what I know of Cal and the storm princess'' experience, it cost something, no matter how small the perk. "Should I be worried?" I asked Cal. "No, I think you''re fine. He doesn''t want to show it, but he is interested in you. Even if he has issues with me and my brand of divinity, he''s smart enough to know what you represent and what has already happened. Don''t be surprised if the perk is more than something minor," he responded. Eventually, Eraztis summoned a floating box. It looked ancient and alien. The runes enchanted throughout the metal material brought pain to my eyes. I looked away out of politeness, even though I wanted to study the patterns hidden within the engraved tentacles. "I will give you two skillstones. One will be a suitable replacement for what you would have gotten if you looted the mindeater. The second is my choice and one you will trust me on. By my honor as a god and my friendship with Calstrax, I swear it will be to your benefit." Eraztis said solemnly. "But you will not leave this place without absorbing both. These skillstones are for you and you alone." "If he did sabotage you, I''d find something fun to chew on," Cal growled. Eraztis ignored him and opened the chest. Inside rested a swirling vortex with glittering stars. He reached in, and his hand shrank as it dipped into the cosmic milk inside. He pulled his hand out and presented two skillstones. They were incredibly clear. One looked like a swirling vortex of pink stars. Twinkling purple lights flashed in and out and shifted as Eraztis spun the crystal around. The second stone was clear, completely clear. There weren''t even specks or a hint of color. The entirely transparent stone disappeared in the air, and I only caught the distortion when the glass caught the light at odd angles. "I''m granting you two favors, skillstones, and the single perk in exchange for the mindeater''s life and the divine fragment. Do we have a deal, Cyrus?" Eraztis asked. I stared at the skillstones and paused. The choice was made long before Eraztis came here. I was always going to play nice unless his intentions were to hurt me or mine. But there was somethings I had to know. "The dungeon. What will happen to it? And Xena, and Wedra?" "The dungeon will stay; a new section will open inside the temple. In more mortal terms, it would be considered prime real estate. The pair will quickly regrow their ether reserves and continue to expand. I do ask that you avoid the dungeon in the future, for obvious reasons and others." I paused for a time. Testing the words on my tongue as I mulled over my final requirement. The gods waited; neither moved to rush me. "There''s one last request." I said. Eraztis'' face tentacles slapped the air as he stared. "I want information on Sam. If she''s alive, I want to know. If she isn''t... I still want to know. Do that, and we have a deal." Cal frowned, but it wasn''t anger and more of an expression of sadness that I decided to ignore as I kept my focus trained on the other god. "It could take awhile. Divination is not my domain." "I don''t care how long it takes." "Then yes. I can perform such a task." "Alright then," I said. I held out my hand and grinned, showing my fangs. "We have a deal." Chapter 48: Goodbye Helio Eraztis disappeared, and I snuggled into the couch while a fluffy blanket floated down and covered me. ¨¢ine found a spot underneath my chin and wormed herself into a comfortable position. The god had taken his monster, along with the divinity. Surprisingly, the extraction process was no worse than some awkward stomach cramping as I threw up the marble. He also extracted the memory of the bomb I made. Apparently, science was good for something, though the memory was gone for ''the safety of the world.'' I thought it was ridiculous, considering there were beings who could level cities, but oh well. The comfort drew me in, but I pushed through and opened my eyes. Cal watched me with a lazy smile. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked. "It feels good to relax." I answered. "I know the world is fucking me over and whatnot, but it could ease the throttle." "Do you ever regret-" "Nope. Not for a second." "You sure? It''s not going to get easy." "We''ve had a conversation like this before. Easy or not, I''ll just have to get to a point where it is. That''s the beauty of power, right?" "Not for someone like you," he sighed. "Meh." "Fine. Are you going to look at your new skills? Do you want to know what they were originally called?" I shrugged. "Not really. Doesn''t matter what they used to be. And besides. Right now I''m relaxing while I can and I''m going to enjoy it." To punctuate my point I briefly pulled up my status sheet before closing it after taking in the new names. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn (Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills:
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Verdant Healer: (¨¢ine)
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Resplendent Inferno: (Zharia)
  • (T:0 R:9) Racial Skill: Dimensional Storage: (Chomperz)
  • (T:0 R:9) Spirit Lord''s Invocation
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: The Dead Will Provide (Erebus)
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Reflective Coat of the Mirror Beast (Magnus)
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Storm King''s Tempest (Sturmrorex)
  • (T:0 R:0) Summon Familiar: Shroud of the Astral Archon (N/A)
Passive Skills:
  • (T:0 R:9) Etherious Blood
  • (T:0 R:9) Sovereign-Threaded Soul
  • (T:0 R:9) Chaotic Resonance
  • (T:0 R:9) Spirit''s Lord''s Echo
  • (T:0 R:0) Split-Mind Cultivation
Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood Child of Mana Dread Guardian''s Apology Crystal Synthesis Devourer of the Deep Whisper of the Tempest False Dungeon Core Unleashed Soul Cal smiled annoyingly and pointed to the door. "You do know a certain guildmaster is locked outside and conscious. She might think you''re dead. Not to mention the others waiting for you." The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. I sighed and turned around, planting my face into the soft cushions. "Whatever. They''ll live." "I see..." Cal chuckled. Then, in a more serious tone, Cal spoke softly: "Cyrus. May I make a suggestion?" "Mhmm." "When you get out of here, the kingdom will want to present you with a reward. I suggest keeping your involvement hidden and have the Lightcrests handle it. Teddy''s parents can weasel just about anything from the king right now. And I have some advice regarding the reward." I closed my eyes and imagined the crowd of people and their ever-growing list of questions. Cal was right. I didn''t want that at all, and I knew Broken Tower would keep its silence. The same would be true for Sereza and Elanor''s people if she ordered it. Bleeding the king for a reward sounds funny. Too bad I''m not a sycophant. I''m sure my popularity would climb to the top of the list. "Noted. Thank you. What''s the suggestion?" "Out of all your summons, Magnus is the only defensive one. That is fine, for now. You should have another defensive summon." "Another defensive summon? Are you sure?" Cal groaned. "Cyrus, your Legacy is crazy. But Zharia, Sturmrorex, and even Erebus can be your damage dealers. Magnus is your ultimate defense, and ¨¢ine is the support. A bruiser tank will round out that role. That and I suggest you look for a support type skill to support your familiars. There are several aura skills that can accomplish the job." "Got it." "Good. I have to go, which means I''m taking the couch. But you can have your beanbag back?" Despite my body protesting, I slowly stood up and cradled ¨¢ine in my hood. I nodded, and the couch disappeared, replaced by the familiar beanbag with little wizards casting spells. Before I sat down, I stepped closer to Cal and wrapped him in a blanket-covered hug. He hugged me back and squeezed my shoulders. "I hope you do something cool with those favors," I whispered. "I will, I promise," he whispered back. "Hopefully, the next time I see you, I''ll have my own tail." He laughed and swished his bushy foxtail. "Hopefully, you won''t be suffering. I saw the picture in your memories, Cyrus. You can''t keep it locked up forever." I gave a defeated smile. "You''re right. But that''s future-me problems. Right now? A nice nap." Cal laughed, and as I blinked, he was gone. I plopped onto the beanbag and settled into the impossibly cozy chair. Too many thoughts whirled inside my mind, and I didn''t have a solution for any of them. Instead of napping right away, I stared at the demolished pyramid and the empty pedestal where Weldrammornorpelus resided before Eraztis teleported him out. Too bad, too; a chat with the guy sounded interesting. But in the end, I was happy that he and Xena were back together. And if what Eraztis said was true, the pair would have some interesting new things to add to their dungeon. I hope she doesn''t somehow recreate me. People getting pissed off at fighting clone versions of me sounds like a bad idea. Too many thoughts, too little time. I closed my eyes and made sure ¨¢ine was comfortable. According to Eraztis, I had at least another two hours before the dungeon would kick me out. Out of everything I thought possible, an adventurer-be-gone feature was not on the list. Bang! I groaned and didn''t even need to turn around. Bang! Bang! Bang! The doors slammed open, and a tempest tugged at my clothes. My beanbag stayed, and a small barrier appeared that blocked out the noise and wind. Panasia crashed to the ground. Her eyes were mad as she whipped her head around and searched for the enemy. When she saw me, I waved and summoned the crate of Bera''s brew. I cracked it open with my foot and gestured for her to sit. It wasn''t surprising that a fluffy pillow large enough for two of Igas appeared. She used the wind to pick up a bottle and snap it to her opened palm. Without looking, she sliced the top off and took a swig. "Aaaagh! By the gods! It really is Viper''s Kiss." "Try not to get too drunk. We have two hours before we leave," I warned. She took another swig and set the bottle down before burning her gaze through my head. "There are so many questions." "I''ll answer what I''m allowed, but I want a nap, so you''ll have to make it quick." She eyed the bottle by her feet, a frown creasing her cheeks. "Only if I can have another bottle to keep. Bera hasn''t sold these in years." "Fine. What''s your first question?" Panasia switched position so that she lay down with one arm supporting her head. She took another sip before speaking. "Did we win?" A chuckle rang through the silent room, and I closed my eyes. "We did." ------ While Panasia was the first to go, I cracked open an eye and poked my skin. Mushy static covered my limbs, and I quickly stored the crate and beanbag. I sensed them before they appeared, and I turned around and waved at the floating fairy and dungeon core. Xena''s wings and eyes were back to normal, and the horns and crown were gone, too. But a hint of red spun inside her eyes. The golden dungeon core floated below her, holding Xena up as she dangled her feet off its edge. "One final goodbye?" "Yes. I wanted to thank you for the help, even if your plan was insane! Eraztis himself erased my memories! That''s not normal," Xena complained. "It is for the best... Thank you again, Cyrus. I am glad to live another day," came a new voice. "No problem. I hope you enjoy the upgrade. Just promise no clones. No matter what!" "We promise!" they said together. Xena grinned and opened her mouth to most likely say something snide, but ¨¢ine popped her head out of my hood and hopped onto my shoulders. Weldrammornorpelus floated forward after an enthusiastic slap from his companion. ¨¢ine hopped on, and the two fairies stared. Xena flapped her wings, and ¨¢ine did the same. Eventually, ¨¢ine booped her nose and hopped back onto my shoulder while the dungeon core backed away. "You have chosen a good master. Keep him alive," Xena nodded at my shoulder. ¨¢ine grasped onto my hair, and I shook my head. "Goodbye, you two. Have fun cleaning up the place." The golden light inside Weldrammornorpelus flashed brilliantly, and my vision turned black. My body stretched in four directions before I touched the floor and found myself inside the temple. Everyone else was already there, including a massive crowd. Elanor and her guards yelled for order while Broken Tower and Sereza approached. I held up my hands. "Not talking now. Let''s get back to the carriage." "But-" Celanae started. "Nope! To the carriage." "What about-" Isaac tried. I pointed to Panasia, who waved, and I started pushing through the crowd. There were a lot of people, so it took a while, but I broke through and stopped next to Elanor, who stared at me with saucer plates. A quick whisper in her ear rewarded me with a nod, and I walked down the hallway. The others followed, and I stepped into the light and smelled the fresh air. If only people weren''t screaming. For lack of better words, people were freaking out. Several calmer individuals tried to rally together, but apparently, enough individuals realized something was wrong. I didn''t envy them, but I also didn''t care. I marched out of the city with the others in tow. They followed me toward the giant carriage pulled by mega-ostriches. The driver stared and looked down when I waved. "You have returned... Is there news?" "How about you let us inside, and we''ll explain along the way," I countered. They nodded, and I stepped into the carriage. I threw myself into the corner and summoned the beanbag. I settled in and waved goodbye to ¨¢ine while people filled the cabin. The back slid open, and Arturous shambled through. Once everyone was inside, Celanae tapped the walls and turned to face me. She already had a new notebook, marked with big red ink on the cover spelling out the word ''Danger.'' "Uh, Celanae?" I asked and pointed to the notebook. "Why does it say that?" She pointed her pen like a knife and waved it around. "Do I really need to explain that?" "Guess not. But you know there''s not much to tell." "Cyrus, I. Will. Cut. You!" Isaac said as he brandished his daggers. "Fine. Sit down, take some food, and shut up for a bit. There will be no questions until the end, and yes, that means you, Celenae." Her eyes narrowed to points, but she reluctantly nodded as I began summoning pouches of steaming fries. Isaac glared, and I rolled my eyes, then pulled out a crate of alcohol¡ªsans Viper''s Kiss. "So. It all started with a kind old dude with some pretty interesting tattoos." Chapter 49: Epilogue (Cal PoV): A Talk Cal slipped through the dimensions and focused on Eraztis'' domain. The god noticed his intrusion but welcomed him anyway. Good. If Eraztis wanted, he could have pushed back, but at least he was willing to talk to him. There was too much to discuss, and now that the boy was safe with the others, Cal would answer. The dimensional fabric gave way, and Cal stepped into the god''s domain. Cold and ethereal, the great void filled with endless stars greeted his sight. Below him, a sea of bobbing souls flowed deeper into the void throne upon which Eraztis sat. Cal willed himself forward, appearing in the space beside the god. Unlike the throne made of stars and shaped by the void itself, a plush couch¡ªthe kind you''d find back on Earth¡ªformed next to the throne, and he sat down. Eraztis sighed, a garbling noise that pierced the thrum of souls underneath. "I knew I made a mistake when you barged in," Eraztis spoke first. "Hey now. I didn''t barge in. You left the door open." Eraztis ignored him and continued, "I played along, even though I knew it''d be trouble. It was stupid. It was idiosyncratic of me. I should have obliterated my mind and reset. I should do that now." Cal dropped his smile. "You couldn''t have denied me if you wanted to. Not without upsetting the Weave. We both know that." Eraztis slammed his fist on nothing but the realm shook and a nearby star exploded into brilliant shards of light. "It''d be worth it. I gave chaos incarnate to the god of chaos. This world is doomed." Instead of answering, Cal summoned a platter filled with sandwiches. He reached for a random one and bit into the purple crust. Eraztis watched, silent and unmoving. Cal used his tail to flick a blue one that smelled like moonlight and bananas. "Take a bite and stop being a grouch. Just be glad I''m his god and not someone else. I know Cyrus; he''d have sworn to burn the world down if someone like Zuldraea tried to guide him." "And you expect him not to burn the world to ash?" Eraztis grumbled as he shoved the sandwich into his beak. Cal finished his with some lemonade and shrugged. "He might. It could happen, I wont lie about it. But I don''t think that will happen. Not if I can help it." He was proud of the boy. And from every moment he has survived in the new life he was thrusted in, has only made that pride deepen. Cyrus survived. He saved the people he cared about and then some. And despite his protests, he wasn''t callous enough to not act. He was a good son. "No," Eraztis said, jarring Cal out of his thoughts. "But when he dies, you will. And you wont have the Weave justifying your actions. Not this time." That made Cal pause, and he cocked his head at the other god. "I thought you said you''re not invested?" A long silence filled the space. It stretched for eons, even if only seconds had passed. Cal finished the sandwiches and noted which were successful and which were failures. I can''t feed him the Starcrusher jam¡ªtoo much soul-death. "I am... content." He blinked and slowly turned. "Content? Truly?" Eraztis raised his claws, and the river below expanded. He thrust into nothing, plucked a soul out of the stream, and held it up. It was soft blue, without a hint of metal, a weak and fragile soul. "Even one as simple as this has lived numerous lives, each one mundane and boring. But a life with a story, history that weaved itself into the Weave," Eraztis said softly. He dropped the soul and plucked out another, one of violet red and tinged with copper. History, life, each rebirth another chance to change their fate. We are not them." "Correction," Cal cut in. "You are not them. I was not born a god." Eraztis glared, but Cal shrugged. "You were never mortal. Do not commiserate a fate you never shared." Again, Cal shrugged. "Fair. So why then?" The red soul dropped back into the river, and Eraztis sent them further away. New stars aligned the void, but he wasn''t finished. Again, the surroundings shifted until they were in a deep pocket of black and empty space. A pink soul appeared in recreation, marked by silver stripes that ran like rings around the soul orb. Cyrus'' soul, an illusion of it. "My realm is to facilitate the cycle and continue the thread that adds to the tapestry. I am but a cog, one who plays his role. Even you share ties to the Weave you could never shirk," Eraztis continued. He stood up and floated around the soul, examining it. "But I am happy to live through each life, to know I am doing my part." This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. "Crushing is how I''d describe it. To so easily accept one''s chains. I refuse," Cal responded, heat filling his voice. Eraztis stopped and stared. "Maybe so. But my existence is not filled with as much sorrow as yours. And I prefer it that way." "Eraztis..." "Stop, I know. I will not mention your previous children. But know that young Cyrus worries me. He has drawn the Weave''s attention more than any of the others. So I ask you, old friend. Will you set the world to ash when he dies?" They knew the answer. It was plain to the other god what Cal would do. Mercy only goes so far. And another loss would break him. And even if Eraztis thought himself stronger than Cal, the divine did not operate on the same scale as the mortals. Tier five shouldn''t be as strong as tier six. But a chaos god existed to break all rules. And Calstrax... Eraztis shook his head. "I am now invested in the boy''s safety just as you are. And when he ascends, I will be there to help mitigate the threat he represents," Eraztis said. But he pointed a clawed finger at the smiling god. "I like you, old friend, but I would be among the first to toss you both into the void to become another world''s problems." "I''ll accept that." "Good. Now, do you know why I brought up souls?" "Because it''s your domain?" Cal teased. A star hit his face and exploded upon impact. Its core burnt his suit to tatters, leaving a frowning Cal behind as the void sucked the explosion away. "No. Now pay attention to a detail you were too weak to miss." He pointed to the soul and expanded it, holding it up for Cal to see. Cal examined it, already well versed with the current state of Cyrus'' soul, noticing the lack of influence that marked this version. In truth, Cal hadn''t studied the boy''s soul when they first met. Too afraid of scaring him away, he dared not subject him to such scrutiny. "I fail to see whatever it is you want to show me," Cal eventually said as he backed off. The soul shrunk back to the size of a human''s head. "Calstrax. He shares no bleed in coloration. His soul is pink, not white, tinged with red." Cal froze. "No. But the silver." "Perfect rings. Yes. But they are clean, blended without bleed." "That..." But Cal stopped. He knew why Eraztis showed him these details. He knew what the god wanted him to understand. And he did. He may not have known he was an original soul, but it didn''t surprise him, and Eraztis picked up on that lack. In an instant, Eraztis appeared before him. Runes scattered like the numerous stars that made up his realm. Each node of power anchored them to the realm¡ªclosing them off from the rest of reality. Once the space had been sealed, Cal felt weakened, his entire being being subjected to the rules of Eraztis'' domain. His form blurred, and fur sprouted from his hands. But a second later, the pressure dissapeared, and he stabalized. Bracelets made of solidified reality formed around Eraztis'' wrists, and the god grasped the chains that sprouted from it, locking him into place. "Speak true; we are hidden. But not for long. It is not of my nature to still the flow," Eraztis commanded. For a time, he debated, refusing to answer his friend''s questions. But Cal already knew that the other god had truly sacrificed a chunk of his power to help the boy. At the least, he would speak candidly, "Earth is magicless. No mana, no qi. Its a planet that has evolved with technology, and ascended far enough to leave their planet and land on their moon," Cal started. "And?" Eraztis demanded. "And... its planet is divided. Many kingdoms have come and gone, and in their wake, mythos and divinity spread as it want. The same patterns of creation, each told in different flavors for the mortals to feel better about themselves." "And?" he demanded again, his voice strained. Cal paused and inhaled, a superfluous action to the immortal. Eraztis glared but kept silent until he spoke. "Reality bled through: dragons, elves, magic, and wizards. Even demons and seraphim have their stories." "By the Weave, I will rip off your paw," Eraztis growled, his voice rumbling through the void. "Earth..." Cal said slowly as he met Eraztis eyes. "Hosts an origin shard." The runes exploded, and Eraztis screamed as the fabric pulled his limbs. Cal reached out and injected his power, expanding his domain into his. Chaos swirled, the flames of annihilation severing reality''s ownership. It twisted the fabric, and he burned it away. As the chains became ash that turned into supernovas, the shackles burst into streaks of light that faded from view. He reached out and summoned his couch, lowering his friend onto his throne. Even when reality tried to retaliate against the loss, he snapped his fingers, expanded the flames across the fabric, and bit down. The conceptual maw shook and tore it to shreds, further separating them until it retreated. With reality conceding the space, Cal collapsed beside Eraztis and massaged his temples. It took too much, he wasn''t recovered enough to challenge reality, but it had to be done. He summoned another pitcher of lemonade and chugged it down before handing it over. Eraztis held it up and scrutinized the pitcher. "What''s in it?" "Way too much sugar and some fresh lemons from a kingdom called Mexico." The other god tapped the pitcher, and a stream of the pink liquid floated into his beak. His tentacles retracted, but he kept drinking before tossing the pitcher aside where a blackhole sucked it in. "There was nothing magical about it." "Nope. But it is refreshing, no?" Cal chuckled. "You expanded my dimension. Why?" "An apology gift. For the dread I''ve inflected." Eraztis sat up. "You! You!... Aaagh!" Cal accepted the anger, even as his friend''s emotions sent spasms across his body. He''d handle it for what he revealed, and he reached over and tapped Eraztis'' chest. The pain and exhaustion doubled, but he endured. "Better?" "Yes. Thank you." "About as much as I can handle right now." For another eon, they relaxed, the energy slowly returning, albeit faster for one than the other. This time, Cal spoke first. "Earth has undergone its sleep. The shell has formed," he revealed. "That means we have at least a decade before-" He stopped his friend and conjured an illusion of Earth. Around the once beautiful planet of green and blue, was a shell of pink ether so dense it created miles of space between it and the void. He spun the image lazily, revealing the egg that came during the second stage of integration for new planets. "The origin shard changes things. Look underneath near a kingdom they call Australia. Its landmarks were wiped away, and it is now three times its original size." His friend leaned close, which was another useless effort, considering that his friend owned the realm around them. He could see all, no matter where he looked. Eventually, Eraztis sat back and looked far more strung out than before. "We don''t have much time. The pantheons will find out; there''ll be a rush to expand into new space. It''ll be the God Wars all over again." Cal shook his head. "Except the new gods will be stronger than most. Especially them." Eraztis stared, his tentacles wriggling in tension, a nervous tick Cal recognized. "What gods? How much of the Origin is present?" The image of Earth disappeared. In its place, dozens upon dozens of stone tablets appeared, each depicting a grand carving of a god being worshipped by mortals. "All of them, old friend. The entire pantheon is present." Silence. It dragged on for eternity before a bubble of light stretched from the Soul Keeper''s body. Eraztis slowly stood up and floated upwards until he was lightyears apart. Yet the scream echoed in Cal''s ears, and the stars around them exploded until darkness remained. Cal gave in and laughed. Eraztis'' words filled the realm. "Fuck you, Cal!" Chapter One (Book Four Start): Aftermath Return We arrived at the Lightcrest mansion to the crushing embrace of Teddy''s parents. They must have sensed something was amiss because they led us inside without banter and forced us to sit in the dining hall. As Anastasia and Nathan disappeared into the kitchen, I turned to Sereza. "Surprised you''re staying. Don''t you need to report to your father?" I asked. She glared at me and shook her head. "He can wait. Cyrus, I have so many questions you refused to answer." "Correction, I am bound by a promise not to reveal certain things. And you keep asking questions about those things." Celenae tried to devour me through her stare. "You were asleep for an entire day, and when you woke up, you told us a vague, information-redacted story about somehow fusing with the dungeon and defeating a sentient dungeon monster trying to revive their dead god. Also, you spoke about trading the divinity for some skillstones and new perks. You have explained nothing." "What even are your new skill-" Isaac demanded before Igas clamped a hand over his mouth. I nodded toward the oni. "Thank you." Sereza banged her fist on the table. "At least explain how you became a scion! Like how? When did you meet a god, and are they a god for felkins? I haven''t heard of this Calstrax." The others in the room became nervous, a funny reaction considering Cal wouldn''t touch them. Isaac especially looked subdued even after Igas removed his meaty hand. "Luck. Well, unlucky if you want to frame it from a certain angle. And as for felkins... I don''t think so? He is well was a felkin at one point. I''m not entirely sure on that front, I suspect he''s a lot more than what he is now. Oh, and he''s not my god, not the same way a priest has a god. He''s more like my adoptive parent. Cool guy, I call him dad." Bang! I raised my eyebrow as Sereza groaned and gently banged her head again. The others looked over in sympathy, and I felt a growing sense of accusation, especially from Isaac, who looked over as if to say, ''See? Look at what you did.'' "I''m feeling attacked here. All I did was tell you who my dad was." "At least you''re not a demigod. That''d be too much," Sereza finally relented. Hmmm. I''m not sure about that. Dad didn''t give birth to me, but he did give me his blood? Sereza''s jaw dropped, and she pointed an accusing finger before a polite coughing from behind us alerted us to Teddy''s parents. They walked in while balancing several silver platters. Within seconds, the table was laden with steaming food and desserts. To the side, Nathan summoned a cooler filled with drinks before he activated a skill and filled it with ice-cold water. "We''ve already received word about Helio. It looks like you were busy the past few days. Eat, drink, and relax. You can discuss things after," Anastasia declared. Nobody argued, and soon enough, we all chowed down. Even though I wasn''t hungry, I stuffed myself full and picked up a surprisingly bubbly drink that reminded me of orange soda. Sereza didn''t know, so she didn''t outwardly express it, but I could feel the other''s gazes burning into me. I had acquired two new skills, and Celenae was especially interested. I sighed and finally decided to address the changes in my status sheet. It appeared, and I read the changes along with their descriptions. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn (Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills:
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Verdant Healer: (¨¢ine)
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Resplendent Inferno: (Zharia)
  • (T:0 R:9) Racial Skill: Dimensional Storage: (Chomperz)
  • (T:0 R:9) Spirit Lord''s Invocation
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: The Dead Will Provide (Erebus)
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Reflective Coat of the Mirror Beast (Magnus)
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Storm King''s Tempest (Sturmrorex)
  • (T:0 R:0) Summon Familiar: Shroud of the Astral Archon (N/A)
Passive Skills: The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.
  • (T:0 R:9) Etherious Blood
  • (T:0 R:9) Sovereign-Threaded Soul
  • (T:0 R:9) Chaotic Resonance
  • (T:0 R:9) Spirit''s Lord''s Echo
  • (T:0 R:1) Split-Mind Cultivation
Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood Child of Mana Dread Guardian''s Apology Crystal Synthesis Devourer of the Deep Whisper of the Tempest False Dungeon Core Unleashed Soul Summon Familiar: Shroud of the Astral Archon (N/A)(Currently no spirit contracted)
  • Summon a bonded familiar. The familiar is a psionic based being.
  • Summons can remain inside the body in a passive state. While active, they reserve an amount of your mana pool.
  • All Summons have their own mana pool and regeneration but may tap into their summoner''s mana when they run out.
Split-Mind Cultivation:
  • Split your cognitive functions, allowing subconscious activity in the background without interfering with conscious thought.
  • Gain the ability to meditate and widen cultivation base passively.
Unleashed Soul
  • A gift, favor, and investment from the Caretaker of Rebirth
  • The soul has constraints, limits that are slowly ground away through the constant cycle of rebirth; these limits bind you no longer.
  • Your soul can grow and expand. And through hardship comes refinement.
I breathed in and let the stress fall away¡ªor at least I tried and only marginally succeeded. Looks like I passively gained a level. Good. When I set my drink down, the room quieted. Everyone turned, even Teddy''s parents, who still had their blindfolds on. Without speaking, I mentally sent over the description for the perk and watched their reactions. Out of everyone, only Teddy''s parents reacted normally. Celanae had her journal out, and everyone else glazed over before flinching. "Cyrus," Teddy whispered. "You told us you met another god, but not that kind of god." "Do you know him? I''ve only met Eraztis twice now. I still can''t decide whether he and Cal are good friends. Half the time, he seemed ready to punt him into the void," I said. I frowned and closed my eyes. "Cyrus? What''s wrong?" It took a bit, but I finally found it through the sea of loot inside Chomperz''s stomach. As I opened my eyes, I produced a small book and flopped it onto the table. Sure enough, Eraztis was there, with a mural, description, domain, preferred method of worship, and more. "Huh. He is famous. It makes sense, considering his title. It''s a good thing I gave his favors to Cal." Mana activated, and I looked up and stared at Isaac''s shadow spreading across the walls. "You didn''t mention anything about favors from the god!" he yelled. I shrugged and finished the last of my drink. "Is what it is. Frankly, I don''t see the problem. None of you risked your soul to fight and loot an evil god. Who the fuck cares if I talked with my god and negotiated a deal? Pretty sure I deserved it, and it doesn''t matter what I tell you about it, considering it doesn''t currently affect me." My voice had more heat than I intended, but I realized I was getting angry. Remnants of memory from the confrontation with Not-Sam filled my mind, and I crushed them before tossing them aside. They all stopped, their expressions a war of emotions. Isaac, Eodyne, and Sereza looked angry. Teddy, Igas, and Celenae had softer expressions, mostly concern. My claws dug into my thigh, and I knew I drew blood. I rubbed the drops against my pants and grabbed another drink before standing up. "Sorry. I''m still tired," I said. Before I pushed in my chair, I turned to Teddy''s parents. "Nathan, Anastasia, I have a request for you." They smiled, and Anastasia leaned forward. "Of course, what do you need?" "The rewards for Helio. I was told to bleed the kingdom for what it owes me. Can you handle that?" "Ohoho bold. But well deserved," Anastasia grinned. "Anything in particular? And you realize we''ll probably have to confirm the story of your involvement. We only know snippets." I shrugged. "It''s fine if you tell them, but I''d prefer to be anonymous. Panasia can confirm everything I said. I trust a tier-three guildmaster has enough weight to their words. " "She would, yes." "Good, she helped in the fight at the end. Plus, most of the guards saw me ripping out the mind parasites. If they need further proof, I can get Cal to come. All the talk about gods, I bet he can say something on my behalf." Anastasia''s smile cracked some, and Nathan stepped in. "That won''t be necessary. Allaron will believe our word, and we believe you," he explained. "Cool. Then some gold¡ªit''s not the biggest issue, but I''m low. And mostly, I want skillstones. That''s pretty much it. Besides, some anonymity if the kingdom can provide it." "That''s doable. But it might take a while." I shrugged and smiled. "Fine by me. I''ll be in my room. Thanks for the meal." The others stayed sitting, and I ignored their stares. Isaac almost stood up before Celenea summoned a barrier to stop him. Only Sereza walked out with me, and I finally stopped once we were far enough away for the silence enchantments to activate and prevent anyone from hearing us. "What''s up?" She frowned and examined me. "Are you okay?" "Not really, but I''m alive. It beats the other options," I joked. She didn''t laugh, and I rubbed the back of my neck. "I''ll be fine. Wounds are still fresh and all that. It''ll heal." "Are you sure?" I lightly tapped her arm. "Yeah. She didn''t look like she believed me, but I wasn''t in the mood to try and change that. It would have been a lie. "Okay," she accepted. "I''ll expect a more detailed story at some point, minus the stuff you''re not allowed to talk about." "Fair enough. Are you heading out?" She nodded. "Yeah it was nice to relax. Father would like to know what I was doing. Getting a thank you from the crown would help." "I''m still offering to beat him up if you need it." "He''s a well-established tier two," "And?" "Whatever," she chuckled. "See you in a few days? We still need to meet the others." "Sounds perfect. Gives me some time to settle back in. And we can discuss the tournament." Before she turned away, she paused. "You''re participating?" "Probably not, but you will. I can at least support a friend by cheering them on." She smiled. "Later Cyrus. Get some sleep." I walked her to the door and waved goodbye. As she left, I dragged myself toward the bedrooms and stumbled into the room before collapsing onto the bed. The soft sheets and pillows swallowed me, and I let myself sink further until I couldn''t see the light. Alone, unbothered. Nobody to judge me. I dropped control and winced as the painful memories came back, not the ones I sealed away, but the fragments of emotions that came with the whole scene. It felt like a fresh scar, still pink, the skin barely thick enough to resist being reopened. They hurt, it forced me to run away because I didn''t want to deal with them. So instead, I willed myself into my soulspace and took in the comfort of the soft pink glow from the lake. The fog was back, as was the general healthy condition of my soul. And even as my familiars began to circle me, I sat cross-legged and stared at the new skillwisp floating above the lake. Lifeless and grey, it lacked its spirit. My familiars brushed along my shoulders in their own way before floating toward the new wisp. Painful memories were unwelcome, and I couldn''t think of a better way to distract myself. Grinning, I activated the new skill and fell into the spirit planes. Chapter 2: A Saucy Encounter The void took my consciousness, and I found myself floating. I opened my eyes, but a wall of frosted glass blocked the dazzling array of colors spinning behind it. I looked around and blinked as I saw my feet. There wasn''t a ground, only a sea of black tar mixed with rainbow lights. As soon as I thought about standing, it reformed and became an island of gold amongst the black sea. That''s trippy. And then the island disappeared. The sea followed, turning into a field of flowers. Each one was different. Some smiled, while others waved, and a few even spat in my direction. Nothing touched me, the pollen transforming into fireflies that sunk into the dirt. I closed my eyes and concentrated, feeling the nothingness beneath me return. It was a hunch, but I imagined the cloud bed, the cosmic material soft but firm. I pictured it underneath me, forming a wide seat rather than a bed to engulf me. As I opened my eyes, I smiled. Just like I thought, the cloud cushion had formed around my legs. Each lump was softness incarnate, a springy foam that embraced my limbs. So I''m in a sea of dreams? Thoughts? If the astral is mind-related, then it makes sense. The edges of the cloud began to morph; they became a cloud of rats, but I firmly imposed my will and brought it back into line. The massive circle of glass covering the ceiling and the bottom continued to shine with colorful lights. I couldn''t see any glyphs or runes, but I knew they were there. I closed my eyes and shut out the thoughts. My soulspace was primed, and my familiars circled the wisp, waiting underneath. Might as well get this done with. Sinking into my soulspace, my mana churned, forming pillars that I shaped into threads. They entered my chest and pushed through my palms. In the physical, I channeled the mana into the cloud. With how wide my manapool was, it took a while for the mana to empty. More and more, it flowed out in a tide of energy. The cloud felt more real in my hand, as if the soft springiness from before had solidified until it became marshmallow fluff. My familiars danced and spun, weaving in and out of the pillar. I smiled and cheered while watching them play until I reached the first stage of mana fatigue. The chill began to seep into my muscles. I registered the discomfort and continued. More flowed out and I widened the channel. My familiars stopped playing, and they hovered in silence. I reached the halfway point and inhaled, embracing the frost in my chest. Tendrils of ice spiked my nerves, but this wasn''t enough. I had someone to impress; the more I could give, the better the results. There was no stopping; pain didn''t matter. Forty percent. Thirty-seven percent. Thirty percent. When it reached twenty-five, I pushed further. I couldn''t breathe; my lungs were frozen. Even though I knew they were there, I couldn''t feel my limbs, just the physical weight that represented them. I reached ten percent and stopped, cutting the flow before more spilled out. What remained in my channels, I forced back and sucked it into the greatly diminished pool. A mere shadow of what it once was, the once bright soul realm was barely lit up from underneath. The pool of dungeon-acquired energy continued to hover above, but without the lake, it only covered half the realm. My familiars turned, expecting, and I waved goodbye with stiff limbs and opened my eyes. I tried to gasp but could only sputter as my lungs struggled to breathe. The change was immense. Instead of frosted glass, I was in a glass sphere amidst a sea of rainbow colors. They swirled and shifted, constantly changing shape before settling. Eventually, the sea fractured and split apart. In the distance, amongst the star milk, a mountain rose made of hands of every shape and size. To the far right, a rumbling volcano became a wolf that exploded into meteors that faded into the far void. As I spun around, my mind broke, struggling to comprehend everything I saw. "Calm, young Lord. Focus yourself." I stopped and turned slowly to where I knew the voice originated. At first, I struggled to understand what I saw, but like everything in the realm, shape was merely a suggestion. Swirling vortexes turned into tornados filled with gnashing teeth and blinking eyes. That, too, shifted. It gave way until the light became silk and shrunk into a cloak. The cloak sprouted arms, seven of them, and became a very strange-looking item. From underneath, the swirling eddies of star milk and rainbow tar rushed to fill the space until it ballooned. But reality cracked and splintered; the cloak deflated into strands of entrails and screaming fish. Three became six, and six became thirty-two before thousands upon thousands of strands dangled off beating hearts and Coca-Cola cans. Rattle and clanks, they burned, they stretched, they writhed. "Focus." Chime bells rang through the static, calming me. I was no longer inside a glass sphere. When I opened my eyes and blinked away the tears, I found myself in an empty restaurant adorned with colorful lamps sprouting from the shadows. This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. My cloud chair pushed up against the granite table, and I stared in surprise at the bowl of marinara sloshing with bubbling sauce and meatballs. Hovering along the lip, the multistrands of noodles dipping into the sauce, a spaghetti god like the memes from back on Earth. It waved, and I hesitantly waved back. "Good, you have focused," came the burble of the sauce. I shouldn''t have understood what the sounds meant, but I did, and I shut my jaw to look down at the plastic menu in my hands. I looked back up and dipped my head. "It''s an honor to meet you, Great Guardian. This one is Cyrus." A strand of noodles snaked out and lifted the menu. It dragged it into the blue ceramic bowl and released an explosion of parsley before the sauce settled. "You may call me Macaroni." My eye twitched. "I see," I said carefully. I looked around and took in the empty scene. "May I ask how we are here? I understand that the summoning circle should have protected me unless breached." "That''s because we are still there. This is the spell circle, and I am not really here, nor is this my real form." "Is... did I do this?" Another parsley explosion rained down and what fell out of the bowl was caught with noodle strands and pulled in. "Yes. It is an interesting form. I do not know what is a ''spaghetti'' nor what ''Macaroni'' is, but it is what has been provided by your mind." "Right. Okay. So what happened out there? Why was everything so..." "Strange? Mind-bending?" "Yeah," I admitted. "We are in the Astral. Thoughts are reality, dreams are suggestions, and the soul is flexible." "That''s impressive. Though I''m not sure what you mean by the soul is flexible." "And hopefully, you never do. Though I can sense turmoil in yours, heavy it is from the experience of existence." I lost my smile and nearly jumped as a bowl of steaming food dropped onto the table. The menu was gone, and in its place was a soup-pan of meat and rice. It smelled heavily of soy sauce and chili. In front of Macaroni sat a smaller bowl of himself but in yellow soup that looked and smelled suspiciously like cheese. They broke a part of a pair of chopsticks on the side and casually slurped up parts of the mini-me into their bowl. "I''m not dying right now, and this is my brain experiencing a hallucination before I croak, right?" "No." they burbled. "So what do you require of me? I am here to make a contract with a spirit for my skill, Shroud of the Astral Archon." "I know. What does your food taste like?" Annoyance built up, but the whole situation was just another fever dream of random events that I decided to roll with. I used the fork and took a bite, deliciously hot food melting in my mouth like butter as I chewed. Macaroni watched me as he slurped up more of himself, and I slid the bowl over for him to try. One of the chopsticks speared a chunk of beef while another noodle strand cupped some rice and brought it toward the soup. This time, meatballs shot into the ceiling and splattered before falling back into the sauce with wet plops. "Good?" I asked. "Interesting." Fair enough. They slid over the bowl of the still-wiggling pasta, and I very slowly dipped my spoon inside. As it reached my lips, mini-shells snaked around my spoon and snapped apart its noodles before I chewed. Weird pasta creation aside, it tasted like delicious macaroni made with love and and some baked cheese. The bowls were switched again, and I ate more slowly this time. As I examined the restaurant, pieces began to fall away, exposing a black, static-filled void underneath. I looked at Macaroni, but they continued to eat. so I decided to do the same. I finished the bowl and sighed in contentment, only for a plate of mochi to appear in its place. I took two pink ones and pushed the plate over. Every last piece was sucked into the bowl of marinara and created different food explosions as they slipped in. For a while, we ate. Once we finished one plate, another would appear, cycling between something hardy, light, and dessert. Despite eating over forty dishes and sharing each, I never felt full. Eventually, I sat my fork down and waited, but the empty plate remained. I looked up and noticed the restaurant was gone¡ªonly the void and a growing sense of wrongness. But I banished the unease and focused on Macaroni, who had stayed a constant throughout the changes. I sipped the last of my water and tossed it aside, the void tearing it to pieces before grinding the cup down. I blinked and reached out, but a wet noodle wrapped my wrist and held me back. "That would be unwise, young Lord," Macaroni cautioned. I pulled back and clasped my hand, considering his words. "Why not? It''s another release, is it not? It''s a means to stretch one''s soul until it becomes immuteable from the realm." I shouldn''t have known that, but I did. Sizzling sauce splattered the table and was sucked back into the bowl. "Is that what you seek?" I thought about it and paused. The thought crossed my mind, a fleeting, intrusive thing that dared me to jump off. It wasn''t an invasion, nor an attack from an outside force. Yet why did I want to jump into what would be the obliteration of my ego? "I guess not. But I''m not entirely sure, and that''s disturbing," I admitted. "You have exposed yourself more, stripped away the mask that protected your thoughts. It is what you desire and don''t. Only you can tell what feeling is stronger." As if to punctuate his words, the static grew louder, and the table disappeared. I watched and waited, not daring to breathe in case it disrupted my delve into my psyche. But even as the static called for me, I ignored it and stared into the meatball eyes of that made up Macaroni''s body. "I don''t think I want to." "Then don''t. And I finally have my answer." "What answer?" The chairs fell into the void, leaving us floating amidst a small blob of darkness. Without Macaroni''s bowl, the noddles fell for endless miles until I lost sight. "How are you withstanding the static?" I asked as I swam forward to examine his strands. "Wait. They aren''t touching the static. Can I do that?" "Is that what you wish?" I nodded. "Very well. But first, you must make a choice. What do you desire more: the unending black or the infinity of the rainbow?" It wasn''t a hard choice at all. "Rainbow. There''s already too much void. Why not go for something more colorful?" "And another. The spine of one, or the flexibility of many?" "Flexibility. Noodles are better when eaten in batches." Macaroni stared, their meatball eyes growing marinara slits that blazed with green eldritch light. I met the stare with unblinking eyes and reached for the saucy orbs. But a gentle noodle pushed my arm down and tapped my chest. I looked down and noticed that the noodle never touched me but pushed me with a barrier that stretched like melted plastic. "Bring out your athame, will the cut and state the name that calls to you." As I blinked, my athame was in my hand, my fingers wrapped around its hilt. I complied and ran a cut down my finger to the base of my palm. Blood flowed freely and began to drift away. That''s not good. Willpower forced the blood to flow into the melted plastic and pierce the other side. An explosion of light poured out, and bubbles rose through my stomach and up my throat. "Galarion," I declared. The pretty light rushed into my finger and traveled through my veins. A new weight settled in my soul. I tried to look up but had to look away as Macaroni''s form was no more. Hungry, shivering souls begged for release before they grew mushrooms in their eyes and vomited glitter. Sands tore them away before turning into clouds of blood that struck with feathered lightning bolts. A tapping brought my attention back toward myself, and this time, I saw a vial of starmilk floating near the breach in reality. I tapped it, and it broke apart into motes of light that sunk into my skin. Another weight, another change; the static receded as I felt its edges lessen. My arm extended, and I caressed the numbness that bit at my flesh like rabid dogs. It tickled. "This is goodbye, young Cyrus. We watch and wait, as is our duty. But we hope that thou never return. Hold fast to the desire thou spokest, and keep it close to thy heart." He pushed ever so gently and I fell into the abyss, letting the sea of thoughts guide me through the portal. Chapter 3: Hungry Mind Squid For a time, I laid still. My eyes were closed, and yet the vividness of the spiritplane continued to rattle in my mind. Images flashed and indescribable feelings assaulted my senses. But I kept my eyes closed and welcomed the sensations. The new perk settled in, lessening the pain and fear. I wonder if anyone would keel over and spit blood if they saw my status. I should be reaching a record, right? No one answered my thoughts. That was fine. I rolled to my right and squeezed the pillow close to my chest. It crushed underneath my strength but not before bouncing back into shape as I released the pressure. I remembered the questions, even if it felt like a long fever dream. Stripped down to nothing, I had answered a question I didn''t know I wanted an answer to. I groaned and sank into the bedsheets. No more existential questions. Only sleep. Thankfully, it took me surprisingly little to drift off. ----- Morning came, and I stayed in well past noon. When I finally made my way down, the others were already having lunch. I ignored their stares and grabbed a plate. Crunch after crunch, I slowly came to and sloughed off the drowsiness of oversleeping. Finally, I finished the last of the orange juice and glared at the others who quickly averted their gaze. "What do you want?" I asked, my voice exhausted. "Nothing. Just wanted to know if you''re okay," Teddy responded. "So I take it none of you are curious about my new perk and two new skills? Neither of you wants to meet my new summon? Interrogate me on my trip to the spiritplane? Not to mention being told a story with more details?" And there it was. The facade fell away, and Celenae practically foamed at the mouth. "Yes, we want to know all of it," she admitted while enthusiastically nodding. I closed my eyes, inhaled, and then exhaled before opening them. "First, I''m sorry. I shouldn''t have snapped at you last night." "Cyrus, it''s fine. We understand it, even if we can''t relate," Teddy said softly. "Yeah, just cool it and fork over the details," Isaac cut in. Eodyne zapped him, but she nodded, as did Igas. "Right. Well, full disclosure, I can''t show you my full status sheet," I said. Celenae gasped in outrage, but I shook my head. "There''s a perk related to my fusing with the dungeon that you guys cannot learn about for a few reasons. And I''m gonna side with the divine beings on this one." Now, it wasn''t only Celenae with fire in their eyes, but I pushed on and accepted the hesitant smile from Teddy. "Before I share my status sheet, I''ll answer whatever questions you have, but you have an hour and that''s it. And if I can''t answer it, I simply wont. Got it?" They nodded and I dived into the storytelling for the next hour. By the end, none of them looked happy. I swallowed another bite of something that tasted surprisingly like turkey sausage and swallowed slowly. Again, I couldn''t tell what they were thinking. "Cyrus..." Eodyne whispered. "If you want to offer me pity, then save it. I don''t regret anything." "You think that''s what we''d do? You-" her voice got heated, but Teddy held out his arm and shook his head. "We''re angry, Cyrus. We could have helped. Done something other than cower and hide. We''re not tier three, but we are strong together. You didn''t have to suffer through all that alone." I met their eyes. "That''s shit. Of course, I didn''t. I could have sacrificed you all. You''re right. But then what? Willingly get my friends killed in a battle where I couldn''t protect them? Lower my own chances of winning to help with hyped-up egos?" "Hey!" Isaac shouted while knocking over his chair. "No. For all that you guys are strong, there is shit beyond you. You''re not me. You''re not forced to deal with it, not directly. I already made a mess by bringing you into Helio. Getting you killed because of my carelessness? Fuck that." Slowly, I calmed down and found myself breathing erratically. As soon as I noticed, I stopped and stood up. "I''m going into the sparring room. If something important comes up, you''ll know where to find me." Like pinpricks, I rushed out of the room and into the hallway. My heart thumped, beating fast as adrenaline spread.. What the fuck is going on? I heard footsteps. The door was open. Instincts screamed at me to move, so I did. Down the stairs and into the hall, I turned for the second training hall and entered, locking it from the inside. Teddy could open it, but he wouldn''t unless it was something important. Good. The assurance helped, I needed it before I summoned the beanbag and crashed. My emotions were erratic; I wanted to escape from my own skin. The familiar comfort of the beanbag helped me settle, and I tried to sort through my thoughts. In the twenty minutes I spent sitting, the only thing I could think of was that the trip into the spirit plane had messed me up. Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! Or you''re having a panic attack and going crazy. I paused and waited to see if that revelation helped at all, but it didn''t. Nah. Thankfully, the other''s didn''t bother me. Even after an hour passed, the others didn¡¯t barge in. I was glad they didn¡¯t, but I needed something to focus on. Emotional instability aside, I pulled up my status sheet and read through the changes, letting it distract me. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn (Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills:
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Verdant Healer: (¨¢ine)
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Resplendent Inferno: (Zharia)
  • (T:0 R:9) Racial Skill: Dimensional Storage: (Chomperz)
  • (T:0 R:9) Spirit Lord''s Invocation
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: The Dead Will Provide (Erebus)
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Reflective Coat of the Mirror Beast (Magnus)
  • (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Storm King''s Tempest (Sturmrorex)
  • (T:0 R:0) Summon Familiar: Shroud of the Astral Archon (Galarion)
Passive Skills:
  • (T:0 R:9) Etherious Blood
  • (T:0 R:9) Sovereign-Threaded Soul
  • (T:0 R:9) Chaotic Resonance
  • (T:0 R:9) Spirit''s Lord''s Echo
  • (T:0 R:1) Split-Mind Cultivation
Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood Child of Mana Dread Guardian''s Apology Crystal Synthesis Devourer of the Deep Whisper of the Tempest False Dungeon Core Unleashed Soul Astral Lotion Astral Lotion
  • A boon granted by the entity -UNKNOWN-.
  • The Astral is a wondrous place filled with dreams and nightmares. Underneath the infinite possibilities lie the void. And sometimes all you need is some extra protection.
  • Minor resistance to the void, spatial, and astral-aspected mana.
A snort escaped at the idea of rubbing starmilk over my body like some kind of sunblock. It made for a funny image, and I found the last of my tension drained away. There was a lot to process, but another change called my name more than any perk did. Galarion. I barely remembered the naming process, but saying the name in my head and out loud felt right. It felt good. New familiar, a new spirit to join my family. It was time to summon. I dived into my soulspace and waited on the island. With a healthy mana pool, the realm looked normal and alive. Slowly, I called out for the new familiar, feeling the connection to them even though I''ve yet to meet him. Actually, I guess that''s not true. I did meet him, I was just too out of it to remember. Slowly, a wisp bobbed across the lake. Its mana felt strange against my avatar''s skin. It tickled and danced while constantly snaking its way up to my neck, where it reached my ears. Chimes and music, along with the hungry rumble of a creature far larger than what I saw, played in my thoughts. And for some reason, I tasted strawberry milkshakes. They reached my fingers, and I flattened my palm so they could rest. "Hello, Galarion. Are you ready to be summoned?" Footsteps: drumming, the screams of the damned, and the choir of angels. They assaulted my thoughts at the same time. The barrage of emotions and sounds continued until they stopped. I blinked and found Galarion''s wisp flashing with pulsing purple and pink light. This time, when the sounds entered my thoughts they were gentle, relaxing even. They carried excitement and joy, as well as a deep desire for something, but I couldn''t place what. "Much better. Alright, if you''re ready, I''ll begin." Slowly, the mana from the lake in front of us began to float upwards and spin together. Once more, the mana threaded itself, becoming a thick cord rather than the gushing stream it normally was. A change from the time as a dungeon core, perhaps? I watched it carefully as it constricted and condensed It simply compacted itself under the braiding. As it reached my hand I felt it cut with a deep cold that flowed through my fingers and into Galarion''s wisp. It pulsed, and I opened my eyes and waited. One mote of light, two, then five, and eventually hundreds within a blink. They condensed and became more until they split into ten arms that became thicker and more skin-like. A bulbish head formed but it retained an arrow-like shape. Two glowing white eyes that spin with the cosmos inside came next. Eventually the lights were set, and I stared at Galarion floating in front of me. He spun without gravity, and slowly drifted away before I reached out a hand. Galarion extended his tentacles and stretched, his shape becoming more fluid as the glow underneath his skin brightened like a flare. "Hey, calm yourself. That might hurt people''s eyes," I chuckled. In a low thrum that tickled my ears, Galarion laughed. "Alright!" Galarion spun underneath my chin and I booped him in the head, his skin depressing until it stretched like a pancake before snapping back into place. "Go ahead, pick a spot. I''m sure the others have told you what''s theirs." He spun and shifted to my neck and hung lower like a necklace as his main body rested against my chest. But I felt dissatisfaction, and he jumped towards my nose and then my forehead. I waited patiently. It was an important decision after all. "I know! I claim here!" he declared. His arms looped around the top of my ears as he swung around and flattened along the back of my head. Before I could react, a soft squish invaded my skull. The feeling settled and I reached up and felt the back of my head. Only hair. I caressed my ears where his tentacles were still solid enough for me to physically feel, but the rest of his body was absent. "Uhm. Galarion? Are you inside my skull?" "Yes! Delicious thoughts! Can I have some?" Huh. I crossed my arms and tapped into the connection. Eventually, Galarion squeezed himself out of my head and bent his body forward so his eyes were directly against mine. "What do you do with the thoughts? And do I keep them, or do you eat all of them?" His eyes darted back and forth and I realized he meant to say no. "No to which?" "I eat thoughts. Why would you keep thoughts? They mine. Do you share food after eating?" Right. Should have thought about that. "What exactly counts as thoughts?" While slightly disturbing, I wasn''t going to starve my familiar. And I really should''ve guessed that the mental familiar ate mental-related things. Everything! Feelings, emotions, memories. Mmmmngh, memories are good. Can I have your memories?!" I shook my head. "I don''t have a lot of those left, so probably not... Wait, you said feelings and emotions? Do you experience them? Like if I fed you anger you''ll become angry? Because if so, that could be bad." Again, his eyes darted back and forth, but this time, they became spinning stars with their own shooting trail of sparks. This will take some getting used to. "No. Emotions are tasty, but I would need a lot to change me. I don''t actually know what emotions taste like. Give me some!" I was about to tell him no, but then I thought about it some more. "You know what? Here you go, Galarion. Feast up." As Galarion bubbled with joy in my head, I felt stress bleed away¡ªwell, slurped away as Galarion feasted. ¡°Oh, I could get used to this..." Chapter 4: Relax With Me I slipped out of the sparring room and found the hall empty. Good. Hopefully, nobody else is here. After I slinked up the stairs and found the connecting rooms devoid of life, I straightened and turned towards the front door. Damn. Anastasia and Nathan waved their fingers and smiled. "Heading out?" Anastasia asked. "Master? New people, delicious thoughts!" Galarion cut in. I felt him shift in my head and activate one of his skills. The smiles from the duo dropped and the room became a warzone of hot and cold. "Cut it out! Now!" Galarion froze and then shrunk down. Confusion bled through the link as well as fear. I retracted my anger and pinched the bridge of my nose. "M-master?" "Do not, and I mean it: take things from others without permission. It''s different if we''re fighting things or they are an enemy, but this isn''t the case, and I know you''re smart enough to know that." Galarion shrunk even further, becoming a tiny marble in my mind. I felt bad, but I couldn''t ease up. This was too important to let him scrape by without understanding. "Listen, I promised to feed you, and I''m glad you''re so enthusiastic, but this is important. Mental skills are received poorly here. And I trust you; you¡¯re my amazing familiar, but we have to be careful. Stealing people''s thoughts is something that could land me in a lot of trouble, okay? Do we want that?" "No..." Galarion whispered. "Good," I said, easing up the pressure. "How about you come out and say hello? They are super cool people, maybe a little weird, but I''m sure you''ll like them." He kept himself small, but he sent a mental head-nod, and I smiled. Now, all I had to do was explain to the frowning tier threes why they had just been attacked. "Cyrus," Anastasia said, her voice calm yet cold. I sighed and held up a hand. "Listen, it''s my new familiar. He''s a little excited and it''s kind of hard to adjust to morals and rules. Cut him some slack, and he wants to say hello, but not with those frowns. And for what it''s worth, I''m sorry. If you want me to make it up to you, I will." They looked at each other, their blindfolds meeting. With shrugs, they turned back and grinned. The eddies of mana that had surrounded the hallway receded, and everything felt normal once more. Well, as long as they don''t freak out over Galarion. "Galarion. Come say hi." The Lightcrests leaned forward, their teeth literally blinding as Anastasia made them shine. That smile cracked as Galarion oozed out my forehead. Nathan''s jaw dropped, and Anastasia cocked her head. Galarion morphed himself into a cute chibi squid and slipped into my palm, where he clutched my fingers. He raised three tentacles and waved. "Master, they are broken," he whispered. "So uh, meet Galarion! Don''t ask me how I contracted him. I still don''t fully remember," I said. "Cyrus, that''s-" Nathan began. "An astral spirit!" Anastasia finished. I blinked. "You can tell? How do you know?" Nathan straightened up, his smile not returning. "Once you taste the mana, it becomes very recognizable. It carries a disorientating numbness that needles your thoughts." Wait. Like static? "Huh." "Cyrus, if he''s from the astral, that means you went to the astral plane. Do we need a mind healer?" Anastasia asked as she came within licking distance. Galarion stayed stock still, nervousness and curiosity bleeding through. Even he understood that the couple were powerful enough to erase him. "I am okay," I said slowly. It wasn''t a lie, nor was it completely honest. But I had already fed Galarion the worst of my anxieties, so I was fine. "The visit to the plane itself was okay. I... Well, if I''m being honest, I''m not entirely sure what happened. There was some mind-breaking shit, and a pasta god who asked me questions and fed me food. But as I said. I''m fine." "Riiiiight," they both said. Anastasia turned to Galarion and extended a finger. "Master?" I nodded. "Go on." Galarion wrapped two tentacles around hers and a wave of excitement flooded into my thoughts. Anastasia retracted her finger and smiled. "Oh, that''s surprisingly nice. Been trying to forget the memory for ages. Dear, we can finally forget Rekka''s Playpen!" Nathan rushed forward and spun his wife away where she became a living top that bounced around the hallway. He jabbed his finger out, and Galarion eagerly slapped his tentacles onto his digit. After another round of contentment, Nathan pulled back with a silly grin. This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. "Oh that is lovely. Thank you, Cyrus. Thank you, Galarion. We can finally sleep easier now." I wasn''t sure what they meant, but Galarion seemed almost lethargic. His tentacles flashed in a myriad of colors like a strobe light. As he sluggishly sent over thoughts of eating, he became a jelly puddle in my palm. "Galarion?" I asked as I poked the jelly. It jiggled, and he raised his head and slowly bobbed. "So full. So good... Want more." Aaaand he''s back. I raised him to my skull and he dripped down and slid to the back of my neck. His tentacles wrapped around my ears, and he squished himself inside my head. "Thank you, I think?" I chuckled. They both shook their heads. "No, thank you. We''ve suffered through many things as adventurers, some experiences worse than others. Thank you," Nathan explained. "Wait. You offered a mind healer earlier? One, that''s a thing? Two, why not use them?" Anastasia cleared her throat. She paused as if expecting something, but when she smiled, Nathan matched hers. "Mind healers are not that well developed here in Solunaria. For good reason, considering the laws regarding mental skills. And that particular memory was too heavily baked into our psyche. Thankfully, astral-mana is more than just mental. Galarion sucked the memory in without fracturing our minds." That was an interesting tidbit. I shouldn''t have been too surprised the world had mind healers, It made sense, all things considered. I wonder if they have extensive study requirements or if they can rely solely on their skills. I cleared my thoughts and stretched. "You guys are okay with my new skill? It won''t be a problem?" Nathan crossed his arms. "No. We''ve seen the horrors a mental user can inflict, just as you have in Helio. But we also know it can be used for good. Ah, I do suggest you keep it close to your chest." "And make sure Galarion doesn''t violate any of the laws. I understand something from the Astral is hard to predict, but don''t become a monster, Cyrus," Anastasia added. "I promise I won''t," I said. My back cracked, and I exhaled. "Last question, were you guys waiting for me? Was there something you wanted?" "Yes, actually. It was pretty obvious you were having a hard time. The world sucks and sometimes you need a moment to relax after an adventure. Trust us, we know." Nathan placed a hand on my shoulder and gently squeezed. "We thought, why not take you somewhere nice and see if we can help?" Anger flared, but I punted it further into the back of my mind. Galarion stirred, and he reached a comforting tentacle across my brain. It wasn''t bad, but uncomfortable. "Look. I-" I began but stopped when something entered my thoughts. "Galarion?" I asked. "I help. They tell truth, not lies. Good people, trust them!" he answered. From the looks on their faces, they felt something was up but they didn''t react like before. It was an influx of information, like a gut feeling of knowledge that dripped through and slid into place. I knew instinctively that the Lightcrests could have prevented Galarion''s skill if they wanted to. I also knew that Galarion could tell me more but he was being polite and only sent me the surface emotions. Worry, concern, hopefulness and contentment. Those thoughts entered my mind and I knew they were Teddy''s parents'' true feelings. Ugh. Fine. Don''t be an ass Cyrus. They are trying to be helpful. "Okay," I ground out. "You''re right. I could use the distraction. What exactly did you have in mind?" An explosion of fireworks filled the hall and I covered my eyes as the final orb that floated up became a supernova of lights. "Perfect! You won''t regret this!" they exclaimed together. ------------ I hid a groan of pleasure as the spoonful of pudding melted in my mouth. It coated my tongue and sent waves of ice down my throat before finally settling in my stomach. As I tried to scoop another bite, I hit the bottom of the bowl and frowned. Nooooo! Nathan nudged me from the side and I turned to see his goofy grin fill my sight. He looked down with his eyes, and I followed only to find the empty bowl had been replaced with another towering stack of pudding flavors jiggling in the breeze. "Oh. Fuck yeah," I cheered. I kicked my legs free and stared across the city. Anastasia flew through the air like an angry comet while Zharia and Sturmrorex chased her across the sky. We weren''t alone, as the living light show and chibi spirits drew in crowds of people. Kids cheered and pretended to follow along the cliff, their parents chatting amongst themselves. Nobody knew where the spirits came from, and Anastasia drew most of the attention to her, making me forgettable as Nathan easily dwarfed me. Thankfully, Galarion was still half-sleeping as he processed whatever memory Teddy''s parents gave him. I felt snippets of his thoughts, and the amount of pain and misery that slipped through made me stay far away. All in all, the outing was exactly what I needed. The pair enjoyed life and made their joy infectious. Even if I wanted to stay a reclusive grump throughout the day, I couldn''t have if I tried¡ªnot without difficulty. Foods, drinks, new sights of the city;, there was a lot to explore. We watched two plays, listened to world-class music in a garden and even went swimming in the sky. Nathan listened to my idea of a surfboard and quickly commissioned a gruff carpenter who knew them to make three. The joy of surfing in the sky atop a floating wave of water? Pure fun. And now? I drowned myself in pudding while my familiars played. Magnus lifted his head from my lap and chomped one of the bottom slabs before burying his head underneath my jacket. "So? Did we deliver or what?" Nathan teased. I laughed and stuck another spoonful of pudding that tasted like torta caprese. "Definitely." He nodded. "Good, good. There are two things I want to talk to you about before we head back. One involves something that can wait once Ana is done. The other is something we thought of after meeting Galarion." It was slightly concerning how quickly his tone changed, but he didn''t sound too serious. And they earned my trust tenfold after today. "What about?" He tapped his head and then pointed to the smiling faces of the people around us. "People are happy, and it''s a good thing. These people are probably the happiest folks around. There¡¯s nothing too crazy in their lives. Know what I mean?" I swallowed another spoonful and lowered the bowl so Magnus could enjoy it as well. "Kinda. I think." "Well, people like us don''t get to experience the world the same way a civilian does. I won''t discredit people''s lives; they could easily face more hardship than you and I ever would, but that''s unlikely." "Makes sense, but where are you going with this?" "We mentioned the mind healers earlier. In truth, there are far too few of them. Many of their skills are slow-going and take time to process. And when you have several hundred adventurers? Thousands even, in a city this big? It''s an impossible and sometimes thankless task." "Are you saying you want me to help out? Don''t get me wrong. I''d be a hypocrite if I thought it wrong to take away memories and thoughts. Galarion already fed on some of my earlier anxieties. But back on-'''' I said before stopping myself. "Back where I''m from. We learned that you need to process your emotions, and we had an entire profession dedicated to that. Therapists, psychologists, and the like. Are you sure offering to wholesale take away their experiences is a good thing?" Throughout it all, he continued to nod, his expression neutral. He tracked his wife somersaulting through the air while she casually dodged my familiars. They nearly crashed into each other. Thankfully, before they could bicker and start fighting, Anastasia dashed, grabbed them and tossed them in different directions. The chase restarted, and they once more worked together to cut off her escape. "Generally, I think you''re correct. But some memories... well, they can cripple you. And you don''t have to take just memories, correct? You could siphon away some of the emotions, the intensity. Help a person process it easier. This isn''t just for altruism. A new skill needs practice, and you can kill two waldraks with one arrow." I didn''t answer right away. Nathan didn''t push, and I relaxed further, enjoying the experience. Eventually, Anastasia started to slow, and she let herself be caught before snagging both of my familiars in a hug and brought them high into the sky. "Master. Can we have mana?!" Zharia chirped. "Master. Let us wow these subjects!" Sturmrorex chimed in. I laughed, a full belly rumble that drew some eyes my way. Nathan smirked but kept his attention upward. "You know what? Sure. I''m game to try," I answered Nathan while my familiars eagerly awaited an answer. Sturmrorex spun in a loop while Zharia blazed with golden flames. "Take all you need, guys. Give ''em a good show!" Chapter 5: Head of the Healers Guild I was led down an underground tunnel, passing several door frames lined with enchantments. I recognized a few of the runes but not all. Sixteen? That''s a lot of silence runes. Gloworbs lined the walls, and the robed woman in front would raise her hand and light new ones after each section we walked through. Nathan and Anastasia followed behind, silent but smiling. As I looked back, they gave a thumbs-up with big, goofy grins. They didn''t have to come but they offered and I saw no harm in it. The base of the healer''s guild was situated in the middle ring of the city. They commanded a wide space, including a massive garden, a forest, and even their own restaurant and housing. The two were known figures and allowed us to cut through the line and get in direct contact with one of the head healers. After the receptionist returned after enacting a privacy barrier enchantment, we were led to a side room where Syrreisha waited. She briefly explained some things to me and asked basic questions, some of which addressed the Lightcrests'' trust in me. After all was said and done, she dropped the bomb-shell that she was a tier three healer who specialized in natural regrowth and mental health. It made me reconsider the human woman in a new light. I barely detected her power, and I doubted that she was wearing an enchanted item like the blindfolds Teddy''s parents wore. Every word she spoke was delicate yet firm. She looked young, maybe in her mid-twenties, but I suspected she was a lot older than that. There was something about the way she spoke, almost like an aura of wisdom that exuded from her presence. Of course, I asked Galarion about it, and he confirmed it for me. She was exuding an aura, and it delicately brushed along my thoughts but not in an intrusive way. When I questioned her, she smiled, the emerald hexagons in her irises glowing softly. Apparently, it was a passive like Teddy''s Calming Presence. From there, she activated a button, and a door opened up, revealing a hidden passage that extended far into the earth. "And we''re here. Please take a seat where you feel most comfortable," Syrreisha said. I regarded the various cloud chairs and smiled. I picked the pink galaxy one and plopped down, the cloud folding around my body as it adjusted to my weight. Anastasia and Nathan hopped into the floating ones in the corner and lounged upside down. Syrreisha ignored them and sat behind a sleek metal desk and tapped the center. The metal became liquid and formed a stand as she summoned a blue scroll with glowing white lines and unfurled it. "This is a soul contract. It''s a minimally invasive one that requires consent from everyone who signs it before it''s split and absorbed," she explained. She noticed my frown and smiled. "Don''t worry. This is standard procedure. It''s to ensure your privacy and the safety of our patients. Please take all the time you need to read through." I did and found myself surprised at how simple it was worded, yet it easily covered all bases. By signing it, I promised to not intentionally do harm unless it was agreed upon and in the patient''s best interest. The main gist of it, was that I couldn''t delete memories or fuck somebody up because I was bored. It also detailed a binding contract between Syrreisha herself and the guild to keep the knowledge of my skills private no matter what. That was my major concern, so I was glad to see it addressed. If they couldn''t guarantee that, I would have left without looking back. I scanned through the other small clauses and found them acceptable, surprisingly simple in their need. They were niche enough that I understood why they covered their bases even if they would almost never matter. "Have you any questions, Cyrus?" "A few," I nodded. "How exactly does the contract work? And it says you are the main guarantor of ensuring my privacy, but it also mentions the guild. If they aren''t the ones signing it, how does it enforce that rule?" "The soul contract works as a binding piece of mana that attaches to your soul. As an example, if you were to break it intentionally by deliberately harming a patient, it would inflict you with soul damage and temporarily bind you. The guild would know, and I would personally come to handle the matter." Soul damage, huh? Alright. "So someone could spill my secrets and get hurt, and I would still be shit out of luck?" I prodded. Syrreisha shook her head. "No. The moment they tried, the soul damage would prevent them before they could complete the sentence and be subjected to an assortment of debilitating problems. I don''t know if you''ve received soul damage before, but it''s not something one can disregard." Yeah, I''m not sure about that. "I see you still have doubts. Have you received soul damage before?" I couldn''t help it; a snort escaped before I could reel it in. Syrreisha frowned and opened her mouth, but I shook my head and held up a placating hand. "Sorry. I''m not trying to be rude, but trust me, I have. And that''s why I''m hesitant. You definitely could speak if you powered through it." "I see," she said slowly. Syrreisha glanced at Teddy''s parents, who shrugged. "Do you still believe that this young man can help the guild?" Anastasia stared at Nathan and he nodded in return. Whatever they communicated, she squared her shoulders and beamed a smile. Literally speaking, her teeth were magically enhanced to glow the brightest shade of golden-white I had ever seen. "I am not a toy. The rift is over. The experience is done. Rekka no longer exists, and I am free from such madness," she shouted to the ceiling. A beat dropped, and Syrreisha''s eyes widened as her jaw dropped. Her irises widened bright enough to rival one of the gloworbs as she stood up and clapped. "Truly? You can finally say it? How? What was the breakthrough?" Anastasia pointed to me, "Him and his new skill. We rid ourselves of the worst parts of the memory and some of the emotions with it. We''re finally free, and not a lick of damage to our psyche." Syrreisha conjured a vine from the stone and extended up to the cloud where the couple rested. Nathan and Anastasia leaned forward and let Syrreisha place a hand on their foreheads. After a few minutes, they opened their eyes, and Syrreisha pulled back while clapping some more. "Truly, there''s no damage. Marvelous. Of course, we''ll have to do some testing to ensure that the memory loss won''t hinder your recovery, but yes! You''ve finally broken through." Nathan extended an arrow made of water and had it stretched in my direction. "As we''ve said. We trust him, and his skill." Syrreisha studied me, a seriousness in her eyes that cut through the calm aura she exuded. Now she truly looked older, calculating. Not malicious, but she looked like she was deciding something. She returned to her seat and grabbed the scroll. It disappeared, and in its place was a similar scroll, pink in color and giving off a silver glow. She unfurled it along the stand and clasped her hands while intensely staring. I read through it and blinked. "Severe soul damage, along with the sealing of your core for the next decade? That''s... crazy." "You are concerned, yes? If your skill truly works well enough to help two of my dear friends in a way that I never could, then I am willing to acquire your help, whatever the cost." On one hand, it sounded extreme. Taking out one of the kingdom''s best healer who spent their day to day helping people, sounded like a lot. On the other hand? Fuck it, it didn''t matter if she had no intentions of betraying me. "How does this work with the guild? I get your penalties, but what about them?" She tapped her chest and pinched. A ripple across reality distorted her hand, but as she pulled away, a pink sheet with gold letters exposed itself. Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! "This is the soul contract I share with every employee who works for us on an official basis. By extension they won''t lose their tier and have their skills suppressed. But they will suffer the same soul damage after receiving a warning. The warning is impossible to miss, as it feels like someone is shoving spikes into your brain and blending it into mush. Does that assuage your concerns?" It did. "Yes. But I have a couple of last questions. How does the process work? Since I''m not an employee, what exactly am I, rank-wise?." Syrreisha pushed the contract back into her chest and tapped the table once more. Several new stands formed, and she deposited different stacks of papers. "These are detailed guides that''ll walk you through the process, but I''ll be working with you personally. I can''t be there for every session, but I''ll be around for most." I grabbed the thickest one and leafed through it, noting the different code terms and procedures they used. "Since you''re not an employee, you''ll be considered as a lone contractor. You can come in when you please and we''ll push patients your way for as long as you can handle them. So don''t worry about a schedule, and we''ll accommodate you at any time of the day." "Got it," I said as I reached for the second stack. "Depending on how your skill works and the level of anonymity you desire, we''ll adjust how your interactions with patients go. I must ask, though: This is a new skill, yes? Does that mean you are tier one? Usually, I can tell, but you, however, remain blank to my perception." I bit my lip and considered my options. Eventually, I went with what was easiest that didn''t require me to answer a dozen questions. "I can''t disclose that. But yes, it''s a new skill. Don''t worry; I have a lot more mana than you think. Is that acceptable?" She nodded tersely. "It''d help to better understand your limits, but very well. As long as you are open about the effects of your skill and the limitations, we can go from there. Since it''s new, and from how the Lightcrests have spoken, I''ll help guide you. There''s a lot to learn with people''s skills, something most don''t take seriously. I hope you are not one of them." "I''m not, don''t worry. A lot of my skills are too vague for me to simply accept what the description says." At that, her smile grew much wider, as did her presence. "You brought an interesting one. I''m getting excited." "Hah! As if we''d waste your time," Anastasia boasted. "So, how do we sign?" I cut in. Syrreisha tapped the table, and a sharp spike jutted out. She then tapped her thumb along the spike and squeezed out a drop onto the page while closing her eyes. "Your turn," she whispered. I used my fang and punctured the skin along my thumb. I extended my hand over the scroll and let a fat, semi-clear droplet splash onto the glowing paper. It absorbed it, and a needle of pressure pushed into my chest. Spectral chains stabbed toward my heart, and I sank into my soulspace. The chains extended to the island like hungry worms. My familiars gathered in response to the intrusion, a series of mental imagery showcasing their anger. They circled the chains while keeping a healthy distance away, and Chomperz came to a stop above my shoulder. "Whatcha think Chompz? Looks pretty spooky." Chomp! This time, I didn''t understand. I turned and he flew in a straight line. No? "Why no?" He stopped and turned toward the chains, all six of them, as they neared the obsidian island. They didn''t hurt, but it felt weird, wrong even. Something inside me rejected the idea of the chains and I extended my arm before I realized what I was doing. Ding! The chains touched the island and an explosion of gold erupted from the center. I blinked away the light and willed my vision to return. As it did, I cocked my head and stared at the orb the size of a bowling ball made of gold runes woven together that encased the swirling chains. One tried to poke out and the orb flashed, causing the chains to spasm before they stopped. Information blossomed and I parsed through the snippets of understanding. Oh. Huh. I guess I''m immune to soul contracts. I knew that if I wanted to, I could grab the orb and annihilate the chains. They were completely under my control, and couldn''t affect me if I didn''t want them to. As I grabbed onto the energy, a spire of jagged obsidian grew from the island and locked the orb into place. It hovered a few inches from the crystal and spun lazily on a diagonal axis. I guess that''s that. Might as well keep it for now. Exiting the soulspace, I found Syrreisha spasming on top the desk. Anastasia and Nathan were monitoring her and keeping her head to the side. "Cyrus? What happened?" Anastasia asked, concern coloring her voice. "Apparently, soul contracts don''t work on me. I can terminate it if I want to. I didn''t do anything, and it''s still there in my soulspace. But maybe there''s blowback on her end?" Nathan grabbed a health potion and sliced a small cut along her bicep. He poured the potion into the wound and held his hand over it while activating his mana. After a few seconds, he stepped back, and the wound sealed while Syrreisha groaned. As soon as her eyes fluttered open, a salvo of skills erupted and blanketed the room. The gloworbs flickered while other enchantments activated along the ceiling and walls. I knew suppression was one of the runes and it activated, but I didn''t feel its effects. Syrreisha shot to her feet and stared at me. I waved and smiled apologetically. "You!" she exclaimed. "Me," I replied. Her eyes darted and took in the situation. Slowly she calmed and waved a hand. The enchantments stopped; the gloworbs stabilized. It took several minutes of intense staring before she returned to her chair. Whatever she saw had calmed her, but her eyes failed to hide the tension she controlled through an iron grip. "The suppression enchantments didn''t affect you. How?" "Perk. And a passive, I guess. If it makes you feel any better, I can stand just fine next to ether." Her mouth opened then closed and she groaned while glaring daggers at Teddy''s parents. Anastasia shrugged. "Hey. We warned you he was interesting." "And I wasted a tier three potion on you, and you stare at us with such evil thoughts behind those eyes?! How dare you, woman!" Nathan shouted. "Just sit and shut up," she muttered. The couple shrugged and skipped happily to the cloud hammocks. "That was more intense but I suppose that''s on me. Ehem. Now that the soul contract is in place, may I see what this skill of yours is? We should be able to begin right away if it''s not too complicated." Famous last words to live by. "Hey, Galarion. Are you ready?" I asked. He sprang to attention. "More tasty food?" "Something like that. Come say hello. Be on your best behavior. She''s the one providing you food to eat." I barely managed to raise my hand in time before Galarion squeezed himself out of my skull and plopped into my palm. He rose into the air in a swirl of cosmic dust that settled into... a tux? "Galarion? Why are you wearing a suit?" The little cosmic squid looked absolutely adorable in his tiny suit, with several of his tentacles bursting from the bottom pant legs. I poked the sparkly pants and it burst apart into clouds that resettled into his body. The suit disappeared but left behind a way-too-big bowtie that fit snuggly just below his mouth. "Best impression!" I chuckled and watched Syrreisha stare with her jaw hanging. Best impressions indeed. Chapter 6: Long Shift Two hours. Two hours of nonstop studying and testing with lots of shoving Galarion into strange glass tubes where she activated futuristic-looking gadgets to test shit out. By the time the two hours were up he shook several of his curled tentacles and glared at the head healer. He slipped behind my ears and dived into my skull, where he started devouring the memory she fed him as a reward. I leaned back in the cloud chair and rolled around. Syrreisha watched me in amusement as she fiddled with the crystal device in her hand. It beeped and released a soft chime before spitting out a glowing screen that hovered in the air like a hologram. She read through it and kept reading, her finger occasionally flicking upwards as if she was scrolling. In the hammocks, Anastasia and Nathan were playing the magic marbles game and I watched from afar as Anastasia activated the surge and wiped his board. As a result, Nathan lowered his head in shame, and she summoned a giant squeaky mallet. Squeeekie! Insane. Incredibly insane. Before they could start another round, Syrreisha cleared her throat and folded her hands together. "From what the readouts tell me, your skill should be perfectly safe. If you want, we can begin tomorrow, but unfortunately, I have too many meetings and I''ve already postponed many." I stood up and yawned. "Sounds fine by me. What time do you prefer?" "Anytime is fine, except lunch. I don''t work at noon." "Surprising. I pegged you for the kind of person to go days without rest tending to people." She laughed and shook her head. "Oh, some weeks, sure. But I hold myself to the same standards as I preach. I can''t go telling patients to get rest and enjoy life, if I don''t do the same." We wrapped things up and she walked us back to the entrance depositing us in the same room before she bowed and returned underground. As soon as the secret entrance closed, Teddy''s parents took an arm each and skipped their way out of the building, much to the amusement of many. After literally skipping through the city, we arrived at the Lightcrest manor, and they finally let go. The gates opened with melodic chimes and the house butler opened the door. "Welcome back, sirs, madam. Is there anything I can provide?" Anastasia patted his shoulder. "If you could prepare the usual. Nathan and I have a few meetings to sit through." He bowed. "Right away, madam." With Walter gone, they turned and smiled. "So, that wasn''t too bad was it?" "Not at all," I said while returning the smile. "Thank you, again." "Plish-plosh-trapplesauce! I''m glad we could help. And don''t worry about your other requests. One of the meetings we''ll be handling today will be with the crown," Anastasia said. Nathan flexed, his shirt bulging out before spewing an absurd amount of water that was sucked back into his pants. "Don''t worry about a thing! We''ll get you your just-deserved rewards." I blinked at the two and smiled weakly. My social battery was starting to run low. "Thank you," I said again. Anastasia waved and snapped. The world turned white, and I recoiled. As I blinked the sunspots away, the pair was gone, and I stared awkwardly at Walter, who raised an eyebrow. "Coming in, sir?" he asked. "I am. Did you... you know what? Never mind." "Of course, sir." I entered, but before escaping to my room, I stopped and turned around. Walter, the ever-consummate professional, waited patiently. "Sir?" "I have a question. In your opinion, what do you think is one of the invaluable skills and I do mean skills skills for a servant?" In response, I was sent over a system prompt and I willed it open. A single skill, scrolled by, with full details written through the system text. Helping Hand: To better serve, you help. Whatever task may be required shall be made easier with your will.
  • Target a person and become their shadow.
  • Appropriate buffs are given according to the task at hand to both the user and the target.
  • User is granted Intuition for as long as the skill is required until the task is complete.
  • Intuition, is a mental precognitive buff that lets the user intuitively know what the target requires. A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.
  • High Mana Cost, Low stamina-cost
"Wow. I didn''t know skills like this exist. What are the odds I can get my hands on one of these?" "Impossible, I''m afraid," he replied without missing a beat. Huh? "Really?" "I am the sole register within this world. Guaranteed by the god of knowledge. And after numerous attempts, it remains non-copyable, no matter the tier of treasure used." Well, there goes that plan. "Thanks for humoring me Walter. Have a good night." "My pleasure, sir." Walter left, and I trudged my way into the bedroom. I unsummoned Galarion and let him enjoy some time in the soulspace. He did good, contained himself pretty well and only ate what was freely offered. Ah damn. What kind of crazy ass throne will he want? I chuckled to myself at the thoughts that streamed through and closed my eyes. ------ "Cyrus! Waaaake uuuup," Isaac shouted from behind the door. "Go away! The void was so peaceful without your yelling! How am I even hearing you through the enchantments?" I yelled back. "There''s a switch for emergencies!" I groaned and rolled out of bed. As I opened the door he grinned smugly while crossing his arms. "What do you want. I swear to all that is unholy. I''ll find an alchemist and recreate glitter." "Sounds sooo scary," Pop! "Please don''t do that. I have enough gods that want to kill me as is. No apocalypse weapons. It''s too early," Cal begged. Isaac''s jaw dropped, and I waved. Cal waved back and was gone within a blink. I shrugged. "There you go. Now seriously, what the fuck do you want? I''m tired." Isaac stared at me suspiciously before slowly backing away. "The Dawnborns have announced a change of plans. The tournament and auction are to be delayed because of Helio. The tournament will be held in a little over two weeks. Figured you should know." "You woke me up just for that? Sereza could have told me that when I met her." He tapped his chin then he stared at the spot Cal appeared and shook his head. "No, not the only thing. Sereza''s here, and she looks antsy." "Lead with that. What''s wrong with you?" "Nothing," he stated before phasing through the floor. I sighed and pulled out a stamina potion. My body wasn''t tired, but stamina potions had a weird headache relief after-effect. When I walked into the room, Sereza was sitting on the ceiling, with her hair tangling downwards. I spotted the water links keeping her tied to the chair, but Nathan was strangely absent. "Sereza? What''s going on? I asked slowly. She waved and snapped her fingers. The chair tumbled to the floor, but not before the water cushioned the fall and kept her upright. "Sorry, Teddy''s father came in and said I looked too sad and knew a way to cheer me up. I think it worked?" "Right. Normal stuff. So what''s up?" Her happiness faded and her eyes turned downcast. "Sorry if Isaac woke you up." I checked the system clock and shrugged. "It was about time I got up. So are you gonna tell me what''s wrong? Or what?" She sighed and leaned back. "A few things. First, my father. He learned about what went on in Helio and now wants me to broadcast my part in helping free the city for good publicity." "Douchebag, but I already expected that." "Douche-bag? Like a medical device to help relieve patients who can''t shit?" I snorted. "No. But I take it you have zero desire of doing that?" "Correct." "Then don''t." "It''s not that simple," she argued before leaning closer. "With the other felkins working in the castle for the crown, there''s a lot of pressure for me to step up. And since I won''t become a sycophant like the people in the square, there''s an expectation¡ªone that requires me to be famous and well known, like Broken Tower." "Again, I say it''s simple. Tell him to fuck off. If Cal asked me to do something I didn''t want, I would." Her eye twitched. "Still need to have that talk about being a scion, and apparently an adoptive child to a god." "Later," I teased. "So what''s the other stuff? I doubt you''d come over just to complain about daddy issues." Her shoulders dropped even lower. And there was a brief pause before she collected herself. Whatever it was, it wasn''t good. "The couple I was supposed to introduce you to, the one that helps run groups through the Labyrinth, had a nasty injury. They aren''t really up for meeting anybody at the moment." Oh. "Do we know what happened?" "The group they were guiding, the noble brats got cocky and didn''t follow orders. Two got severely injured, a third was maimed, but Crenter and Volisha stepped in. Volisha got hurt pretty badly, while Crenter took down the golems. They''re fine; they had enough money to afford healing, but there are few problems they are working through." I felt bad for the couple, but I didn''t know enough about them to offer more than my sympathies. "Like I said, it''s fine." "Good. They still wanted to meet you, but give them some time," she smiled before it darkened, and her tail lashed the air. "And the last thing." "What''s wrong?" "Daergo and Melza''s son. Lezka. He hasn''t returned home since he went missing." "Seriously? Any leads at all? What about that rival family, did they check with them?" I asked as I crossed my arms. She held up a hand. "No leads, and they did check the rival family. But without evidence, there''s nothing to go by. The authorities have been alerted and Daergo put a request inside the adventuring guild. They''re hoping he''ll turn up soon." Daergo, Ernor, and Melza were incredibly nice. Even from my limited interactions with them, I knew they were good people. I stopped and clicked my fangs. Isaac can help. I turned to leave, and Sereza followed. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Isaac has connections to the underground. I''m sure he can find information or hire someone who can," I explained as I marched toward Isaac''s room. As we stopped before his bedroom, I scanned the wall with my senses and found the hidden rune etched underneath the frame. I slammed my hand against it and channeled mana through the wood. The rune activated, and I opened wide. "Isaac!" "Why are you yelling? Aren''t rooms enchanted against sound?" Sereza asked while flinching away. "Isaac, I''m serious. Open the door." Before I could shout again, the door was ripped open and Isaac stabbed a tendril into my shoulder. "What?!" he yelled. He glowered at me and jabbed a finger into my chest. "Haa haa, you got your payback. I was meditating you jerk!" I grabbed his collar and yanked him forward. He slid closer until he was barely an inch away, our noses practically touching. "That felt good," I grinned. "I swear I''ll-" "Listen, just shut up for a second," I interrupted him. His face contorted, but I shook him and he closed his mouth with a click. "Really nice felkin family we met, their son has been missing for a week. Possibly nothing, possibly ran away I don''t know. But I figured you''d be able to find information better than we can. Can you do it?" He pushed me away and turned to Sereza. "Give me everything you know about the kid and the family. Even if you think its useless." I backed away and drew both their attention. "Cyrus?" they both asked. "I have a meeting with the healer''s guild. So I''ll leave you to it." "Oh, uh hey, Cyrus?" Sereza asked. "Yeah?" "Thank you." I grinned. "Of course." "Hey! I''m the one helping here. Don''t be giving him all the praise!" Sereza''s eyes widened and we shared a look. "I wouldn''t have pegged you for a praise kink, but given your family history, it makes sense," I said, deadpanned. IIsaac threw a dagger at me that harmlessly bounced off the wall as I slipped away.. Once I closed the door behind me and breathed in the fresh air outside, I lost my smile and glared at the lower ring. Mana rushed through my channels, and I willed it to connect to my skill. Galarion formed as a stream of swirling colors that stretched toward my ear and dived into my mind. "Ready? You know what to do?" I asked as I started moving down the mountain. "Yes!" he cheered. "Devour tasty, tasty memories!" Chapter 7: A Peacock I slid through the crowd and made my way into the market. It wasn''t hard to retrace the path Sereza led me. I swerved around back to the hidden entrance and activated the enchantment. Once the passage slid open, I stepped through. "Sereza? That you?" Ernor called from upstairs. After tossing back my hood I waited. "Sereza? You can''t come in and not announce yourself. That''s ru-oh!" Ernor froze. "Cyrus?" "Sup. Sorry about sneaking in," I said. "Uhm, no problem. What''s up? Did you want to place another order?" he asked as he relaxed and leaned against the wall. "Has your brother not come home yet?" His smile dropped. "No. The little shit is going to get his ass beat for making mother and father worry." "Sereza said you went to the one family, the rivals of yours. Nothing from them?" "No, not a bit. But I know they have something to do with it. The fucker Ergen sounded too smug." His shoulders tensed and he snarled. "Angry. But facade. Is scared for his brother," Galarion whispered. "Hey," I said. "No delving into people''s minds that we like. Not unless I give permission." "Not diving, skimming the surface. Open thoughts!" he argued. I shook my head. I''d deal with Galarion another time. For now, it helped. "Need you to trust me for a bit. If you can, can you give me one of your weapons? Preferably broken, dinged up, or rusted," I said. "I-I whut?" He crossed his arms. "Why?" "I can''t tell you, but I''m trying to help. Can you do that or not? If you want, I can give you my spear as collateral." He blinked slowly and hummed. "The beautiful one you showed last time?" "I wouldn''t call it beautiful, but yeah." "Let me study it for a day and you got yourself a deal. Can take more than a weapon if you want. Just uh, don''t tell Father." "Don''t tell me what, boy?" Daergo bellowed as he slapped his son with his tail. "What schemes ye be running in my forge?" Ernor glared. "Cyrus wants a broken weapon." "Broken?" he grumbled. Daergo stared at my face and frowned. "Why would you want something broken? A crafter might think that an insult." "Intrigued, suspicious, but happy!" Galarion chimed. I shrugged. "I''m trying to help, but I can''t tell you how. I don''t want to implicate you in case I get in trouble." "Cyrus. What are-" "No. Don''t ask. Either I find what I''m looking for or not." Daergo grumbled something to himself and gestured for me to follow. He led us to the forge proper and searched around in one of the barrels tucked to the side. "Usually it''s scrap metal. These things are too tarnished to repair and sell. Not unless we wanted to be ridiculed. Now let''s see..." he moved to another barrel and nearly dived headfirst before popping out with a sword. "This''ll do. Not broken, but it''s half melted. The sheath is crap too." He tossed and I snatched it out of the air. I pulled it from its sheath, the thing threatening to come apart at the seams. "Ugly ain''t it. The adventurer who sold it to us got into a fight with a slime. But the craftsmanship is shoddy at best. An amateur probably below their first dozen," Daergo explained. "Rougher than any I ever made. The crossguard is uneven." Thwack! "Don''t forget how long it took you to create a dagger, boy." The two glared at each other, and I summoned Chomperz. He appeared and stopped at eye level. "Yeah?" Galarion wiggled, his tentacles feeling like cold streaks across my brain. "Worried!" Chomperz leaned in close. I looked up, and he extended a claw and shoved it through my head. Galarion yelped, like someone falling onto a wall of windchimes, before Chomperz took his hand out. "I''m sorry, I''m sorry!" Chomp! He sucked in the sword and dived back into my chest. I rubbed my sternum and frowned. That was weird. "Cyrus?" Ernor asked. "Yeah?" "Are you okay?" "Peachy. Here, I''ll come back for it tomorrow," I said as I summoned my spear. I sent a flicker of mana into the shaft before tossing it. As he extended his arm to catch it, it twisted, curving around his wrist. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "Ernor! Why are you taking his spear?" Daergo demanded. He looked concerned, his eyes widened. But I didn''t need Galarion to tell me his thoughts. I could see the hungry look in his eyes. "Ah, uh. Cyrus agreed to let us study his spear for the sword." "You idiot!" he shouted. Daergo turned and bowed. "My apologies, Cyrus. My son is overzealous. You can have your spear. I trust in you to return the favor for the sword." This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. "What''s the issue? To be honest, I''m not sure why examining it is beneficial to you anyway," I asked. Daergo glared until Ernor sighed and untangled his hand. The mana had run out, and the spear stood straight. "Beyond copying the spear''s design, which isn''t that impressive. It''s the chance to study the enchantments." "As if you''re good enough to copy a dungeon item!" Daergo snorted. "Rift, actually. Was part of my reward for completing it." I must have said the magic words because their eyes grew even bigger. Ernor''s tail actually wagged. "Cyrus, my apologies. Take it back." I stepped away. "Tomorrow. Enjoy. If you''re looking for the enchantment itself, it''s near the top where the flesh connects to the bone. And the second enchantment is embedded just above that, running vertically from the tip." They stopped and stared at each other. Ernor checked the spear and scoured the top with his fingers until he stopped where I knew the enchantments were. "Are you certain, sir?" Daergo whispered. A small piece of flint appeared in my hand and I flicked it at his head. It bounced off, and his eyes crossed in confusion as he looked down. "Cut the sir nonsense." "Of course! But if you need any kind of work done, just ask!" "Before I go, can you give me the directions to the family you mentioned earlier?" "Why? Wait, is this why you needed a broken weapon? What are you planning?" Ernor asked as he delicately gave the spear to his father. "We''ll see." They both frowned at my response, but Ernor gave me the directions. It was closer to the noble district but that didn''t surprise me; from the snippets I learned of the family, they were well-established. I said goodbye and left through the exit. I waited until the crowd parted and nobody was looking before leaving. Time to have some fun. ---------- Before I entered the store, I ducked between an alleyway and switched my clothes. I was wearing my black hoodie before and while it looked nice, it wasn''t the same as the brilliant blue of the Sturmrorex set. I marveled at how amazing the storm clouds and the winding dragon looked in the sunlight. Should pay her a visit after I get paid. Could use some pajamas. I puffed my chest, imitating the peacocks in the square. Missing something. Every strand of hair was immaculate, and my clothes were appropriately bright and well-fitted. As I raised my chin, I glared at the reflection. Now it''s perfect. I looked like an asshole with too much money and not enough fucks to give. "Ready?" I asked. "Ready!" Galarion cheered. With far too much anger, I pushed the door open and stepped into the white building. Blue metal lined the walls while the marble floor glistened with polish. I could feel the enchantments running through the place, a not-so-insignificant amount of mana radiating from the walls and floor. There was nobody else in the shop, just an elf behind the counter. She summoned a clipboard to her hand and smiled. Her green hair was done up in a bun, while her uniform had no creases. The glasses were made of gold and matched the dark-blue and gold outfit. "Greetings, sir. Welcome to Wintress Emporium. How may I serve?" she greeted, her voice bubbly and polite. I raised my chin and took the time to observe the first floor. It was lined with displays locked in glass cubes. Instead of weapons and armor, as I expected, they were metal ingots of varying materials; no two displays were the same. "We''ll see about that," I half-snarled. By the gods, I feel dumb. The receptionist didn''t miss a beat and bowed. "Of course, sir. I can assure you we will do our utmost best to please." "Annoyed, but intrigued. Cautious and excited!" Galarion said. Well, it''s a start. "Who''s the forgemaster of this establishment? I don''t have time to deal with you." Her smile remained steady. "That would be Master Riven. Unfortunately, he''s busy at the moment. But I could introduce you to his apprentice if you would like." "An apprentice? Really? That''s the best you have? Ugh. You''re no better than those other felkins." "My apologies, sir," she said before stopping. I sensed the mana ring through the necklace hidden under her collar. Her demeanor remained the same, but there was a minute difference in her eyes. "Ah, sir. Master Riven has agreed to see you personally. If you would follow me, I''ll lead you to him." I grunted, scrunching my nose in disdain. "Fine. Let''s get on with this." She nodded and headed up the stairs. I followed a few feet behind, observing her movements. It was hard to tell but she moved gracefully, each step balancing her weight despite the high heels. That and her steps have no sound. "Galarion. Master Riven. Scour his thoughts; don''t hold back but make sure you''re undetected. And no devouring! Not yet." He grumbled and I could hear him pout, but I pushed it to the back of my thoughts and observed the second floor. Here was where they sold real stuff. Scattered throughout the floor in neat but random placements were sets of armor and weapons of various sizes. Nothing too fancy, but the craftsmanship was of high quality. "Not the worst," I remarked after turning my head away from the display. "Of course, sir. This is only the second floor. Enchanted goods are for floor three and above." "And what floor are we heading to?" "Floor five," she smiled. "Master Revin enjoys the scenery" Each floor was different and true to her word, the overall quality improved. By floor five, I was thoroughly impressed. These people had just about anything you''d need. Floor five was different. It lacked the displays of the others and instead expanded into a massive workshop where three people worked. Each person had a pair of people in similar uniforms to the receptionist, but they had an apron and stood at attention to the side. Apprentices? She led me past the workshop and to the side. There wasn''t a door but a large, entirely black wall. I couldn''t detect mana from it, creating a dead zone inside the building. She stopped and placed her palm on the wall''s surface. Mana rushed from her feet and not her hand. Diversion. The door opened, and a wave of cool air rushed out. She stepped to the side and bowed. "Thank you, Arrana. You may return to your post," rumbled an older voice. It contained power, a deep, bassy tone, yet it sounded refined, and controlled. Arrana turned and left, leaving me standing in front of the room as the cold air continued to gush out. "Do come in." There was an empty room. "He''s inside! I can taste his thoughts! Curious, cautious. Intrigued!" I raised my chin higher and stepped through. As soon as I passed through the doorway, the illusion fell away and left me in a surprisingly warm room. It was more surprising to see the flames swirling around the ceiling and dripping down the walls. The floor was smooth white metal and not on fire. "Would you like a drink?" Revin asked. After sitting down, I examined the desk. It wasn''t an office table, more like a parlor room covered in neat documents or little nick-nacks. Revin himself sat nearest to the window, where sunlight streamed in. He looked middle-aged, with salt-and-pepper hair, a well-kept beard, and manicured eyebrows. He was dressed in a plain black shirt that reached up and covered his neck. Bulky but not too muscular, he stared with brown eyes and raised a bottle. I regarded him coolly, toning down the arrogance. There was enough mana in the room to prickle at my skin, and I sensed the patches of enchantments from every corner of the room. Revin himself sported several items on his person that radiated protective magic of some kind. But he didn''t have protection from Galarion. Nobody suspected a mind-magic user to be so bold. "I''m not here to drink," I stated. He shrugged and poured golden liquid into a metal cup. The bottle disappeared, and he took a deep sip. "So what brings you here, ah?" He paused. "Cyrus." He smiled. "So what brings you here, Cyrus? What do you require of my emporium?" I raised my hand over the table. As I tried to summon the sword, I felt resistance. I snorted and powered through it, and the sword appeared. If Riven was surprised by the overpowering of his enchantments, he didn''t show up. He has displayed an annoying level of calm so far. His hand flowed with white steel, coating his fingers like a glove. He poked at the sheath with one finger and frowned as the leather peeled apart. The melted metal poked out, and his frown deepened. "This is an awful blade. It''s of pathetically low quality. I certainly hope this is not why you''re here." The metal receded and his face soured. "It is," I grunted. He squared his shoulders and I tisked. "My servant was sent to fetch a blade, a spare, I did not care. What he returned with was this shoddy thing. Nearly cost me my life." "I see," he said. "Even more curious! Less suspicious." Galarion added. Alright, let''s see how he reacts to this. "The fool was sentimental, said he met a family of felkins and thought I would feel happy to support their business. Utterly reprehensible. This was all they offered, and when I confronted them they shooed me away. The gall!" He smiled and nodded his head sympathetically. "I know of this family. I did not know that their quality was this terrible. Reprehensible indeed." Here we go. "They gave some pathetic excuse about their son and shut the door in my face! Not only did they try to kill me, but to insult my honor?" He continued to nod. "Galarion?" "Surprise. Worry, but happiness. He''s glad the felkin is taken care of." "Taken care of?" "Yes!" "Continue diving. We''ll feed you delicious memories after we''re done." "On it!" Chapter 8: Mission Complete: Stolen Memories My eyes narrowed but I sneered at the wall as if thinking about the dishonor to my name. "Those idiots should be punished, but I am pressed for time," I grumbled. "Of course. I''m not one to speak bad about my competitors, but I am more than happy to see a customer come my way." Alright, throw in the hook. I turned and examined him, smiling but not too much. "Good. If you can provide me with equipment anywhere near the level that my friends own, I''ll be more than satisfied. Especially after I return to that disgusting shop and show them what true craftsmanship looks like." "Insulted. But happy. There''s... a memory. It''s so tasty..." Galarion slurred. "No eating! Not until I see it," I admonished. My all-too-hungry mind-squid pouted, but he dived back in. "Excited about opportunity. Curious about friends. Happy that plan is falling into place." "Well, Cyrus. We shouldn''t make you wait. What are we looking for? If it''s another sword, I have some of the finest crafts in our emporium," Revin said. He transitioned into a salesman talk, but he kept the easy smile on his face as he sipped more of the alcohol in his cup. "Doesn''t expect you to be happy about the offer. Wants information about Master. Tasty poison!" My eye twitched. I expected the stream of thoughts to be a little jumbled. And if he wanted me to play it up, then he''d get his wish. I channeled my inner peacock and stood up. "Pre-made? Really? That''s the kind of insult you''d throw at me? I thought you were a man of promise! It seems I''ve made a mistake coming here. I''ll make sure to tell Broken Tower to avoid this place." "Ah! Sir Cyrus, I apologize. I meant no insult. Especially to one part of such an esteemed group. But is it true? You''re friends with Broken Tower?" "I''d advise you not to insult me by questioning my relationships." Galarion bounced around, growing bored. "Something about big fish. Careful approach. And stronger poison." Master Revin bowed before folding his hands. "You''re right. So then, what may I help provide?" I sat back down reluctantly, hesitating before adjusting and uncrossing my arms. "While I desire a sword, I prefer a caster. Short, easy to use. One that leaves my fingers free while I can use my skills. The other shop had some, but the efficiency was abysmal." Revin finished his drink and stared out the window. It was a weird shift compared to earlier, but I played along and waited. Eventually, he reached over and poured another glass before summoning a white crystal and a piece of parchment. He placed his hands on the crystal and sent mana into the ring of gold embedded in the center. A beam of light shot into the air and stopped above head height. A flat plane of transparent blue came into existence. He channeled more mana into the device, and images appeared in 3D. It displayed a glove, a wand, and a staff. They spun in full view and Revin gestured to the models. "We can start with the base options. A staff is bigger and easier to enchant. The mana core is mounted on the top of the staff while the channels are carved throughout the shaft. But it''s the most unwieldy of the options. The wand is the middle ground. Smaller, more flexible. But its size limits the enchantments and the core. Generally, while a staff can have up to three, the wand would hold one, and doing more would require rare materials." "And the glove?" I snorted. He grinned and the other models fell away. "The best design if you want to be truly hands-free. Its size depends on you, but we can inlay around two enchantments. Anymore and you risk ruining the material." "And the mana capacity?" "That''s the best part. Because of its design, it is usually best to install smaller cores instead of a central core. You''ll have a higher capacity for mana but smaller than what a staff would have." The other models reappeared and he waited patiently. I tapped the armrest and pretended to give a damn. It was fascinating, but if I had to get something made I didn''t want it from him. I guess I''ll use my last bait. I tapped the table, and a single crystal appeared. It was orange and warm to the touch. The same material that was used in Zharia''s nest. "Ooh. Interest. New material, wants more." If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. A small smile spread, and I showed my fangs. "Before I left, I spotted this on their table. The idiots tried to sell me it before I tore into them about the sword." I slid it over and he carefully grasped it. He turned it around and even sniffed it before placing it back on the table. "Do you mind if I run some tests?" "If you must," I quipped. "But this is the only one I have. The idiot went on and on about new material from a rare dungeon. I''d like you to use this if it''s good enough." Galarion tapped my head. "New memory. Thoughts about felkin kid. Ways to get more information. Interrogation." Gotcha. I kept my cool and stood up. Revin blinked in surprise and I sighed. "I must go. I''ll return in a few days. If the material is good, I''d like you to find more for the caster. Can you handle that?" Revin stood up and extended a hand. "It would be my pleasure. Have a good day, Cyrus." Instead of grasping his wrist, I grasped his hand and placed my second atop his. "Good day, Riven." I released his hand and left. "Is he staring at me?" I asked. "Yes," Galarion bubbled. He sounded bored and disappointed. I sighed and waited until I exited the building. The receptionist smiled and said something, but I tuned her out and kept walking until I made it back to the Lightcrest manor. The gates opened with the familiar chimes, and I slipped inside and collapsed on the couch. "Alright, Galarion. Let''s see those memories," I grumbled. "Cyrus?" Igas asked as he walked in. I sat up. "Oh, hello." He grunted and sat down, filling out the chair as he settled in. "Who''s Galarion?" I tapped my head and opened my palm. Galarion slipped out with a rainbow wrapped around his neck. "Galarion, this is Igas. Igas meet Galarion, my astral familiar and newest skill," I explained. Galarion waved. "Hello! Feed me your memories!" I flattened him between my palms and sighed. "Sorry, he''s adjusting." Galarion pushed my hands apart, but he was now upside down and hanging from my fingers. "Willingly feed me your memories!" Igas leaned closer but kept his hands away. "Cyrus. Is that a..." "Astral spirit, for my astral mental skill. Yep. And full disclosure, I''m pretty sure I just did something very illegal." His eyes hardened and he leaned back. "What did you do?" I thought of an embarrassing memory where I forgot to strip the bark from a branch during the first few days in Inoria. The cut I had on my ass was not something I needed in the mind vault. "Here, eat up," I said as I poked Galarion''s jiggly head. He laughed and harmlessly munched on my finger as I tossed him back into my skull. "Tasty!" Igas shook his head and crossed his arms. "Spill. If it''s not too bad we can hide it, but Teddy wouldn''t approve." "Well, first of all. I did it for a good cause." "That''s what they all say," he growled. I shrugged. "Felkin family, nice people. Dad, mom, two sons. Youngest son has been missing since before we left for Helio. Suspected a different family, competitors of doing something." "And?" "I grabbed a cheap sword, puffed myself up like those dumbasses in the square and got a talk with the head dude. Can''t say I feel bad for scraping his mind. I was about to look into the memories Galarion acquired before you walked in." "Cyrus. Define acquired." Galarion popped out, jiggling around as he waved his arms like an inflatable-tube man. "Copied!" Galarion returned and I smiled. "There''s your answer." He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes as he leaned back. "Who else knows you have a mind skill? Especially an astral one?" "Teddy''s parents. The head woman at the healer''s guild. And now you." "That''s better I think. I can never tell with them. Good that you''re putting it to good use rather than espionage. But you need to tell the others." "Planned on it over dinner. Can I access the memories now?" "Fine," he groaned. He summoned a pillar of ice and broke off ice cubes with a tap before tossing them into the air, where they landed in his open mouth. Oh, he''s crunching. Apparently, a mind familiar is stressful. I chuckled and closed my eyes. Galarion had the memory ready, presented in the soulspace like a shiny bauble. He reluctantly handed it over, and I tossed it down my throat. The memory played like a murky screen where the image blurred at the edges. I walked through the underground facility. The goons in the corner glared with teasing smiles. Idiots. My guards unleashed their skills and sent them scurrying. They were rats, but they had their uses. Grey building, nondescript, embedded into the wall. The guard opened the door and I stepped inside and followed the puppet guide to the cell room. Foolish kid. Thought he could barge in, and shit on the reputation of the emporium. He looked miserable. Pathetic and broken. Almost enough to pity. But that''s the game. The memory ended and I tasted the tingle of something sharp on my tongue that faded away. It was confirmed. The kid was definitely Daergo''s son. Felkin, sharing gray-dusty skin. He looked decently built, most likely from time in the forge. Galarion held up the second memory, and I knocked it back. Again, my consciousness sank, and I became someone else. The kid was resilient. Too tough for his own good. His words were lies. It had to be. The stupid felkins could never afford prime material. But just in case... I snapped, and the rat extended his fingers into the cage. The kid screamed as the water pelted his skin. It reopened wounds, and blood dripped down. Maybe I went too far... The kid screamed, but despite another round of questioning, he had nothing else to offer. Fine. Lock him in a comfy cell. There was no use killing the kid. Might as well find a way to leverage him in the future. The rat practically stomped their feet, all prissy about not being able to torture someone. And they were supposed to be a non-hostile gang. At least I no longer needed their services after the tournament. I snapped back to reality and reached out and booped Galarion''s avatar. As I opened my eyes, Igas crunched on a thick cube the size of his thumb and quirked an eyebrow. Now that everything was said and done. I melted into the chair and summoned some food. "Cyrus?" I summoned him some fries and tossed them over. "Looks like I was right. The bastard had something to do with the kid''s kidnapping." "How bad?" he said between fries. The sauce splattered his chin, but he froze it off and ate the chunk. "Where are we sending Isaac?" Anger. A seething rage swelled and curled inside my chest before I crushed it and tossed it back. I blinked at Igas, who glared. He clenched his teeth and slowly exhaled. "What?" I asked. "You just... Nevermind. You need to practice aura control with Teddy when you can," he grumbled. "I can''t believe I sympathize with Isaac. I owe him a drink." Okay. "Anyway. I was right. And I recognize the outfit of the people holding him." "Who?" "The same assholes who tried to extort Isaac for information. Long red gash, all black attire." Igas stopped and his eyes widened. He looked to the left, where I had already sensed the rogue''s approach. "Those bastards," Isaac snarled. Chapter 9: No Need Isaac snarled as he stared at the wall. Surprisingly, seeing his anger elicited the opposite reaction in me. Now that I did the dirty work and was relaxing in a chair, the more I felt a headache come on. I did my part, helped figure out where the boy was held, and that he was alive. But I didn''t feel content. A small part of me raged at the knowledge, while another wanted nothing more than to desperately take a nice hot bath. "Isaac," I said, drawing the rogue''s attention. "Don''t even think about it. I''ll handle it from here. You are not allowed inside the Underground," he growled. I shrugged. "Works for me." He stopped, as did Igas. The pair looked at each other and then frowned. "It does?" Igas questioned. "I got the information and lost nothing in return. I trust in your judgment," I stated. Again, they shared a look and the headache worsened. Screw this. "Galarion?" He bubbled to life, begrudgingly tearing himself away from his feast. "Yes?" "Here, can you take my headache away?" Galarion spread his tentacles throughout my head? Mind? One of the two. He grabbed something and he paused. "I can, you sure?" "Go ahead. Don''t take away any memories, though." He bubbled happily and went devouring. The headache disappeared and I sighed in relief. A hand clasped my shoulder and I looked up. Isaac stared at me strangely. "Cyrus?" he asked. "Yeah?" I said as I slowly leaned away. "Are you okay?" "Peachy. Oh, I guess Igas told me to tell you about my latest summon." Galarion hopped out and waved as he bounced down to my nose before snapping back into my head. Isaac''s eye twitched, but he remained silent until he looked at Igas. "Strange, but not that insane. What am I missing?" he asked. I tapped my chin, pretending to think, finding myself enjoying the teasing. "It''s probably the fact that Galarion is an astral familiar. Oh, and the information I acquired was because I used him to copy the forgemaster''s memories." Isaac''s jaw dropped. I stood up and patted his shoulder. "Don''t worry. I''m off to do nice things at the healer''s guild. Teddy''s parents hooked me up, so I guess I''ll go repent or something along the lines." "But-" "And thanks for agreeing to handle the kidnapping problem. Whatever you can find out by tomorrow would be helpful. I promised to return to his family if I discovered anything so..." "Cyrus?" Igas said as he stood up and tapped Isaac''s chin, forcing him to close his jaw. "Are you sure? No more illegal activities?" "I just said I''m going to the healer''s guild. So don''t worry." They didn¡¯t look satisfied with my answer, but I didn¡¯t stick around to assuage their concerns. I waved and exited the manor for the second time. Isaac would likely blab about Galarion, but that was fine. He was never meant to be a secret. Still, I kept my face neutral as I parsed through my emotions. They felt weird but not wrong. I worried for Lezka, but until Isaac did whatever he was supposed to do, there wasn''t much room for me to help. At least I can finally sit down and learn from somebody powerful again. I made my way down the mountain and enjoyed the sights. I was technically already late for the meeting, so being a little more late wouldn''t hurt things. ---------- "You''re late," Syrreisha said. She drummed her fingers along the nearby desk and frowned. "Sorry. I was caught up helping somebody," I apologized. Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. She lost some of her sternness and stopped the drumming. "That''s a better excuse than most. Was it worth it?" Syrreisha led me into a different room that I hadn''t been in before and closed the door. The room was divided into three parts. One part was a small lounge with a comfortable couch and a few chairs. The other third was positioned near a window large enough to expose the outside gardens and let in the daylight. The last was a partition near the lounge, hiding a desk and a large chair fit for a king. "I found out somebody was kidnapped through some potentially unethical ways, but at least someone can plan a rescue mission now." She froze and let the curtain she was drawing slip. As she turned around I tested the cushioning of the couch. Nowhere near as nice as Cal''s. "You certainly live an adventurer''s life, don''t you." I smiled mirthlessly. "Whether I want to or not." Syrreisha cleared her throat and finished closing the blinds. "Normally, we''d prefer leaving the curtains open. Most patients found the daylight soothing, as well as the sight of the flowerbeds. But for today, we''ll keep them closed." "Will it affect the patient''s outcome?" "No. If this was an extended session for one to work out their feelings and memories, perhaps. But for today, I lined up a string of veteran adventurers who would love nothing more than to rid themselves of foul memories." "And that''s okay? It''s not better for them to work it out themselves?" She smiled as she summoned a tea set and a tray of cookies. "I''m glad you are asking these questions. But to answer you, I''d normally never allow it. The only reason I am is to help train you and because of your summon''s gentleness. As for the patients themselves, most have lived their lives. They have long since returned to normal function, but like a bad scar, it''s always there. For them, it would not hinder them from removing the memories." It made sense. I wasn''t about to judge someone for what they did. Assuming what Syrreisha said was true, the people would be adults, fully capable of making their own choices. "So, how will this go?" "Usually, I''d take on someone steeped in medical knowledge, preferably a decade''s worth of anatomical knowledge along with medicinal alchemy. But for what we are doing, it''ll be unneeded." I stood up and walked over to the tea cups she had poured. It smelled fruity, like a warm apple mixed with peach and cinnamon. "You know. I only showed you Galarion, but he isn''t my only summon." She raised her teacup and inhaled deeply before quirking her eyebrow. "Impressive. But I take it that Galarion is your only astral familiar?" I nodded. "Yeah. But I do have a healing skill, and while Galarion is happy to devour anything I can feed him, he''s not a healing type of spirit." "You have me intrigued," she said after sipping at the tea. I tasted my own. Sweet. It wasn''t my favorite blend, but it was damn good. And just perfect for a certain little fairy. Mana thrummed to life, and I sent the threads into Verdant Healer. ¨¢ine appeared and booped my nose. I chuckled and held up the cup and saucer, letting her sit on the rim to dip her fingers into the golden liquid. "Good," she whispered. I raised the cup and presented her to the head healer. "This is ¨¢ine. A nature spirit connected to my healing skill, Verdant Healer." Syrreisha leaned forward and waved. "Is the tea to your liking, little spirit?" To my surprise, ¨¢ine stood up and hovered in front of the woman. She slowly turned and spun around her head until she landed on the saucer. I watched and blinked in surprise as Syrreisha''s eyes widened. "I thank you for the compliment. I do enjoy the smell. If you prefer, I have juice, it''s usually favored by younger patients of mine." ¨¢ine nodded, and a new cup was produced with a liquid far too neon to find appetizing. The purple liquid sloshed, and ¨¢ine reached a hand into the cold cup. "Truly?" Syrreisha beamed. "I''m glad you like it. I can give your master a bottle before we finish." I sat the cup down and watched ¨¢ine straddle both cups as she dipped a hand into each. "Did I miss something?" Syrreisha straightened out and fixed her collar. "Nothing of interest. But if you want to branch into normal healing, we run a charity day on the weekends. For those who can''t afford higher healing costs, come here to fix their ailments or relieve them of troubles." "How busy is it usually?" "Very," she said sternly. "There are never enough healers for the problems people encounter. And while there are a few generous souls who work for free, it''s exhausting work." "I see." She smiled and waved to the fairy before sipping the rest of her tea. "And healing people can be a tricky thing. Most who come on those days are too malnourished to afford to rebuild their body. Skills take their toll, and it isn''t just the user who pays the price." I waited until she finished her cup before summoning a carving knife I kept on hand for cooking food. She cocked her head and I raised my arm. ¨¢ine glared from across the room. "Sorry, but it¡¯s the easiest way to prove your effectiveness." She crossed her arms and I could feel disapproval dripping through the link, but she didn''t disagree. With a shrug, I stabbed into my arm and sliced downward, exposing my flesh. Blood gushed as I nicked the artery and ground my teeth to distract from the pain. It was a clean cut, and a really sharp knife. But it still stung. ¨¢ine flew over and landed on my bicep as she slapped her hands down. The scent of flowers filled my nose and I moved my arm slowly as the skin repaired itself and the bleeding stopped. When it was finished, she hopped off and went back to her drinks. "Thank you," I sent the fairy. I flexed my repaired arm and waited. Syrreisha approached and held out her palm. "May I?" "Go ahead," I shrugged. She gripped my arm and felt around, tracing the cut. When she closed her eyes, mana pulsed in a wave that sharpened into a fine needle that pierced my arm. It didn''t hurt, as the skill wasn''t an attack, but she pulled away a moment later and smiled. "Remarkable skill. Not only did it heal your wound, it did so flawlessly. And it generated new blood. Not all of it, not enough to replace what you lost, but that''s more than most." "As far as I know, ¨¢ine''s healing has never inflicted the same problems you run into using health potions. And she sometimes helps me in training to remove the wear and tear from training." Syrreisha shook her head. "Usually a bad thing. You want your muscles to regrow and adapt. Magically healing them can remove that process and skip repairing them or returning your body to a past state where you were whole." "Yeah. She doesn''t do that. I wasn''t this muscular a few months ago." Granted, I had abs and was pretty lean when I got my new body, but I wouldn''t have been able to keep up with Eodyne in running practice if I hadn''t built myself up. "Truly?" I nodded. "Then we can set up time for working with that skill as well. Not today, as I have already selected what can fit into my schedule, but I''d be more than happy to work with you." "Sounds perfect. So what happens now? If we''re skipping the knowledge and getting to work, are we diving straight into taking someone''s memories?" "We are helping someone who is seeking aid. But no, we have something else important to do first. You especially." "Uh, what''s that?" She went to the desk and waved her hand. A steaming metal bucket, a rag, and a bar of soap that smelled like antiseptics dropped onto the tabletop. Syrreisha pointed to the pool of pinkish blood by my feet. "First things first. You are to clean the mess you made." I sighed and got to scrubbing. At least the soap made cleaning things up easy. Chapter 10: Dark Thoughts, Bad Memories "Come in," Syrreisha chimed. The room was enchanted, and her voice would inform the person by the door to enter. Sitting behind the curtain that served as a visual and audible barrier I watched as Syrreisha clasped her hands and waited for the burly man to shut the door. Once he did, more enchantments came to life. He grunted and dipped his head. The long braided beard reached his chest and poofed up but he didn''t react. "How are you doing, Loregg?" Loregg was a short man, a few inches above my height. He sported meaty hands with a long red tattoo crawling up his sleeveless arms. He wore a simple tunic, dark green that made his fiery hair pop. Notably, his eyes were rust, and normal. Outside of the generic appearance, he looked hale and healthy. But then he raised his arm and I saw the fear that crossed his eyes. It came and went as quick as his breath and he shook Syrreisha'' hand before retracting his arm and keeping it to the side, just slightly behind himself. "Enough with the pleasantries," he grunted. "You said I could finally be free of this curse?" Syrreisha nodded. She motioned for the couch and continued to smile even as the man nearly pushed her out of the way. She turned and stared at the curtain and gave a sympathetic smile, though I know it wasn''t aimed at me. There wasn''t much information I had on the guy. Syrreisha wanted me to experience a patient without knowing their troubling history, as I wasn''t technically read in. And while the patients gave consent, it was an extra step. For now, I knew he was an ex-adventurer. One who ran with the same party for well over a dozen years before they had an accident. Dungeon dive, and getting trapped in the lowest depths during the last day of the month. Syrreisha didn''t give me the details, but it wasn''t hard to guess at the outcome. Now he worked as a smith''s assistant and helped craft metal tools and other knick knacks. Loregg sat on the chair but he looked as comfortable as a baby on a barstool. He leaned from side to side before punching the cushion to stabilize himself. His other arm remained limp, almost forgotten until his eyes changed to slate-gray. The flash came and went. He bit his lip while grumbling to himself. Syrreisha sat on the opposite chair and poured him a cup. He took it, and drank deep. But if the healer cared, she didn''t show it. As soon as he presented the cup again, she took it and set it aside. "Alright woman. I''ve done your rituals. Can we get this done? I got work in the forge to do," he complained. "I would advise against returning to work after this, but what you do outside this office is up to you," she said calmly. She pulled out a contract and set it on the table between them. "Before we begin you will be signing this as we agreed." He narrowed his eyes but opened his mouth. His teeth became silver and he bit down on his thumb, tearing a small gash along its surface. Silently, he squeezed fat droplets of gray blood onto the contract before Syrreisha added her own. Loregg flinched and growled as he rubbed his chest, while the healer remained calm and unmoving. "Damn contracts..." he muttered. With the contract in place, she stood up and conjured a small cloth made of yellow gauze. She then activated a skill and mana flared to life. It was strong, vibrant. I imagined the roots of several flowers holding steady as the flowers grew to the skies. The mana felt comforting, and steady. An emerald-green vine sprang from the ground and grew fat and heavy before it curved. After a few seconds it settled into the loose form of a chair with golden flowers decorating its sides.. Waves of energy dripped from the flowers and created a faint shimmer. Loregg stood up and eyed the thing but sat down and braced his arms along the rests. His feet were lifted and supported by fat leaves before one of the flowers hung lower and coated him in golden lights. "As I said in the letter I sent. You are the first. I''ll be monitoring you throughout the procedure but I cannot promise complete safety. Do you-" Metal fingers bent the vine, as he gnashed his teeth. "If you can take away even a fraction of the curse. Then I''ll gladly sacrifice whatever you need. Don''t baby me!" She sighed and looked at the curtain. "Very well." He snatched the gauze blindfold and secured it around his eyes. The enchantments activated lining themselves in bright-white lines. He instantly calmed. I tapped my skull. Galarion leaked out and landed on my palm with a wave of neon tentacles. "Ready?" I asked. "Delicious memories!" he replied. "Only take what was given. And go slow. I wanna see the process." He deflated but perked right up and extended his tentacles. During the small exchange, he kept himself confined. He could have read Loregg''s mind, but we promised to be on our best behavior and not commit anymore crimes. "You may begin," Syrreisha instructed, having closed her eyes and extending her hand above Loregg''s head. She had an analyzing skill, so I knew she would try to glimpse the process like I planned to. Galarion hopped off my hand and glided through the air. He parted the curtain and elongated one of his tentacles until it touched the man''s forehead. As he activated his skill, I closed my eyes and probed with my senses. "Loregg. I want you to remember what you consider is a curse. Embrace the memory and think of only it. We want to help, this is what you wanted. Offer only that which you want forgotten." The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Loregg gnashed his teeth and his arm twitched in short bursts. Through the link, I knew Galarion was probing his mind but he held back. "Think of Alyo, Mirreo, and Vorster. Remember the dungeon. The monsters. That day that you despise. Embrace the pain and will it gone." "Mine!" Galarion shouted. And before I could tell him to slow down, Galarion''s mana churned and curved in a complex mixture of actions. He retracted his tentacle and bounced around before landing on my lap. "Can I eat now?" he begged. I frowned and booped his head. He flattened like a pancake and I rolled my eyes. "Not yet. Make a copy first. Then we''ll eat after Loregg leaves." Galarion pouted but complied. And I turned my senses to the man in question. His arms were shaking and he clutched the gauze around his eyes. Tears slipped down and drenched his shirt but they did not stop. Syrreisha placed a hand atop his chest and a wave of green-light flowed around him before entering his skin. He calmed and his breathing returned but he continued to cry. "I-I..." he tried before clearing his throat. "It''s gone. They are gone, I can''t remember their deaths!" "But you know they died?" Syrreisha probed. "Y-yes! Their funerals, I remember them clear as day. But their deaths! I know they died, but not how!" "You remember their names?" "Yes! Alyo, Mirreo, Vorster! I remember them all. Th-they are still with me." Syrreisha leaned closer and gently placed her hands around his ears. With a tug, the gauze came free, revealing blood-shot eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I would like to perform a few tests, to ensure that you are whole. Do you think you are up for that? Loregg?" He rubbed his eyes and combed his beard with his fingers. As he did, he stared at his arm and stopped. For a time he didn''t respond, unmoving and waiting. But no twitch. And Syrreisha waited patiently beside him. He slowly lowered his arm and breathed in deep before exhaling. "Aye. I can handle a few tests. But I have a request." "And what do you request?" He pointed to the curtain. "Whoever is back there, I... I want to thank them." Syrreisha frowned. "You remember the contract? The healer would like their anonymity." Loregg stood up. "Whoever you are, please. You have performed a miracle. I came here today, expecting another experiment to scrape away at the curse. To scrape! But you''ve done so much more. Please." He trembled. The once gruff man with flint in his eyes, shook as a single tear rolled down his cheek. Syrreisha touched a brooch on her cloak. "It is up to you." I watched the man, standing there with weak knees that looked ready to give out. This wasn''t what I expected I felt another headache begin. I thought about asking Galarion to help but I shook my head and summoned my mask. I changed it so it was all black with only white outlines for eyes. My horns were harder to hide, but I had a scarf that I wrapped around my head. It looked weird, and suspicious but the horns were hard to guess if you looked at it without knowing what lay underneath. Galarion slid behind my ears and through my skull while I parted the curtain and stopped. Better change my voice. I took on a gravelly pitch and nodded to the man. "There''s no need to thank me. I was performing my duty." Loregg nodded and combed his beard again. "Thank you." "Have a good day, Loregg," I said as I grabbed the curtain. But before I could pull it across and reactivate the enchantment, Loregg sprinted forward. Oof! His muscular arms wrapped around my chest and squeezed. My bones popped and he released me to dive into a deep bow. "Thank you. Truly." I refrained from exhaling and closed the curtain. Once the barrier was up and the enchantments came online, I exhaled and groaned. The dude was a lot stronger than he looked. Even with my passive boosting my body, he crushed it with one squeeze. Behind the curtain, Syrreisha had led him to the couch and chair while summoning a variety of instruments. A few I recognized as she had used them on Galarion the other day. Over the course of the next fifteen minutes, she ran him through a gamut of tests before leading him to the door and waving goodbye. Once shut she grinned and exhaled deeply. "Thank you, Cyrus. For helping him." I pushed through the curtain and collapsed on a chair. "I wasn''t expecting the hug, but I didn''t really do anything." She shook her head and offered me a cookie that I wolfed down before inhaling some fresh tea. "That may be the case, but you did not have to come here. So again, I thank you. And Galarion as well." I waved her off. "I literally signed up to do this. So whatever. How much longer until the next patient?" "About fifteen minutes." "Then excuse me. I''m going to view the memory." Her smile dropped and her shoulders lowered. "I don''t like the idea of copying someone''s memory. But I will accept it. All I ask is to please be careful. It would be a terrible fate to cure one patient only to create another." "No worries. Galarion has me covered." The squid extended a tentacle out of my forehead and gave Syrreisha a thumbs-up. I laughed and closed my eyes. "Ready?" I asked. "Here you go! Then I eat, right?" he said. "Yes. You can eat as soon as I start the memories." "Okay!" Before I could protest the memory slammed into my thoughts like a hammer and I played through the pseudo-dreamscape movie. The memory slowed. No supplies, no food or water, and no potions. The team were desperate, and hiding in a hidden corner while their enchantment was slowly failing. We have to get out. We need to get out now. They won''t like it, but if we stay, we''d die from another boss spawning in. An elf, and two humans. They were his team. From the failing of the enchantment that''s where the start of the wretched night began. They snuck their way up the sixth floor, battled and skirmished up the fifth. But the fourth floor held the first casualty. Loregg''s memories burned, and I could taste the blood and fear like sour slime. Alyo hurt. I have to save her. I need to. But we can''t leave, the damn mobs are guarding the exit! Mirreo and Vorster argued, but Alyo watched, her eyes glued to the hole. If only- Blood, a fountain that coated the walls and the rest of the team. The monster had slid through the crack, a form of slime monster that could slide through earth. Alyo was a goner, her body dropped. The crunching was visceral, as if it was next to my ear, while the slime chewed with teeth made of rocks. They defeated the monster. But only because Mirreo sacrificed himself in a frenzy that blew up the horde. Loregg''s memory was salty, drenched with tears, blood and sweat. The two snuck their way through the third floor and fought tooth and nail to make it into the safezone separating the second and first floors. But mobs had swelled and slime-knights using stone as armor blocked their paths. Loregg yelled at Vorster to retreat but it was too late. Before he could fight back, Vorster activated his skills and knocked Loregg aside. Blood. No! No! Vorster! The memory burned and Loregg''s rage stirred mine before I shoved it deep. I wanted to finish the memory. I had to. Vorster lost his left leg and right arm. He hopped and straddled one of the monsters and activated several skills. While it destroyed the monster, the other one attacked and cut him off his other limbs. Loregg activated his own skills and tried to save his friend, but again he was knocked away and the monster took Vortster''s head. Nooooo! The monster died, but not before more surged up the stairwell and forced Loregg back. He rushed for the exit, tears in his eyes. And yet it wasn''t the end even as he came upon the portal. Another horde waited before the exit, as the strongest clawed at the portal''s edges, pushing against the thick film of mana. Loregg snapped, his memory literally fractured as he rushed forward and tore them down. His arm became a weapon of death that was sandwiched between a monster''s jaws and was crushed as he cut down the final foe. As he collapsed and fell toward the exit, the memory stopped and I opened my eyes. "Cyrus? What''s wrong?" Syrreisha asked as she placed a hand on my chest. Mana came in waves and I felt my mind ease as my breathing slowed. I grasped for the tea and downed it until the taste went away. As I opened my eyes I leaned back and stared at the ceiling. "Cyrus?" she asked again. "Sorry. The memory... was intense." She refilled my cup and stood. "If we need to stop, I can-" I shook my head. "No." "Are you sure?" "Yes. Call the next one in. I''m ready." Syrreisha stood still and observed me before slowly nodding. "Alright. But we''ll stop the moment you call it off. Your health is just as important as theirs." I smiled and stepped behind the curtain. The memory replayed as fragments in my mind like a fading dream. But the feeling stayed. "You ready to continue, buddy?" Galarion hopped out and drooped down so his eyes were against mine. "Continue?" I rubbed his head and nodded. "Continue. Let''s help some people." Chapter 11: Rough Day I stopped at the gate and waited as the melodic chime played. It was comforting, and the door opened with Walter bowing at the threshold. "Welcome back sir, the others are waiting for you inside the dining room," Walter greeted. "Thank you, Walter. What are we having tonight?" He exited his bow and his eyes glowed brilliant gold. "Pasta." That wasn''t ominous at all... Walter shut the door and led the way. True to his word, everyone was seated around the table, including Sereza. She stood up as I entered and frowned. "You shouldn''t have done that," she said. I shrugged. "At least we know he''s alive." She scowled and leaned closer. "Are you okay?" "Thank you! Maybe he''ll listen to you!" Isaac shouted. I danced around the felkin and took my seat. Today''s plates were shaped like fish. Because why not. "Any plans on staging a rescue mission?" "Not yet," Isaac growled. "The gang has gone into hiding, as well as a few others and nobody has information." Anastasia leaned forward, her mana raging from behind her as her hair became a lighthouse of gold. "What''s going on?" Isaac froze, as did the others. "Mother. One of Sereza''s friends, their son, got kidnapped." Teddy explained. "And the rats are hiding in their holes?" "Yes," Teddy sighed. "They are. Our best bet is to go into the Underground and bust a few heads, but that''s not a good look." Nathan gripped his wife''s shoulder and frowned. "You know we''re banned, dear. We made a promise." Her hair stopped glowing and she turned her head. "We could break it." "Not this time." I shrugged. "Are you banned from the trading district?" Anastasia whipped around. "No. Why?" "Then you can probably beat the shit out of the guy whose memory I stole. Forgemaster Revin, the bastard acted like some mafia boss." To my surprise, the others winced while Anastasia grinned like the devil. "Mother, please don''t. We can handle this," Teddy begged. I pointed a fork as I reached for the silver platter in the center of the table. "Why? Wouldn''t it be better if your parents roughed the dude up and had him arrested?" "Cyrus," Isaac winced. "It''s never good to involve tier three''s with other tiers. Not for disputes like this." "Sounds like bullshit." "It''s the way of things. We maintain civility by not enforcing such tier disparity. It wouldn''t be good if a noble family is seen bullying another that''s lower tier." I removed the platter and stared at the literal minibucket of bright orange pasta. The sauce was cobalt blue but I recognized the vegetable, so it wasn''t that jarring. However, the meatballs were the size of eggs. The others continued to frown while I picked up the trowel and shoveled food onto my plate. Instead of answering Celenae, I turned to Teddy''s parents. "Sounds like dragonshit. I say have fun. Didn''t think the pair that was willing to crash a ship into a party would care about something like that." Anastasia licked her lips. "While normally true, we are under the crown''s eye. And we promised to behave for a while." The others collectively sighed and I bit down into a meatball. It was really good, as was the sauce. Mana crashed in waves and the nearby decorations on the wall moved on an unseen wind. The others stiffened, especially Sereza. "But," Anastasia declared. "You have three days. After that, we''ll have a nice talk with this Revin and settle the matter." The pasta is cooked perfectly. Walter''s a five-star chef. Isaac glared from across the table. I waved my fork and bit into another meatball. ''Look at what you did!'' he mouthed. With Anastasia calmed down, the others finally dug into their meal and began discussing how our days went. I tuned most of them out, I didn''t want to be rude but the memories from the day played through my mind. So many broken people with debilitating trauma, and I experienced them all. The worst was a woman named Allison. Just the brief glimpse at the bedroom and chains inside her memory stirred the gremlin inside its cage. Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. A bony tail gently tapped my sides and I brushed it away. "Cyrus? You sure you''re okay?" Sereza asked. "Mmm," I replied through another mouthful of pasta. "Maybe." "How was your day? Everyone''s shared but you." To my right, Teddy''s parents frowned and they silently picked at their food. I was planning on introducing Galarion officially, might as well. With a tap, and much to some awkward stares, Galarion woke from his post-food slumber and sprang to life. Literally. He bounced and squeezed out my forehead until he plopped onto the table with a splat. The others stared, while Celenae had her journal out. "Everybody, meet Galarion. If Isaac hasn''t explained it, this is how I got the information. Yes he''s an astral familiar. Yes he can devour memories as well as other things which include reading your mind. Well somewhat on that last part. And yes, I''ve explained thoroughly, certain rules he has to follow." Galarion stretched and was wearing a tentacle tophat of all things. It was adorable, but the others continued to stare with a little horror in their eyes as he floated into the air and twirled. "Hello! Master says I can''t devour your memories. But please feed me!" I snatched the glutton out of the air and glared. "We''ll work on this later." Sereza pointed an accusing finger. "You gained another slot? How? Why? Is this from your god?!" Huh? Eodyne leaned closer and mana activated, the wind carrying her voice so only I could hear it. "You haven''t told her your tier yet." Oh. In truth, there wasn''t really a reason to keep the information from her. I trusted Sereza, she fought to keep me alive on numerous occasions. But... I thought it''d be funny to show up with a tail one day. "Listen, by now you should understand that crazy shit happens around me," I teased. Sereza groaned and collapsed into her pasta as she ate with gusto. "Anyway," I chuckled. "This is Galarion, cute little dude. The astral plane was, well, hard to describe. I vaguely remember my brain melting, the world collapsing several times and then a spaghetti god took me to a private diner and we ate food together. He communicated in slurps and blurbles of his sauce bubbling." Celenae was furiously writing in her journal to the point one of the pens snapped and she summoned another. I enjoyed the small chaos while I downed the rest of my drink which tasted like pineapples for some reason. "Cyrus? How was your time with the healers guild?" Nathan asked between gulps. My smile dropped. "Honestly? Not bad, but I severely underestimated things." "You''re working at the healers guild? I can see ¨¢ine being a hit," Teddy said. "Mmm. I mentioned ¨¢ine and I might participate during charity day, but no. It was for Galarion." Igas choked on a meatball and thumped his chest till it went down. "You''re using Galarion to heal people?!" "Yep," I said. "Apparently he''s uniquely capable of deleting memories without leaving behind trauma or fracturing people''s brains." "Oh, that''s fiiine." Of course Teddy had to see through my front. He stared directly into my eyes and activated his aura. His skill washed over me and some mental fatigue disappeared. His shoulders tensed and he gripped the table. "You used a lot of mana. Cyrus you-" I held up a hand. "I know. Galarion has been taking away the headaches, and yes I know it''s messing with me. I''m just a little damaged right now." A giant version of Anastasia''s head appeared above the table and glared down. I blinked at the golden-lightshow and turned to the tier three. "Galarion can copy memories. Have you been keeping them?" she growled. I tried to smile, but it fell through. "I wanted to know what I was treating, why the people would give up their memories like you did." "Did you look at our memories?" "No, yours was devoured." The head popped and she closed her eyes. "How many patients?" I took another sip just to stall and take in the room''s reactions. Teddy and Celenae were frowning, while Eodyne stared with stormy eyes. Igas I couldn''t parse, and Isaac was looking away but I saw the drop of blood leak down the corner of his mouth. He''s not wearing the amulet. "Five," I answered. "Syrreisha wanted to start with a smaller group. The first two were relatively easy, even got a back-breaking hug from one dude. But the third and fourth patient took a lot of coaxing and a few breaks before the memory was extracted. The fifth was the hardest and had the worst trauma." "Are you okay?" Teddy asked. I shrugged. "I''m fine. Just a little rough. It''s nice to put things into perspective how crazy this life can be." "Cyrus..." I sighed. Bringing down the mood was never my intention, but they asked the questions. At least they were doing it because they cared. And being an asshole about it would be wrong. "I''ll tell you when I need to talk, okay? I''m good. And enjoying a meal with you all is helping. Can we stick to that? Please?" Surprisingly it was Igas who broke the awkward tension and summoned a giant ice-cube above my drink. It splashed onto my clothes and my jaw dropped. He crossed his arms and grinned. "I''ll drop it if you agree to come to the orphanage at some point. They''d love to meet some of your familiars." I laughed and pulled the icecube out and crunched down. "Deal." Nathan clapped his hands. When everyone was looking his way he grinned and a wave of water rose up from behind him, carrying ten different pies. "Eat up!" he declared as the first of the pies were launched. Purple swirly jam splattered the walls as Isaac took the bakery bullet. I swore I could hear Walter groan from the kitchen even through the silence enchantments. -------------- I wiped off my side of the table and tossed the rags into the floating ball of water nearby. "All done," I declared. I was one of the last people left in the dining room, the others having already cleaned their spots and left. To be fair, they cheated with their skills, while I stuck to hand-wiping everything down. Cleaning wasn''t cathartic but it gave me time to enjoy myself and the memory we just made. Thankfully my clothes went into overtime repelling all the food bits and leaving no stains. Sereza tossed her own rag into the bubble and shook her head. "I don''t think I''ve ever had a dinner this chaotic. This beats the time everyone placed down bets on who could fit in Arturous'' mouth. Which is insane." I grinned. "Learning to have a relaxing day is good for you." "I''m not sure this is considered relaxing, but I agree." I shrugged. Some people found getting their shit pummeled into them relaxing, but I wasn''t going to judge. "Cyrus," she said. "Yeah?" "Thank you for helping with Lezka. I''m just happy the idiot¡¯s alive." "Of course." She shook her head. "No. You didn''t have to do what you did. Nor did you have to care. Thank you." I kept silent but nodded anyway. It was a perspective that sat funny in my mind. So I pushed it deeper and left it for later. Sereza bowed to Teddy''s parents who were bonking each other with the pie tins. "Thank you for having me over. It was nice." The duo stopped mid slap and turned as one. "Come back anytime!" Sereza chuckled and patted me on the shoulder before waving goodbye. Walter appeared like a ghost and led her out of the manor, leaving me alone with the crazy duo. They set the tins down and crossed their arms. "She''s a good girl," Anastasia started. "Indeed, she hides the stress well. Noble trained," Nathan responded. I quirked an eyebrow. "You two okay?" They floated forward, one one a wave of water, the other on a cloud of golden light. "Get some sleep tonight, Cyrus," Nathan ordered. "Why?" Anastasia leaned forward. Her hair floated upwards and glowed with golden light. "Tomorrow, you meet the king!" Chapter 12: Meeting the King I stared into the mirror and examined my hair. It was getting too long for comfort so I had Erebus give it a trim. He did a good job. I slicked the front of my hair and smelled the wax as I ran it through the strands. A more earthy scent, it wasn''t exactly something I was used to, but it was needed. Being a felkin had benefits, which included having very little personal scent since I didn''t sweat. But right now I needed to be what I wasn''t. With the hair masked, I tossed on ¨¢ine''s hoodie and pants combo while affixing a dark green cloak around my shoulders. It was one of the few I hadn''t worn yet. ¨¢ine poked my cheek and I smiled. "Yeah, sorry. I''ll wear it next time we go out. Just not in the city." She huffed but gave my cheek a hug before diving into my chest. Earlier, she had healed the sleep exhaustion away, leaving me positively glowing. Not that it mattered. I donned my mask and let the comforting weight settle in. Then I held up the other mask given to me earlier. It was full-faced, made out of bone from a tier-two monster. Its bones were naturally gray-green along with fine lines of orange minerals. With a click the mask settled onto my own before the weird sucking sensation started. Unlike the wolf mask I absorbed from what felt like a lifetime ago, this mask had a simple curved beak that barely protruded. As the magic stopped I felt the mask and breathed in, easily clearing air between the solid bone. My fingers pushed through and poked my cheek before I pulled back. The mask had four eyes made of orange lines that now looked oily. They dripped down to the chin but were still static enough to remain in place. There. Only one last thing I needed to do. I picked up the small glass box made entirely out of pink crystals, and grabbed the pink earring inside. As I pushed it through my ear and wiped away the blood, I ran mana through the enchanted item and waited. Slowly the horns disappeared and I stared. It looked wrong. I grabbed my horns, their physical presence still there even if the mirror showed me grabbing air. I can''t believe I want my horns back. Ugh. Someone knocked, and I opened the door. Teddy stared at my head, a slight frown creasing his face. I crossed my arms. "What?" "It looks wrong," he said. Glad I''m not the only one. "Well, at least it''s temporary. Any idea how we¡¯re getting to the castle? I''m almost afraid of what your parents have planned." Teddy shook himself free and tore his gaze away from the top of my head. "Nothing fancy this time. The king will be teleporting you directly." "Right. He did teleport your parents away." "Yes. I''m sure my parents are disappointed but they were grinning evilly to themselves before I came to get you." A chuckle escaped and I closed the door behind me. "The king''s technically your uncle right? What''s that like?" Teddy shrugged. "He used to visit when I was younger, but I haven''t seen him in two years." "What''s he like?" "To me? Kind and wise. But he''s known to be a stern man of few words. He''s the Solar Star. The seventh king of Solunaria. I''m sure he''ll try to feel you out throughout your meeting." "At least I can cross this off my isekai bucket list." Teddy stopped and scratched his cheek. "That word tickled. It''s another word from Earth then? What does it mean." "Uh, isekai is a japanese word. It''s sort of a term for a genre of stories and shows. Person gets sucked into another world, or died and is reborn in another world and so on." "So Reborns, then?" "Yeah, pretty much." "Fascinating. I bet Celenae loved that knowledge." I groaned at the reminder. Not too long after I revealed my origins, Celenae had grilled me on just about everything Earth, and Earth-related. It was a long week. Teddy patted my shoulder and waved goodbye as he left for his room. I stepped into the living area and was greeted by Teddy''s parents who looked godawful. If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. Anastasia had a crow''s nest of hair, while her dress was a literal rucksack that carried vegetables the night prior. The myriad stains that sullied her hobo-chic were thankfully odorless. She waved with dirt-encrusted fingers. Before I could say anything, Nathan turned around and revealed a horror show. His skin was pale, like a drowned corpse pale. His hair was goopy and slicked back, while his clothes was just a crusty towel toga tied snatched with wet yarn. "Cyrus! You''re ready! The no horns look awful on you," Anastasia quipped. "Uhm. Why?" "The horns suit you boy. Never be ashamed of who you are!" Nathan replied. I shook my head. "No. I mean what''s with the uh, costumes." Anastasia flexed and Nathan collapsed to the floor with a wet gluup. "You know what? Nevermind. Should I change?" Nathan jumped to his feet. "No! You''re perfect!" "Don''t mind us, Cyrus. We''re just protesting that''s all," Anastasia explained. "Protesting wha-nevermind." If Anastasia heard me she didn''t care and struck a pose. "That silly nobles have to dress up like silly idiots just to see their cousin! If they complain we throw them off the mountain!" They flexed their mana, the air distorting in waves of chromatic light and floating orbs of water. Before I could react, they grabbed my wrists and led me to the door. We exited the manor and stopped directly outside the gate. As if they planned it perfectly, a glowing blue crystal appeared, nearly the size of Nathan''s torso. It flashed and a mana pulse disturbed the grass but the pair grabbed the crystal and brought it closer. "Anastasia? Nathaniel?! No! Go back and change this isn''t-" the crystal started shouting. "Too late!" Anastasia shouted. The pair did something and we were surrounded in a bubble of pressure that flattened the grass. I had enough time to blink before the world disappeared in a collage of colors and I stretched upward. From one blink to the next, my feet touched solid ground and I rubbed at the weird energy that wisped off me. We were no longer outside the manor but inside a hall of black tile and golden metal walls. "Nathaniel and Anastasia Lightcrest! What are you doing?!" screamed an elf in long black robes. His hair was spikey platinum and his eyes were dull golden orbs. He looked at the pair with fury rising as his cheeks turned progressively a deeper red once the pair started reaching for him. "Oh Ulaeyes! Our poor clothes were absolutely demolished in an unseen and highly unfortunate turn of events! This is all we had on, and I''m afraid this is the best we could do," Anastasia moaned, laying it on thick. Nathan threw himself at the man''s knees and wrapped his wet, slimy arms around him, locking him in place. "Surely, his Majesty won''t begrudge his favorite people in the world for unfortunate times!" Nathan cried out. I backed away and watched the elven man short circuit. His eyes bulged and his tongue waggled but no words came out. Teddy''s parents started another round of laments but a crystal appeared, one much smaller than before with deeper shade of blue. "Ulaeyes retreat for now. They''ve won the battle." Ulaeyes snapped his jaw shut and slipped free from his stragglers. The pair collapsed on the ground and moaned while the man walked out the door as he muttered some not-so-polite things under his breath. "You two. Stand up already. You''ve already made your complaints known. Can''t you play nice?" the crystal addressed the pair. They hopped to their feet and shrugged. "Works for me!" "Sure thing!" The crystal turned and lowered as it sent a wave of mana from behind it to circle around and smash into my back. I crossed my arms. "It''s poor form to scan someone so openly." Teddy''s parents lost their smiles and they pulled down their blindfolds. Their mana came in waves that distorted the air. "Allaron. This is our warning to you. Play nice," Nathan growled. The crystal dimmed and floated in place. "You expected me not to scan him?" Anastasia pointed a golden sword that appeared as she extended her arm. "We expected it, but at least be honest and not try to hide your intentions." "Curious. You''d fight for him. And he can detect my mana." The crystal popped and the door to the room opened up. This time, the king''s voice echoed through the long hallway. "Come in." Anastasia tucked her sword into her waist, and growled. "If he plays games, we raid the treasury and steal his bed." "I hear that,¡± the king¡¯s voice boomed. "I know you do!" she said while shaking her fist. Anastasia turned and smiled. "Go, and don''t back down. The kingdom owes you plenty." Nathan patted my shoulder. "We''ll be nearby. So don''t worry." I nodded and walked down the hallway. The castle was surprisingly empty but that notion quickly disappeared as I entered the throne room. A row of guards lined the edges of the room. And I detected three mana signatures behind the king''s throne. King Allaron looked young. Around the same age as Teddy''s parents. Golden hair, with a well-kempt beard and piercing crystal blue eyes. When he cocked his head, the sunlight caught and scattered as if his hair was made of crystals. He leaned back against the silver throne and waited till I stopped twenty feet away. I nodded, and half bowed. The guard''s around the room tensed but I ignored them and stared at the king. His eyes narrowed but he smiled. "Not a citizen of the kingdom then. Otherwise you would have bowed properly." "I''m not," I answered. "What is your name, stranger?" "Strax." "Just Strax?" I didn''t reply. "Then let me greet you in full," the king said as he stood up. "I am the current ruler, the seventh king of Solunaria. The All-seeing. The Crystal Monarch. Golden Lord, and The one who wears the Solar Crown. King Allaron Dawnguard." Just give me my shit and we can be done with this. "It''s a pleasure to meet you, King Allaron." A few guards glared, their mouths creasing at the corners but Allaron continued to smile. In a blink he was standing next to me, only a couple of feet apart. "And what is it you seek, Strax?" "Payment due for saving a city of Solunaria from certain doom. I believe the Lightcrests have already arranged the deal with his Majesty." "Indeed," he nodded. His eyes gained golden rings around his sclera and a wave of light bathed the room in brilliant gold. "And do you seek to harm the kingdom with your rewards?" I was briefed somewhat on Allaron''s skills. The golden flames along the edges of the room indicated the skill he activated to be his Truth-Seeker''s Domain. He likely knew my name was false, otherwise why hide my face. And he could accept that. But this was a lie-detector skill. I couldn''t lie without him knowing it. The light was warm, but it contained a searing sensation that bit below the skin and centered around my heart. I looked the Allaron in the eye and kept my voice steady. "No." The light vanished as did the itching feeling. Allaron nodded and snapped his fingers. At once, a beam of light shot through the ceiling and materialized a man in red robes on one knee with his head bowed. "Your Majesty, you requested my presence?" the bowed man said. Allaron glanced my way. "This is Strax, Hubold. We''ll be visiting the treasury to retrieve a few items." "Yes, your Majesty." Hubold held out his hand and Allaron grabbed the two gold pins from his palm. They were shaped like a diamond with blue sapphires inlaid on each point. Allaron tossed me one and I caught it and copied him as he pinned it along his collar. "Brace yourself," Allaron warned. He snapped his fingers and several crystals appeared as they lit up in blinding light. I breathed in and the world stretched as the king teleported us out of the throne room. Chapter 13: Royal Treasury This time, I appeared in a room made entirely of black marble. The mana in the enchantments embedded into the walls was strong almost-ether like in quality. Hubold stood up and approached the east wall. He placed his hand along a hidden indent that contained several packets of runes interlocked together. His mana threaded through the link and the floor rumbled as the north wall slid apart. The walls revealed a room filled with chests and cases displaying various items. But I waited. Allaron hadn''t moved, and Hubold was still channeling mana into a second link, one that connected to the south wall with nearly three times the amount of enchantments hidden behind the marble. "Do you not want your rewards? Strax?" Allaron asked. His voice was neutral, and posture held no tension. I kept still and stared at the south wall. "Does your servant need more time to open the real treasury?" Allaron raised an eyebrow while snapping his fingers. A beam of blue light shot into the marble before melding with Hubolds mana, and activating the enchantments. As the real treasury doors slid open I waited but Hubold had already removed his hand. "Anastasia and Nathan wouldn''t have revealed the vault," Allaron said as he walked through the south entrance. "You''re an astute observer, Strax." I followed, making sure Allaron was always in front and slightly to my right. Standing directly behind him could be seen as suspicious so I kept my intentions clear. Somehow, I didn''t expect my meeting with the king to be filled with a dozen tests. But it wasn¡¯t that surprising. Still, I wanted my items and to leave, nothing else. I held no interest for the king or the crown. I''m not a peacock or a sycophant. "Am I to expect further testing?" I asked. Allaron chuckled. "Perhaps. It''s not everyday a stranger to my kingdom draws such attention." The king wasn''t what I was expecting. He looked like royalty, and it was easy to see how much power he hid behind a thin veil. His mana was like ether, strong enough to press on my clothes. But maybe it was because I was immune to such pressure, or even the fact that I had been in the presence of gods beyond mortal men, I didn''t feel intimidated. He was powerful, strong enough to kill me if he wanted, if what Teddy''s parents said was true. He was Tier three, at the max of tier three. Like Brelten. His power should be enough to defend a city and more. But he kept himself contained, and his mana flowed around him with ease that few others could achieve. Yet he seemed off. And it wasn''t until he stopped near another door¨Cone lined with blue crystals¨Cdid I realize what bothered me. He didn''t move gracefully. His steps were stiff, subtle, but noticeable in his walk. "Hubold, have you prepared the list?" Allaron asked. "I have your Majesty," Hubold replied while producing a scroll of black parchment with golden scrawl across its back. Allaron unfurled it and read in silence for a minute before he returned the scroll and crossed his arms. "We''ll go with vault Xier." Hubold nodded and stepped forward placing both hands at different heights. Enchantments came to life and a bubble of energy coated the door like soap. When he removed his hands the marble split and revealed a distorted reality stretched across its frame. Allaron stepped first and Hubold bowed. I wish I had Galarion with me, but I was warned not to bring mental mana inside the throne room. Not if I didn¡¯t want to be executed on the spot. Hubold stayed low, and I held out my hand. The mana tickled. Welp if it was a trap, I''m sure Teddy''s parents would rescue me. I entered the portal and was spat out on the other side. This room, unlike the rest, was massive, bigger than the throne room. I counted more than a hundred shelves stretching to the ceiling, lined with chests or cases containing a variety of items. Behind me Hubold stepped to the right and tapped his pin. As he did, the one along my collar activated and a deep pulse expanded from the center of the room where Allaron stood. The mana washed over me but the pin sucked it in and I was left untouched. "A cleaning enchantment to excise contaminants, it is harmless with the pin around your collar. Keep it on you at all times while within the vault, sir Strax," Hubold explained. "Hubold, prepare the items on the list, we willl be over there and out of your way," Allaron said. "Yes, sir." Hubold bowed. "I will have it ready in ten minutes." Allaron waved me over and we went to the one spot on the floor uncontested with display cases. He summoned a comfortable chair made of dark leather that cushioned his form. In response, I summoned my beanbag. He stared at the beanbag and even sent a blue laser against its contents that was rebuffed and torn apart. "That item holds some divinity," he stated. I shrugged and sank into its embrace. "It was a gift." He studied my face and examined my clothes while leaning forward. "I see. Well, now that we''re alone I can drop the game." His shoulders relaxed and he settled deeper into his chair. "Game?" "Yes, game. I''m not a fool. When Anastasia and Nathan crashed into my bedroom window and demanded I hand them the ''loot'', I knew it wouldn''t be a simple matter." If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. I resisted the urge to chuckle, picturing the pair standing menacingly over a groggy king like bandits. "That sounds like them." "Indeed," he chuckled mirthlessly. "But enough of that. Meeting you made me take you more seriously. You have a keen eye for mana, and I can''t scan you." "And what does that tell you?" I asked, genuinely curious. "That you''re not normal. And saving Helio wasn''t a fluke. So here we are in the real vault where I''ll present you with suitable rewards for such a task." I studied the king and he stared back. But he was relaxed, an easy look in his eyes. He sat forward and watched Hubold teleport around the room and place them in neatly stacked rows. "You answered honestly in the throne room. And Anastasia was right. It was in poor taste to try and scan you without your knowledge. So I will permit a question in return." I blinked. That was unexpected. And I didn''t really have anything I wanted to ask him. But judging from the way he glanced in my direction, he expected me to. I shrugged and examined the vault, taking in the nearly endless amount of items. "What''s your favorite skill?" His eyes narrowed. "Is that the question you want answered?" "Yes." "Very well," he said as he exhaled and tracked Hubold''s teleporting. Minutes passed before he inhaled and met my eyes. "There was a skill I saw as a kid that I always wanted. It is a silly childish skill with no combat potential whatsoever. But nonetheless, I desired it." "What did it do?" He chuckled. "It made berries." Really? "Berries?" "Yes. Berries. Tiny dull-silver berries with a coating of sugary dust on its skin," He said. "Eldarrie Delight" was the skill''s name. A small tier two quality skill stone looted from a wild rift near the Golden Plains. No idea who or what Eldarrie is, but those berries were found in the same rift. And they were fantastically delicious." "Did you ever acquire the skillstone?" He shook his head and roared with laughter. "Oh no. If I had it would have been extracted by my father within the hour. And it was given as a gift to a servant. The prince could never have such a useless skill, even if it was the perfect choice for any child." "That''s too bad. It sounds like a fun skill." He nodded but kept quiet. Again, this wasn''t how I thought the meeting with the king would go. Hubold finished gathering the items and then teleported in front of Allaron, returning to one knee. Allaron snorted and tapped his shoulder. "Stand, Hubold. Not in here." Hubold stood. "I have prepared the items, sir. Would you like to begin." A different scroll was produced¨Cthe same black parchment but with silver ink instead of gold. Allaron tossed it over and I caught it. "Take a look and select two from the list" A third scroll appeared in Hubold¡¯s hand before he handed it to me. "And take two from the second list. When you have made your choice we will return to the throne room." The king and his attendant watched me unfurl the scrolls and place them on my lap while reading through the list. And this is only a portion of a vault? Damn. Each list contained over hundreds of items. And none of it was organized. Each entry held a brief description of the item along with their identified name. I skimmed the top and paused at something interesting. High Demona Blood- A vial filled with tier three blood extracted from a demonic rift monster.
  • Uses unknown, alchemic purposes hidden despite extensive testing.
I pulled up my status and focused on a specific perk. Demonic Blood
  • This is a racial perk that all demons share.
  • All Demons have the ability to get stronger by consuming a more powerful demon¡¯s blood. The higher the tier, the greater the strength of the benefits.
It was my first instance of seeing demonic blood. I never forgave myself for letting Arz''odral go without taking some of the blood for my own, and now here was an option for one of my rewards. But I couldn''t take it. Maybe if it was on the minor list and not the major one, I would have selected it, but the skillstones listed were too important. And Cal''s words stuck around, reminding me what I lacked. There were a few other interesting entries, such as the Wyrmshard and the Bottled Breath of a Cloud Giant. While I knew nothing about alchemy, the Wyrmshard had clearly explained its uses. Wyrmshard: Skill-extracted loot from a tier-four Diving Nightwyrm. Consuming it enhances one''s darkness affinity to one hundred percent. And one''s fire affinity to sixty five percent. That would be an incredible boon to anyone who wanted to use such skills. Even if they had all their slots filled, increasing their affinity by such a degree would make their skills more powerful and use less mana. I see why it''s in the major list. But I already had an affinity for every element. Hopefully, somebody in the futurewould enjoy the boost. I continued to skim the lists until I boiled it down to a handful of options. The lists were massive, and several of the enchanted items looked useful, but I was focusing on skillstones first. I''ve spent too long as a tier zero. And my familiars have been patiently waiting for the day they get their evolutions I promised when I contracted them. Better to start on the first list. Skillstones:
  • By Law Unmoving: Creates an aura of unmoving. All motion is stopped within the aura. Expected tier upgrade includes the ability to stop mana, and energy beyond physical motion.
  • Saint''s Grand Ascension: A field of light descends upon the user. Within the area of effect panels of hard light create a grand staircase for the user to ascend. Expected tier upgrade allows the ability to teleport between steps.
  • Dragon''s Breath: *Note only one skillstone in existence. Requires minimum of 99% fire-affinity: Call to the power beyond your bloodline and burn all that is, to ash.
  • Runekeld Vanguard: Augmented Summon type skill. Call forth a member of the engraved legion, the Runekeld. Humanoid class summon. Tank type. Uses defensive runes to improve equipment. Runes used changes the equipment the Runekeld deploys. On tier two evolution, can switch runes while summoned. Expected tier upgrade includes the ability to summon multiple Vanguards.
  • Baneblood Immortal: Summon type skill. Call forth a dreaded Baneblood. Demonic elemental summon. Warrior type. As long as there''s blood, the immortal lives. Spikes, arm-blades, and teeth are laced with multiple toxins. Expected upgrade include the ability to summon by sacrificing blood in the place of mana.
  • Rune Skald: Note* Origin of skillstone, unknown. Affinity type required, unknown. Potential upgrades unknown. Attempts to use Tier Four Identification skill failed: Enchantment, support buff type skill. Through the use of singing, strings together runic enchantments that last depending on the mana invested. Multiple enchantments can be made but requires additional mental strain. Potential upgrades unknown. Requires knowledge of runic enchantments to use effectively.
  • Endless Maze Timeless Dream: Illusion type crowd control type skill. Creates a field type illusion. Those trapped in the skill are drained of willpower and mana. Sleep plague debuff spreads upon entering, and grows in potency as they are inside.
  • Eat the Cake: Conjuration type skill, pure mana. Conjures a giant cake that changes in size depending on mana invested. Expected tier upgrades include elemental icing, explosions, and the inability to tell the truth.
The last skill on the list had me scratching my head. But hey, it was funny even if I wouldn''t have seriously considered it. Then again... I shook my head. There was no way I was going to take it, no matter how oddly tempting it was. Next up was the second list, though I had already selected one skill stone which left me with a few odd choices that drew my attention. Skillstone:
  • Sovereign''s Warcry: Mass support type skill. Releases a warcry that increases allies strength, agility, and regeneration. Expected tier upgrade includes the addition of more support type buffs.
It was simple, but my Legacy would take care of the rest. Some of the other buffs were too specific, and the affinity would clash with my other summons. It was listed as a pure-mana affinity, which was nice and meant I could use it on everyone, maybe even allies in the future. For the items, I boiled it down to three things, and I wanted them all. Items:
  • Mask of a Million Faces: Etherstorm enchanted item, a mask that has a million faces of varying ages, gender, and race. Soul-bound, and tier-less.
  • Fragment of the Stars: A gemstone acquired as a reward from a tier-three wild rift. Made of condensed crystal, gravity and spatial mana. Pushes near ether-level quality of mana. Unknown uses, despite extended testing, attempts to siphon mana deemed a failure. Hardness scale on par with a tier three-Diamond Scale Viper.
  • Molgraukus'' Ear Biter: *Note from Adventurer Markus Raelus: The -expletive- puncture marks are permanent. Healing skills don''t work. I tried. Enchanted gear. Acquired through a tier-three wild rift. A pair of earrings that lower the mana cost summon-type skills. For familiar-type summons, lowers the reserved percentage when summoning while diminishing familiar''s mana pool.
I contained my sigh and slumped forward. What to choose? Chapter 14: What To Choose? "I have a few questions," I said. Allaron motioned to Hubold who stepped forward. "Yes, sir?" I pointed to the list. "Some of these are written in different ink, and a lot of the summaries are varied." "The items were archived in different eras of Solunaria''s history. It was only after the fifth king that the vaults were itemized and organized accordingly." Made sense. But some of the skillstones were too weird. "What about this one? I understand different styles of organization, but why not use an identify skill on this?" I said as I pointed out Dragon''s Breath. "It lacks the summary of the other skillstones." Hubold nodded. "Yes, sir. That skillstone in particular is an oddity. Attempts to identify it have resulted in the same text you see listed. Ranging from tier one to tier four, the skillstone resists identification beyond what it has revealed." "And nobody absorbed the skill for themselves? Why?" Allaron waved his hand dismissively. "Deemed too valuable to use casually, while too risky to be absorbed by anyone important enough for the skillstone. And the affinity requirement is nearly impossible within our kingdom. One may get close, perhaps within ninety-five percent, but never ninetynine. It''d require an elemental-aspected race, like an oni or to truly use it." "And Rune Skald?" "With the same issues, sir," Hubold explained. "Too valuable, and too risky. And the mana aspect is a signature we can''t identify. It seems to be a combination of pure mana and minute mixtures of every element which is an impossibility. Its origin is unknown, for there was no note or mention of the skillstone." Allaron watched me carefully, his posture was relaxed, but his eyes were calculating. No doubt he was trying to pinpoint a detail about me based on my mentioned choices. If he learns something about me, then oh well. I tried. I ran through both lists several times. The major list had some interesting skillstones and I could see value in each one. So I started crossing off the ones I didn''t need. Even if it was funny, Eat the Cake was axed. Next was Endless Maze Timeless Dream. As far as illusions went, Galarion could potentially do that in the future. And some of the creatures I had faced lately were immune to mind control. Despite how cool Dragon''s Breath sounded, and the inability to be identified interested me, Zharia would murder me in my sleep. I could already picture a third dragon familiar, argueing with Sturmrorex on who was the better dragon. A shiver went down my spine. Whatever I chose, had to avoid that scenario at all costs. The new list was much harder to knock down but I temporarily removed Runekeld Vanguard. I was interested in runes and a rune summon was double so, but I had my eyes on Rune Skald. For now it was in the maybe category. Saint''s Grand Ascension was tempting with the potential ability to teleport. But I wanted to diversify my summons. And like Dragon''s Breath, I had Zharia to handle the light element. Baneblood and Law Unmoving... By Law Unmoving sounded like an amazing control skill. Stopping mana itself as well as what sounded like kinetic energy could never not be useful. But there was a problem and probably why the skillstone was unused. Affecting people''s mana was hard. You needed more mana, more willpower, and even a higher affinity to combat against someone else''s skill. And affecting the mana of a higher tier was next to impossible without directly injecting into their mana channels. And as cool as it sounded, Magnus could absorb energy and reapply it for his own uses. So that left me three choices and I could only take two. I repressed another sigh and moved on to the minor list. With Sovereign''s Warcry I had to choose from the three items. The mask was promising. I wasn''t sure what it would do once absorbed, but my real mask gaining the ability to switch faces would go a long way in keeping me disguised. In the same vein, the earrings would help me in combat. More familiars meant more skills at my disposal, more options to use. I pointed out the earrings and tapped the scroll. "It lowers the percentage for familiar type summons. Does that lower the summon''s mana pool?" "Yes, sir. It wasn''t a concern for the original founder of the earring since he only employed one familiar, but that was a noted drawback from his summon at the time." Well, damn. The earring was out. My familiars needed their mana, especially someone like Erebus. Drawing from my pool was fine, but having their own mana pool be big in size was too valuable. Mask or gemstone... This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. Before I chose, I pointed out a few items on both lists. They were ones I was curious about but would have never chosen. Even if the king acted casually, I had to throw him off. Make it seem like I wanted other things so I could minimize what information I gave away when I inevitably declared my choices. Allaron held up a hand and leaned forward. "I''d like to propose a deal." I lowered the scrolls and waited. He wasn''t smiling, and his hands gripped his chair. How much of that was an honest reaction, I didn''t know, but the fluctuation in his mana was noticeable, like a thin slash at the air as the space bent before the enchantments of the vault mended it. "I have my report, and the head of Helio''s adventuring guild submitted her story. Much was revealed, a lot less than I liked. And when I asked about you she told me to stuff it." His last words scratched at my ears. I winced as he repeated the English words. He examined me from head to toe but I kept still and waited. "I want to hear the story, the real one." My eyes narrowed. "And why do you believe my story is any different from what you''ve been told?" He didn''t laugh but his eyes blazed with light. "Are you implying that it''s not?" I looked up and noticed the light above the vault was different from before. It was the same as it was in the throne room¨Cflames crawling along the walls and ceiling¨C and I lowered my gaze back to the king. "What exactly have you been told?" I said. I feel stupid. This whole acting mysterious is stupid. And I can''t even tell you the full story anyway. He leaned back. "An ancient being invaded the city and usurped the pantheon''s control, blocking the gods. The gods who knew couldn''t reveal it because of the chains that tie the divinity to the Grand Weave. From there, a dungeon spawned mind controllers ranging from tier one to tier three throughout the city and created a mass illusion while installing parasites inside their necks." That''s it? "Is that all?" I asked, letting my voice drip with sarcasm. "No, but," he said as he leaned forward and more lashes cut the air. "The guard captain and the guards refused to tell me of you and Broken Tower''s involvement. The guildmaster I understood. The adventuring guild has always been an entity outside of the kingdom''s rule. But the guards? And so far as to refuse the order of their commander? That''s unheard of." Oh. Elanor kept her promise. "And what do I gain for revealing such information?" Hubold answered for him and teleported away. A moment later he returned with a small chest. He placed it atop a table that materialized and spun it around so the lock was facing me. Allaron motioned for the chest and I stayed waiting. He sighed and waved his hand. The lock clicked and the chest opened revealing a small orb. One that I had seen inside a different vault, albeit atop a hoard of treasure. My excitement was snuffed and I sank deeper into my beanbag. "For the information, the real information; an evolution stone. I take it that''s an acceptable reward worth the price." I wanted to laugh. And I almost did, but kept my cool. It was good that he couldn''t see my face or his eye would be twitching. Out of all the things he could offer me, that was probably the least useful thing on this planet. "I decline." Allaron blinked, as did his attendant. "Truly? Is this not enough?" he asked, suspicion coloring his voice. I looked up, the truth skill continued to dye the ceiling a different shade. Can''t lie, but I don''t have to tell the truth. "The stone is worthless." His eye twitched fiercely. It was rather comical. He regained his composure and Hubold snapped the chest shut and teleported away. This time, he didn''t return, leaving me with the king trying to burn a hole through my disguise. Allaron massaged his temples and leaned back. "Insanity spawns insanity." Huh? "Of course Anastasia and Nathaniel would bring me someone just as odd as them. Why can''t it be normal for a change," he groaned. Now I felt bad. He dragged his hands down his cheeks and sat up. "Unfortunately I am only allowed so much time to hide away. Have you made your choices, Strax?" I stared at the major list and frowned. The choices were hard but I had someone in mind and I knew it would mesh well. "I have," I replied. "Good," he nodded. "Hubold is ready, what items do you want as your reward? The choice is final once made and any further interaction with items from the kingdom''s treasury can be discussed at an appropriate time." It was all very official sounding and judging from Allaron''s tone, he found it annoying but still went through with it anyway. "I want the skillstones, Rune Skald and Baneblood Immortal from the major list. For the minor list, I''ll take the skillstone Sovereign''s Warcry as well as the Fragment of the Stars," I declared. Allaron nodded and stood up. Hubold appeared in a flash with four ornate chests. Two were made of silver and blue crystals engraved with dozens of enchantments, while the third was more mundane and made of simple iron. The fourth chest was entirely different; shaped like a cube and made of a shimmering stone that reminded me of the stars. A thick red chain held it tight as the chest itself emitted a sense of heaviness a few inches out. Hubold stepped back and I walked forward tapping each chest and pulling the items into the storage ring I had underneath my gloves. There was no way I was going to reveal Chomperz to them. He would be too recognizable and with the king''s resources he could find any number of people who saw him back in Edolus. I cringed at the reminder of how naive and showboaty I acted several months back, but what''s done was done. Before we left, I pulled my beanbag into the ring as well and joined the king as he walked towards one of the backwalls. Hubold placed his hand along the golden plate hung near waist level and channeled a river of mana into the plate. The pin along my collar ringed in resonance and a glowing light appeared. From the light it split into two motes that swirled until a portal formed, revealing the throne room. Before we left Allaron turned and held out his hand. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Strax. Mysterious you may be, a hero came and saved my people. For that you have my gratitude. If you ever come to the court to parley, I will ensure you are welcomed for as long as you continue to be friendly toward my kingdom." I shook his hand and lowered my head. "I hope you enjoyed the time to relax. Life isn''t fun when it grinds you down without reprieve." He roared with laughter and released my hand. "Indeed." He stepped through and Hubold stared, his attention glued to me like a hawk. I nodded his way and entered the portal, the world stretching from behind me this time around. I appeared in the court and Allaron had returned to his throne, sitting patiently while a woman in stately clothes whispered in his ear. He nodded and I turned to take my leave. As I did, the guardsmen to my right were bowled over in a wave of water as Nathan rushed toward me atop a bathtub. Anastasia was on his shoulders with her sword pointed forward charging an insane amount of mana at the tip. Behind them, a red-faced man yelled obscenities while he charged in a wave similar to Nathan''s. The earth rumbled and became mush behind him. "Get back here!" he screamed. Allaron groaned and dropped his head into his hands while I was snatched by Nathan''s muscular arms and tossed over his shoulder. "Time to go!" he shouted. Anastasia cackled and she fired a beam of light at the window that lit up with a glowing red spell circle. The enchantment baked in cracked and exploded outward in a pulse that floored the nearby guards. Nathan carried us through the window, and my heart dropped to my stomach as we sailed past the mountain and into the city below. Chapter 15: After the Escape As we continued to plummet I turned and looked back at the castle. The red-faced man was screaming behind us before his face became too small to make out. "What happened?" I screamed through the howling wind. "A successful mission!" Anastasia roared. Nathan flexed his mana and the wave sloped, carrying the bathtub across the sky and over the many roofs of tall buildings. We even passed a tower-like restaurant that held many wide-eyed patrons. A woman screamed, and a few kids stood up and cheered with food-stained fingers as we sailed past. Nathan tightened his grip around my waist and I had a premonition. As soon as the wave transitioned into a sharp ramp upward, I grabbed on for dear life and grit my teeth as we did a loop. Anastasia stayed supernaturally glued to his shoulders and waved her sword in a dazzling display of fireworks that streamed behind us as we turned and sailed toward the manor. I caught a glimpse of the long banner that unfurled in a wave of sparkling lights. "Really?" I shouted while shaking my head. "Down with the tyranny of grumpy old men?" "Exactly, Cyrus! We have to drive the point home!" Anastasia cheered. The manor came into view and Nathan sped up. Wait. "Why are we speeding up?!" The bathtub became a missile and Nathan jumped, carrying us above the manor while the tub impaled the ground before the gate and exploded in a hail of ceramic. Nathan laughed as Anastasia cackled. The water around his feet shifted to behind his back and splayed out in a pair of watery wings that glimmered with rays of dazzling light once Anastasia added her mana. We landed softly, too softly. Walter opened the door to the manor and bowed. "Welcome back, sirs, madam. I take it the mission was a success?" Walter asked. "Indeed, Walter!" Nathan replied as the water shattered, and the droplets snaked up his pants to rejoin somewhere inside his shirt. Anastasia hopped off his shoulders and spun on pointed toes while she sheathed her sword. "We finally taught that old ass a lesson, he shan''t forget!" "Good job, madam. Would you like me to fetch the celebration kit?" "Splendid choice! Option three this time. We shall keep it light to savor the day." Walter disappeared from one blink to the next and Nathan carried me inside. Teddy met us at the end of the hall, looking like he was battling a fierce migraine. "Mother, father. Did you just crash a bathtub in front of the house?" "We did!" they said together. I waved at Teddy and he rolled his eyes while approaching. Nathan held me out like a parcel to be delivered, and I was exchanged from one shoulder to another. "Goodbye, Cyrus! If you want a drink, we''ll be inside the dining room," Nathan called out before Teddy turned the corner. I was taken down the stairs and into one of the training halls before Teddy gently placed me down. "You know, I could get used to being carried like a sack of potatoes," I said while dusting myself off. He glared and I removed my mask. "Don''t encourage it," he said deadpanned. "Hey, I wasn''t exactly given a choice as your dad grabbed me and your mom blasted through the window. What was I supposed to do?" He groaned and flopped into a chair he summoned beneath him. I pulled out some steaming-hot fries and a plethora of sauces as he tapped, waved his hand, and conjured a table. He eventually sat up and dipped some fries into a sauce that tasted like mayonnaise mixed with spicy ketchup and sighed contentedly after chewing. "Ever since they tiered-up they have upped their antics. And since they delivered the tier orb to the kingdom, the king can''t really stop them." I shrugged and enjoyed the fries. "Don''t blame them. Sounds like fun, in that I''m insane and powerful sorta way." He groaned again and I offered him a pitcher of lemonade. "How was the meeting with the king? Thoughts on uncle Allaron?" I removed the gloves and the earrings that hid my horns. Once the enchantment faded I sighed and relaxed on my beanbag. "I''m not sure. It wasn''t exactly how I thought it would go." "What do you mean? " he said between gulps. "Did something strange happen?" I shook my head. "Not strange, but when we were inside the treasure vault, he seemed to relax. Not entirely, still on guard and constantly examining me. But he was just a man, one taking a break from the rigid court, or at least that''s how he seemed." This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. "He was probably being honest. From what I remember of him, he is a man of duty but he never wanted to be king. At one point, he was an adventurer just like my parents and uncle Brelten." I searched my memories for the history of Solunaria. It was forever ago when Celenae made me study the kingdom''s past. "He''s... the third son, right? And he became king just a little before you were born? Something about a tragic rift incident killing off the other heirs." Teddy nodded. "Correct. Though from what I learned, it was probably in Solunaria''s interest that Allaron became the king and not Aulstin and Aeleon. They were not bad exactly but not the best fit." "Mmmm. You know he really wanted to know what happened in Helio, but apparently Elanor and Panasia stood their grudge and kept everything hush hush." "Elanor keeps her word, even against her father, "Teddy smiled. "And from what you said about Panasia, I''m not surprised." "Oh, and get this, he tried offering a deal, giving me something in return for the unfiltered story. But he chose the worst possible item so I declined." "What did he offer?" "A skill evolution orb." Teddy stopped his chewing and snorted small chunks of fries. My cheeks scrunched in disgust and I kicked the chunks away. "Sorry, sorry. That''s just... he must have been serious about wanting that information to offer that up." "Probably." Silence elapsed as we chewed through the rest of the food and finished off the pitcher. When it was empty I ran mana through the handle and watched it fill up with the sweet, golden ambrosia. I still haven''t thanked him for this. Then again, if he had told me about the replenishing enchantment, I could have had more lemonade. "Cyrus," Teddy said, losing the easy cadence. "Are you okay?" I blinked and frowned at the question. "What brought this on?" He glared and I sighed. "Fine, I''m not dumb I get it. And yes, I''m okay. It''s nice to know that everyone is worried for me, but I''m okay, I swear. It''s been a rough week, alright? And I got a lot of mental trauma to unpack at some point. But I''ll handle it." The metaphysical chest inside Chomperz''s stomach came to mind, the chains wrapped around it slowly degrading until I reinforced it and pushed it deeper into the void. "We''re here for you, you know that? I told you before that before we met you, we returned from an extended rift, the one that provided us Erebus'' skillstone," Teddy said, jarring me out of my thoughts. "Vaguely, but yeah." "It wasn''t a nice rift, Cyrus. There were some horrible things in there that required us to do even worse. When the rift was nearly over, we kept the boss alive on death''s door for two weeks just to gather ourselves. We all didn''t talk for a week straight once we left." "Really?" I asked. "You guys never told me the details, just snippets about an undead horde." "More than undead, they were just the major force. The cannibals, haunted woods, and more, added to the chaos. It isn''t something we liked to talk about, but we got over it together and came out stronger than the people who entered the rift." "I can help with that if you want. Well, Galarion can, at least. You don''t have to give up all the memories, or even the memories at all, but the emotions to blunt the damage." Teddy grimaced, his face turning sour. "No offense to Galarion, but that would be an insult to the people in the rift." I smiled sympathetically, understanding the sentiment somewhat. "It was an offer, nothing more." He sighed and rubbed his beard. "Have you been erasing your memories?" "No, but he''s been helping me deal with the mental strain. The memory I''ve been avoiding since before Helio is eating away at its binding, like an angry dragon clawing its way out with burning claws." "Cyrus?" he asked, his voice soft. "Sorry, it keeps creating headaches that he''s siphoning away. But as I said, I''ll deal with it." "Soon, deal with it soon." "Yeah, yeah," I said. In an effort to change the topic, I accessed the storage ring and pulled out the four chests. He inspected each one, poking the metal and whistling softly. "I don''t know much about enchantments, but I can feel the power in the runes." "I recognize a few, but it makes a nice gift to go along with the rewards." "What did you choose?" I opened my mouth to answer, but the training hall chimed. My mouth curved upward. "Supernatural timing." Teddy stood up and opened the door, revealing the rest of Broken Tower. They pushed past him and flooded into the room. Celenae was going to say something but she dashed toward the chests and began sketching them down into a journal. Isaac glared at the empty food wrappers and I rolled my eyes before tossing him some fries. Eodyne and Igas predictably held out their hands and I handed over the fried goods. "I was eating at that restaurant you passed by. Was that really a bathtub?" Igas asked as he chipmunked the food. "Yep," I nodded. "Don''t ask me why or how. I was a hostage." "At least you were disguised. I''m sure the king will be receiving complaints for the next week." Eodyne tapped one of the chests and ran her fingers along the metal. "Is it time?" I stared at the chests and felt a strange pressure in my chest. "I picked enough skillstones, Just need to absorb them and go through the contract rituals for the new summons." "Are you excited?" Celenae said as she stopped sketching and smiled at me. "In a way. Feels less real; it''s not like I had a normal adventuring life so far." Isaac snorted. "You haven''t gone on a single quest. You''re barely an adventurer." I blinked. What? "Quests? There are quests?" Everyone in the room stopped and slowly turned till they stared at me with narrowed eyes. "Cyrus..." Celenae sighed. "Nobody told me there were quests. Could we have gotten paid hunting monsters back in Edolus?" Teddy nodded. I growled and flopped onto the beanbag. "Whatever. I don''t need quests. Just toss me into a rift. The Weave will give me one anyway." "Let''s... Avoid that. Give it some time. Get to tier two first, perhaps?" Igas pulled out the betting board and propped it against Teddy''s chair. He stood back with his arms crossed and a piece of chalk in his hand. "I''m ready. What are we thinking?" "The cake skill!" Isaac shouted. Teddy scowled. "That''s just a rumor." My eye twitched. I coughed into my hand and stopped the argument before it could start. "I can confirm the cake skill is real." Teddy deflated, as did Igas and Eodyne. As one, they pulled out a sack of coins and handed it over while Isaac summoned a clone just to high-five himself. "I knew it was real," Igas grumbled. I laughed and let the bets fly as I sat back and enjoyed the warmth of everyone being there. They all checked in on me in their own way, even Igas glancing in my direction and nodding while the arguments for what was inside the chests continued. It was nearly thirty minutes later that Celenae slapped the betting journal onto the table that was summoned and listed off all the options. "Enough, bets are set. There''ll be no more additions. Are we satisfied?" They nodded while I continued to grin. She pointed a pen in my direction. "Open chest number three. It has the most options." I stood up and bowed dramatically while waving at the crowd. There were some boos thrown my way but a few rounds of applause and even some whistling. "What a fine day we''re having, folks! Are we ready to begin?" "Get on with it!" Isaac heckled. I pouted. "Tough crowd." Igas waved his hand and ice cubes rained down on the rogue''s head. My pout disappeared, and I stepped before the mundane chest made of iron. I pressed my hand against the latch lock and channeled mana into the enchantments. The pin on my collar glowed and crumbled into dust that flowed into the lock and formed a golden key. I shrugged and turned it, hearing a satisfying click as the chest popped open. With deliberate slowness that drew more heckling, this time from Eodyne, I bent down and threw the lid open. Instead of cheers and curses, I frowned as Broken Tower stared behind me with wide eyes. I sensed him before he spoke, so I slowly turned around and waved. "Hey, Cal. What''s up?" Chapter 16: Mothers Worry Cal clapped my shoulder and grinned wide enough that it looked like it hurt. "I''m proud of you. Made some interesting choices I''m excited to see," he said. "Any idea what''s up with this one skill? Skald is a term from Earth, right? Uh, old viking song people?" He frowned. "More than that, but close enough for what you''re thinking. And the mana type is unrecognizable because it technically isn''t a type. It''s a special skillstone requiring a certain proficiency in runic knowledge. Don''t ask why. I didn''t think there were any skillstones like that on this world. The Weave changed the requirements near the start of this era." "Will I be able to absorb it then?" If it didn''t work and I wasted my choices, I was gonna be pissed. "Your knowledge is sufficient." I relaxed. Crisis averted. "So why are you here?" "One moment, Cyrus," Cal said as he walked past me and addressed Broken Tower. They were statues as they stared, but their mouths collectively dropped as Cal bowed low. "Thank you for taking care of him. I know it hasn''t been the easiest, so sincerely, thank you." Isaac looked ready to scream while Igas tried to shrink himself. Teddy, Celenae, and Eodyne were too stunned to speak. My eye twitched. "I''m not that bad!" Cal shook his head and bowed lower. "Truly, I''m sorry. In the future, I am willing to return the kindness." Celenae scrambled with her hands grasping the air. "No! That''s fine! It wasn''t a problem, I promise!" Igas and Eodyne nodded vigorously as Isaac refused to look at Cal. Only Teddy regained some of his composure and bowed low, copying Cal. "That is not required, sir. Cyrus is a valuable friend. Of course, we helped." Cal stood up straight and smiled while turning back toward me. "I can''t stay for too long; the other gods will start to notice. Cyrus, I know you''re eager to absorb the skillstones and rank up, but do so inside a dungeon. The dungeon mana will mask your signature and prevent your ascension from being noticed." "What happens when I evolve? And I still need time to rank the skills up," "Nothing too crazy, but Reborns evolve a little differently, and the divinity from being my scion as well as what you already absorbed risks being noticed by someone observant. There are more than a few eyes on the capital," he explained. "As for why to wait, even something as simple as completing your slots can send a pulse strong enough. Better to be careful. "I thought being a Reborn meant I''d be fine when I evolved." "You will be," he assured. "But you send out a mana pulse that warps the area, so best to keep it inside a dungeon that can mask and absorb the energy the Weave will put out. Just don''t return to the dungeon when you''re done." I deflated. "Fine, I''ve taken this long. I can wait a little more." Cal chuckled and shook his head. "You''re still vastly ahead of the curve. Even with your new passive you''ll need a few days to refine the dungeon energy you acquired." "W-we can use the local dungeon. The Labyrinth is spacious enough that we shouldn''t have trouble entering. If we reserve a spot now, by the time you''re ready, we should be able to get in without issue," Celenae added. "Good, nobody enjoys that dungeon, so you''ll be fine." I crossed my arms. "Can I at least absorb some of the skillstones? Better to get them ranked up now than wait later." "Just keep your tenth slot open until you''re inside the dungeon. And your mana control is advanced enough that ranking up will be easy. Some time spent in the dungeon with some fresh kills. I estimate it''ll take a couple of days before you''re ready to tier up," Cal said. He patted me on the back and I felt mana gather, but before he left, I stepped in front of him. "Has Eraztis said anything about my part of the deal?" Cal frowned. "He''s trying. The goddess I used to scry for Sam is currently away. And he''s taking the deal seriously. Which means he''s collecting some things to help look for Sam. If she''s too far away, it''ll be nearly impossible to track her without going off-world and that''s not possible for Eraztis." I hugged Cal and stepped away. "Later, Cal." "I''ll see you soon, Cyrus. There''s something coming up that we need to talk about," he said seriously before giving a final pat on my shoulder and disappearing. Once he left, there was a collective intake of breath behind me and I sighed. "You''re all dramatic as hell." Isaac threatened to beat me with the betting board, but thankfully the cheerful atmosphere returned, and I stepped in front of the chests to reveal who won and who owed money. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. I flipped open the chest and held up the skillstone for Sovereign''s Warcry. "Who voted for a mass buff skill?" Celenae and Teddy cheered while the others groaned and began their complaints. My smile was half-hearted, but I added the tallies to the board and moved on to the next. --------------- As Galarion extracted the memory, I toyed with an idea and waited till the woman stopped shaking. I let the memory play through my mind, taking in the horror show that she deleted. It was rough, in the worst kind of way. The disgusting taste on my tongue caused a growl to build, and I ordered Galarion to devour it before I got too riled up. "It''s gone. It''s really gone. I-I c-can''t," she started before bursting into tears. Syrreisha was there and placed a comforting hand on her head, activating one of her skills as a firm but gentle warmth filled the room. It washed over me as well, taking away some of the stress created by the memory. "How do you feel?" Syrreisha asked after stepping away and retaking her seat. "Like I can breathe. I know of the memory; it''s still there, but I can''t taste the blood! I.." Illessoa broke down. The cycle repeated until nearly an hour later, Illessoa bowed to the curtain and was escorted out of the room. Syrreisha returned the monitoring equipment to her storage device and pulled back the curtain. "How are you doing yourself, Cyrus?" I bounced Galarion in my hand before smooshing him into the back of my head. As I stood up I accepted the offered cup of tea and downed it, removing the acrid taste in my mouth. "Good. That memory was awful, easily top five." She sighed and set her cup down. "I wish you wouldn''t relive the memories. This one especially." "Galarion already devoured it. I didn''t need that inside my head. I''ve seen some dark stuff, but that was too much." "Well, we are finished for today. Will you be attending Charity Day this Satria?" "Starts at six in the morning?" "Yes. But you can come at whatever time you like, even if it''s only an hour before closing. Those who attend would appreciate it." I finished the tea and stared at the setting sun. Two days since I absorbed the skills, another three days before I could enter the dungeon and absorb the last skillstone. Waiting was surprisingly difficult but I kept myself distracted. As I stood up I thought about tomorrow. "Maybe. I can''t promise anything." "Well if you do decide to come, I''ll help set up a privacy booth. Think about it. Very few healing skills can do what your little spirit can." I gave a non-committed nod and said my goodbyes as I exited through a back entrance and escaped into the city. As I left, I stopped at the usual food stalls and nabbed a few favorites for later. The food vendors recognized me enough that they practically had the food ready and bagged as soon as I stepped up. It was good to be rich again. The amount of gold stored within each of the chests from the treasury totaled well over five hundred coins. The others said it was a lot, but nowhere near the amount, I''d need to play with the big boys during the upcoming auction. At least I wasn''t looking for anything in particular. Still, I splurged on food when I could. The snacks were good for an after-training cooldown, and there was only so much I could store in Chomperz. Hopefully, evolving takes care of that. "Cyrus?" a voice from behind called out. I turned and saw Melza carrying a handful of groceries. Her hair was swept back into a ponytail, but it only revealed the dark bags under her eyes. She looked rough, and I froze. "I thought I recognized those horns," she said. I motioned to a nearby bench and we sat down, shielded from the light traffic flowing through the street. When she sat down, she nearly collapsed, and the bag almost slipped. I reached out and grabbed it, setting it to the side while I examined her closely. She was thinner than before and her eyes were bloodshot. Fuck. "Thank you. Sorry, it''s been rough lately," she chuckled. It sounded pathetically hollow. "It''s not a problem. When was the last time you''ve eaten anything?" She lost her smile and gripped her wrist. "Oh, I had a light breakfast." I summoned an edible bowl filled with steaming soup. It was packed with protein and veggies, but still light enough that it wouldn''t upset her stomach by downing it. "Here," I offered. "Oh no, Cyrus, it''s fine," she protested. She stopped after I pushed it into her hand and pulled back, forcing her to accept the food. Her mouth twitched with a ghost of a smile before she lightly sipped at the broth. Once the first gulp was down, she closed her eyes and exhaled. The bowl crunched under her grip, but she pulled back and took another sip. "Thank you," she said as she swallowed. "This is pretty good." "A little on the expensive side, but the old man who makes it sells out every day." She finished the bowl and I offered her a drink that she accepted without protest. For several minutes, we watched the crowd and I cursed in the back of my head. Galarion rose from his food coma, but I quieted him and continued to smile. "Cyrus, can I ask you a question?" Melza whispered. "Sure." "You borrowed a sword from my husband a few days ago. And you said you''d be back. Was..." she swallowed and took a second to breathe. "That was because of Lezka, right? Sereza and she reassured us he was alive but she couldn''t tell me any details. Tell me, please, is my son alright?" Fuck. "Melza, do you want to head back to the shop? I can carry the groceries and-" She shook her head. "Please tell me. I need to know. Please." I clicked my fangs. If Sereza didn''t tell her, it was for a good reason. But seeing how poor the woman''s health was made me rethink about keeping things vague. "Listen, let''s get you home and I can explain some things there." Melza tried to argue, but I already stood up. She had no choice but to follow and I took the short walk to the crafting district to sort my thoughts. By the time we entered the main entrance and stepped inside, Melza looked ready to attack me if I didn''t answer. "Mother? I can do the cooking tonight. You should rest," Ernor called out. He blinked when he saw me, and his eyes widened. "Oh! Cyrus. My apologies." I shook my head and set the groceries on the counter. "No problem. I ran into Melza and wanted to help." He frowned and glanced at his mother who was trying to burn a hole through the back of my head. "Mother?" Ernor asked. "Where is my son? Please tell me," she almost growled. I opened my mouth to speak, but noise from downstairs stopped us. Judging from Ernor''s narrowed eyes, the noise was unexpected. He took a step toward the stairs, but a mop of dark green hair popped up. I waved at Sereza, who waved back. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "I got done at the healers guild and met Melza. You?" "Aaah. Uhm. Well, it''s good that you''re here. I wanted to ask you something." "Cyrus, please!" Melza interrupted. Her eyes were full of unshed tears, and she was shaking. Ernor rushed over and hugged her, but she fought him and moved closer. Sereza placed a hand on her shoulder. "Melza, it''s okay." Melza shrugged her off. "Just tell me about my son. That''s all I need." Sereza glanced at me. "Fine. But let''s sit you down first. And Cyrus, I was going to ask you about tomorrow." "Tomorrow? You mean the deadline?" She shook her head. "No. Tomorrow, we''re raiding the Underground. I was going to ask if you''re coming." My chest tightened and another headache lashed a tendril across my skull. I gritted my teeth and balled my fists before Galarion siphoned the mental pain away. "Cyrus?" Fuck. Chapter 17: The Underground I spun my spear and ran a finger along the blade. The bone pushed at my skin but it only cut after I applied pressure. "Are you sure?" Teddy asked. I glared. He sighed and pulled out a ring. I recognized it, a similar one having saved my life not too long ago. "Will you at least wear this?" "You think it''ll be that bad?" I countered. "I don''t know. But it could be. Even with Isaac and Sereza, the Underground is filled with opportunists." "How''s that any different from the rifts I''ve been in? I''m pretty sure most monsters don''t give a shit." "Fine," Teddy grumbled. "It''d be easier on us knowing you had a lifeline." "Igas broke his. Give it to him." "Igas is a bruiser with an armor skill." I weaved my mana and Chomperz appeared, sucking in the potions and my spear. He slipped in and out, in less than three seconds. "Listen, I already said no. I''m already abusing your parent''s kindness," I said. Before Teddy could speak, I slipped on my mask and adjusted the colors. "The food and board I can accept. I''ve already taken enough from them with the earrings. Give it a rest." Teddy frowned but tucked the ring away. "Fine. But remember that we''re the tanks." I agreed and followed him to the living room. The others were there, geared up and under disguises. Eodyne''s hair was straight and blonde, and Isaac stayed covered from head to toe. Igas was a beastkin somehow, and Celenae looked like a man. "I don''t like this," Eodyne grumbled. Igas snorted. "At least you''re not fluffy. Why am I a cat?" "Where''s Sereza?" I asked, ignoring their complaints. "At the restaurant, reserving a booth," Celenae answered. "We good to go?" Teddy flushed out the ring and tossed it to Igas. He caught it but turned and glared in my direction. "Cyrus," he growled. I moved past him and headed for the door. Isaac sidled up, his mouth annoyingly close to my ear. "Tendrils?" I asked, deadpanned. Isaac huffed. "Why are you being a stubborn ass, Mask?" "I already explained. Fuck off." "Put it on and I will." "Or I won''t, and you can shut up." He grasped my shoulder and forced me to stop. "If you didn''t nearly die all the time, I would." I glared and bared my fangs. "You''re the lead. Don''t lead us into a fight if you''re so worried." I shrugged him off and continued down the path. It was morning, so there weren''t many people walking about. Those who were ignored us, and the occasional glances showed little interest in our group. Thanks to the enchantments, our armor was hidden under a pair of dull clothes that didn''t attract the eye. The restaurant wasn''t too far and as we neared, I spotted a beastkin version of Sereza. It had her face, but the fluffy tail and green fur clashed with the person I knew. She nodded as we stopped near the door. "This is weird." "How does it feel?" "Like nothing. But I keep seeing my reflection in the windows. Drying my hair is enough of a problem as is. Imagine the dried blood in all that fur." The others stopped and Teddy waved. "Is the booth ready?" Teddy asked. "Yes," Sereza nodded. "It''ll be a tight fit, but the entrance is open, just need to head inside." "Good. Tendrils, take point." Isaac muscled past Sereza and grunted as he pushed the door open. The beastkin waitress from last time was there, but she averted her gaze and moved to serve a couple demanding drinks. We piled into the same booth Isaac was in during his talk with the gang. He went first, followed by Teddy then Igas. Sereza and I entered next, with Celenea and Eodyne taking up the rear. On the way down, I recognized an alert rune hidden around the lip of the entrance. Isaac had already flared his mana, actively flashing the black-dagger pin in his hand. We were currently in the sewers section, the smell thankfully contained by enchantments that ran along the edge of the stone pathways. As I inspected the enchantments, mana flared to the far right and I paused. I didn''t see anything different, but mana flickered and died, originating from inside the shadows. "You have ten seconds to explain," came a female voice. I stared at the shadows and pointed a finger. The others turned and stared as a woman dressed in all black emerged from the corner. Only her eyes were exposed and they glared in my direction. "Eight seconds," she said. "I''m sponsoring them. They''re here for the market," Isaac answered. He tossed a separate pin and crossed his arms. "Do yourself a favor and fuck off. This isn''t guild business." A swell of mana engulfed the tunnel behind the woman. It tasted of ash and cold smoke. It was strong enough to distort the area behind her like a heatwave. "Push your luck, idiot. Give me an excuse," she growled. Isaac stayed silent, but he continued to glare. Eventually, the woman pocketed the pin and tossed him a different one. "You''re approved. But leave within three hours, or I''ll hunt you down. Is that clear?" This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. Isaac snorted. "Don''t need to tell me twice." She continued to watch him, before eventually she turned and stepped back into the corner where her mana activated and carried her away. I tracked her for about a second. The shadowplane hid her signature and whisked her away, throwing her downward, at least according to my senses. After a minute, Isaac slumped forward. "Fuck," he muttered. "What''s wrong?" Teddy asked. "She''s a tier three. Shadowheart. She''s an expert smuggler and hitman, not a guardsman." "Should we expect any trouble?" Isaac shook his head. "No, at least I hope so. She''s twice as fast as I am and is nearly impossible to pin down. We should avoid her at all costs." "Alright. Lead the way. Quick in and out." Sereza flicked her tail. The illusion blurred, revealing a sliver of her true tail before the fur solidified and reformed. "We have to stop at the market first. She might come back if we don''t." "She''s right," Isaac growled. "Come on, we''ll visit the food stall. Buy something, don''t eat it. Then we''ll head toward the Pit." Isaac led the way through a series of turns before he stopped at a blank wall. He slammed his hand onto a hidden indent near the floor as mana pulsed and was sucked into the wall. The hidden door slid upward and revealed a bustling undercity road filled with people. We bumped shoulders as we marched through the crowd. Some avoiding us others glaring in our direction.. There was a hell of a lot more than I expected. Well over a hundred individuals were in the underground cavern. Some talked, others fiddled with something to the side. But the majority of the space was taken up by large market stalls. Some sold questionable food; others hawked enchanted gear of varying quality. Whenever someone would look our way, they''d take one look at Isaac and back off. It was hard to notice at first but it wasn''t Isaac himself, rather the glowing pin he had on. Quickly, he led us to the cleanest stall inside the market, one of the few not dripping with juices and covered in mystery stains. I had no idea what animal the bright neon-yellow meat came from, but it was deep-fried and covered in spices. Isaac tossed five silvers. The food vendor smiled with broken teeth. "Scorched or Murdered." "Murdered," Isaac replied. The vendor slammed open the metal hatch and released a green fog that wafted upward. Nine sticks. He shoved them into the fryer and pulled them out every five seconds to douse them in a different colored spice. With the fourth dip, the meat was no longer yellow, but rather a trash green. He tossed the skewers into a paper bag that instantly dripped with oil, staining the road before chuckling. "Come back when you''re hungry for more!" Isaac ignored him and we moved on, spending the next three minutes in silence till he slid between an alley and stopped behind a stone building. He sniffed the meat and retched. "Skelter Rats. Fucking disgusting." A tendril rose and grabbed the dripping bag before launching it across the cavern. "Right. We''ve been here long enough. The Pit is inside the tavern. If someone tries to pickpocket you, stab their hand. If they threaten your life, break their bones. Got me?" "That bad?" I asked. Sereza shuddered. "I had a bodyguard for a reason. If you don''t, you''ll get jumped." "The Pit is where the civility dies, and the blood flows. Not the time to be a meek bitch." "Understood. Lead the way," Teddy ordered. Isaac pointed to the side alley to our right and headed in that direction. I frowned. There was something near the broken crate. Without waiting, I pulled out the knife strapped to my waist and threw it. It sailed through the air before puncturing the thin wood. A screech erupted and something small jumped toward the side. It crawled along the wall, but a ghostly green dagger pierced its shell and pinned it to the stone. The creature exploded in a wave of gold blood that turned to dust before it reached the ground. "A summon?" I asked. Isaac nodded. "No more questions. Whoever was the summoner knows of its death. They''ll investigate soon enough." He slid through an alley and led us toward the largest building inside the underground cavern. It was made of stone and roots shaped more like a giant potato. A burly beastkin stood guard. His snout had half its jowl torn off, exposing snarling metal teeth. He took one look at Isaac''s pin before grunting and stepping to the side. "Hands to yourself." Before he could look away, Isaac moved and appeared underneath the man. Shadows rose from beneath them and wrapped themselves around his leg, each one holding a black knife. The bear beastkin froze. "Shut it and forget we were here. Don''t, and I''ll take your eyes. Got it?" Isaac whispered. The bouncer nodded slowly, not daring to breathe. Isaac stomped, his shadows retracting before he pushed the beastkin aside and motioned for us to follow. I blinked at the display. It had been awhile since I saw Isaac threaten someone. Murder is a good look on him. We entered in formation, drawing the eyes of several patrons inside the filled tavern. Beastkins, elves, and humans; they littered every table and clutched onto their mugs. At the bar, a tall female beastkin stood out like a sore thumb, dressed in an immaculate suit. Isaac stepped past a drunk elf who slumped to the floor and placed his palm on the counter. "Underside." The bartender nodded and reached a hand underneath the wood. Something clicked to the left and he walked away, mixing a drink for a different patron. Near the stairs, a side panel had opened up. A black haze blocked the opening, but Isaac stepped through without stopping. As soon as I shoved my head past the illusion, the world roared to life. A cacophony of noise echoed throughout the cavern. Isaac had briefed us on what to expect. Dirt-covered ground, a crowd of people that looked ready to slit your throat, it was exactly as he described. Another roar erupted, and I turned toward the massive colosseum that stretched beyond the tall walls. Numerous light orbs were attached to the sides. It looked like a crappy Christmas tree. We didn''t stay and gawk. As soon as we were all through, he rushed for a low wall and pushed through a second illusion. On the other side, he stopped and pulled a map out of his dimensional storage. "The gang''s base is two blocks east," Isaac said. "But his memory shows Desolace," Sereza said. "Gang first," Teddy said. "As long as we take out their leader, they''ll listen." "Only because Rex keeps them stupidly loyal," Isaac muttered. "Doesn''t matter why. We can handle him even if he is tier three." "Mask, summon," Teddy said as he activated his auras. His buffs flooded my body in a wave of light before Teddy flexed his fingers and turned the aura invisible. My mana split and rushed into three. Zharia, Magnus, and Sturmrorex emerged from my chest as my skills activated. My familiars hid underneath my clothes, Zharia and Sturm snuffling under the bulk of my hood while Magnus was held in the secret pocket sewn into my robe. Of course, as soon as he settled in, I could feel the desire to sleep from Magnus. I pressed down, booping his nose. "After. Need you to be alert," I said. Magnus groaned. "But it''s comfortable." "I''ll peck your ear!" Zharia warned. Magnus raised his head and pressed it against the cloth while closing his eyes. "Thank you." Zharia preened, and Sturmrorex pouted as he constricted tighter around my neck. But they didn''t complain, and I took position behind Teddy and Igas. Celenae was last followed by Eodyne and Sereza flanking her. We slipped out of the alley and marched into another. This time, we weaved through a winding path of turns and corners until we stopped before a building made entirely out of black wood. So far the Underground had been simultaneously disappointing and more than I expected. It really was an underground den for people on the shady side, but there was a surprising level of refinement. Somehow, I expected true slums, the kind of dirt and filth that lined the streets and marred the walls. But people kept to themselves, mingled where they wanted, and kept their tones hushed. Then again, with a gatekeeper, I should have expected a level of organization, even if it was the underbelly of the city. "Sense anything?" Magnus covered his nose with his paw. "Blood." I sniffed the air. Besides the stale air and fungus growing on the nearby wall, I couldn''t smell what overwhelmed Magnus'' nose. He pawed my chest and shook his head. "Mana." This time, I closed my eyes and shut out the world. There was something there at the edge of my perception, but that was it. "Cy-Mask. What do you notice?" Teddy asked. "Magnus says there is blood." "I don''t smell anything," Sereza whispered. "Not smell," I said. "It''s mana. Does anyone use blood skills?" "Not in Rex''s gang. He despises it," Isaac replied. "Keep on your toes. Tendril, scout the area. Rain go high." Isaac slipped into the floor and Eodyne scaled a nearby building. We proceeded, and Magnus'' unease grew. Slowly, the mana became more obvious, and I could taste the blood on my tongue. It was heavy, and viscous¨Ca cloying strangling corruption that clawed at your flesh. Something''s wrong. I grabbed Igas'' shoulder. "The mana is getting stronger." "I can feel it," he replied. Mana flared from his chest and ice grew over the illusion. His armor formed and he pulled out his sword while keeping his gaze locked onto the building. "Kick the door down?" Teddy activated another aura; one centered around Igas specifically. "Do it." Igas raised his foot and slammed into the door, shattering the wood. Shrapnel flew and the blood scent exploded outward. Magnus groaned, and I summoned my spear. But nothing attacked. Instead, a hollow, weak laugh rumbled from inside. Isaac appeared, pushing past Igas as he rushed in. "Urry!" Urry raised her head, half her face missing, revealing her teeth and bloodshot eye. "It''s too late, Dawnborn. We fucked up," she spat. As Isaac reached her, her head slumped and joined the stagnant pool of blood on the floor. "Urry!" Chapter 18: Shadow vs Shadow Isaac lifted her head and slapped her good cheek. She didn''t respond. He began shaking her, but Teddy gripped his shoulder and shook his head. "She''s gone," Teddy said softly. Isaac continued to hold her, but Igas helped set her down as Isaac stood up. "I''ve known her since we were kids. She''s an idiot and cocky, but not a monster," he whispered. "I remember. She brought you to my house when you were knocked out." He stared at Urry and then panned over to examine the rest of the corpses. Most were hardly what you could call a body. The limbs were ripped off; their flesh had exploded, leaving behind a puddle of gore. Those who were intact were pale and drained, clear signs of exsanguination. "Mask?" "Magnus?" "Right. Inside room." I pointed to the open doorway. It was a small room, no bigger than your average closet. Two bodies were in there, a beastkin and a human. "Recognize any of them?" "No. I haven''t been to their base in years," Isaac said. "What do you sense?" Magnus poked his head out of my collar and growled. "Dense." "Shield. Cover it. Tendril, set it off," Teddy ordered. Isaac created a clone and it approached while Celenae conjured a barrier. She added a second layer before she nodded toward Isaac. The clone reached down and tapped the body. Magnus roared and the body exploded. Gore splattered the barrier, coating it in red paint with bits of bone and meat. She snapped her fingers, and the first barrier shattered, letting the gore fall to the floor. The entire closet was nothing more than shrapnel and blood. "What was that?" Sereza asked. Another clone appeared and we waited, but no matter what the clone did, nothing else happened. Isaac dismissed the clone and stared. "A trap or a side effect," Teddy muttered. "Sense anything else?" Magnus nodded and pointed a paw deeper into the building. "Tendril, send a clone to Rain. Ask if she noticed anything." Isaac didn''t respond, instead, he stared at the door leading deeper inside. Igas slid in front of him and crossed his arms. "Stuff it for later. We got a job to do." Instead of replying, Isaac tugged on his hood and sank into the floor. A clone rose and took his place before it dashed out of the building. Teddy sighed and flared the mana around his shield. "Worry about him later. He''s around." With Teddy in the lead, he pushed deeper. Igas was our guard, while I had Magnus constantly check for mana. It was nearly impossible with the mana being all the same, but Magnus was able to detect when a corpse had more than the others. Every corpse was set off by Sereza''s spectral daggers. Celenae blocked the explosions as we systematically moved through the rooms. The last hallway, Isaac finally appeared. He silently pushed open the door, revealing a room covered in blood¨Clike the rest. It coated the walls, floors and ceiling. But not in a splatter of dismemberment. Magnus growled, and he siphoned mana from the air. From the link, It was like a grain of sand compared to what was inside. "There''s a lot of mana inside the room. More than Magnus can absorb." "Rex is inside," Isaac said. "I assume he''s the bomb?" I reached with my mana sense and was pulled toward the center where a strangely whole corpse lay. Unlike the others with various levels of dismemberment, a knife was stuck into the man''s chest. "We should leave," Celenae warned. Teddy looked to Isaac, but he remained silent. Sereza crossed her arms. "This is the Underground. Warn the beastkin at the bar, and he''ll notify people. Probably a Gatekeeper." "Gatekeeper?" I asked. "Like the woman at the entrance." "We could set it off," Igas countered. "And risk harm to ourselves for no reason. Nobody is alive, and we still have one more stop. Let''s get out of here," Teddy said. Igas waited until Isaac turned away, positioning himself between him and the door. I stared into the room. Something about the symbols drawn along the circle looked familiar. "Mask?" Sereza said. "What''s wrong?" I clicked my fangs and shrugged. "Nothing. The room looked a little familiar, that''s all." "Was it in the memory?" "Nah. Let''s go. Hopefully, the kid is okay." "He better be," she muttered. We did a double-check, running through each of the exploded rooms before we exited the building. Teddy turned to Isaac. "Tell Eodyne to follow but stay hidden." Isaac nodded, but as he began to sink into Teddy''s shadow, a tendril sprouted and flung him back. A barrier appeared and intercepted the curling whip that cracked the air above where Teddy stood. Teddy flared his skills, and Igas stomped, creating a field of ice underneath. Sereza pulled out her daggers and I gripped my spear. The Gatekeeper''s whip retracted, snaking around her arm as she stepped out of the crack in the wall. "Explain yourselves." Teddy slammed his shield down, cracking the stone. "Why did you attack me?" "I won''t ask again," she shouted. "Last chance. Comply, or I''ll rip off your limbs." "You have the wrong idea," Teddy warned. "So be it," she smiled. A wave of black rose behind her, bathing the area in swirling fog. As the shadows solidified, a dozen glowing red eyes appeared, hovering at head height. The shadows condense and black-bone limbs materialized along with varying weapons and armor. The skeletons pointed their weapons forward while the Gatekeeper sank into the ground. She appeared on Celenae''s right, but an electric bolt shot forward, exploding as it passed through her arm. She appeared twenty feet away with smoke rising up her wrist. "Smart. No holding back," she said. More arrows flew, and Teddy activated more enchantments, forcing the skeletons to look his way. Those that managed to resist his taunt were launched into the air by an ice pillar. "Sturmrorex, Zharia. Now!" I commanded. My familiars flew out of my hood and unleashed on the shadow army. But as one was taken down, another would reform and charge. Mana flared, and I dived, flicking my spear behind me as I did. The woman tsked again and appeared behind Sereza. The felkin turned into a cloud and avoided the grab. More arrows zipped toward the woman''s direction and she retreated. I moved toward Celenae and she placed a barrier behind our backs. "Sturmrorex," I ordered. "Guard Eodyne." "She''ll suffer before I allow harm!" Sturmrorex roared. Sereza stepped up and sliced forward, sending daggers into the squad assaulting Igas. "Where''s Isaac?" I asked. Celenae slammed her staff and launched Teddy up who fell like a meteor and sent out a wave of blinding light. "Chasing her," she said as she conjured another barrier. If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. I watched as the woman constantly teleported with Isaac a step behind. Occasionally, a tendril would lash out, but she expertly defended herself. Her whip split into nine and cracked the air explosively. Isaac dived and rose from Celenae''s shadow. His sleeve was in tatters as blood soaked the cloth. "She''s holding back," he spat. I frowned. "Why?" "Don''t know. Something''s wrong. She shouldn''t attack us like this without a reason." Mana flared, and I slammed my spear to Sereza''s right. The woman grunted as my blade cut her forearm. She snapped a kick, knocking my spear away. As she jumped, an arrow bent behind her and accelerated before she could enter the shadow. The arrow exploded and she rolled into Celenae''s barrier. Igas launched forward, hopping off a pillar and brought his blade down. She lowered her arms and whistled. Shadows rose and swallowed the area. Celenae''s barrier shattered, and Igas was flung into the fog. Sereza became a cloud and hovered behind me while Celenae was dragged below. "Magnus!" I shouted. My familiar opened his mouth and inhaled the shadows. As he devoured the tide, the shadows bent around us, creating an island amongst the endless darkness. Teddy stumbled behind us and slammed his shield down. "Cover your eyes." I looked away as his hand became a beacon. Mana rushed forward into a beam of light that scattered into rainbows through the glass shield. The opposing mana types clashed. The shadows fought back, hissing as if burned, but Teddy continued to pour more of his mana into the skill and stepped forward. "Aaagh!" the woman screamed. The shadows retreated, and Teddy sank to his knees. Zharia zipped to my shoulder and stared ahead. "Don''t move, or I will gut her. That includes you, archer!" The fog cleared. Celenae was in the woman''s grasp, a dagger to her throat. The woman''s form was more visible. The black leathers burned away, revealing pale skin underneath. "Why are you attacking us?" Teddy shouted. The dagger drew blood, and Celenae froze. "Don''t play stupid. I saw what you did to the other gangs." Other gangs? "It wasn''t us!" Sereza yelled. "Lie to me and I gut her. Last chance," the woman threatened. Teddy stood up slowly but kept his hands to his side. Igas groaned and sat up, but Teddy shook his head. "Calm down. We were here to interrogate. We didn''t do whatever it is you''re talking about." "Dragonshit. I can smell the blood." "Wasn''t us. We''re here for someone else." Her eyes narrowed but she kept the dagger close. Celenae didn''t breathe while fat, crimson droplets trickled down. She tsked and adjusted the knife, but as she did, Isaac''s daggers stabbed into her neck. His clothes were gone, replaced by a void that covered his body like ink. It rippled and swayed along with six tendrils, all pointed toward the woman. "Move, and you die. Kill her, and I''ll torture your soul for eternity," he said, his voice cold steel that hummed through the air. "Dawnborn. I recognize you. You''re only tier two," she said. "Last chance," he growled. She stared, her hair whipping behind her. Isaac''s tendrils pushed against her skin and she sighed. Her dagger slipped, and Celenae conjured a barrier. In an instant, the barrier flashed and took her hand. She yelped, but Isaac stabbed his tendrils into her arms and legs, pinning her to the ground. Despite the damage, she looked up and glared. "Kill me, and the Underground will hunt you down." "Don''t tempt me with a good time," Isaac chuckled. His voice was flat, and his eyes were swirling voids that sucked in the light from Teddy''s mace. "What happened to the other gangs? Talk, or the next one goes through your stomach." She grinned. "I don''t answer to you. Fuck off-" Blood sprayed the stone as his tendril wormed its way through her body. He crouched and placed his daggers on both sides of her head. "I''m not in a good mood. Talk. Or don''t." She licked her teeth and spread the blood across the enamel. It dripped out and joined the pool growing beneath her. "The Lords will enjoy selling your bodies to the market," she laughed before a deluge of blood spilled out. Her whip unfurled and sliced toward Celenae, but Isaac''s dagger pushed through her ear. Yet, as it did, her head exploded in a wave of shadow and she grabbed his leg and flung him into the wall. Her body moved faster than Celenae could pin her down. When she reformed, Eodyne''s arrow beelined for her head, but her body became fog and she reformed on her knees, panting. The arrow continued through the building and she stood up and laughed. As she did, she crushed something inside her palm and flung the dust. "Too late now. I suggest you run little rats." She gripped a marble in her other hand and examined us all. She paused on each of our faces before wiping her mouth. "The disguises won''t do a thing. Your mana signature has been recorded," she chuckled. "It''s too late. They''ll be here any mome-" Mana rushed forward and I flinched as the smell of blood drowned out my other senses. "Master!" Magnus roared. Mana was sucked away and I blinked as my vision returned. The Gatekeeper was lifted into the air by a stream of blood stretching from inside the gang building. It formed crystal claws that dug into her neck and crushed her throat, maintaining form even as she swiped her arms through the stream. She was raised further into the air. Glowing sigils scratched themselves into existence around her body and began to spin. Her eyes met mine. She screamed and crushed the second marble. Reality warped. A shockwave tore her body apart, spattering the blood limb before reality bent and twisted. It splintered into fragments that spun in opposite directions, trailing strips of the world away. The void appeared. A second shockwave knocked everyone to the ground. I fell onto Sereza and we went down. Magnus managed to grip my robe as he battled the mana rushing through the hole in reality. But another shockwave came and the others were ripped away before I could react. A force grabbed my legs, but Magnus sucked it away until he collapsed. "Damnit!" I yelled. My spear stabbed into the stone and we held for a second before we slid closer. Sereza staked her daggers and wrapped her legs around my waist while I reinserted my spear. "Magnus! Zharia! Fire!" Golden flames torrented out of Zharia''s mouth while Magnus raised his head and released a wave of shadows. The mana collided, freeing us from the pull as I pushed us backward. "Hold on! It''s fixing itself!" I yelled. But as I did, a fountain of blood condensed and hardened into a long arm that wrapped around us. I had enough time to watch Eodyne blitz through the air before we were dragged into the portal. Chapter 19: Bloody Encounter The world stretched my insides, but I flexed and my mana solidified, resisting the tearing chaos that was the transportation between dimensions. Magnus and Zharia were protected in my arms, and they hunkered down. I scrunched up, keeping Sereza''s legs trapped and attached. I wouldn''t let go. We zipped through the whirling colors until the light flashed and the stretching stopped. The limb wrapped around us continued to pull forward, forcing us into a roll across solid ground. Magnus bit down, and sucked in the mana, while Zharia sank her talons into the appendage and released a torrent of flames. The arm expanded like a balloon before it blew up and coated us in sizzling liquid. We rolled and I held out my arm to stop us. Snap! My wrist broke and I swallowed the yelp while Sereza banged her horns into my back. "Fuck!" I spat. "I heard something break," Sereza whispered. "Yeah, my fucking arm." I channeled my mana and weaved it into Verdant Healer. ¨¢ine appeared and slapped her hands onto my chest. Her skill activated and mana rushed to repair the broken bone. After it was healed, I had her heal Sereza while I stood up and brandished my spear. We were alone. The portal had spit us out in the middle of an empty square. Abandoned buildings surrounded all sides, dilapidated and in varying states of ruin. "See anything?" Sereza asked as she stood up. "Master! Are you okay?!" Sturmrorex shouted in my head. "Yes. How''s Eodyne and the others?" "Eodyne is good. Others are gone! Where are you?!" "Unknown, still in the Underground. Protect Eodyne." Sturmrorex''s worry bled through the link, but I pushed it to the back of my mind. "On my honor!" he agreed. I exhaled and watched ¨¢ine heal the rest of Sereza''s injuries. Broken pinky and, effectively, road rash on her arms, it was healed within seconds as the little fairy pumped her full of mana. When she was done, ¨¢ine rushed into my hoodie and secured herself behind my neck while Magnus stood by my feet and Zharia clutched my shoulder. I scanned the area, even closed my eyes and tried to sense for mana signatures. "No," I said. "I sense nothing." "What in the hells? We''re still in the Underground, but I don''t recognize where." Sereza placed her back to mine and we circled slowly, but a minute went by and nothing attacked us. "Magnus? Do you feel anything?" I asked. Magnus shook his head. "Zharia, be careful, but go scout." "On it!" she chirped. She took off and I closed my eyes. "Look-out?" "Yes." "Got it." Zharia flew up past the rows of destroyed buildings, but not before zipping outside the windows and checking each floor. It was a long shot, but the enemy could be hiding anywhere. The first quarter to our left was barren, the buildings in an even worse state than the ones near us. The northern quarter had a massive crater leading into an abyss so I had her ignore it and move on. Where the hell are you? "Go east," I instructed. Zharia flew up and crested above a tall tower-like structure before she stopped. "Master!" "I see it, come back, we''ll-" Zharia squawked as something heavy bound her wings tight and dragged her to the ground. "Zharia!" I canceled the skill, and my soul was yanked as mana rushed toward me. "Cyrus?" Sereza asked. I grunted as Zharia''s weight slammed into my chest, the ethereal mana-like jagged edges of glass. "Zharia was captured. Robed dude in a blood circle to the east." I panted. "Shadow lady by his feet." If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. "The Gatekeeper is still alive? Why? Why grab her?" Sereza scowled. "No idea, but I think she was the target. We were simply collateral." "Engage or retreat?" I licked my lips and rubbed at my chest. ¨¢ine tried to heal, but it didn''t help. I didn''t recall my familiars when they were far away for a reason; I knew instinctively that it''d fuck me up and strain my soul. "Up to you." She bit her lip and her tail lashed the air. "I don''t like it. I want to know, but we shouldn''t be stupid. Let''s retreat for now and try to regroup with the others. If we can''t find them, we go to Teddy''s parents." I wanted to skewer the bastard, but she was right. "Fine, let''s go." She patted my shoulder and reached down to scoop up Magnus. "If you''re hurt, I''ll carry him. Let''s get out of here." We made it to the edge of the square before I sensed a pillar of mana to our right. Magnus roared and I dived, slamming Sereza to the ground. A massive, clawed hand swiped through the air. Magnus slashed with his claws and sent out five lines of crimson energy. They impacted the forearm of the creature, but instead of damaging it, the slashes rippled and were sucked away. What? The creature was bipedal and huge. It stood over seven feet with shoulders wider than me and Sereza combined. Two clawed hands, each claw the size of our fist, dragged across the floor. it stared with a gaping maw. It had no eyes, only a stretch of bright red skin across a bulbous face. I rolled to my right and slashed forward. The blade of my spear sliced through its arm but was stopped halfway as it impacted something hard. Damnit. Sereza was up, and she sent a salvo of spectral daggers that were absorbed. She pulled on my robe and lifted me up while moving backward. Magnus was at our feet but he kept his energy contained. We backed up, but the creature didn''t move. "Surround and destroy?" "My attacks did no damage." I sent mana into Galarion''s skill and he appeared. He kept himself transparent, instantly diving into my head before extending his tentacles outward. Galarion recoiled. "What''s wrong?" I asked. "No thoughts!" My eyes narrowed. "Galarion says it has no thoughts," We continued to back up, but its finger twitched, and we stopped. I held my spear in front of us, ready to intercept, while Sereza funneled mana into her daggers. "Go right, I go left?" I nodded and bent low, but Galarion screamed a warning. "Capture!" Blood met bone. Toxic mana was sucked away as the creature''s flesh enveloped my spear. It swung downward, but Sereza jumped, spinning her tail as it cut across its head. Her tail met the same resistance as my spear, but the creature was staggered. I tugged my spear back and Magnus slashed his claws across its ankles. A torrent of blood-red energy was siphoned away, and he slashed again before a meaty foot launched him across the square. I charged in and thrusted upward. I aimed for the chest. The blade met something hard and stopped but pushed the creature back. Sereza hopped onto my spear and twisted, slamming her daggers into the same spot. An explosion of yellow acid bubbled away and she wrapped her tail around my waist before pulling me out of range. "Think I got it?" I couldn''t see; the acid created thick smoke as it ate away the stone. "Stall!" Galarion shouted. Before I could shout the warning, another blood appendage snatched Sereza''s belt and dragged her backward. I turned and stabbed forward, but something heavy barreled into me and slammed me down. I coughed blood and my fangs chipped. ¨¢ine rushed to heal me. She couldn¡¯t as I was dragged across the ground before being lifted into the air and carried like a sack of potatoes. "Master!" Magnus roared. I extended my arm and channeled Spirit Lord''s Invocation. His body broke apart and the motes of light rushed into my skin. Fur sprouted, and crystals grew a second layer over it. I clutched onto the creature''s shoulder but didn''t activate Magnus'' skill. The creature holding me was smaller, more compact, and its form reduced after Sereza''s acid. It moved fast, chasing the arm that carried Sereza through the winding maze of broken buildings. If the size reduced its physical capabilities I couldn''t tell. Sereza didn''t scream but continuously stabbed at the appendage and unleashed her skills. She locked eyes and saw my claws. She nodded and stabbed her daggers into the appendage. Mana swelled, but she didn''t release. "Galarion, thoughts!" "Return to Master!" Galarion shouted. "Come out," He exited my skull and flopped onto my face. I stabbed into the creature''s head and sucked away the mana. Its form destabilized, rippling outward. But it didn''t stop running. "Go inside, try to wrestle control." I had no idea if it would work, but it was a better option than nothing. The thing had to be a puppet or a summon. It didn''t think on its own. Galarion slid forward and dyed himself red, becoming nearly indistinguishable from the rest of the creature''s body. I pulled out my claws, and the skin surged into place. Where are you taking us... It didn''t take long with the speed of the limb and the creature, we arrived at the square with the robed figure within seconds. Before the arm retracted, Sereza unleashed her skill and exploded the limb before turning into a cloud of gas. She flew up and solidified behind me. As she fell, she sliced into the arm carrying me and I activated Magnus'' skill. Mana rushed into the receptacles, swirling inside. Solid blood. The mana tasted, smelled, and felt like congealed blood. I pulled enough and slipped free. As blood rained down, I rolled and slammed into the creature''s back, knocking it forward. It landed an inch away from the ritual circle, coming to a stop as if held back by an unseen force. The robed figure lowered their hands and stared. At his feet, looking a hell of a lot more pale than before, was the Gatekeeper. Her wrists were slashed open, with her eyes rolled back. The creature slowly sat up, but its movements were jerky and its body was smaller than before. I checked through the link and Galarion was still whole. "Well, you got us here, weirdo. What now?" Sereza shouted. No response. Instead, he lifted his leg and slammed a booted foot onto the Gatekeeper''s chest. Blood gushed out and joined the circle, squirming into sigils and runes before settling. Sereza sighed and flicked a spectral dagger. It zipped through the air, but the creature extended its arm and caught it, absorbing the attack. Another stomp. Blood oozed and the Gatekeeper groaned as she frothed at the mouth. I could feel it. The amount of mana leaking from the woman and into the circle was insane. As a tier three her mana pool had to be high, and every ounce of it was sucked away as more of her blood flowed into the ritual. It felt like solid air against the crystal skin. I didn''t siphon it, the figure would know. "If you let us leave, we don''t have to fight," I said. A third stomp. I crouched low and gripped my spear. Acid dripped from the tip while Sereza dipped her daggers into one of the vials she kept in her bandolier. "Galarion?" "Ready!" I grinned. The robed figure raised their arms, and lines of hazy red swirled before their palms. A long arm snaked out from behind their robe and grasped the air. "Now." Galarion drained away an entire chunk of my manapool but the creature stilled. The robed figure turned in response but couldn¡¯t react in time. The creature grasped the robes and slashed up. Fabric tore and the man yelped. Before the creature could grab him, its arm exploded and was torn to shreds by a wave of red flames. It scattered the blood mana and drove it across the ground before the flames morphed into black dust. Sereza stood up and gaped. Now exposed, the man clutched their bleeding arm and thumped the ground repeatedly with his tail. A felkin? "You!" Sereza shouted. The felkin stared like a deer in headlights and took a step back. "Sereza?" I asked while standing up. Galarion floated through the air and landed on my head before diving in. He was exhausted, but he managed to escape the creature''s body before it was torn apart. Sereza visibly shook and her tail stabbed forward like an accusing finger. "Lezka?! What the fuck are you doing?!" Chapter 20: Bloody Goodbye Dark crimson hair, reddish-brown skin, and two blade-like horns that jutted from the sides of his head before sweeping backward, the felkin looked nothing like the rest of his family. No. His eyes were glowing orbs of crimson in a sea of black, but the features were similar to his mother''s. He had her nose, her brow and the same dimples. His tail jutted in front of him and splayed its fingers. "Stop!" he commanded. "Don''t come near me!" "What the fuck happened to you? Why do you look like this?!" Sereza demanded. Her arms were shaking, so I moved behind her and supported her back. "Shut up! Go away!" Lezka screamed. He grabbed his robe and wrapped it around himself like a blanket as he tried to hide behind his tail. "Lezka?" Sereza whispered. "Wha-how? Why?!" "Stop talking to me! Get out of here, Sereza! Leave!" She shook her head and moved closer. "Explain everything." Lezka extended his hand and a ball of red flames formed in the center of his palm. "Don''t make me. I said stay away!" "Sereza..." I said. "Back off, don''t corner him before this turns into a fight." Her knuckles turned white as she tried to strangle the handle of her blades. I shifted, firmly pressing on her lower back until she stood up straight. "Why? And don''t tell me to stop! Answer me, Lezzie!" "Don''t call me that!" he roared. "I''m not the kid you knew!" She jutted her dagger at his tail. "No shit. What happened to you?" Lezka straightened and puffed his chest, but he still clutched onto the remainder of his robe like a frightened child. "What happened to me? I was kidnapped! Tortured! Left to rot in an iron prison while none of you came looking for me!" "Dragonshit! I searched for you, day one. I scoured the city for hours." His jaw quivered, but he snarled and clawed the air. The ball of flames grew wider, becoming a orb the size of a bowling ball. "You didn''t look hard enough," he growled. Sereza stilled, but her tail coiled behind her. "Didn''t look hard enough?" "You heard me. You. Didn''t. Look. Hard. Enough." "How? How was I supposed to know you''d do something so colossally stupid as to antagonize the Wintress!" The kid, though I wasn''t sure that he was one anymore, stomped onto the exsanguinated Gatekeeper. She sputtered more blood, breathing in and out, but otherwise, remained an unconscious corpse. "Shut up, Just shut up! I don''t need your rescuing anymore," he spat. "Lezka..." He lowered his hand, but the flames remained, licking the stone black near his leg. "Do you see what I did? How powerful I am now? I don''t need rescuing. Go home, Sereza." "Your family is worried sick. You''re mom-" I yanked Sereza back and braced both hands in front of me. The flames exploded against the crystal, half of the force being sucked away while I was knocked backward. My robes burned and I quickly tore them off before I was immolated. The wisps that remained were devoured and fed into the mana container inside my chest. "Lezka! Stop!" Sereza yelled. She stood up and brandished her daggers. "This isn''t you." "I said shut up! Don''t talk about them. Go home, tell them I died. Leave!" Lezka roared. "You''re mom is wo-" This time, when the crimson fireball rocketed toward her, she dived to the side and leapt to her feet. Lezka stepped back in terror, but his tail moved and punched her in the gut. She was launched into the air but she activated her movement skill and became a cloud before she hit the wall. No more leniency. I charged and he swiped his claws in my direction. Streams of blood rose from the circle and bulleted toward me. One sliced my shoulder, another cut into my hip. ¨¢ine activated her skill as I dived between two ribbons and slammed my arm into another. The mana broke apart against my arm, but I could feel my bones nearly shatter from the impact. This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. "Get away!" Lezka screamed. I channeled the energy I absorbed into my hands and swung toward his feet. Ten lines of blood-red energy shot out, tearing through the ribbons. Four slashes were used up in the collision, the other six continuing closer. He stomped his foot and I backpedaled as a tidal wave of blood gushed out. It towered over the buildings and drowned the ceiling. "Cyrus!" Sereza shouted. I had enough time to see her reactivate her movement skill before I slammed my spear into the stone and braced myself. It hit me like a charging train, cracking my ribs and dislocating my shoulder before the tide carried me away and into a wall. I was pressed against it, unable to breathe even as I tore into the mana. Magnus'' skill guzzled it down, but it was like trying to drink the ocean through a straw. It was as heavy as ether, a constant pressure that pushed me back. I slammed my jaw shut and lowered my head, adding the absorption of my helmet. But the pressure was too strong and I continued to struggle. My receptacle filled and I pushed it down, refining it into something thicker. More came, and my fingers snapped backward. I kept up the consumption through gritted teeth. "Aaagh!" As the screams cut through the overwhelming flood of noise, the wave lessened and I fell flat. The crystal smashed into the stone. A jolt of electricity shot down my spine before ¨¢ine fixed the damage. I groaned and managed to look up, spitting out a mouthful of blood that clogged my throat. "You stabbed me!" Lezka screamed. He clutched an ethereal dagger that shattered under his grip. The wound was superficial, barely a centimeter into his calf, but his face contorted in pain. Sereza was on one of the remaining buildings, the stone having given way to a single pillar that remained standing amongst the river of blood. She glanced over and I nodded. Her daggers glowed green and she leaned forward, tensing her legs. Lezka continued to stare at the wound, his jaw slack and his eyes wide. He didn''t see her, as distracted as he was. I tried to stand, but my legs gave out and I slammed my chin against the ground. Damnit. Sereza launched, diving forward. Come on. Before she crashed, she became a cloud that dispersed but quickly reformed. Lezka slowly looked up, but it was too late. Her daggers glowed, and she raised them high. But she stopped, the blades hovering an inch above his leg.. "I... can''t..." Lezka gaped, glanced at the blade, and then reacted. His tail wrapped around her head and lifted her up. "Sereza!" I screamed. I channeled mana into my claws and activated the skill. The slashes appeared and- Slam! Stone cracked, and the ground gave way. Sereza was raised higher and slammed again before Lezka stomped his foot, and a swarm of blood ribbons took the slashes. He lowered her gently, peeling back the fingers of his tail. Sereza''s head rolled forward, dark-green blood dripping down her chin. "¨¢ine, focus on the legs; nothing else matters!" I stood up, but he ignored me and gently lowered her outside the circle before propping her up against a wall. "I won''t kill her," he said. He turned to me and wiped away bloody tears that streamed down his cheeks. "She deserves at least that much." "Why? Why are you doing this?" I said while reaching for my spear. I wrapped my claws around it but he didn''t react. He raised his hands and his tail, staring at himself while he slowly turned toward me. "I had no other choice. They were going to kill me. Either I took the deal or died in that cell." I shook my head. "He wasn''t going to kill you. Riven wanted you as leverage. We''d have found you." He snarled and balled his hands into fists. "And how was I supposed to know that? Weeks! I was tortured for weeks! There was no escape. Not for me..." ¨¢ine fixed my legs and I stood up straight. The mana inside the crystal container inside my chest was filled to the brim with condensed mana. If he attacked, I was ready. "What happened? Don''t give me the same shit you fed her." "And who are you?" he screamed. "Why are you even here?" "Galarion. Wake up, pay attention. Tell me what he''s thinking. I need to know if he''s under mind control or not." Galarion stirred, still exhausted but ready. He stretched his tentacles but kept them hidden, and I cracked my neck. "I''m how we knew to come to the Underground. Found that you were being held against your will. So cut me some slack." The ritual circle bubbled but remained inert even though I felt a lake of mana simmering underneath. Can''t fuck around too much. "Anger. Fear. Suspicion. He''s... worried," Galarion rattled. Lezka licked his fangs, exposing serrated triangular teeth. "What do you want?" I chuckled and sighed. "To go home and sleep." His face scrunched in confusion, but I shook my head. "I''m here because your mother cried herself to sleep," I growled. He tried to say something, but I slammed my spear against the ground. "Just shut up. Seriously, shut up. I''m here because your father and brother are worried sick. And your family is nice. Far nicer than most. That doesn''t mean much, but I''m here because I''m an idiot who gives a shit." "Why?" "Confusion, suspicion. Anger," Galarion added. I mentally nodded and inhaled slowly. "Don''t know. But that doesn''t matter. Just tell me what happened to you." "I owe you nothing!" Lezka yelled. "Don''t give a fuck. It''s not for me. It''s for your parents and brother. Bind yourself for power, go live as a rat in the Underground I don''t fucking care. But Sereza organized this for you. Your mom begged for us to find you. You owe us that much." A memory played of a tall masked man in scarlet robes and a flowing black cloak rising from a crack in the wall. His form was a giant droplet of undulating blood that hardened and solidified outside of Lezka''s cell. The memory fractured as he held out his hand offering a vial filled with crimson liquid. I shook myself out of the memory and focused my eyes on the spellcircle. The ritual lines I didn''t understand but they had a similar sigil style along the masked man''s cloak. "He gave something to you, didn''t he? Power? Skillstones?" Lezka glared. "He gave me the revenge I wanted. To evolve into something more than some mid-rate craftsman." My eyes narrowed. "Was it worth it?" "No... Yes..." Galarion whispered sleepily. His lip quivered, but he raised his chin and spread his arms wide. In response, the circle flared to life and I braced myself but the light show ended and he lowered his arms, the Gatekeeper''s body no longer inside the circle. "I''m leaving. Don''t look for me, you can''t follow," he said. To punctuate his words a swirling vortex expanded above his palm and I felt mana activate inside a necklace just below his shirt. Spatial mana joined the chaotic whirls and the portal expanded to his height. The otherside was a barren wasteland of red dirt and skeletons half-buried underneath the dust. He took a step back while keeping his eyes locked on mine. "Wait," I called out. Lezka stopped and I lowered my spear. "Do what you want to do, but tell your mother goodbye. Write them a note, record on a crystal. It doesn''t matter. Just tell them goodbye before you leave for good." His eyes flashed and mana built but he squeezed his fingers and turned away. "Fine. Tell Sereza I''m sorry. And... that she was the best big sister I always wanted." Lezka stepped through the portal and it snapped shut. Fat droplets rained down while the spatial mana faded away. By now I was fully healed so I approached Sereza and pulled ¨¢ine out of my hoodie. She rushed to the felkin and landed on her chest before pulling from my mana pool. I crouched low and brushed her hair back, while I used my hoodie to wipe away the blood. Carefully, I pried her daggers free and stored them along my belt before lifting her into a princess carry. "Sturmrorex." "Master! I felt pain. Are you alive? Where are you?!" Sturmrorex said. "Tell Eodyne we''re safe. Find Isaac first, he''ll help find the others faster." "On it!" I stared at the devastation that remained. "Let''s go home, Sereza. We could use some rest." Chapter 21: Leaving the Pit Even with ¨¢ine''s healing, Sereza stayed unconscious. It wasn''t hard to take a look into her body through ¨¢ine''s memory, so I knew the state of her mana channels. All the damage she evaded while transformed had seriously stressed her body. And there were fragments of spatially-aspected mana left inside her chest that had to be absorbed before ¨¢ine could heal her properly. The section of the Underground we were in was truly abandoned. Not even rats or other scavengers littered the ruins. Throughout the next hour, I kept tabs through Sturmrorex and found myself near a small tunnel exit. "We have found Teddy, Igas, and Celenae. No, Isaac," he relayed. I sighed and checked the state of my soulspace. The wounds were still raw, and Zharia''s skillwisp was dim. I could summon her, but it wouldn''t be a pleasant experience for either of us. "Master. They want to know if you''re okay." A headache was starting to form, but I shook it off after Galarion did his thing. "Yes. Tell them not to worry about us. I found a tunnel out. No idea where it goes. I''ll contact you if I find something." Sturmrorex pouted. It wasn''t fair to be brusque with him, so I sent over the equivalent of a mental head pat and closed the link. The tunnel stretched on for a while¨Cno light and raw stone. I adjusted Sereza in my arms and began my journey through. Even with me controlling my movement, each step I took echoed between the walls. It was stifling, and my mind wandered through what happened. The mana from the boy wasn''t that strong, not alone. But the ritual circle that had absorbed the woman''s blood served as a catalyst to boost his skills. He felt at the upper end of tier one at most. A tier one''s skill shouldn''t have been strong enough to overwhelm Magnus'' transformation and break my bones. My passive reinforced my body, and more than a few segments of my bones were hardened crystal. Yet they shattered just as easily. I clicked my fangs and stopped. There was little use in running myself ragged trying to figure out things that made no sense. Lezka chose. He left because he wanted to. For once, I wasn''t being called to play hero. The boy didn''t need rescuing. Not from me, not this time. A step; his mother came to mind, teary-eyed and hollow. Galarion swiped the pain from another headache while ¨¢ine sent a jolt of mana coursing through my chest that warmed my heart. For a time, I embraced the smell of flowers and the taste of honeysuckle. "Thanks, guys," I whispered. I pushed through the tunnels and reached a solid wall. My familiars scouted, taking up high while I slowly kicked random spots with my foot. "Here," ¨¢ine said. She slapped the rough stone and backed away as I tapped it with my foot. There was something there. Carefully, I laid Sereza down and pressed my hand against the spot. Magnus'' skill managed to tear a sliver of mana from deep inside the stone. It tasted earthy and elusive. The mana itself was dark gray-brown that tried to blend with the other mana types inside my core. An illusion? I stabbed my claw into the earth, but I barely scratched the wall. Still, more of the mana came free and I tried again. Is was the equivalent of digging with a fork. Screw this. "Stay back," I warned. Galarion and ¨¢ine moved further back and took up position just before Sereza. I smiled before shifting my focus to the small scratch I had managed to dig. If it wanted to be stubborn, then I had just the thing. I flooded my spear with mana and activated the poison at the tip. It dripped down and sizzled, wafting acrid smoke into the air. Perfect. On three, I stabbed forward and slowly twisted the spear like a drill. As I pulled back, I shoved my claw inside the much wider hole and ripped a chunk of mana free. The wall glowed with blurry gray dots before fading back into the stone. I repeated the process until I could comfortably fit my entire hand into the hole. As I devoured the mana from the hidden enchantment, the wall blazed with runic lines before it shook and cracked. The crack widened down the middle, and the tunnel rumbled as the wall slowly slid apart. By the time I had Sereza in my arms, the walls had disappeared, revealing another tunnel behind it. "Boring!" Galarion complained. "Yeah, it is. But probably for the better. Don''t want to get into any fights right now." Galarion rushed back into my skull while ¨¢ine hid inside my hood. We continued forward, moving down a winding tunnel that stretched for miles. By the end, I was ready to scream, till I rounded another bend, and I was met with iron bars. I searched for an opening and found none. The bars extended into the floor and ceiling, with thicker rods lining the edges of the walls. Fuck this. Mana rushed through my channels and I funneled it into my free hand. Crimson slashes tore into the metal. It cleanly sliced through before continuing into the ceiling above. Blood splashed and rubble rained down, leaving me with a bitter taste in my mouth.'' I spat. It took a tap to send it crashing onto the floor. I stepped past the gaping hole and stared at the faint light coming from the end of the tunnel. Sereza was still asleep. So I walked, not jogged, even though I was thoroughly ready to get the fuck out of the Underground. As I neared, the tunnel widened and noise started to reach my ears. When I approached the end, I heard numerous voices, some yelling, some shouting, and even a few screams. I pushed past a second bend in the tunnel and was hit with a wall of noise. It exploded, and a crowd screamed in delight while others boo''ed. Two people tore into each other one with a sword, the other with knuckle dusters made of flames. The swordsman was a rail-thin elf dressed in light leather with a curved blade. While the brawler was covered head to toe. Surprisingly, he wore a robe that dragged against the sand. I couldn''t see the brawler''s face, but he twisted, diving underneath the blade before uppercutting the swordsman''s wrist. Bone snapped, and the sword went flying. However, the elf didn''t go down, and snapped a kick into the brawler''s chest. The brawler caught the attack in the crook of his arm and raised his flaming fist. Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Crunch! Fist met thin leather helmet and the elf''s face sunk into the sand. "We have a winner!" boomed a man''s voice that drowned out the crowd. I looked around and took in my surroundings. Stone coliseum, sand pit, pikes with skeleton''s heads, and a blood-thirsty crowd with an announcer; it had to be the Pit. Nobody saw me in the hidden alcove above the tallest seat. "Like a wildfire that doesn''t know how to stop, Flamefist does it yet again! Split Edge''s life rests in the balance. Will Flamefist continue his trend and spare his life, or is this the end?!" Flamefist towered over his downed opponent, the elf showing no signs of getting up. The crowd held their breath, and a small section near the western corner started to chant. "Break the chain! Break the chain!" I stared at the brawler, but he stood like a statue. Even their face was covered in an intricate mask that glowed with bright orange lines that obscured his facial featurres. Flame fist reached down and the crowd inhaled. His hand slowly brushed along the elf''s head and... gently tapped the man''s neck. The crowd lost it, while the brawler clapped his hands together and bowed. "And Split Edge lives to fight another day!" boomed the announcer. I snorted. The Pit was supposedly the cesspool of the Underground. I expected something bloodier. With the crowd still distracted I hopped out of the alcove and dashed for the nearest stairwell. Some people stood nerby, but nobody batted an eye as I rushed past with a woman in my arms. I made it into an alleyway before stopping and crouched behind a stack of rotting crates. Five minutes went by and nobody came rushing in. "Sturmrorex," I whispered. "Master!" he shouted back. "I''m out of the tunnels. I just left the colosseum. Did you find Isaac?" "Yes! One moment!" I appreciated the enthusiasm but his shouting spawned another headache. Galarion devoured it without stirring. "He says to wait. He''s coming to you." "Thanks, Sturmrorex. I''ll see you soon." I collapsed onto a nearby crate and tested its weight. It creaked but held. As I lowered my arm, it brushed along something fuzzy and I recoiled only to find a moldy piece of fruit rotting nearby. ¨¢ine tapped my hand and healed the gross germs while I contemplated summoning the beanbag. At least it''s almost over. I''m sleeping in tomorrow, no matter what the others want. I flicked a nearby pebble and watched it roll across the ground and it smacked into another crate without much fanfare. Hurry up Isaac, this is taking too long. Snap! I shot to my feet and brandished my spear but my jaw dropped at what I saw. "Unhand her, you fiend! I won''t let you do such vile things!" screamed an idiot. The idiot brandished a rusty sword and swungsword swung it around with every word. His face was covered by a white rag but his features were soft, and young. "What? Nothing to say in the name of justice?!" You got to be fucking kidding me... He slashed forward, forcing my spear back. A skill activated and his feet blurred. "Time to pay for your crimes you-" I spun my spear and willed it to wrap around his arm. He looked shocked, but he snapped a kick and grazed my chin, forcing me to retreat. When he slashed again, mana rushed along its edge and I ducked under a glowing grey crescent that carved chunks out of the wall behind me. A piece dusted Sereza''s cheeak. I smacked his leg with the butt of my spear, but he reposted and rushed into my guard. The rag lifted just enough to reveal the pearly-white grin underneath. I slashed downward, aiming my claws for his face. My second hand wrapped around his neck and slammed him into a wall. "Fool!" he shouted. Mana rushed into his feet and blurred while his body jerked out of my hand. "No." He gasped as I dug in my claws and siphoned the mana away. His leg gave out, and he staggered from the unexpected lack of momentum. I held him up and leaned forward. "Why the fuck did you attack me?" He reached for my hands, but I grabbed his wrist and bent it at the wrong angle. A scream left his throat as I squeezed harder. "I won¡¯t let you hurt her, you scum!" he screamed. "Vile filth think you can take advantage of-" His head cracked the wall behind him as I raised him up with both hands around his neck. He gasped for air but I shook my head as anger settled in. "Are you fucking kidding me? You attacked me because you''re stupid?" He gargled something unintelligible, but I didn''t care. I didn''t actually want to hear his answer. I lifted him higher and gripped his jaw. Before he could react, I smashed it into the wall and released it. He didn''t move as I crouched and tilted his chin up. He was still breathing and the mask had slipped further, revealing a handsome face. "Idiot," I growled. I reached for his face when mana flashed behind me. Instantly, I spun around, but Isaac held up both hands. "Don''t attack! It''s me," he said. I canceled the mana building in my mouth and stood up. "Finally," I said. "Let''s go." Isaac ignored me and crouched to poke the man''s cheek. "Wanna explain?" "Nope." He glared. "Cyrus. What were you going to do to the noble brat?" "Noble? In the Underground?" "We''re literally in the Underground." I shrugged. "He appeared out of nowhere and tried to attack me in the name of justice." "I..." Isaac shook his head and grabbed the man. "Whatever, we can''t leave him here." "Why?" "Because he''s just a young idiot. Unconscious and alone, he''ll be eaten alive." "And?" Isaac stood up and pressed his face to mine. "I get it. You''re angry right now. But I''m not letting you hate yourself later. Grab Sereza, I''ll take the idiot and we can leave him with a guard once we''re topside." I sighed and massaged my temples. He was right; I was being grouchy. The dumbass did only attack me to save Sereza. "Why is someone like him in the Pit?" "No idea. His head is probably filled with stupidity and the dream of being some sort of vigilante hero." He lifted the man into a fireman''s carry and secured him with a tendril. I grabbed Sereza and held her much more gently. Isaac nodded and led the way. Fucking finally. Chapter 22: To the Guild! I blinked away the grogginess and stared at the ceiling. Nothing happened; No buzz, no spasm of pain or bad memory. It felt wrong. Slowly, I sat up and stared at the reflection in the mirror. I felt tired, but my face didn''t show it. Who knew having a fairy that could heal would be amazing for your complexion? Chuckling was too much effort. I fixed my hair before plodding over to the attached bathroom. It was funny to think about, but today was probably the last day I''d ever have to go to the toilet. Thank fuck for that. After my morning ablutions, I stopped once more near the mirror and opened my mouth. With a flex of muscles, my stomach contracted and the Fragment of the Stars was spat into my hand. It was smaller than before, but not by much--maybe a few centimeters at best. Even with my resistance to the pressure, I could feel the waves of mana leaking out. Progress. Patches of my bones crystallized and changed. I was correct in choosing the stone; it had done more for me than the numerous bags of gemstones I had been pilfering from Celenae''s supply of snacks for Magnus. I placed it between my teeth and tried to bite down on the weakened parts where my stomach had eroded the edges. But I couldn''t scratch it no matter how much I chewed on the thing. Oh well. Hopefully, the evolution will draw from it. That was the plan, and with a lot of careful checking from Celenae, she gave the go-ahead. Evolving with the stone inside my body should activate my perk and speed up the process. Or it did nothing and I had to process the crystal naturally. After swallowing the crystal I got dressed and headed for the dining room. Walter was there, serving food to Teddy''s parents. Anastasia took a massive bite out of some pancakes and gave me a thumbs-up while Nathan was building a tower of them on his plate. Poor Walter could only sigh as he brought out another stack before disappearing into the kitchen. "Morning, Cyrus!" They greeted together. "Are the others still asleep?" I asked. "Mmm. I believe only Igas is asleep. Teddy and Celenae went to the adventuring guild while Eodyne and Isaac left in a rush," Nathan responded. He placed the last stack of pancakes, which was well over twice his height before he jumped and slapped his hand onto the top piece. I cocked my head as he squished the pancakes down into a solid puck before he drizzled a variety of fruit syrups on top. Walter returned just in time to hand him a cartoonishly large fork and disappeared. "I have to ask. Were you always like this?" "Like what?" they asked as one. I shook my head and enjoyed the meal. Once I finished, the duo stopped playing around and grew serious. "How are you holding up, Cyrus?" Anastasia asked. "Good," I admitted. "Why?" They frowned, but Anastasia shook her head. "Well, as long as you are fine, then that''s all that matters. We wanted to inform you that an investigation was launched." Oh. It was surprising how quickly they got things done. But two days was plenty for people with the right skills. "Anything of note?" "Yes," Nathan confirmed. "Of the five gangs that were destroyed, each base was a ruin of rubble and ash. No blood. Even the hidden space you emerged from was eventually breached but all the blood was gone." "So the kid cleaned up." "Looks that way." "Thank you for telling me." Again, they shared a look. "No problem, just thought you should know. Ritual magic is concerning when it involves mass killings, so the royal guard has eyes on the Underground just in case. If anything else is revealed, you''ll know." I downed my juice before standing and stretching. "Teddy tell you what we''re doing?" Anastasia smiled. "You''ll be delving for a few days. Can''t say I like maze-style dungeons, but they are useful to a city." "Are they common?" "Not at all. Most dungeons prefer to have a more natural environment to work with. The golems are especially more niche." The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement. "Well, I''ll try to enjoy it then. Thanks for the meal." I said my goodbyes and relaxed in the main living room until the others arrived. Teddy and Celenae were normal, while Isaac and Eodyne were all smiles. I crossed my arms and stared pointedly. "What''s wrong with you two?" Isaac continued to grin. "Nothing. Why?" "You''re freaking me out." "Too bad," Isaac said, dropping the too-wide smile. "You ready to leave?" "Are we waiting on Igas?" Isaac swore and sank into the floor. As he went to fetch Igas I glared at Eodyne. "What''s going on?" "Nothing," she replied. "Dragonshit. You don''t smile." Her face morphed into a scowl and I chuckled. "You''ll see soon enough," she said before turning away. I glanced at Teddy and Celenae but they shrugged. Eventually, Igas lumbered down the stairs. Before he reached the bottom step, Walter appeared with a small wooden box. Igas cracked the box open and the smell of pancakes and sweet syrup wafted out as well as a cloud of steam before he shut the box. "Thank you, Walter," Igas said. Walter bowed and was gone with a blink. "Are we finally ready?" I asked. "Yes. Let''s go. We''ll stop at the adventuring guild to verify your presence, grab the tokens and head into the dungeon." "And Sereza is already at the guild waiting for us," Celenae added. I pictured the felkin and felt a mix of emotions. On one hand, I couldn''t wait to see her reaction to me absorbing another skill stone. On the other, it meant answering a lot of questions. It wasn''t just her reaction to my evolution, but I wanted to avoid talking about Lezka and his family. It was a tense time when she woke up, and the endless questions thrown my way didn''t help my mood. She wasn''t the type to hold it against me, but still, emotions were running high two days ago. As we exited the manor, Arturous bowled us over and flopped to the ground. Teddy groaned and I tackled the bear''s head to give him a good rub behind his ears. Before I could move, he tipped his head up and rolled me onto his back before shuffling around and repeating the process for the others. Once more, we rode the massive bear into the city below. -------- More than a few people pointed as we hopped off the bear and stretched. There was a lot of incredulous looks¨Ca few nasty¨Cthrown our way. "You''re scowling," Sereza said as she approached. She pointed to my eyebrows and realized she was right. "Too used to having my mask on," I replied. "Hey," she greeted. "About the other day..." I summoned a pancake and threw it at her face. It slapped against her cheek, but she caught it before it hit the ground. "There''s nothing to talk about." "But-" My eyes narrowed and I summoned another pancake slice. "Apology accepted." She sighed and I tossed her the second hotcake. A few hesitant nibbles were given before I summoned a thimble of syrup. The food was devoured before we made it to the door. "So what am I doing, and where is the dungeon?" Celenae pointed to the desks lined with staff and motioned for the second to last. The elf had on a different color uniform, blue instead of green. "Verify you into the registry first. Then you get your token and we can proceed. We should be taking the south entrance." "South? Not east?" Sereza asked. "Nobody likes fighting the crazzor golems." "You want somewhere that''s not populated. What are we doing inside the dungeon, then?" Celenae didn''t answer, but the others had a knowing smirk that drove Sereza crazy. Luckily, the line moved quickly and within minutes, I was standing in front of the guild clerk. The elf looked plain, with short hair, cool-grey eyes and a face that was somewhere between neutral and polite. "How can I help you today, adventurers?" Celenea stepped forward and presented her adventuring pin. The clerk ran his hand over the topaz emblem and I watched mana scan through it. When the mana stopped, it swirled back into the gray ring on his finger. He went glass-eyed. After a few seconds, his eyes widened and he took in the group. "Oh my. It''s an honor to meet you, Broken Tower." I looked around the room, but another enchantment had activated, one I recognized. Smart to have sound suppression. Celenae smiled and nudged me forward. "We pre-registered this morning. Cyrus here would like to officially register at this branch." The man scrutinized me, nothing malicious but there was definitely interest. He pulled out a white crystal I had only seen once, back in Edolus. "If you would place your hand here." I eyed it suspiciously. The chances of it being able to accurately scan me were next to none. What was more likely to happen would be the clerk getting suspicious and some alarm got tripped. "Don''t worry," Celenae assured. "Once it breaks, it should send an automatic response to the guild head." "Breaks?" the clerk asked in alarm. I shrugged and slapped my hand against the crystal. Mana activated. A wave of static tried to crawl over me. Before it did, my mana responded and rebuffed it, a faint chime sound playing in my ears. The crystal turned red and the clerk took a half-step back. As he did, mana flooded from below, holding him in place. His eyes turned glassy, and he muttered something I couldn''t hear. A mental knock rang against my thoughts. I cautiously let it in but was prepared to summon Magnus and Galarion. "So it seems you''ve finally decided to grace these halls." The voice was young, and feminine. "Got five seconds before I start shouting," I warned. There was a sigh before the clearing of someone''s throat. "I''m the guildmaster of Solara. Brelten warned me you''d come here eventually. Should I expect any trouble, Reborn?" "I''d like to say no, but I don''t exactly get a choice." Amusement bled through before the emotion was strangled out of the telepathy. "I''ll have people on alert just in case. What are your plans for my dungeon?" "Ascendence. And some brief delving." "I see," she stated. "As long as you keep the chaos to a minimum then you may proceed." A snort escaped before I thought to contain it. "Something funny?" "No," I mused. "Just unfortunate word choice. What''s your name?" "I am Avaline Giltollo, tier three and head guildmaster of Solunaria. I''ll approve your entry; don''t worry about presenting the token to the dungeon guards. Zachias will hand you a special one to bypass the lines. And I''ll keep your entry off the records, but only this once." Giltollo? Wait! "You''re Brelten''s sister?" "It was a pleasure to meet you, adventurer Cyrus. Good luck on your ascendence." Mana swirled around my head before it rushed into the palm of the clerk''s hand. He jumped but revealed a shiny orange coin that burned in my senses. "Brelten has a sister?" I asked, prodding the connection. "Big sister," Avaline corrected. "And Cyrus? Come by and say hello the next time you''re free. I owe you an apology for what my idiot brother has done." What? "Cyrus?" Sereza prodded. I poked her back and tried to grasp the connection, already weaving mana into strands to connect to Galarion''s skill. But the connection snapped and the mana receded. I followed its path into the floor, glaring at the spot. "Cyrus? What''s wrong?" Teddy asked. What the fuck was she talking about? What apology? I was half tempted to storm down the stairs and demand an answer but I let the intrusive thought go. Instead, I clicked my fangs and crossed my arms. "None of you wanted to tell me the guildmaster was Brelten''s sister?" "What?!" all of Broken Tower shouted. Chapter 23: Entering the Labyrinth It took a solid minute of shutting everyone up before I explained what happened. People started to line up behind us, so I took the token from the clerk and we moved on. "We should torture him," Isaac growled. Igas scoffed. "I''d like to see you try. I distinctly recall someone getting pounded into the ground only a few months ago." The two nearly started fighting, but Celenae summoned a barrier between them before the first fist was raised. "I''m sure he had his reasons for not telling us," she offered. There was a round of snorts before the others pressed for more details. I had none to give, and they knew more than me anyway. Every one of them had met the guildmaster before, so it wasn''t like I held more information than them. "What''s going on?" Sereza finally asked as we exited a long hallway into an underground room. It extended into a flat expanse with branching side rooms as well as four giant metal gates at the back. Adventurers hung out near the gates, some in camps, others moving from one place to the next. Each side room opened up into another part of the adventurer''s guild to fulfill the adventurer''s needs. From food to a small underground market, there was just about everything inside the cavern. "Hello?" Sereza asked. I shrugged. "Brelten, their adoptive uncle I think, tier three guildmaster. They have known him since they were kids." "And you only just found out that he has a sister? Who happens to be the head guildmaster for Solunaria?" "Yes," Eodyne scowled. "And we shall find out why the next time we meet." Lightning crackled, drawing in more looks who inevitably caught sight of the gargantuan bear just behind us. There was a yelp and several wide eyes, but thankfully, Arturous didn''t cause any alarm. There was, however, a series of whispers and pointing that I picked up on as we continued through the room. I nudged Teddy. "I forget that you guys are famous. What exactly did you do?" Sereza crossed her arms. "Seriously? They haven''t told you?" "Nope." Teddy sighed and smiled and waved at a few who greeted him. "We may have a reputation. One that''s partially because of our status and because of a few circumstances." Sereza smirked. "Who hasn''t heard of the saviors of Ruldest." He sighed deeper. "Like that." "Or the valiant efforts of Broken Tower in rescuing the entire dungeon''s worth of adventurers during the Labyrinth outbreak." "Those idiots," Isaac spat. "Oh! And the record holder for the fastest full clear of the Labyrinth while still tier one. Or your infamous alternative moniker. The Devourers. And there''s the on-" Isaac had wrapped a tentacle around Sereza''s mouth and glared. "He gets it." I crossed my arms. "What happened in Ruldest? That''s a village near the northern outskirts, right? And how did the Labyrinth have an outbreak? It''s delved twenty-four seven. And ''The Devourers''? Seriously?" Igas snatched a drink off a nearby table and downed it. He then tossed the empty mug as well as a silver coin at the server who barely reacted. "We weren''t even tier one. Ruldest had a wild rift that I accidentally fell into. Instead of being smart about it and finding an adult, they all came in after me and cleared it." "What color?" "Blue. And tier one only. Not the worst, but we had a few close calls." "And if we didn''t come in right away, you''d be dead," Isaac said while poking the oni''s gut. "No complaints. You got a good skillstone anyway." He grunted non-committedly while brushing aside his finger. "And what about the dungeon outbreak? And seriously, ''The Devourers''?" Celenae took the lead and pulled out a journal. It was old, ratty, and filled to the brim with quest information. Each page listed at least three with a giant ''Completed'' stamped through it in bold red ink. "We got overzealous trying to prove our worth and swept through villages clearing out the questboards," she said with a sour look. "Because of us, there was a new rule implemented, limiting the quests one team can take over a certain period. And we were banned from the questboards for over a year." "Still dumb," Isaac said bitterly. "I distinctly recall you donating most of your quest rewards to the village coffers and paying for their food." Isaac responded by sending a tentacle her way, but Celenae blocked it with a snap of her fingers. Sereza chuckled and shook her head. "I recall the rumors. A bunch of noble brats deprived entire villages of their economy, sending the guild spiraling and nearly causing angry mobs in more than two cities." Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. The others sulked and I laughed. Not surprising you''re such a big softy, Isaac. "You know," I teased while bumping into the rogue. "You''re like a Cadbury egg. Hard little shell, but nice gooey middle." "What''s a Cadbury, and what are you implying, huh?" he asked while waving a dagger at me. I summoned one of my looted candies and tossed it before repeating the process with the others. They sniffed as one before biting down and releasing little moans of pleasure. "That''s a Cadbury egg, you big softy." He grumbled something unintelligible as the syrup gummed his mouth. "Okay," I said. "And what about the dungeon outbreak? How was that possible?" Igas got through the chocolate first and crunched on some ice to clear out the gunk. He cleared his throat. "Foul play. Mind-controlled idiots from the underground went into the Labyrinth on the final day of the month. Caused a swell of dungeon monsters that ambushed the adventuring teams inside. We managed to save everyone and bring them to safety before the guild stepped in and got everything under control." The conversation came after the reminder of the dangers of mind control. The others didn''t show it, but Helio was a stark reminder for them; one that had them uncomfortable about the subject. Thankfully, we were near the gates and the one we turned toward had nobody in line. "Present your tokens. No tokens, no entry," the guard rattled off. His buddy nudged him and only then did he blink and take in the group before sliding his gaze over to Arturous. The bear yawned and pushed his hood back as spittle coated cheek. "I-I... Broken Tower! Welcome back. I thought you were done with the Labyrinth." Teddy smiled and held out his hand. The guard shook it enthusiastically, followed by his companion just as eager. "It''s a special occasion. Showing a friend around," he said easily. I presented my token and the guard''s face paled before he stepped to the side. Mana snaked from the bottom of his foot and into an enchantment carved into the side of the gate. "My apologies for the delay. Please proceed." "Don''t you need to verify the token is real?" I asked. The guard stopped, then sheepishly cleared his throat and held out his hand. I gave him the token and waited as he channeled mana throughoat the small, emerald chip. After a few seconds, he handed it back and stepped to the side. "We''ll shut down the gate after your entry. Please note that any stay longer than a week will be investigated by a runner," he explained. I pocketed the token and followed the others inside. My body stretched and warped, but a heartbeat passed and I landed on solid ground. Something heavy and metal met my toe, and I kicked it away, sending it crashing against the nearby wall. A dull ring echoed between the narrow passage and Isaac appeared, glaring up from my shadow. "Stop that." I gently stomped and he disappeared. Looking around, there wasn''t too much to see. The walls were stone gray, and we were trapped in a dead end that branched into three passages. The walls were tall, easily more than twenty feet, but there looked to be nearly a mile between them and the ceiling. "I''m guessing the dungeon doesn''t let you cheat and fly around?" I asked, joining the others as they waited. "Flying mobs swarm you en masse. And most people hate fighting them so they tend to build insane numbers. The guild has a permanent quest to clear them out, so most take on a batch or two before they leave." "Sounds all kinds of fun. Is everything in here a golem?" "No. There are slime''s near the easier entrances as well as giant rodents." "And the lower floors?" "All golems. Progressively more metal until the last floor." "What''s on the last floor? I never ventured beyond floor three," Sereza said. "Crystal golems." She scowled and thumbed a vial on her bandolier. "Hate this dungeon. My poison is useless against the golems." Celenae tossed me another journal, opened to reveal several pages of information about different kinds of traps inside the dungeon. "They get more devious the further you go. The acid bath is one of the worst." The dungeon sounded anything but fun. And if that''s all there was, even one that had multiple floors up to the higher end of tier twos, it didn''t seem that worth it for a budding kingdom. Then again, I bet metal is easy to acquire. "Are all the floors the same?" "No," Teddy answered. "One and two are stone with minimal traps that maim rather than cripple or outright kill. You''ll find a couple of easy golems, more so in this area than others. Three is where the dungeon gets weird and becomes a dense jungle filled with jungle variants of floor one and two mobs." "Four is the wailing caverns, lots of darkness and ambush-type monsters, with spider golems being the most common," Celenae said. "Five is lava, with igneous golems that like to explode." "And on floor six is the crystal golems. Imagine gilded walls and ornate chandeliers. The crystal lights tend to be golem guardians who shoot solar-aspected beams at you," Teddy finished. "I''ve changed my mind. This place sounds fun," I stated. The others groaned and I kept smiling. I turned to where Isaac was about to appear. His head popped out, before quickly diving and trying to circle around, but I kept tracking him. Eventually, I heard a sigh and he exited the shadows, pointedly ignoring me. "Found the entrance. We''ll need to scale the walls and drop down into a box." "Box?" "Exactly what it sounds like. Four walls, separated from the rest of the labyrinth. Some are duds, others contain secrets," Teddy said. "I''ve never heard of them," Sereza added. "Usually, you wouldn''t find out unless by accident. Nobody willingly scales the walls, and the guild prefers keeping the floor skips a secret." "Floor skips?! That''s... cheating." He grinned. "Exactly. So keep it hush." Isaac led us down the left path. The hallway was empty, and we continued through a series of turns before he stopped at where an iron dagger was staked into the stone. "Here," he said. "It''s just behind this wall." Celenae took the lead and we huddled together. A barrier appeared underneath us and lifted the group high. As we crested the tall walls, a loud screech blared, accompanied by a cacophony of noise.. I covered my ears and squinted at the smudge in the distance. Oh. The smudge separated and the swarm of small metallic birds was joined by another, larger swarm. Their wings were made of gold, and they sported two beaks with no eyes. Along the gold plumes, puffs of what looked like real feathers jutted out from beneath the metal. The swarm grew in size, blotting out the ceiling as they formed a wall that was flying directly toward us. "Eodyne, you ready?" Teddy asked. Eodyne nodded and formed her bow. "Always." As mana built between the archer''s fingers, Sereza leaned into me and whispered into my ear. "This is the largest I''ve ever seen. One of the guides my father hired drew in a few packs of them to feed me energy. But nothing this big." I focused on the javelin solidifying on Eodyne''s bow. It was an incredible amount of power, that only amplified when she activated another skill. The javelin became a storm of lightning that bit the air with tendrils of bright, neon blue. "I think we''re fine," I whispered. As the swarm was near enough to deafen me with the sound of endless squawking, Eodyne breathed in and then exhaled. The javelin flew true and melted a hole into the horde, turning metal into slag before the javelin burst and became dozens upon dozens of electric needles that tore the remaining birds to shreds. She didn''t destroy them all, but Eodyne began rapid-firing an arrow into their heads. Picking them off one by one, the birds went down. When the last bird dropped onto the stone floor, Eodyne dismissed her bow. The others didn''t react, but Sereza''s mouth was wide open. "That''s..." she started. "Efficient," I finished. She turned to glare, so I stuck out my tongue before whistling softly. "Magic archer was always a broken class. Good to know that holds true no matter what world I''m on." Eodyne hid her smile well, but she was definitely smug as I poked Sereza''s chin back into place. It shut with a click and Celenae created steps down, leading into the box. Chapter 24: New Skill Hype The stairway down was more like a trip through Wonderland. After a certain freefall down the stone chute, I''d feel the hidden portal activate and instantly cart me to somewhere else. It reminded me of when I was connected to Xena. The dungeon wasn''t truly connected, not the way people thought it was. Each floor was more like a realm onto itself, another layer of a complicated puzzle. And we had skipped the layers and stopped at floor four. Instantly, the dark-aspected mana filled the area. There was metal, stone, and other minor types of mana mixed in, but it was a place of shadows that dampened your senses. As the others stood up, I stomped, pushing my heel onto the floor. What returned was a muted echo that traveled for less than a second before fading. "Naturally silent. Makes it harder to hear things sneaking up on you," Teddy explained. While everyone gathered together, he flexed his mana and light banished the shadows, revealing a dull hallway coated in black dust. "The shadow mana is perfect, but we can go lower if you think it''s best. We''ll make whatever choice work." "What are we doing exactly?" Sereza butted in. I ignored her question and rubbed at the dust. It didn''t come off, but a thrum of mana zipped through the walls. There was a feeling, something entirely new, that swirled in my gut before rising into my chest like bubbles. On a hunch, I threaded my mana and needled it into the wall, between the seams of gray brick. "Aaagh!" A flash of information flooded my brain before I flinched and clutched my head. Waves of agony clawed at my brain and I had the sudden urge to cough. "Cyrus! What happened?" Teddy demanded. A blanket of warm light suffused my body, relieving the frenzied scratching to dull taps. Liquid filled my mouth and I coughed, splattering the ground with semi-transparent blood. I tried to breathe in through my nose, but it was just as stuffed while blood leaked down. "Cyrus?" "First of all. Ow. That fucking sucked. Second of all, there''s a spider about twenty feet out." Isaac sank into the floor. Teddy continued to heal me with his aura while the others stared. Celenae in particular, already had a new journal out. "Seriously, how many of those do you have just for me?" I asked. "Currently? Nineteen. Twenty after this one," she replied. I groaned and wiped away the blood. Isaac returned, emerging from the shadows as he dragged a large black-metal thing from below. As he tossed it onto the floor, I realized what it was. With eight legs, and only one central eye, the entire creature was made of black metal and dark-purple fibers between the joints. Resting in the center, just behind its eye, was a cracked mana core, leaking thick mana. It dripped and sizzled before the ground swallowed the mana and whisked it away, deeper into the maze. "Fess up," Isaac said, stomping his way over till he was only inches away. "How''d you do that? It was exactly where you said it''d be." I closed my eyes and tried to process more of the information that had briefly flooded my mind. It was too much and beyond chaotic. But it had dumped knowledge into my brain, knowledge that told me a lot more about the dungeon than I knew before. Not to mention the voice I definitely heard. But damn, Xena, so that''s what it''s like trying to process dungeon information without a dungeon fairy. I opened my eyes and rubbed my temples. "Can''t tell you. Part of the forbidden knowledge." "I swear I''m going to sho-" Isaac began before Celenae bonked him on the head with her staff. "No angering the gods. Not yet," she admonished. He grumbled but backed off. I chuckled and rubbed the wall. "It''s the new perk I got. Too much information, though. But at least I know that going down doesn''t matter. We''re technically at the lowest we can go. Floors five and six are somewhat above us." Celenae was furiously scribbling down what I said before she pointed her pen like a gun. "What do you mean technically?" I sighed and explained what I had learned from Xena about how not all dungeons are actually connected. And how the Labyrinth had portals separating the floors. Slowly, I sifted through enough of the information goop and rubbed the wall. Teddy looked interested but unhappy. "Cyrus, that was a lot of mana used to repair your brain," he said. "Fine. I''ll experiment later. For now, we should be safe if we''re ready to begin." He nodded. "Igas, create the fortress. Celenae, the warding stones." Igas stomped and pillars of thick ice formed around us, blocking off the area. It didn''t stop at just creating a barrier from the rest of the dungeon; the ice spread across the ground and crawled up the walls to cover the ceiling. Celena held up her staff and tapped it gently across the walls where plates of amethyst crystals grew. Each plate curved into intricately carved statues that held a glowing sigil inside. This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. Mana thrummed, and a sphere of protection joined the walls of ice, leaving us secured inside a small but well-guarded bunker. "Okay, seriously, what''s going on?" Sereza asked. "We''re inside a dungeon. We just built a mini-fortress. And you did something weird again, and now they all look like hungry wolves as they stare at you." She pointed to Broken Tower who had already pulled out the betting board and began setting it up. There was a brief argument between Igas and Isaac before they nodded solemnly and sank into chairs they summoned. A grin spread, and I extended my hand. Her gaze sharpened, lasering in on my palm as I balled it into a fist. "So, Sereza. There''s a secret you should probably know..." Her eyes narrowed and her tail arched forward like a scorpion. "Go on." I pulled out the last skillstone and exposed it to Teddy''s light. "You see." "Oh fuck you! That''s what? Three extra slots? How? Why?" Well," I said while clearing my throat. "Mmm... I haven''t gained any extra slots. I have the same limit as you do." "Oh? You didn''t have ten slots? I thought with your mana..." I shook my head. "No. I had ten slots. I have ten slots. The amount hasn''t changed, not yet at least." "Then, what do you mean?" she asked suspiciously. In response, I crushed the skillstone and watched the glittering ruby dust flow between my fingers and into my veins. The skillstone was absorbed and another weight settled inside my soul. Sereza continued to look confused while the others were leaning forward, watching me like hawks. I pulled up my status and smiled at the progress in the skills I had absorbed nearly a week before. Good to know the Split-Mind Cultivation is putting in the work. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn (Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 0 Active Skills: (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Verdant Healer: (¨¢ine) (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Resplendent Inferno: (Zharia) (T:0 R:9) Racial Skill: Dimensional Storage: (Chomperz) (T:0 R:9) Spirit Lord''s Invocation (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: The Dead Will Provide (Erebus) (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Reflective Coat of the Mirror Beast (Magnus) (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Storm King''s Tempest (Sturmrorex) (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Shroud of the Astral Archon (Galarion) (T:0 R:7) Roar of the Spirit Lord (T:0 R:7) Absolute Authority (T:0 R:0) Summon Familiar: Felblood Sanguinarch (N/A) Passive Skills: (T:0 R:9) Etherious Blood (T:0 R:9) Sovereign-Threaded Soul (T:0 R:9) Chaotic Resonance (T:0 R:9) Spirit''s Lord''s Echo (T:0 R:9) Split-Mind Cultivation Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood Child of Mana Dread Guardian''s Apology Crystal Synthesis Devourer of the Deep Whisper of the Tempest False Dungeon Core Unleashed Soul Astral Lotion The skill rank-ups were as easy as breathing; the process only slowed down since I didn''t actively meditate. Still, it wouldn''t take long before the new skill was ready to tier up. I just needed to contract a new familiar and solidify the skill in my soul. As for the latest skills, I pulled up the information and double-checked, rereading the notifications I received. Roar of the Spirit Lord:
  • Amplifies the commanding presence and battle prowess of the user.
  • Floods the battlefield with a commanding aura that enhances combat abilities of all allies within range.
  • Increases attack power, defense, speed, mana regeneration, and resistance to mental effects for all affected allies.
  • High Initial Mana Cost, Moderate Initial Stamina Cost.
  • Consumes a significant portion of the user''s mana pool.
Absolute Authority
  • Invoke the law of reality.
  • Bend and command the authority of the world through runes and runic mana.
  • Mana cost is dependent on the rune and its familiarity.
  • Stamina cost is dependent on rune and its familiarity
  • Only temporary runes may be created.
Summon Familiar: Felblood Sanguinarch (N/A)(Currently no spirits contracted)
  • Summon a bonded familiar. The familiar is a blood-based guardian.
  • Summons can remain inside the body in a passive state. While active, they reserve an amount of your mana pool.
  • All Summons have their own mana pool and regeneration but may tap into their summoner''s mana when they run out.
In the end, the changes were simultaneously more and yet exactly what I expected. Sovereign''s Warcry becoming another spirit lord skill was interesting but not unexpected. The buffs sounded insane, and I couldn''t wait to use it. Absolute Authority, however, was an odd one. It completely lost the term ''rune'' in its name. And its description was just as weird. What the fuck does invoke the law of reality mean? I shook my head and thought about how easy it was to recognize runes. There wasn''t a new feeling around them, and I admittedly hadn''t gone through Eraztis'' rune guide yet, but I would soon. The skill sounded powerful, and hopefully, I''d be able to mess around and start creating something cool. "Well?" Celenae prodded. She waved her pen in front of my face to grab my attention. "What did it change into?" "Huh? Oh uh, from Baneblood Immortal to Felblood Sanguinarch. Whatever that means?" Celenae scribbled it down and tapped her chin. "Bane or fel implies poison, so blood and poison. Could also mean demonic, as in fel-kin. Sanguin could be related to blood as well, and considering your skills, I''d guess the suffix is monarch. So, a poison-blood monarch?" It made sense to me. I turned to Sereza and was about to tease her about her expression until my heart thumped and silenced the world. What the? There was a disturbance in my soulspace and I dived in, finding my familiars circling around the island. Between the golden sigils etched into the obsidian, a new line was forming, a rune appearing every couple of seconds as they formed stroke by stroke. "Everyone okay?" I asked. I received a round of impressions confirming everybody was doing fine. Together, I huddled closer to them all and watched the line complete itself. Once it did, a new feeling started and the mana pool inside the soulspace rippled. One wave became a towering pillar that crashed down and washed over the island, drenching me and knocking the wisps away. I asserted my will before my familiars were carried adrift and carried us above the endless waves that bombarded the island. It didn''t hurt, but the feeling of needing to burp rose exponentially. The island was drowned by the wave of pink but the golden runes shone their light through the mana and started to pulse. Before I could lower myself to inspect the island, Chomperz''s skillwisp stopped in front of me and chomped. The wisp broke and his true form materialized out of strands of mana. They pulled from the realm itself until it condensed into jet-black scales. Chomp! "What''s wrong?" He shook his head and pressed his face against mine. I was forced to look into his eyes and I stared into the crimson ring spinning inside his sclera. "Chomperz?" He grabbed my cheeks and pulled me even closer till I saw only red. It was only then that I finally realized what he wanted to show me. The crimson ring was slowly breaking into strands. Strands that detached and formed sigils so tiny I could barely recognize them as anything other than dots. When the first ring stopped breaking apart, he pulled back, sporting a second ring that spun counter the direction of the first. He nodded slowly and pointed to the island, the waves having stopped their assault. As he flew over, the others followed and they each landed on the small glass mounds that surrounded the island''s edge. Each mound had a crude pedestal and what looked like a single rune etched into the base that blazed with light once my familiars landed. Well, what the fuck does this mean? Chapter 25: The Bloody Monarch I checked my status sheet but there was nothing changed. My familiars watched me while adjusting to their seats. I asked them how it felt and received a round of replies. Apparently, the mounds were comfortable. As I bent down, I inspected the runes. Unlike the curving lines that were more typical to the enchantments used in Inoria, the scrawl was made up of a single unbroken line that formed loops and sharp peaks without crossing. Since I was nearest to Zharia''s pedestal, I placed my hand along the glass and felt a buzzing of energy that grew as I slid upward. Once I crested the top where Zharia roosted, the sensation changed and became a roaring inferno. Flames licked my fingers while warm sunlight draped across my skin. It wasn¡¯t real, but it was the impression I got, similar to being exposed to new mana. I removed my hand and patted the skillwisp. "Feels good?" "Yes! Warm, safe," she chirped. I smiled and moved on, testing each pedestal, even the one without an active summon. Each held their own sensation, and a specific brand of impression related to the familiar. But the glass mound for Felblood Sanguinarch was lifeless, filled with a buzz of power that felt inert and gave off no impressions. As I stood up, a tapping on my physical body pulled me out of my soulspace before I knocked Celenae''s pen out of the way. "What?" "What was that pressure you released?" Celenae asked. "Huh?" Sereza held up her palm and rubbed it. "It felt like ether; the pressure was similar to the crystal back in the rift." "What are you talking about?" Celenae scribbled in her journal and clicked her tongue. "Half a minute after you went silent, a wave of pressure assaulted us. It originated from you and quickly extended beyond us and into the corridor." I searched around and noticed Isaac missing. "Where''s sad boy?" Igas snorted and pointed to the wall blocking off the forward tunnel. "He''s scouting and taking care of any monsters nearby." I was half tempted to connect with the dungeon again, but I held off and pulled out my sketch journal. Celenae hovered over me as I started sketching the island''s new look along with the glass pedestals. The runes I kept hidden and she could obviously tell that something was missing, but she didn''t ask. Once she copied the sketch into her journal, I summoned Chomperz and asked him to stay still. She noticed me drawing the little dragonling''s face and cocked her head. "Why are you drawing Chomperz?" I added in the second ring and showed it to everyone. "Another one. It probably has to do with the div-" My jaw clicked shut while they all slowly turned to glare. "Go on," Celenae threatened. "Can''t," I said while shaking my head. "It''s a secret." "Really? Because I''m pretty sure you were about to say divine!" I cleared my throat and tossed the journal to Chomperz who swallowed it and dashed into my chest. Thankfully Isaac returned, looking confused as he took in the room. "What I miss?" he asked. "Did Cyrus do something crazy again?" I glared, but he ignored me. Celenae slammed her journal shut. "Ask Calstrax the next time you see him." "Noted," I said while saluting. With everything in place, I summoned my beanbag and sank into it. The others reluctantly pulled out a chair, even Sereza. "That''s new. Finally joining the club?" She groaned as she sat down on her plush cushion. "Yes. It was awkward feeling left out." Food was pulled out and I distributed them while getting comfortable on the beanbag. When everyone was distracted with the fried goods, I leaned back and closed my eyes. "I''m going to contract a new spirit. Mind watching over me?" "Of course we will. It''s why we''re here," Teddy said. Isaac threw a chunk of food that bounced off my chest. "Don''t die. No pissing off an avatar of death this time." "You did what?" Sereza interrupted. I activated the skill, letting my consciousness fall into the void. ------ My feet crashed onto black marble and I slowly stood up and took in the room. Huh. The world was red. The walls, the stone beyond the ritual circle, and even the ceiling was a foggy mist of crimson that slowly dripped down into the flooded room. It looked like a noble''s mansion, if said noble had an airtight underground room with no windows, vaulted ceilings, and it was flooded with an Olympic pool''s worth of blood. I spun around and took in the black granite pillars lining the ritual platform. Streaks of silver runes etched into the stone pulsed faintly as if breathing. No mist was above the platform, and a barrier formed around the circle. The place was fancy, if not eerie, but it was better than what I was expecting. The spirit planes could be anything and I was dead certain I''d get transported to some abomination of a place. It was nice to see I was wrong. Beats having your mind explode. I closed my eyes and willed my mana awake. Strands weaved together, tightening around a single thread before I pulled it to my physical body. With a push, the strand shot through my foot and into the floor, connecting with the summoning circle. There was no use waiting, so I throttled the flow and pushed my mana pool to its limits. I could feel the enchantments light up and grow stronger in the outside world, the silver light puncturing my eyelids. You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. Carefully, I weaved another strand and pushed it through my other foot. Even with the gates opened wide, it still took a considerable amount of time for my mana pool to empty. After it reached less than twenty-five percent, I stopped the outpour and retracted the threads. When I opened my eyes, I braced for what I would see. In front of me stood a horde of people dressed in crimson clothes. They weren''t human-like, their bodies were seemingly made out of red mists with glowing yellow pits for eyes. They wore sharp tuxedos, and billowing dresses of different make. Some wore gloves, others didn''t but they all shared one thing in common. They stared from behind an invisible line where one such entity stood alone, wings of crimson mist tucked behind their back. "Summoner. This is an unexpected surprise." The voice was feminine, but it didn''t sound female. Unlike the other entities, the lone figure wore a suit made of real fabric that wasn''t just congealed blood. When they raised their arms, two horns sprouted from their head and curved backward, much like a felkins. Slowly, a face took shape. They were androgynous, without facial hair and high cheekbones. I bowed and placed a hand on my chest. "I greet the Great Guardian." "Manners, too? Oh my, truly an unexpected surprise." As I raised from my bow, the guardian lowered their chin in what I knew to be polite acknowledgment. "My name is Cyrus. May I have yours, guardian?" The guardian tapped their chin and pursed bright, red lips. "Cyrus? Distinguished enough. But not typical to one of your kind. Interesting." I kept my head low. They smirked and lowered their hand. "You may call me Third Monarch Aetrezard. Guardian and ruler of this realm." I didn''t bow again, instead moving my gaze to the crowd of entities behind them. One man was clawing at the air, yellow eyes flashing like a strobe light. Aetrezard sighed and exhaled a mini cloud of red. "My apologies, young Lord." What? The man screeched and rushed past the invisible line everyone followed. He was to the far left, but that didn''t matter. As soon as he reached the point where the guardian stood, he was apprehended by Aetrezard and lifted into the air. "Delicious mana! Mine! Give it to me!" the man screeched. His words were silenced as Aetrezard backhanded him. The severed head impacted the wall and exploded into mist that sank into the pool below. The man''s clothes and body slowly broke apart but Aetrezard opened his mouth and inhaled. The mist reversed course and was sucked into the guardian. What just happened? Aetrezard turned and addressed the crowd. "If any seek to defy my orders and tarnish my name, I shall devour you and your kin. Is that understood?" As one, the crowd bent low, their heads dipping below their waists. Aetrezard turned to me and finally bowed. "Unbecoming of me to greet such generous guests with such barbarism." I stared at the crowd. Even bowed, more than a few had eyes that were constantly pulsing. "Is my mana that special?" "Oh, it is," Aetrezard chuckled. "A fine treat that so rarely graces the realm. It''s rich and decadent. Filled with power and flavors so new, I cannot tell what they are." The place was starting to give a ''court of vampires'' vibe. But hey, if the mana helped me acquire a better familiar, then they could have it. While deliberately looking the guardian in the eyes, I spent another five percent of my mana pool and pushed it through the circle, watching what I missed before. The red haze on the ceiling exploded outward before it condescended and poured like rain onto the floor. It poured in front of the summoning circle, so only Aetrezard was close enough to reach out a finger. Pointed claws covered in a maroon glove absorbed the drop and brought it to their lips. The guardian smiled while closing their eyes. "Truly an ambrosia. Is that a hint of divinity I taste? A demigod, perhaps?" "No." I held out my arm and exposed my left wrist. I willed the mark to appear and smiled at the guardian''s reaction. "Just a Reborn on his way through a new life." One of the entities behind them kicked forward. Their dress caught the blood and splashed it across his front while grasping the air with both hands. "Mine! Give me-" The woman exploded into a cloud that was thrown against the wall with a single sweep of a long, whip-like tail. Aetrezard''s eyes were blazing orbs of scarlet fire that bore into me. Their tail cracked the air as it returned and sank beneath the pool, while their horns lit with crimson flames. "What is it you seek, Cyrus the Fate-touched?" I cleared my throat and addressed the crowd as much as the guardian. "I seek a contract for my skill, Felblood Sanguinarch. A spirit to join my family and grow with me on my journey." Silence. Then, the world erupted into screams that filled the room. The pool vibrated from the sounds while the crowd went ballistic. But not a single one crossed the line, as Aetrezard erased them from existence as soon as they twitched. "You have been heard! The gift of mana has been given! By my name and honor as the Guardian of this realm, I shall fulfill your request!" The sound intensified and the runes to my right turned gold. As the mana activated, the enchantment dampened the assault on my ears. When I turned away, Aetrezard was before the barrier, a ball of blood spinning above their palm. "Any requests, young Lord? The more I know the better the compatibility." I scratched my head. What did I want? Another personality like Zharia or Sturmrorex might be too much, but I wasn''t exactly picky. After awhile, and watching more of the entities get destroyed in a slash of the guardian''s tail, I answered. "Someone loyal. I plan on living for a long time, they would have to be there with me until the very end. And in terms of body type? Something that can regenerate would be useful. A bruiser or a tank, and has the means to inflict poison." Aetrezard studied me, their lips curving into a wide smile that exposed shark-like teeth. "Loyal? A fine requirement. From one monarch to another, that is a trait most valuable. I applaud your choice." "Thank you." "As for the other requirements. I believe I have just the thing in mind. A spirit that fits all the criteria you need. Especially one suited for the role of a Sanguinarch." There was a weird tone to their voice. It sounded... jealous. Slowly, the orb of blood spun and unraveled. They crouched, pushing it deep into the pool. When they pulled away, the orb was a darker shade of red but somehow more vibrant. It felt powerful, strong. Aetrezard placed the blob by their feet and clapped. The screaming stopped. The bodies behind them freezing in place as if grabbed by a giant¡¯s hand. "I can think of none more loyal, and this shall be a pup, a hatchling new to the planes. Give it a name, Cyrus, and complete the contract so we may feast," Aetrezard said, urgency and desire filling their voice. With a flick, my athame appeared and I stepped to the barrier''s edge. The blob stilled and then split into three strands. Rising to my waist, the spirit was massive for its size. And it''ll only get bigger when it tiers up. Then again, Sturmrorex was destined to become longer than a mountain, so I couldn''t really complain. But there was no way I would be able to carry them in my arms if they decided to do what Magnus did. As the strands solidified into a pattern, I watched the scales elongate and stretch while three snake-like heads formed at the ends. The snout was longer than a typical snake, more similar to a monitor lizard, but the beady red eyes were beyond adorable as the three snakes licked the air. Wait. Not snakes. Instead of separating from the blob, the blood compacted and formed a chunky lizard body about as wide as a labrador. A single tail stretched from behind it and whipped the pool, splattering blood across Aetrezard''s front. If the guardian cared, they didn''t show it. "Master? Blood? Mana? Give! Give Name!" Three voices spoke as one, but together. Two of the heads turned to each other and hissed while the third began to weave its head side to side, uncaring of what the other heads were doing. Oh that''s so fucking cute! I slid the athame effortlessly across my palm and squeezed till a pool of blood welled up. The spirit perked up and all thee heads locked onto my hand. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Aetrezard doing the same. "I''m Cyrus. Do you understand what''s happening?" I asked. The spirit hissed. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Master? Give name!" I laughed and pushed my finger outside the barrier, tilting my hand so the blood would drip onto the spirit. They scooted forward and looked up, the trio of heads opening their mouths with waiting tongues. Once the first drop dripped down, they struck and latched onto my finger, sucking away the blood. It stung, but more like gentle pokes. "From today onward, your name is Zagreus. What do you say?" Zagreus didn''t say anything; instead he, and I only knew because the connection had formed the moment he latched onto my finger, slowly lost form, and exploded into a stream that rushed into my hand. A new weight settled and I rubbed at my chest as a wave of bubbles filled my chest. I removed my finger, but not before squeezing out one last drop. "A final gift to you, Great Guardian. I hope it tastes as well as you think it will." The drop dripped down but was caught by Aetrezard''s tail. It perfectly wrapped around the droplet and brought it to his hand. They cradled it, closing their fist around the drop and depositing it inside their suit before nodding. "You are an interesting one. Take this final gift in return, for something so rare and precious." They held out their hand, and a ball of red mist spilled out before condensing into a droplet, similar to my own. "I await your rise, young Lord. If you grow powerful enough to visit, come. I''ll host the grandest of parties in your honor." The droplet rocketed into my finger and I tasted copper. It was rich and sweet, and held a ball of power that surged through my veins. I waved goodbye and the world fell away. Aetrezard watched me with glowing eyes before looking to the ceiling and unleashing a howl that vibrated the air. The last thing I saw was the dozens of entities go ballistic and dash into the mist above. Chapter 26: Zagreus I kept my eyes closed for a while and listened to the conversations around me. Eodyne and Igas were fighting or playing rock-paper-scissors. I couldn''t tell which between the grunts and yelps of pain. Teddy and Celenae were discussing tea and what the best kind of blend was for a breezy but warm spring day. And Sereza and Isaac argued over poison, because why not? I was almost content to fall asleep, but instead, I delved into my soulspace. My familiars were off their pillars and crowded around the newest skillwisp. It brought a taste of sour copper to my mouth as I pulled close. When I reached my hand out, it rushed under my fingers and pushed against my palm. I chuckled and patted it lightly before carrying everyone to the island. They took their places, and I bent low to inspect the pedestal for Felblood Sanguinarch. As my hand crested the pedestal, I pictured an endless river bulldozing everything out of its way. The river was thick and viscous¨Ca bright crimson mixed with streaks of neon green and acrid yellow. I pulled away and examined the island''s rune circles. They looked whole and brighter than before. There was a weak section, the one connected to Zagreus'' area, but soon enough, it''d be just as bright as the others. "I''m going to summon you now, Zagreus. Remember, play nice and don''t do anything weird." I left the soulspace but kept my eyes closed. Only one person was speaking. "Seriously. What''s going on with Cyrus? I understand that he has a Legacy, and a god calls him son. But Helio? The rift, the dungeon, the three extra fucking skillstones? It''s insane." There was a brief pause until Celenae snapped a book shut. "It''s not for us to tell you." "But-" "It''s not for us to tell you, but trust us when we say there is a reason for it," Celenae interrupted. "You think we like being kept in the dark? Because trust me, we''re just as mad about Helio." "He didn''t explain it to you?" Isaac laughed. "Not in the slightest. The asshole teleports us all to safety and nearly kills himself fighting alone because he didn''t think we could handle it. And he won''t explain anything. No shit, we''re angry." "Why? No offense, you''re all great people, even Isaac." "Hey!" Sereza continued. "But why are you helping him so much? What exactly is he? A prince? Some hidden demigod?" Teddy cut in. "Beyond the reasons we can''t reveal? Simple. Because he''s our friend." It was touching. And spying any longer would be wrong. I opened my eyes and yawned while leaning forward. Sereza stared wide-eyed, as did the others. Except Eodyne. She looked at me with narrowed slits. "How long have you been awake?" she asked. I grinned. "When Sereza asked what was going on. How did you know?" "Your breathing. It changed." Of course, it did. Sereza blushed, but she crossed her arms and stared. "Is it done? You have another familiar?" I nodded. "Strange place. Lots of blood." Celenae had already cracked open a journal and was penning down the details. I spent some time describing things in detail before I had an idea. I activated Shroud of the Astral Archon and held out my hand, catching Galarion as he formed. "Do you think you can copy my memories and give them to everyone?" Galarion''s tentacles formed ten thumbs-ups. "Need mana. Must accept memory!" My mana pool was full, so I gave the go-ahead and he created five prismatic orbs that swirled with glowing lines at the tip of his tentacles. It took a decent amount of mana, bottoming his out and skimming from my own but he included everything inside the memory, from the taste and smells to the mana impressions and sounds. Celenae was furiously sketching the orbs and Galarion into her journal when she finally looked up. "What are these things?" "Memories!" Galarion shouted. Igas recoiled at the mental shout and he scowled as he plugged his ears. "Less yelling, please," I begged. The cosmic squid saluted and wiggled his tentacles. "Take." Slowly and with obvious hesitation, they each reached for a tentacle and pinched the marble-sized ball between their fingers. "What do we do now? Eat them?" Igas asked. You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. I tapped my forehead. Igas grimaced but gently pushed the marble into his skull and closed his eyes. The others followed with them leaning into their chairs as they went through the memory. Teddy was the first to open his eyes and rub at his nose. "That''s potent," he said. "Blood shouldn''t be sweet." Sereza was second and she kept glaring at me while shaking her head. "Really? Another perk? Dragonshit." "Oh yeah," I said. "I forgot about that." I pulled up my status and started reading the new addition. Blood Pact (Stage One):
  • The Crimson Monarch grants you their favor.
  • Through blood is the way to power. For nothing is stronger than the ties that bond.
  • Form a pact to share your greatest strength.
    • Minor increase to mana regeneration.
  • As the bond matures and the connection strengthens, the pact evolves, enhancing its benefits and potentially revealing new powers.
Sereza shook my shoulder. "Inoria to Cyrus? Is something wrong?" I scowled and summoned a bonbon and threw it at her. She speared it with her tail and pointedly took small bites until it was gone. "Why does everyone keep asking me that? Not everything goes wrong all the time. Have some trust in me." A few pointed stares burned the back of my neck and I shrugged. They had finished the memory viewing, so I pulled up the perk and sent it over. I counted to ten and right on time, Isaac was waving his dagger at me. "This is dragonshit! It''s a full passive. You''re the luckiest unlucky bastard in existence! Do you know how insanely good this is?" "Nope!" I said smugly. "I mean, it''s just some mana regeneration, pretty mid." There it is. His eye twitched. The shadows around the room began to stretch down. Thankfully, Igas created an ice cube and chucked it at his head. It bounced off his cheek with a ping and he turned his ire toward the oni. Funny enough, it was Celenae who slid her chair over, a wide smile plastered on her face. "About that mana regeneration..." --------- I cheered as Celenae sliced a spider golem in half, the two sides cleanly cut down the middle as it crashed to the dungeon floor. "Ten... nine... five.. two... one," she muttered. She extended her hand and conjured a barrier above Isaac. The spider golem that launched itself a split-second before crashed into it and was then separated by another barrier below. Celenae gripped her staff in excitement. "It''s amazing! It shaves off 4 minutes." "Is that good?" I asked. She nodded. "Very. In a drawn-out battle? It could save a life." I hummed and poked the new connection in my senses. It was faint, but I knew where Celenae was. There was nothing concrete like a beacon blipping across my senses; instead, I knew the general direction of where she was in relation to me. The blood pact was already showing its use. It''s only a minor regeneration boost. I''m pretty sure you can buy an enchanted ring that does the same thing. Still, I stared at the corpses and contemplated summoning Erebus. But I decided against it and watched the bodies melt into rainbow goop. "Let''s return. I have my data points," Celenae said. I shook my head. "How about we test out my new skill?" "Finally? I thought you''d never show them," Sereza grumbled. "His name is Zagreus, and he''s... new." "New how?" Eodyne asked. "New as in, I''m pretty sure he was born by the guardian seconds before I contracted him." "That sounds a lot like child labour," Igas added. A little. "Either way, just be nice," I warned. The others gathered around and I backed up. That drew a few looks, considering most of my familiars were small and didn''t need much room outside of Sturmrorex. I dived into my soulspace and caught Zagreus'' attention. "Sorry for the wait. Are you ready to meet everyone?" Three cute and entirely serious head nods were thrown through the link. "Alright. Here we go." I returned to the physical and exhaled. Mana wove itself into channels that had already been strengthened over the last hour. They rushed in and forced it to widen, so I clamped down and thinned the thread. As it connected to the skill I watched as a bright red droplet shot out of my chest and doubled in size. From a marble to a large watermelon, the droplet stretched. Three heads formed along with a sharp whip-like tail that raised high as four stumpy legs held them up. "Ooooooh!" I crouched and held out my hand. As three sets of emerald eyes met mine, the heads headbutted my palm. I gently tapped each head and motioned to the spirit. "Everyone, this is Zagreus. Zagreus, this is Broken Tower and Sereza. You should already know who they are, but feel free to say hello." One head licked the air several times while the other two craned around to take in the people staring at them. "Oh, he''s adorable!" Sereza cooed. "Adorable? I''m pretty sure that''s a hydra. And it''s made of blood, serious-" Isaac''s words were cut off by Eodyne summoning lightning between her fingers. She glared him into submission and knelt down. "It''s nice to meet you, Zagreus. I''m Eodyne." Zagreus stared and slowly padded over. "Remember. No biting," I warned. My familiar ignored me and kissed Eodyne''s face with gentle licks. "Give pets!" he demanded. Eodyne blinked in surprise but complied and began to rub his scaled neck. When one head received more attention, the other two squeezed into her second hand. She laughed and gave him the demanded scratches until Zagreus waddled away. He stared upwards at Arturous. The bear sniffed heavily and cocked its head, lowering down for Zagreus to smell him. My familiar licked his nose and gently booped the massive bear on the snout, which caused him to sneeze and send Zagreus rolling. "Awww, that''s too damn cute," Sereza gushed. "Really?" I asked. "You didn''t react like this to Magnus. Or my other familiars." "Yes I did. You were always asleep when it happened. Plus, he is such a cutie! He''s a danger noodle times three! And those legs!" "Huh. I pegged you more as a scorpion girl." "Why?" I stared at her bone-covered tail and sharp stinger. "No idea," I said deadpanned. She ignored me in favor of reaching down and scratching at Zagreus'' belly. The blood hydra would flash green swirls that quickly faded. They returned when someone would scratch at the right spot, and Zagreus let them know. It wasn''t exactly barking, but he made his demands and was satisfied in return. Eventually, he stopped at Isaac, who glared with his arms crossed. "What? You want something?" "Pat! Give Pats!" Zagreus hissed. Strangely enough, the ''s'' wasn''t nearly as exaggerated as I expected. I only just noticed since Sereza was keeping quiet. "Oh come on, Isaac. Stop being such a grump and give him his scratches," Sereza said. "Scratch!" Isaac bent low and glared. "You should learn to say please." "Scratch!" "Please!" "Scratch?" All three heads bobbed up and down as they spoke individually for the first time. "Well? You got your please," Sereza teased. He growled and stood up. "Fine. But only for a moment! You won''t get scratches out of me so easily. I''m not a cheap date!" Isaac crouched this time, but his dagger swung in its sheath and hit the wall. A subtle click triggered. I felt it before I could call out a warning, and mana rushed through the floor. A spike of dark iron impaled Zagreus'' chest, puncturing the left head. Isaac reacted fast; the spike was grabbed by a tendril of shadow and torn out of the floor. Zagreus stumbled, his body gushing blood that spilled onto the stone. I rushed over. "Zagreus!" I grasped his back and pushed him towards my chest, but he resisted and then activated his skill. The blood that had gushed out of the wound reversed and mana was consumed as the liquid solidified into scales. The left head reformed and gently grazed my fingers as the other two heads turned to Isaac. The rogue looked like a ghost. "Scratch?" he said in unison. "I.. I-I" Isaac stuttered. He turned to me and I bared my fangs. "You''re dead." Igas got behind him. "I''ll hold him still." "Isaac..." Teddy whispered. "I didn''t mean to... I swear!" Isaac protested. Zagreus headbutted his knees and thumped the ground with his tail. "Scratch." Chapter 27: Another Blood Contract "No. I''m not scratching you anymore. It''s been an hour!" Isaac shouted. Zagreus flipped around and gently bit his nose with all three heads. The rogue brushed him off but the thumping tail slowly won him over. My familiar leaned into the scratches while Sereza cooed. "He''s adorable," she sighed. "You''re a lucky bastard, Cyrus. I wish I had a familiar skill." "I know he''s cute and all. But you don''t treat my other familiars like this." "I do too!" "Oh yeah? Zharia, you never scratch her. Same with Sturmrorex or Erebus." "Zharia would burn me if it wasn''t you petting her. Erebus is a death spider who only wants bones. And Sturmrorex... he reminds me of Fuldro when we were kids." "Fuldro?" "Big brute you met at the party? Pridekin." "Oh," I said. "How does that prevent you from gushing over him? I''d say Sturmrorex is pretty cute." She barked a laugh and shook her head. "He reminds me more like a cocky little brother. Not an adorable good boy who wants scratches." "¨¢ine and Magnus? Galarion too." "¨¢ine is cute, and I appreciate the nose boops. Magnus is also adorable but a little sleepyhead. Galarion..." I glared. "...Is an absolute cutie. Just that he¡¯s hard to find cute sometimes when he wants to devour your memories." "Fair enough," I snorted. "Well, hopefully, they stay adorable as they evolve." "Somehow, I doubt that." I glared, but it was half hearted at best. Sereza grinned and rested her head on my shoulder. For a while, we relaxed . I had calmed down after Zagreus got hurt and the other''s were content to do their own thing. Celenae of course, was still testing her new perk. And she would occasionally rope the others in to help. "So when are we doing the ritual?" "Huh?" She sat up and stared. "You know what I mean." "Hmmm. Not sure. Was there a ritual? Probably shouldn''t partake in that kind of stuff. Pretty bad for your health." "Not cool," she whispered. Shit. "Whenever you want, really." I turned and addressed the others. "That goes for all of you. If you want to use me for some extra mana regeneration that fine by me." All of Broken Tower except Celenae stopped and crowded near me. I pushed them back and held up my arms, defensively. "Woah, what the fuck?" "We were being polite and didn''t want to presume," Teddy explained. "I was bullied into not asking!" Isaac quipped. Teddy groaned while Isaac had a shit-eating grin. "You know what? I do have a requirement." "Hey!" "I require!" I stated. "A day where we all go and celebrate. I don''t care where, just that we sit down and have fun for a full day. And no complaints!" They smiled; except for Isaac who grumbled something about ''damn mushy demon.'' "That sounds perfect," Teddy said. "Good. Now who''s first?" There was some arguing, but it was decided that Sereza would go first, followed by Isaac, Eodyne, and Teddy. Igas would go last since he mainly required heavy stamina use and not mana for most of his skills. Just in case there was a secret cap to my perk, and not everyone would be able to acquire it, at least the ones who needed it the most would get it. "So what do I do? We cut our hands, exchange blood and I swear an oath?" Sereza asked. "You watched Celenae do it, why are you asking me?" "To be sure." "I don''t know if we actually have to cut ourselves as badly as we did but I guess it doesn''t hurt." I sat on my knees directly across from Sereza. She extended her hands and ran her dagger across her palms. Blood welled and she cupped it before it dripped onto the dungeon floor. One hand was held above, the other below. Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. I mirrored her actions and summoned my athame. The blade sliced the air, piercing my skin only when I clenched my hand, coaxing the blood to surface. As it gathered in my palms, I locked gazes with Sereza, channeling knowledge that implanted itself into my mind. "From my life''s essence to thine, may strength converge. I, Cyrus, forge this pact of blood. What is thy answer?" Sereza echoed the solemn cadence. "From my life''s essence to thine, a bond of loyalty is sealed. I, Sereza, pledge to this blood pact. She flipped her hand over and our blood mixed as I did the same with the opposite and watched the transparent pink pour into the puddle of green. A spark burst into existence that tingled across my fingers. It shot into my chest and through my soulspace, settling on the outskirts as a tiny weight attached. There was a brief moment where Sereza''s eyes flashed crimson before it settled and she leaned forward. I channeled mana into Verdant Healer and directed ¨¢ine into healing the cuts. As the skin sealed over, she booped Sereza''s nose and landed on my shoulder before sitting and kicking her legs. Zagreus padded over and sniffed. He lapped up a drop of spilled blood and then honed in when he licked Sereza''s. "Zagre-" she was bowled over and aggressively assaulted by the trio of demanding heads. "Aah! What did I do?" "Zagreus!" When he didn''t listen ¨¢ine flew over and hovered above one head. He tried to push her out of the way but she held extended tiny fist and rocked him in the snout. Zagreus whimpered and retreated into my lap but I crossed my arms and shook my head. "But delicious!" he whined. "Listen to Master." Igas whistled. "That''s a mean punch." ¨¢ine twirled and slowly flew over, causing Zagreus to flatten in an attempt to hide. On one hand I wanted to laugh. The little guy wasn''t hurt, I watched him tank a spike trap and demand scratches a second later, but it was a firm reprimand from what was essentially his big sister. "Maybe don''t punch him next time," I whispered. "He caused harm." I turned and saw a bead of blood drip down Sereza''s arm. It was a light scratch but still a scratch. "Zagreus. We don''t hurt friends. Okay?" One head popped out and recoiled at ¨¢ine who was only an inch away. He backed up and looked upward and nodded with his little snake head. "I''m sorry." "Don''t apologize to me. Apologize to her." His other heads stretched and waved at Sereza. "Sorry." Her mouth threatened to form a smile and I saw the heart eyes forming. I shook my head and she regained control. "If you want something, ask politely. Was it my blood?" He nodded meekly. She poked her finger and bowed her head at ¨¢ine who shook a fist. As a fat droplet threatened to dribble she reached over and let Zagreus lap it up. Joy bled through the link and I gently patted him on the back. "Taste good?" "Yes!" "What about poison in general?" He cocked his heads. Sereza reached for her bandolier and pulled out a vial. "This is a mild paralytic. What do you think?" She gave him a taste but there wasn''t the same level of enthusiasm as her blood had received. After testing her entire arsenal of toxins and poisons he clearly preferred her blood but he enjoyed the other concoctions as well. "Looks like I''ll have to add poison to my grocery list," I said. "We can buy some on our way out. There''s at least two stalls that sell them," Teddy added. "I said grocery list." "Yes?" "Nevermind." I adjusted Zagreus and turned to Sereza. "Well, how is it?" She sent a barrage of daggers into the wall and closed her eyes. After a minute passed, she grinned. "It works!" I pulled up the perk and confirmed that everything was working on my side. Blood Pact (Stage One):
  • The Crimson Monarch grants you their favor.
  • Through blood is the way to power. For nothing is stronger than the ties that bond.
  • Form a pact to share your greatest strength.
    • Minor increase to mana regeneration.
  • As the bond matures and the connection strengthens, the pact evolves, enhancing its benefits and potentially revealing new powers.
  • Current bonded: (Celenae Sylvus, Sereza)
I closed my eyes and reached out with mental feelers. Like Celenae, I knew vaguely of where she was. "Well beyond your name added to my perk, there weren''t any changes. Safe to assume we can proceed with everyone else. If you still want to." Isaac nearly tackled Sereza out of the way. Igas leaned over and whispered to my familiar. "Don''t follow his example." "Hey!" Isaac protested. After settling down, I completed the ritual with Isaac and the rest of Broken Tower. Each one added another weight to my soul but there was something else. I dived into my soulspace and found a new rune forming along the island, one in the center. It was dull red and I felt the grooves as the shallow cut stretched outward to form loops. Maybe I need more? It feels... unfinished. As I exited my soulspace I found Celenae waiting with a notebook. "Anything new?" "There''s definitely a rune forming. Maybe a couple more and it''ll do something." "If you''re not against it, Teddy''s parents would be a good choice. The perk clearly implies it can rank up, so new bonuses would be a boon." "How rare is an upgradeable perk?" "Decently so. I wouldn''t expect people to have one. It''s not entirely unknown, some arena style rifts have ranks according to how far you get, but they don''t upgrade." "Got it." I expected things to calm down again. Not everyone was obsessed with tracking things like Celenae but I couldn''t have been more wrong. Igas and Isaac dipped, rushing off to find things to kill while Eodyne and Teddy partnered up to go down another corridor. That left Sereza who sauntered closer. "Well? Want to go delving?" "Why do you all want to kill things so badly," I grumbled. "We''re adventurers. It''s in our blood." I motioned to the dungeon. "Give it a month or two." "Why?" "The rift, the dungeon, another rift, another dungeon," I paused theatrically and held up my fingers. "I could keep listing things." "Fine. You made your point." "Cyrus," Celenae interrupted. "Don''t you need more energy to get your skills to the threshold?" "See! We have a legitimate reason to delve." Slowly, I stood up and tapped Zagreus. He looked excited and I pointed to the end of the hall where the ice walls had a doorway installed. "Let''s go. Time to hunt your first monster." "Yes!" Sereza cheered. "You just want me for loot," I accused. She shrugged. "Maybe. It wouldn''t hurt. I was never allowed to loot anything from the dungeon as part of the contract for being escorted. It''d be nice to see what''s inside this place." "Didn''t you say you hated it?" She stopped and crossed her arms. "While yes, this trip hasn''t exactly been standard. You guys make it fun, and it''s a good distraction from the guilt inside my head. Is that so bad?" Fuck. "Suppose not. But ground rules. You can get half of what we loot. In return I want something." "Anything." "I want a gallon of your blood." Sereza blinked slowly before backing away. "Cyrus, that''d kill me." "Not with ¨¢ine," I quipped, patting the fairy who waved from atop my shoulder. "She''ll keep you alive and whole. I''ll even buy you a donut." "Does it have to be a gallon?" "I suppose we could go smaller but it''d be nice to have something on hand to feed Zagreus." "Blood?" he asked. "Later. I''m negotiating." "Fine," she relented. "You can bleed me dry. But I want more than one donut. Whatever they are." I flashed my fangs in a devil''s grin. "Deal." Chapter 28: Dungeon Chit Chat The dungeon was dark and gloomy, the walls dull and the pathway empty. Except for the hidden monster waiting on the ceiling. Sereza threw a single spectral blade and it sailed through the air, stabbing into the monster''s thorax. It hissed and flopped to the floor in a heap of mechanical limbs. The purple strings underneath unspooled but were quickly retracted as it flipped over. I gripped my spear and contained a growl as Zagreus placed himself between the monster and us. "Raaagh!" he roared. As much as I understood that Zagreus would be fine, I hated it with every fiber of my being. At least Magnus had the ability to absorb attacks. Yet I had to let this play out. It was better now in a controlled environment than a battlefield filled with chaos. "Zharia, Sturmrorex. Pincer," I commanded. My familiars flew high, hanging just behind Zagreus. "He''ll be okay," Sereza said. "I know." The spider locked on as Zagreus stepped forward and released another hiss. The central eye flashed purple and the spider leapt. Before it could close the distance between them, Sturmrorex acted first, piercing it with a bolt of lightning that traveled across its many limbs. It took the hit and skidded closer, letting Zharia unleash a torrent of flames against its head. The spider stood under the onslaught and raised a bladed limb. My grip tightened and Zagreus reacted. Two heads bit down on the front limbs, tieing them up, while the third intercepted the attack. Black metal met hardened blood. Scaled deformed and splashed against the ground while the limb stopped just above my familiar''s main body. As Zagreus took the hit and sacrificed a head, mana thrummed to life and he activated his skill. The blood that splattered the ground and coated the metal limb smoked and sizzled. The spider tried to pull back but the head reformed with the neck wrapped around the corroded blade. Sturmrorex dived and speared the golem''s side with his horns, unleashing a burst of electricity. It froze, and Zharia swooped in. She swiped at the core, but a limb came free and battered her aside. It was a glancing hit but she screeched in anger. "Zharia! Step back. Let them handle it." She flew high, the golden flames spewing from her feathers. "It should burn!" "It will, but you can''t burn Sturmrorex and Zagreus." Zharia grumbled but complied and I turned my attention to the limb Zagreus had inflicted with caustic blood. The metal was tough. Only the edges of the limb had melted. It tugged, but Zagreus maintained a firm hold, preventing the monster from pulling away. Sturmrorex pulled deeper from his mana pool and upped the amperage. He controlled it well, Zagreus being largely unaffected by the attack. Sparks danced, and the golem couldn''t react as Zharia got her revenge. Her wings were an inferno as she dived and landed atop the orb. It flashed purple but was drowned in a wave of gold concentrated to a fine stream. Metal hissed and the thick cords serving as tendons melted away. "Burn! Dumb spider!" "Uhm. Is it me or does Zharia look extra angry?" Sereza asked. I chuckled, finally relaxing. "She has a thing against spiders." "How does that work with Erebus?" "Erebus is family. Not the same." "Riiight." The core cracked and it was over. For good measure, Sturmrorex slithered toward the core and bashed it with his horns, cracking it further. Once the spider collapsed, Zagreus let go and bowled over my other familiars in an attempt for pets. "Scratch!" Zharia pecked his heads and returned to my shoulder. "No." He pouted but shifted his attention to Sturmrorex who shook his head and tapped him with his tail. "Dignity. Hold your head high after a victory." The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. "But scratches..." Sturmrorex snorted and flew away, coiling around my neck as I approached. With no one else to turn to, my familiar wobbled towards me and leaned into my leg. I gave in, unable to resist the cute little fella. His heads hissed in delight before returning to my soulspace, and I directed my mana into The Dead Will Provide. Erebus flopped onto the corpse and dived into the core. Sereza leaned down and inspected the corpse. "You know. That was surprisingly well done. I am once again in awe at your skills." The peacocks on my person preened in delight. "Enough. You did good." "They''re pretty awesome, I know." Sereza rolled her eyes and waved at Erebus as he emerged from within the core. He waved back and hopped onto my hand. Zagreus tried to sneak in a lick but he gently booped his snouts before presenting the loot orb. "Any guesses on what it''ll be?" "Honestly? Maybe some metal scraps. These golems don''t have poison as far as I know." "It''s still weird that you guys know about golems but don''t use them." She snorted. "That''s because enchanting one requires a genius level of work. Unless it''s a monster." I hummed and held the orb for everyone to see. It was Zagreus'' first time seeing it so I inspected it and sent him memories before sending mana into my palm. It popped and a spool of metallic thread fell into my hand. It was the length of my ring finger, and as thick as my nail bed. "Well, it looks like you were right. I think." Sereza inspected the thread and unwound an inch before running her thumb across. Blood dripped down and she wiped it away. "Same color as the golem. Not the sharpest but it''d make a wire trap." "Keep it." "Really?" I shrugged. "You guessed it correctly. Call it your first souvenir. She pocketed the thread and I waved goodbye to Erebus as he returned to my soulspace. With one golem down, I pointed toward the left tunnel. "Let''s see what else we can loot." -------- Sereza speared another spider as I impaled one to the wall. I twisted and sent mana into the tip. Acid melted away the metal and I plucked the core free before spiking it into the floor. With a stomp, it split down the middle in a rain of shards. I turned in time to watch my familiars tangle up their spider and quickly snip the cords behind the metal shell. It crashed to the floor with Zagreus flopping on top. I winced, but he adjusted in time for Zharia to melt away the rest of the golem. With the threats neutralized, I untangled my spear and called to ¨¢ine. She materialized before me and got to work repairing the deep gouges along my leg. "That was dumb," Sereza growled. It was. It had been four hours since we started and while things were relatively calm and fairly empty for a dungeon so large, the ambush had come unexpectedly. Four spiders ambushed us near a turn, one being swiftly impaled and torn to shreds as we reacted in time. The other three forced us to retreat and we both activated a spike trap, taking out our legs. That in of itself, wasn''t that crazy. A devious trap for sure, but the wall darts that activated as Sereza touched a wall nearly ruined us. Thankfully we were used to dealing with multiple enemies. We divided and conquered and I trusted my familiars by now to handle a spider on their own. They were ambush predators, not combatants. Once paralyzed or had their cords snapped, they became easy targets. ¨¢ine finished healing my legs and moved onto Sereza while my familiars popped the core from the monsters and presented them. I patted their heads and brought them in for a hug. "Good job everyone. Thanks for keeping us alive." "Of course!" "Scratches!" "Stupid spiders!" I laughed and squeezed tighter. Once ¨¢ine was finished I replaced her and Zharia for Erebus and he got to work. "We''ll have to settle for two out of four. I want to reserve some mana." "Works for me," Sereza said as she flopped next to me. She leaned on my shoulder and watched Erebus dive into the first corpse. "I wouldn''t call this a successful haul, but if we find an engineer I''m sure they''d go crazy." "What are we at now? Four spools, three bags of bolts, and two bags of magic dust?" "And the enchanted pen." Aaah. Yeah, I forgot about that. I grabbed the first loot orb and passed it over as Erebus dived once more. "I''m sure Celenae will love a reinforced pen." "Better than nothing," she said bitterly. I cocked my head and tapped her shoulder. "What was that?" "Nothing." "Dragonshit. What''s wrong?" Sereza sighed and held up the orb. "It just hit me. Realized that even though we could have died, I had fun. The darts were nasty but delving is exciting, and having a reliable teammate adds to that." My familiars protested and she held up her hands to halt the tirade. "My bad. Teammates. You''re all awesome." "So why did you sound so bitter?" "Because I was in danger and had fun. That while Lezka is out there doing who-know''s-what, I''m having fun delving in a dungeon." She clenched her fists. "It feels wrong." "I have that same feeling every now and then." "About Lezka?" "No," I chuckled. "About the first rift I went into. About Sam." "Oh." "For a long time I was mad, angry that I failed. She saved me, sacrificed herself to the big bad demon and thrown across the void. And the worst part? It was all my fault." Sereza sat up and crossed her arms as she pointedly glared. "From what you''ve told me before, there''s no way in hells it''s your fault. That''s idiotic." "Funny. I think I could say the same. I at least have an actual excuse to take blame for. What''s your excuse?" "I could have searched for him, found him, done anything that wasn''t just gallivanting and having fun." "Is that what you did? I remember you being pretty stressed at the party." She reached for Erebus and took the second orb as he hopped onto her arm. "Fine. Point made. Doesn''t mean I don''t feel like shit. I can''t even look Melza in the eye." "You will eventually. I plan on punching Sam when I see her." "Wait what?" "Yep. A single punch for doing something so incredibly stupid, and then the longest hug in the world. Because she saved me." Sereza shook her head and popped the first orb. It produced a small pouch that sank into her hand. "Dust." "One down, last one to go." She paused and smiled at me. "You''re weirdly good at these kinds of conversations. It''s refreshing." "Thanks? I think? I''m not too sure about that, but this isn''t the first time I''ve sat with somebody and had a chat. We''ve done it plenty." "Yeah, and usually something crazy happens." "Pop the damn orb." The shadow threads burst and black orb fell into her hand. As she held it closer, it flashed purple and a diagonal eye appeared. It scanned the room and locked onto me. "Uh." It flashed again and faded away, becoming inert. "What was that?" Sereza asked. Silently, I reached over and gripped the orb and called to Chomperz. He swallowed the dust and the orb and shook his head before rushing back into my chest. "Right, well, I''m sure it''s useful for something. But let''s avoid creepy eyeball orbs." "Cyrus, I think you just looted a golem core." I shrugged. "I already have a spider, thank you very much. No need for an inferior copy." Erebus screeched into my head and I returned him to the soulspace. I scratched Zagreus and stood up, stretching. "I have plenty of energy now. Let''s head back." "Are we showing Celenae the orb?" "What do you think?" "Of course we are." I grinned. "Exactly. Now let''s get out of here. I''m sick of metal spiders." And it''s about damn time I tier up. Chapter 29: Ambush We turned a final bend only a couple of minutes away from what I deemed the ''fortress. But as Sereza stepped a foot past the corner mana screamed in my senses as a sharp vibrating spike of pressure. I grasped her jacket and flung her behind me as a beam of energy engulfed the corridor. It pushed me back, burning my right leg. Zharia rushed in and sucked in the flames while I shot to my feet. "Sereza! You okay?" "I''m good. What the fuck was that?" "No idea." I summoned a small gemstone and threw it into the hallway. A beat passed, there was no reaction. Damnit. "Retreat?" "Our best bet is to grab the others. If we retreat we risk being cornered." "What the fuck even is it. There shouldn''t be something that deadly on this floor." "Help?" Zagreus asked. My jaw strained as my teeth gnashed together. I could send Zagreus out but the lazer was strong enough to completely destroy his form. The backlash alone from it would be too crippling to be worth it. I shook my head. "Sturmrorex, return for now. I''m summoning Magnus." Sturmrorex nodded and rushed into my chest as the skill deactivated. With a flex, Magnus appeared and he stalked closer to the corner. Mana picked up, and he growled as he stopped just shy of exposing himself. "Ready!" he roared. "Go but pull back." He dashed forward and the pressure picked up. The tunnel shook as another lazer drowned the darkness in blinding orange. Magnus jumped, but the attack clipped his back legs and he screamed in pain. I pulled him closer and retreated several feet. His legs were blackened and the left was severely injured, but his skill had activated and absorbed most of the damage. It''s enough to fill his core and then some. What the fuck? "Cyrus?" Spirit Lord''s invocation. Magnus became motes of light that shot into my chest. Fur sprouted from my limbs and crystals overlapped into a second layer. As the transformation settled, I delved into his memories and saw what Magnus managed to see before the attack. "Sereza. It''s a crystal golem. Tall as the ceiling, nearly as wide as the tunnel." "That shouldn''t be here." No it shouldn''t. And I think I know why. "Chances we could take it?" She fiddled with her bandolier and uncapped one of her stronger acid vials. "Possibly. Not the worst we fought, but that attack is no joke. That''s definitely stronger than what the stories say." We continued to back up, but kept vigilant behind us. Zharia scouted just in case while we watched the tunnel in front. "An elite monster then?" "Has to be," she said. She stopped and scowled with her tail pointed accusingly. "Is this because you fucked with the dungeon?" "Maybe." We stopped and Zharia returned to my shoulder. "Nothing behind," she chirped. "Decision time. It''s not following for some reason." "Bait and run? We could bait an attack and dash for the fortress." "Assuming it has a delay to its attacks." "Only one way to find out. Can you absorb an attack?" I shook my head. "Too much mana. Maybe some, but it''d overload me. I''m already pretty full and that was Magnus being clipped." "Fuck." We waited, debating on what to do before I sighed and pulled Zharia into my hands. "Here''s the plan. We bait an attack and try to draw its attention. You have to fly straight towards the others. Can you do it?" "But we fight?!" "No, it''s too strong. Grab them and we''ll be fine, okay?" Sereza tapped her chest and grinned. "From all the crazy shit your master has gotten himself into, this is nothing. Go and save the day." Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. As we prepared I ran through different scenarios in my head. The worst one would be if the golem had an infinite supply of mana from the dungeon and no delay between attacks. If that was the case, we were fucked. Sereza dipped her blades into the acid concoction and I sent Zharia high. First step was drawing out multiple attacks. After dismissing Zagreus, I summoned ¨¢ine in his stead and had her hide inside Sereza''s jacket. "Ready?" I asked. "Ready." I stepped a foot into the hallway and retreated once mana built. There was a sharp warning whispered into my ear just as I pulled back. The lazer glassed the tunnel and I stuck my claws out just enough to absorb some of the mana. It filled the receptacle and I compressed it down, refining it to make room. Now for step two. Three seconds after if fired I rushed into the hallway and laid eyes on the monster. Its chest was covered in flames that spiraled into a vortex in the center. I crossed my arms and waited to retreat but it didn''t attack. Good. Step three. My jaw dropped open and the energy rushed into my throat. Heat, pressure, power; I unleashed the attack and was rocked back as the condensed laser pierced the shadows. I squeezed all of it out, going for the kill. As it neared, the golem''s lone eye flashed red as it slammed its arms together. It''s head retracted and my attack hit, crashing against the bulk its body. The walls rumbled, and something scraped the ground, creating a high-pitch screech. As my core emptied my throat seized in pain and I waited for the light to clear. Fuck. The crystal was cracked but it pulled its arms apart and stood up mostly unscathed. The eye flashed red and the vortex in the center of its chest spun. Flames spewed and the air thrummed. A hand grabbed my hoodie and pulled me behind the wall as the golem unleashed its attack. "Thanks," I croaked. ¨¢ine slapped her hands along my cheek and sent a burst of mana into my throat. "So there is a delay," Sereza said. I grinned. "Looks like it. But I don''t have another attack ready. She channeled mana into her daggers and a yellow haze trailed behind the metal. "Ready." This is going to suck. "Zharia," I whispered. "Ready?" "Yes!" Alright then. I held my arm outside the hallway and sure enough another attack came. As it engulfed my claws I pulled in the mana and squeezed. The neverending tide of energy filled me to the brim and then some, forcing me to pull back before the attack ended. We rushed in and Sereza unleashed a salvo of daggers. They clinked off the crystal but left behind minute cracks for the acid to eat away. As she covered Zharia who rushed for the exit, the golem eye flashed red and turned to follow my familiar. "No you don''t!" I pulled from the core and drew its attention. Arms became a shield as my attack pushed against its defense. Sereza grabbed a vial and lobbed it. It splashed against the crystal, dousing it in oil that burned as the lazer set it alight. Zharia zipped across the tunnel and swerved into the hallway past the golem. My energy ran out and I signaled a retreat. Sereza tossed another vial, one that properly exploded and pushed the golem back before grabbing and pulling me away. We retreated and crouched low. Sereza transferred ¨¢ine and smiled. "Now we wait." It wasn''t long till we heard our rescuers. There was a loud crash and an echo of shattering glass before we rushed into the hallway. The golem was surrounded by pillars of ice and barriers while Teddy stood atop the golem''s shoulders and raised his mace. A golden giant version of it appeared before the golem and shattered its arms as he crushed its head. When the hole in its chest sputtered flames a spear of electricity pierced its center and exploded. It wasn''t enough to stop it, but Igas was there and thrusted his sword all the way through, spraying the tunnel with crystal shards. Isaac exited the wall and shook his head. "Not even half a day." I grabbed his face and kissed his forehead. He sputtered and I laughed as I walked past and whistled at the destruction wrought by Broken Tower. Zharia sent a burst of flames into the golem''s chest as Igas retracted his blade and started mocking its entire family line. "Cyrus," Celenae said. "What did you do?" "Probably pissed off the dungeon." Isaac scoffed. "Is the dungeon sentient?" "Mmm. The dungeon isn''t not sentient,¡± I said. "Then wha-" she shook her head. "Nevermind. Are you two okay?" Sereza nodded. "We are now. I summoned Erebus and tossed him onto the golem''s corpse. Teddy hopped off and kicked the still intact leg. "This is tougher than usual. Stronger than it should be." "This isn''t supposed to be here right?" "No." "When we get back I''m going to try something. Will you guys be willing to guard me?" Teddy shook his head. "Didn''t need to ask. Of course we will." Then it''s time to have a chat. *** I settled into the beanbag and tapped my head. "Pillage memories!" Galarion shouted. "Not yet. If they do something stupid, go ahead." "Yes!" Outloud I cleared my throat and waited as the others quieted. "I''m starting." My palm laid flat against the floor and sent mana through the stone. I searched, till the bubbly feeling rose into my chest. I threaded my mana and pierced the floor connecting to the stream of information that recoiled at my intrusion. "Abort! Abort! Abort!" Pain lanced my skull eliciting a groan. Galarion absorbed the damage and pulled away the useless information, leaving behind only what I needed. Teddy activated his healing skill and the soothing mana washed over me. "Thanks." "Good to continue?" he asked. I gave him a thumbs-up and adjusted my hand to the wall. The bubbles rose and I probed the connection. Gotcha. This time I funneled as much mana as possible into the spike and pushed deep. My brain became a ball of fire but I gritted my teeth and pushed through the pain. "Go away!" Through the agony an image of a large room appeared. The walls were adorned with moving gears that spun in all directions. The lights were of golden crystals suspended from metal thread. And in the center was a dais of intricately carved hands holding a glowing orb. Beside it was a terrified and shivering fairy. The connection snapped and I collapsed. I opened my eyes as Sereza dabbed at my nose. "You''re bleeding," she said. "Sorry." "Did whatever you''re doing work?" "Yes. Next time I got it." "Still can''t explain what it is?" I chuckled. "Sorry." She sighed and I closed my eyes. The fucker was scared. That was good. The asshole tried to kill us. My hand remained on the same spot but instead of battering the gates with a cannon, I refined my mana into a spear threaded perfectly to fit in the pathway hidden inside the stone. I slipped it in and cut deep. The bubbles transformed into tingles that made me feel like I was floating on a cloud. The room appeared as did its occupants. A pulse of energy threatened to destroy the connection but I channeled the feeling in my chest and held on. The room shrank as I pushed closer. The fairy grabbed onto the orb with wide golden eyes. "Get back! Stay away!" My mouth moved but the words didn''t come. Then knowledge flowed into my head, supported by my perk. I adjusted the mana into a different pathway and it clicked into place. My words were shaky, and sounded as if I was screaming from underwater. "So you''re the assholes who tried to kill me. Let''s talk about that." Chapter 30: Dangerous Actions "Wha-I... Ahhhh." My consciousness tried to form something but was rebuffed. Instead, I pushed closer and came within spitting distance. The fairy had bronze skin that gleamed in the golden light. Her eyes were golden orbs and her hair was rivulets of oxidized metal, filled with splotches of green. Her wings were an amalgamation of floating blades and gears that spun in place. "Go away!" the masculine voice screamed. "You." I pointed a finger that didn''t exist but the connection allowed something to pass through since the dungeoncore pulled away. "Explain yourself." The fairy finally found courage and held up her hands. "Please don''t hurt us. We''re so sorry." "Names." The core pulsed. "Gi-Gimbal." "Neolenn," the fairy offered. I checked in with Galarion and he gave me a mental thumbs-up. The strain had lessened and he was eating his fill as he helped reduce the pain. He served as Xena did and funneled away the useless information. But it would overwhelm him and me, soon. Got to get through this before the connection breaks. Once more I pulled on information from the perk. What the dungeon had did was against the unspoken rules. "Why did you attack me and my friend? You broke the pact as dungeon master and ambushed an occupied floor." "We didn''t!" Gimbal protested. "We didn''t summon new monsters!" His companion slapped his side, the metal of her hand ringing against the crystalized glass beneath the curtain of mana that made up Gimbal''s form. "Shut up!" "Bu-" I shook my head. "I don''t care. Answer my question or I''ll force my way into the core room." It was an empty threat, but they didn''t know it. I wasn''t about to rob a kingdom of a highly populated dungeon in the center of their capital city. There was some whispering at the edges of my thoughts, like a sound I wasn''t supposed to hear. Eventually, Neolenn nodded slowly. "My apologies, lord. We were afraid. Never before has a mortal connected with the dungeon. We reacted poorly. Forgive us." "No." Neolenn took a step back and Gimbal shifted to protect her. "I won''t let you touch her!" The mana thread I used as an anchor to my body was starting to fray at the edges. There wasn''t much time left. "Cease your attempts at an attack. If you force my hand..." Galarion stepped in and transmitted the memories of Xena trapped and alone. Her connection with her core severed as he was caught under the god''s control. I lowered my voice but kept it neutral. "Do you two understand?" "Yes!" they spoke. I was ready to leave it at that, but they did try to kill Sereza and me. "As an apology I require a boon. You will give it to the felkin that was with me. Is that understood?" "Bu-" Smack! Neolenn nodded vigorously. "We understand. It will be done." The mana thread was on its last legs. I channeled my voice in a final warning even as my consciousness was tugged back to my body. "I plan on ascending. It will release an energy that will draw eyes upon your dungeon. Mention nothing to those who ask lest you seek destruction. Do not interfere, do not divulge my secrets, and do not touch my companions." I saw the fairy shiver with shaky hands before the connection snapped and I crashed back into my body. The tingling burned and I leaned to the side, coughing up blood that coated my tongue. I waved off the other''s concern as I basked in Teddy''s skill. Once I felt whole enough to speak I finally opened my eyes and groaned. "That sucked." "What did you do?" Isaac snarled. I looked to the ceiling and growled. "Cyrus?" Celenae asked. There we go... Mana formed and the others felt it but I held up a hand and pointed to the ground where a small brass chest was materializing. The others stared in shock and I waited till the mana stopped before nudging the chest closer to Sereza. "Got you an apology gift. Don''t ask." "How could I not?!" she protested. I shrugged. "Just don''t. Not like you haven''t seen this before." She massaged her temples and grabbed the box. She inspected it and probed the lock. If it was boobytrapped I was going to maim the core, consequences be damned. She opened it carefully and Celenae was ready with her fingers twitching, purple light wisping off her fingers. But as Sereza opened the chest, she cocked her head. "Huh." "Well? What is it?" Isaac asked. She pulled out a small brass vial shaped like a teardrop. It was corked with a wood stopper and had a latch holding it down. I spotted the runes for containment and preserve etched into the lip. "Should I open it?" "Wait!" Igas shouted. The betting board appeared and there was a round of bets before Sereza was finally allowed to open the mystery vial. A sharp odor filled the room. It was pungent, and acrid, like the world''s strongest bleach. As it settled a tinge of ozone similar to being near Eodyne during her attacks crawled into the back of my throat. I tasted copper and rust. The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Sereza lightly poured a drop onto the floor where it sat. "Well that''s disappointing. From the smell I almost expected it to melt through the floor." I had a hunch and summoned a spool of metal thread. I measured a few inches and held it in front of Isaac. "Cut this please?" He hesitant swiped his dagger cleanly through before staring at the spool. "What''s that?" "Loot. From the spider golems." I positioned the thread over the drop and slowly lowered it into the liquid. Instantly, the thread sizzled and melted away. The liquid didn''t stop, the drop climbed the thread and I let go as it ate it whole. "Well," I said. "Looks like its metal-specific acid. Congrats. Can you absorb it?" "Maybe?" Sereza held the vial closer and hummed before inserting it into her bandolier. "You know what? Thanks. I was looking for an acid strong enough to eat through metals." I grinned and let Celenae begin her battery of tests. As she did, I summoned the loot we acquired and handed them over. The golem core was especially interesting, but Celenae did her best to control her obsession and catalogued the items. While everyone finally settled I closed my eyes and started refining my mana channels. The faster I ranked up the quicker we could get out of the dungeon. ------- I opened my eyes and breathed in the chill air around us. It was soothing in a way, and I used the distraction to center myself. Celenae and Teddy were playing a boardgame while Sereza, Igas, and Isaac argued about something. Only Eodyne was alone and resting her eyes. "It''s time," I declared. The conversations ceased. "Truly?" Celenae asked, eagerly. I nodded. "It is. Do you still want to go through the transformations and log them before I pushed the last rank?" A pile of notebooks appeared and she rifled through the pages. Sereza crossed her arms. "So we did all this so you can tier up? I mean congrats, but why all the secrecy for just tier two?" "Oh Sereza," Isaac said as he patted her shoulder. "I''ll toast your death." "What in the hells are you talking about?" A shot glass was in his hand, and judging by the smell it was some form of rum. He downed it and hissed as a drop spilled down his throat. "To your innocence. May it be cherished now that it is lost." Igas shook his head. "I think we''ve been in the capital too long. Teddy''s parents are rubbing off on you." Isaac froze, his eyes filled with panic. I chuckled and stood up. "You''ll find out soon enough. You ready, Celenae?" "Yes. You may begin. Start with ¨¢ine." I channeled Verdant Healer and Spirit Lord''s Invocation. ¨¢ine appeared long enough to twirl before her form broke apart. As her mana settled into place I raised my arms and stared at the subtle glow along my fingers. "I don''t remember my skin glowing." "Glowing skin could be like Magnus'' change. Just another visual representation. Has your ability to heal changed at all?" I used my nails to cut my arm and sent a burst of mana into the injury. It sealed and looked as good as new. "Same as before." I closed my eyes and felt the mana nodes on my back. Part of me hoped there was a change, like the beginning of wings but I would settle for seeing what the tier one evolution brought to the table. "Alright, next?" I undid the transformation and hugged ¨¢ine goodbye. Zharia was next and she turned into a miniature inferno as she appeared. "Ready!" Her transformation was the same as usual, and so was Magnus''s. I let each of my familiars have their time modelling for Celenae who drew a picture for each of them before they returned to my soulspace. Erebus was fourth and this time I did notice a subtle change to the transformation. "These are sharper, maybe a centimeter longer too," I said while splaying my claws for Celenase to examine. "Strange. I think Erebus'' transformation is nearly as unused as ¨¢ine''s. Why would it change?" "Could be your perception or even your familiar''s perception of the skill." "Erebus might have learned to refine the looting process on his own and that influenced the change," Teddy added. I shrugged. Any change was welcome. It meant progress. The skill deactivated and Sturmrorex appeared in a flash of light accompanied by the crackle of thunder and a howling gale. Fog spilled forth wetting the skin of everyone within reach. "Hey!" Celenae growled. She looked up behind her barrier and pointed her pen like a knife. The effects stopped and Sturmrorex apologized. I cut the guy some slack and activated my skill. There was a change, a lot less subtle than the others. I tugged at my hair and summoned a mirror. The edges of silver were tinged with bright orange. "It''s grown too. Maybe an inch?" Sereza said. Celenae jotted it down. "Noted. Skill changes?" I extended my hand and shot a bolt of electricity into the wall. It singed it black and I inhaled slowly. The very air around me felt alive, and under control as if I could nudge it any direction, and change its path. Damn. This is cool. It was a transformation I had been egregiously under utilizing. That would have to change going forward. The ability to command the sky to my will was too tempting to let lie. "No changes." When Sturmrorex reformed he beamed with pride and pushed his head against mine. "I''m excited!" he whispered. "We''re not conquering the skies yet, but we''re getting closer." "The heavens will shake with our roar!" I hugged him tight and said goodbye, pausing long enough to get everyone''s attention. "Next is Galarion. I know some of you are uncomfortable, so I''m warning you ahead of time." "Just don''t touch my head or I''ll stab you," Isaac grumbled. "Promise I won''t. Am I allowed to begin?" Galarion plopped out of my skull and squished into my awaiting palm. He was wearing a robe this time, one made of swirling clouds of cosmic dust. He saluted and I saluted back. As he entered my body, there was a gentle pressure on my mind that expanded my senses. As the transformation took hold I opened my eyes and stared at the world. Woah. Things were the same but there were additional elements. Surrounding each person was an aura of colored light just above their skin. Eodyne''s was blinding blue and sharp. It spiked in places and were calm in others, and as I caught her gaze the aura turned jagged. Isaac''s was the same, more of a black haze but with jagged lines that grew sharper the longer I stared. "Stop looking at me like that," he growled. I reached for the hand mirror and stared at the spinning rainbow circles in my eyes. They grew in size and retracted like rubber bands as they were forced into place when I blinked. It wasn''t the worst look, and I didn''t see any strange additions to my skin or hair. But as I held up my fingers there was a subtle shift in the air. As I moved around it was like watching myself move in water and seeing the streams that followed my actions. I concentrated and the transparent blob surrounding my fingers stretched and elongated nearly a foot away from my hand. Trippy. The longer I stared the clearer the blob became. Soon enough, I watched it ripple like a disturbed pond and blossom into a kaleidoscope of different colors. It brought forth a touch of mana from within, each a different taste, a flavor. Golden yellow that warmed my skin, an electrifying pale-blue that misted my fingers; it kept changing, reminding me of my familiars. "What do you see?" Sereza asked. I blinked at the strange thin film surrounding her body. It felt weak, and pathetic. It had splotches of green and deep yellow with a swirling pink hidden at the center just above her sternum. I reached a hand out and brushed against the film before she slapped my hand away and pressed her back against the wall. "Don''t do that again," she demanded. "What did it feel like?" "Like you rubbed against my brain." I turned to Igas who displayed an aura of solid white tinged with blue. It locked together like plates of armor around him. Even as I stared it remained whole and unmoving. Interesting. Makes sense. Celenae''s was the same but it reminded me of her barriers overlapping across her body. And finally, I turned to Teddy. I had tried to ignore him but now that I caught sight of it, it was impossible to miss. His aura was the sun, a gentle warmth that hid a wellspring of power. I could barely see past it¨Cnot without concentrating. And it wasn''t a bubble or a haze like the others, but in the shape of a lantern. He cocked his head, and the image remained unmoving. It finally clicked, and I took another pass around the room. "I think... I think I can see your aura? This is weird." Click! Celenae brandished her pen like a sword ready for battle. "Describe it." After a solid half hour of explaining everything in excruciating detail, I was finally given permission to test the skill''s ability and tapped into Teddy''s mind. His thoughts were clear to me and we even communicated telepathically. As I pulled away he shivered. "That was an experience. Probably need some practice with that or you''ll be noticed the moment you attempt to connect." I frowned. "Galarion does it so easily. That''s annoying." Teddy patted my shoulder. "It''s not a bad thing having to practice. Consider it a privilege that you get to explore your powers. Some skills are beyond simple." I dropped the transformation and returned Galarion to the soulspace. "Last one. Ready, Celenae?" "Begin," she ordered. Zagreus splashed onto the floor and rose his three heads high. "Hi!" He did his rounds and got his scritches in before I leaned down. "This will be our first transformation. Excited?" "Yes! Together with Master!" he hissed. Spirit Lord''s Invocation. His mana flowed into me rather than shoot and it pierced deep into my chest. My heart thumped and a flood of power rushed into my limbs. As I observed the internal changes, my hands and arms grew patches of red scales and my fingers sharpened into powerful claws. They were meaty, far thicker than any transformation¨Ceven Magnus''. "Oh this is cool." I punched the air and my fist created a low whistle. "I could get used to this. Hey Arturous, fist bump." I extended my arm and Arturous knocked his far larger fist into mine. The impact transferred but it was far reduced and absorbed by the scales at the end. They shook the excess energy before returning to normal. "Celenae, barrier." A barrier formed before me and I jabbed. There was a smack and I punched again and again, till I ran out of steam. Celenae stood up and sketched the barrier on a new page, including the thin cracks lining the crystal. "Felt like Igas'' blows. What about your feet?" They had red claws and scales extending across the boots and shin guards but they weren''t the same as my fists. They didn''t look like bear paws. I did a series of kicks with a lot less damage. Celenae added the entry and summoned a blade. "Zagreus has the ability to regenerate. Shall we test the blood?" I nodded and she stabbed the blade through the back of my hand. It sunk deep before it reached my actual skin and nicked my knuckles. The injury sealed itself and the fists regenerated. As the scales hardened I flexed and threw another punch. "Not bad. Increased regeneration then. How extensive do we want to test this?" Celenae''s smile reached her ears. "Extensively." Chapter 31: Ascendence "And you''re sure that you can''t activate your aura skill?" Celenae asked for the hundredth time. I backed away and slid behind Arturous, using his fur as cover. "Cyrus,¡± she growled. "Listen here, devil woman. Enough with your testing. You''ll get to grill me after I do the thing. Be gone!" I peeked and the elf had her arms crossed. Luckily, Arturous came to my rescue and slowly nudged her back with his massive snout. "Fine. But just know that you''ll be glad I was thorough!" A shudder wracked my body at the reminder of just how many injuries I had suffered under her battery of ''tests.'' As Celenae backed off, I tossed a sack of honey candy into Arturous'' awaiting paw. He rocked on his haunches and nearly battered Igas who had to summon a pillar to escape being squished. "Watch out, you oaf!" "Guys," Teddy said. "Calm down. Cyrus, how do you want to do this? There''s an exit on this floor but the fastest way out of the dungeon is to go down one and grab an exit portal there." "We assume that the shadow mana obfuscates what I''m about to do," I countered. "It doesn''t hurt to think that. Knowing your peculiarities, there''s a good chance it doesn''t matter what we do. But, and this is important, Cal recommended we come into the dungeon, it has to help somewhat." "Fair enough. Alright. We''re doing this. Just prepare for a mad dash." Sereza held up her hand. "Hi, Sereza here. Still no idea what is happening but, will this disrupt the dungeon at all? And if it does, would the guildmaster want to ask questions?" "Ahh... Maybe? Let''s hope not." I plopped onto the beanbag and shut the others out. (T:0 R:9) Summon Familiar: Felblood Sanguinarch (Zagreus) It was so close, the mana begged for permission and I relented. As it pushed at the channels and forced the last expansion there was a chime inside my chest. STATUS Name: Cyrus Race: Reborn (Felkin) Age: ?? Tier: 1 (Pending) Active Skills: (Pending) (T:1 R:0) Summon Familiar: Verdant Healer: (¨¢ine) (T:1 R:0) Summon Familiar: Resplendent Inferno: (Zharia) (T:1 R:0) Racial Skill: Dimensional Storage: (Chomperz) (T:1 R:0) Spirit Lord''s Invocation (T:1 R:0) Summon Familiar: The Dead Will Provide (Erebus) (T:1 R:0) Summon Familiar: Reflective Coat of the Mirror Beast (Magnus) (T:1 R:0) Summon Familiar: Storm King''s Tempest (Sturmrorex) (T:1 R:0) Summon Familiar: Shroud of the Astral Archon (Galarion) (T:1 R:0) Roar of the Spirit Lord (T:1 R:0) Absolute Authority (T:1 R:0) Summon Familiar: Felblood Sanguinarch (Zagreus) Passive Skills: (Pending) (T:1 R:0) Etherious Blood (T:1 R:0) Sovereign-Threaded Soul (T:1 R:0) Chaotic Resonance (T:1 R:0) Spirit''s Lord''s Echo (T:1 R:0) Split-Mind Cultivation Perks: Legacy of the Obsidian Crown Scion of Calstrax Demonic Blood Child of Mana Dread Guardian''s Apology Crystal Synthesis Devourer of the Deep Whisper of the Tempest False Dungeon Core Unleashed Soul Astral Lotion Blood Pact (Stage One) Huh. Wonder why it says pend- The world contracted and an explosion of color assaulted my vision. My stomach burned and the feeling morphed into spikes that clawed at my insides until it reached my chest. Wha- The world contracted a second time, this time filling my mouth with each color and sound as the others started to gather around me. Teddy was the first to reach out but a wall of flames rose from the beanbag and pushed him back. He said something but it tasted like cherry pie and sparkling soda. A third contraction brought the pain into a crescendo of agony that infiltrated my gut and pushed into my soulspace. My familiars screamed in alarm and I shut the pain out to delve inside. As I appeared in the center of the island, my familiars rose in their full forms, and not floating balls of light. They each stood atop their pedestals and roared at the floating amalgamation of golden tentacles hovering above the island. "You dare consume a god! Devour! Destroy! Decay! I will not be undone by a whelpling! Drown beneath the waves!" The voice pushed me back, hitting me like a brick wall. Instead of desserts and sharp soda, a putrid, acrid stench wormed its way into my nose, covering my soul with its slime. It reminded me of when Chomperz devoured the divine fragment, but it was less. In fact... it was a pathetic copy burning the last of its will to enact vengeance and supremacy. I rose above the island and my familiars joined me, each spirit a soldier by my side. "Hey, you dead bitch. This is my soul." "Sink! Die! Suffer the rot as it consumes your lif-" From the runes along the island, golden threads emerged. They were razor thin but spouted a power far beyond what my tier suggested. They cut into the amalgam, bleeding it dry of the stolen mana it pilfered before wrapping it whole. I flexed my will and the threads dragged the fragment closer, stripping away the remnant willpower and exposing the core. Despite my expectations, I was ready for a crystal, or a sphere, but instead I was greeted with a single rune. One that existed in three dimensions and beyond. It pulsated, like a throbbing heart. It was revolting and tantalizing at the same time. Part of me sought to devour it, claim it as my own. The other wanted to rip it to shreds, annihilate from existence and erase the disgust that welled within me. If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Chomperz landed on my shoulder. I turned to look into his eyes and he chomped the air. "What do we do with it?" He reached for one of the threads and it shifted closer, just beyond his reach. There was... a knocking sensation at the edge of my consciousness. I welcomed it, and knowledge inserted itself. Oh. That could work. While I wasn''t about to throw away divinity, I wasn''t going to make part of the god''s truth of the world part of mine. The decay, the death and the corruption hidden beneath the waves, it agitated another part of my soul, one that wanted to devour it and burn it as fuel. Then I''ll just strip away the unwanted parts and mince them down into scraps of power. My fingers danced and the threads constricted tighter, carving the rune apart. At its core, it remained: the Tide of Decay. But the influence it possessed was cut away and left bare, pieces that sank into the island below and served to further empower the threads that bound the rune. "Only one last thing to do." I waited for Chomperz to turn and motioned to the rune. "Take it. We''re connected and what empowers you empowers me, right? If we hide it inside you, it''ll be easier to escape unwanted attention." Chomperz cocked his head and glided closer till his nose touched mine. Chomp. It tickled and I brushed him off but not before he grabbed the golden threads. Unlike the tentacles, he remained unharmed and untouched. They wound around his claws and brought the rune closer. Slowly, he reached forward and devoured it whole. Chomp! The threads retracted and I sank onto the floor, a great pressure squeezing down. Before Chomperz crashed into the lake, I dived and dragged him onto land. His body shuddered with veins of gold pulsating across his scales. More knowledge flowed into my mind and I acted on its command. My palm pushed into his stomach and I forced a cut with my nails drawing the divine power away from his tiny body and into mine. It stung like lightning bolts assaulting my limb, but I gritted my teeth and drew enough away that Chomperz stopped convulsing. As I pushed down his paw pushed my hand away with surprising strength and he sat up. The golden lines were gone but the ring inside his eyes blazed with crimson light. He rushed into the air and moved to the center of the island as he swiped his claw down, the island rumbled and the lake grew waves that rocked the realm. Slowly, the obsidian bulged and grew, becoming a pillar nearly twice my height. I whistled as it morphed into a rough throne. Chomperz landed on the back, the central support splitting into two wings that extended just beyond the island itself. "Buddy. If that''s your pedestal then I have to object. It''s a little unfair to the others. Chomp! I chuckled. "I''m kidding. I know who it''s for. Are you sure it''s really necessary?" "Master! It is only right for you to have one!" Sturmrorex roared. "He''s right!" Zharia chirped. I took in my familiars each on their own respective pedestals. ¨¢ine nodded, as did Magnus. Erebus waved, and I wasn''t entirely sure he understood the situation. Galarion was changing forms faster than I could blink and Zagreus wagged his tail without saying a word. "Fine. Fine. Can''t deny inner-edgy me finds this fucking awesome." My fingers brushed the rough glass and the divine power inside my hand spilled out, stamping the throne with a golden rune. I didn''t recognize it, and it looked half-formed at best. But it felt weirdly mine. As I reached for it, the throne rippled, the glass becoming shards that smoothed over into something more refined and clear. Well... no use delaying. I sucked in air I didn''t need and plopped onto the seat. At once, the throne morphed under me and the two wings in the back spread wide and encircled the island. I watched the pink glow of the mana pool disappear behind the black glass and braced as the world breathed. *** I blinked and stared at the void. It was wrong and I sought to correct it. One by one my familiars appeared, each a beacon of mana that blazed with the fury of a sun around their bodies. Next was a plethora of skillwisps. They floated into view and rotated around me. Only one last skill was missing. And as I recognized that thought, Chomperz appeared on my right. He pushed his paw into mine and a single thread of woven mana spooled into my palm. Chomperz shuddered and his form broke apart into a swirling rainbow of colors. His shape reformed, but longer, his horns taller and his head far less childlike. His wings were now the length of my arms, and covered in crystal scales that shifted between purple and black. His eyes were the last to settle, and when they did, the crimson circles were gone and in their place was a band of chaotic colors that spun lazily in his eyes. Chomp! "How does it feel?" He raised his thumb. As he looked up he rocketed into the air as a beam of light. "Okay... Next?" My familiars formed a line and took their place. As their mana joined mine they shed their old forms and took on new ones. I almost shed a tear at them losing their cute chibi bodies, but I remained strong and waved goodbye to Zagreus, the now way-too-large puppy hydra. My skills continued to rotate around me. Barely more than strings of light, I watched them for a time till I extended my hand and commanded them to halt. Golden threads erupted out like a spiderweb and connected to each one. Slowly they rocketed out of the void, leaving me alone. Cal''s such a dirty liar. This is the exact opposite of easy. I sighed and held out my wrist. The Legacy mark appeared, and it thumped in time to my heartbeat. "I Cyrus, declare to the Grand Weave my acceptance. I am ready to ascend and claim my right." The mark detached from my skin and hovered before me. It stretched and stretched until I stared at a giant, a different will--immutable and unending. It extended its own thread, chains of red string that swallowed the void. From a dangling strand, crimson text appeared along with the chime of bells in the distance. [Begin Ascension?] I closed my eyes. "Yes." Chapter 32: Evolution I was the storm, the fire, and the raging tide. Within me was calamity and chaos. But I wasn''t ready, it could not be channeled within my soul. If I continued on my path I would fall short. From the wellspring of potentia, it would reduce me to ash. Ding! The bell erased the flurry, the smoke and the darkness. The upside-down triquetra loomed above, an eye of a being so far beyond any that I''ve met. It judged, and found me lacking. Its strings bound my wrist and stabbed into my chest. The tendrils spread into my veins and further, deeper. They infiltrated my mana channels and filled them with power as the threads touched my core. It judged again, bolstering me with the eddies of energy churning outside the eye of the storm. There was potential. An unbound ball of yarn begging to be woven into the tapestry¨Cto tell its story beyond a smattering of pretty colors. Power was given, but there had to be a price. The thread inside my chest swelled. Gifting me energy and took something in exchange. The seed of potentia reaped its fill and expanded. Ding! But not too much. The threads retracted, leaving the gaping wound to seal over. The glyph on my chest released its control and overwhelmed my skin. It weaved the new power into its mark, pumping where my heart failed. The seed sprouted its first roots and the seal borrowed the power of another. Golden threads intertwined, securing it in place. Ding! And then it disappeared into the confines of my soul. The eye vibrated with pressure, the storm demanding to move, to shift and expand in a new direction. It had taken its time and there was a lot left untouched, unrefined, and wanting. But it had to move on. The eye flared and the mark shrunk, returning to its former size. It slid down my skin and anchored itself onto my wrist, binding with my soul once more. In the absence of its will, the void rushed in, tearing away what scraps of power it could in its efforts to consume. But it was my power, and I wasn''t about to let it go. With a flex, the energy slipped into my hand, consecrating into a ball that I shoved through my mana channels. I couldn''t contain it for long. There was more than a tier one should ever have, but what I ripped away was mine alone. It joined the center of my chest and the island in my soulrealm drank deep before the void sucked the last of the energy into its hungry maw. That was fine. I had achieved what I needed. And now... my body was ready for the final change. The energy had to go somewhere and it drew from my soul and its experience. My soul contained the raging inferno, a beautiful thing that brought the fury of the sun. Beside it was the calming breeze amidst a forest, a boon of soft flowers and rejuvenating fruit. It hid the shadows that dwelled underneath the foliage, the cold decay that brought renewal through death. And hidden underground, yet all around, was the stillness of crystal that rejected the chaos that sought to move it. From its shine it sought simply to sit and enjoy, unlike the storm that raged in the sky above. It was harsh, majestic, and illuminating. The cold rain joined the hail as the lightning danced between the drops. With each crackle of thunder, the wind would not be forgotten as it added its howls into the symphony. Further still, in the stars beyond, thoughts flowed free, jubilant and whimsical before the nightmares pransed and tore the fabric of space. And that left one more, the jealous serpent that swam around from one point to another. It''s form split to give attention to many, and demand the interest in return. Both a ball of life and energy that tapped into something deep and ancient while swallowing toxins and corruption. The serpent dipped its scales into everything in a desperate bid to be noticed. My familiars were the main proponents that fueled what my soul defined as me but there was more. The subtle roar of a commander empowering its allies, the ball of endless forms that sat unrefined until it connected to another, and even the rumbling runes that dotted the landscape; it took from all and shaped the change. Blood burned with mana, bones shattered and regrew as crystal, and multiple streams of thought directed the power. A strange sensation erupted from my back, the crystal in my physical body¨Cthe one that sat inside my stomach¨Cit broke apart to fuel the new growth. It didn''t stop there and pushed into my skull where the extensions protruding from my head itched and burned like a thousand fire ants. I floated through the nothingness until the sensation stopped and the changes slowed. As it reached the crescendo of evolution, the chime bells played and I slammed back into my conscious body. DING! *** "Uuuugh. Cal, you lying sack of shit..." I whispered. My head throbbed but it eventually settled. For a time, I kept my eyes closed and embraced the calm that slowly crept in. I could already feel the difference but it felt natural if uncomfortable. Hooray... I get to skip second puberty. Let''s get this over with. I''ll bake them a nice cake as an apology, surely that''ll shut Isaac up. As I opened my eyes I shut them again and counted to three. Yeah no, what the fuck? The others¨Cdespite what I expected--were not lounging around or desperately battering the barrier in an attempt to rescue me. Instead, they were frozen. "Uhhh. What the fuck is happening?" They weren''t in slow motion but frozen. Igas was mid-swing, as was Teddy and Isaac. Celenae had her staff pointed at the ready and Eodyne had a bolt drawn next to her ear. You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. Even Sereza and Arturous were behind me and posed to attack. I tried to stand up but something tripped my leg and I fell forward, cracking my head against the barrier. At once, the unending will returned and I stared into the abyss before the crimson eye retreated. Fuck! I tasted copper and started heaving before there was a sharp crack and I looked up. Igas'' sword had touched the barrier, the ice around it crunching with the impact. Wha- I dived as the other''s unleashed their assault. "Stop! Everybody stop!" Teddy commanded. Isaac''s tendril smacked my leg and I lunged for his ankle and sank my teeth through his pants. "Aaagh! Monster! Attack!" he shouted. I released him and glared at the rogue as Celenae waved away a barrier. "Cyrus? Is that you?" "Who else would it be?" "Well, you certainly look different. How?" "I tiered-up? Why?" Teddy helped me up and I flopped onto the beanbag as everyone settled. They stared, more than few with suspicion in their eyes. Except for Celenae, she was burning ink as she churned through pages. As I cocked my head, Sereza''s jaw dropped. "Okay, what''s up?" Teddy cleared his throat. "Cyrus. One moment you were convulsing, the next... You''re well..." I frowned but Igas summoned a thin sheet of ice and Teddy provided light. "Oh. Ooooh" I started from the top. My horns were no longer bone but instead crystalline. It retained its silver color but there was a transparency to them that wasn''t there before the evolution. Next were my eyes, the pink glow having gained a chromatic line around the orbs. I smiled and found my teeth still teeth-coloured, but like my horns there was a subtle difference. As my thumb pushed onto my canine, I clacked them together. They were sharper, and probably longer. It was impressive enough to give the meanest dracula competition. "Well that''s not too big of a change. You can close your mouth." Sereza raised her hand and pointed behind me. "What?" I asked. "Cyrus. Congrats? But what in the hells?" Slowly, I turned and froze as something sweeped the ground. I didn''t see it at first because it was nearly invisible. Four feet of crystalline tail whipped the air trailing a spectral flame that burned at the tip. Stop. The tail slapped against the wall, eliciting a dull sting on a part of my body I wasn''t use to feeling. Stop! It didn''t listen and I reached to grab it. It used the pointed tip at the end and smacked my hand away. I stared in disbelief. Sereza giggled before erupting into a laughing fit as she rolled across the floor. "Not funny." "It''s... Holy fuck. Oh that''s really funny. You''re like a newborn kit!" I reached for her tail and she jumped away. "What''s the issue?" "It won''t listen." She snorted but reined it in. "Cyrus, it''s not a familiar. It''s a muscle. Force it to stop, don''t ask it." It took a minute but my tail stopped long enough for me to reach out and examine the new appendage. It was thin, reminding me of a stereotypical devil''s tail, including the arrow-headed tip at the end. But even as I held it up to the mirror I could barely make out its form. The flames that sprouted from the tip were lion-like in shape, a chromatic fire similar to my eyes. From red to crimson then sharp yellow and deep purple, it was mesmerizing. Sereza placed her hand above the fire and frowned. "There''s no heat." "Describe it better!" Celenae shouted, not bothering to look up from her furious scribbling. "Just that. It''s on fire, but there''s no heat, nor cold." She stopped and met my eyes. "Can I touch it?" I nodded. She ran her hand along the length and stopped near the tip. She tapped her thumb and blood spilled as she pulled back. "Fuck that¡¯s sharp." I channeled my magic and it connected instantly. ¨¢ine appeared and she healed the cut. "Oh, well don''t you look amazing. I''m loving the new dress," ¨¢ine twirled, the petals of her dress lighting at the tips as she curtsied. "Taller. Gained two inches. New clothes. Wing''s are bigger, and more colorful. Hair still green, eyes still black," Celenae muttered. She paused and nodded to herself. "Will test for new abilities. Expected new healing method." She landed on my shoulder and gave me a hug. "New form is good. Thank you." "Don''t thank me, I promised this." "Promise kept." She waved goodbye and dived into my chest, earning an outcry from Celenae. "Bring her back!" "Later. I think it''s time we get out of here." "But-" Teddy shook his head. "Cyrus is right. We should leave now before trouble shows up." "I resent the implication," I protested. "And yet you''re not denying it," Isaac said. I ignored the insult and placed my hand along the wall. It was only a small test, so I didn''t need to summon Galarion. As my mana connected and pushed through the pathway underneath the stone, I was met with a scream that rattled my eardrums. "Get out! Get out! Get out!" "Hey! Calm down!" "Keeper! You must leave! The monsters are not under our control! They''re coming for you!" The connection snapped and a pounding headache thumped across my skull. "Cyrus? What''s wrong?" Teddy asked. I coughed. "Time to leave. Dungeon''s going crazy." "I fucking called it. You owe me five gold!" Isaac shouted. Chapter 33: Dungeon Escape! We rushed through the passages and headed for the exit a few minutes out. "Cyrus, what did you do?!" Sereza shouted. "Nothing! Maybe I met god but this isn''t my fault," I snapped. "God? But there are multiple gods. Did you mean Cal?" "Uh well no..." "By the gods he met something beyond divinity. We''re fucking dead," Isaac growled. "Shut up," Teddy ordered. "Cyrus left or right?" "Right." We hopped over a cleverly concealed pitfall and dived under mesh of razor-thin thread. As we turned left, Celenae conjured a barrier and we crashed into the crystal while she peeled herself off Igas'' back. "Hey!" Isaac complained. Another blade-like limb crashed into the barrier before Eodyne extended her hand and created a wall of air that crushed the golem into a crumpled ball. Beyond the corpse, the skittering golems scrambled down the narrow passage in an attempt to dismember us. "Years of delving this dungeon, Cyrus. The spiders don''t attack like this!" Isaac grumbled. Celenae lowered the barrier and Igas charged in. His sword bisected two golems in one swing then he stomped. Ice pillars smashed the rest into the ceiling before they crumbled with metal bits raining down and pinging off his armor. We rushed through the tunnel and encountered another four groups, each bigger than the previous. By the fifth group Isaac roared and slipped into the shadows. "Isaac! Get back here," Celenae shouted. Teddy held out his arm and shook his head. "Let him clear the way. We should be near the exit." "Why is he even mad? Like, I get being annoyed at Cyrus but he seems weirdly angry," Sereza said. "Because this is his favorite floor. He practically lived in here for months when he was training." "And that''s angering, how?" "He doesn''t do well with change," Teddy said, deadpanned. "Oh." As we ran through the final section of the maze, it was littered with corpses, and more than a few stains on the floor. "The stains. The slimes are invading the floor. Are all the dungeon monsters on the move?" Celenae asked. "Possibly," I admitted. "Or at least that was what they screamed at me." Celenae narrowed her eyes but Teddy pushed us into the final bend where Isaac was waiting. He tapped his foot and motioned with the dagger. "Can we go now?" he said. The exit portal looked nothing like I imagined. The mechanical gate was bright gold and lined with carved motifs filled with intricately carved depictions of each floor inside the Labyrinth. A little gaudy for a shadow maze. "I''m still getting that explanation after we''re out, right?" Sereza asked. I sighed and got in line. The portal itself was a curtain of dull blue that emitted faint light inside the shadowy corridor. As Teddy stepped closer the edges of the portal crackled and a cold chill shot down my spine. Danger! I grabbed his collar and yanked him back. Before the blue flashed pink Celenae conjured a barrier and the hallway became a collage of iridescent light amidst the explosion that rocked the dungeon. As the dust cleared, I stared at Celenae''s shaking hands before she collapsed into Eodyne''s grip. "Four... Four barriers, and the fifth barely held. That... oww." Teddy pulled out a mana potion and undid the lid so she could drink. His aura activated and her cheeks returned some of its color as she chugged. Eodyne stood her up and as one they turned to stare. I shrugged. "Don''t look at me. I sensed it before it happened; no idea why it happened." "In interest of not being turned into mush, can you do that dungeon communication trick?" Teddy said. This time I summoned Galarion and watched the blob of glowing lights congeal into Galarion''s new form. He was bigger, more like a tiny pumpkin than an apple. And his head shape had a more refined point than it did before. None of his physical changes stuck, because just as soon as he appeared, so did a set of gnawing teeth along his tentacles and confetti streamers attached as extra limbs. I recognized the monstrosity from one of the memories we helped cleanse and I slapped him flat. Before the others could comment, I slid the spirit pancake into my head and resisted the urge to cough as his tentacles wrapped around my mind. Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. Celenae cocked her head. "Was that Galarion?" I pushed my hand to the wall and braced myself. "Cyrus?" "Busy," I responded. Celenae grumbled something under her breath but I closed my eyes and pushed mana through the dungeon''s channels. As soon as it connected, so did a stream of information that was hungrily devoured. Sluuuuurp! "Galarion... Did you just slurp the memories?" "Memory noodles! Need''s more macaronni!" Another time, Cyrus. Another time. As I pushed deeper I sensed the screaming like physical wails before it translated into sound in my thoughts. "We''re dead! We''re dead! We''re dead! No control! No control! No control!" Gimbal screamed. "Gimbal! Calm down, return to the throne! We can''t let the energy spread," Neolenn said. "No control! Oh we''re screwed! Massive failure! Failure! Aaaaaaaagghhh!" The screaming snapped the connection and I rocked back, landing in Teddy''s arms. "Oww." "You''re bleeding again," he said, wiping my nose before I could stand. "Yeah we need to get out. Pronto. Need to find Cal after." "Pronto?" I groaned and started pushing the man down the hallway. The portal''s collapse had created a minefield of debris and jagged metal but Teddy served as a battering ram and pushed it away with his shield. Isaac stuck with the group this time and we cleared any monsters that attempted to bullrush us the moment they spotted our group. "If the exit portals are exploding, that''ll leave a lot of trapped adventurers," Teddy said. "We''ll help with rescues after we dump Cyrus outside the guild," Celenae added. "Excuse me?" I asked. "No excusing. You''re to get as far away from the dungeon as you can." Eodyne unleashed a hail of arrows into a charging crowd of spiders and lowered her bow. "He should flee the city. Sereza, think you could get a carriage and head to Emberion?" "Sure," Sereza replied. "Hold on-" Sereza tapped me with her tail and shook her head. "You''ll like the place. Has a big spa culture thanks to the hot springs." "Guy''s. I''m not leaving the city. I''ll stay inside the manor, but I made a commitment to help in the healer''s guild." "You''re being stubborn," Isaac scowled. "Don''t cause any more problems." The gremlin dug furrows into its cage but I reined it in and snapped my attention forward. Conversation died as we continued to run, occasionally stopping as Isaac scouted ahead. Eventually we rounded a bend and found a suspicious line in the wall. Broken Tower got into formation and Teddy rammed into the wall, revealing a hidden room. Monsters dropped from above. Six spider golems, with a seventh that was smaller and made of clear material that blended into the shadows. I readied my spear but Teddy flooded the room with light as Celenae conjured barriers. Within seconds they dismantled the golems, and a wall slid open revealing a small closet with a metal chest inside. Isaac smashed the lock open and sliced apart the dart that launched at his neck. Before I could blink he tossed the bag of treasure into his dimensional storage and started examining the wall. "What are we looking for?" Sereza asked. "Loot rooms tend to have hidden exits. Just gotta find the correct indent," Isaac explained. I pushed past the others and slammed my hand where I sensed the hidden enchantments. The stone drank my mana and the walls dropped away, revealing a hole in the floor barely wide enough for Arturous to fit. "Cheater," he muttered. "Not the time to complain," I countered. One by one we hopped inside and the sliding feeling of diving through folded space grasped my skin. Strangely enough, it felt good, almost welcoming. Reality returned and I rolled to my feet, finding the ground crystalline. The others were up and they looked as perplexed as I was. "We skipped a floor?" I asked. "Looks like it. Everyone here?" Arturous roared and I patted his snout. "Exit the portal before it explodes and then rush out. Right?" "Yes. Let''s go." Unlike the Wailing Caverns, the sixth floor was well lit and lined with fancy decorations and bright crystal scones. The gilded walls were plain but they extended throughout the entire dungeon as we passed through several archways. "Know where we are?" I shouted. Teddy shook his head. "Not a clue. If we''re lucky, we''ll find one of the statues. Those parts of the dungeon remain unchanged." "There''s a distinct lack of golems. That can''t be good." "We''ll deal with it when it-" Teddy stopped and held up his shield. As he flooded the area with his auras the others got into battle position and I was able to see beyond the man''s broad shoulders. It was an expanded room the size of a noble''s ballroom. And packing it tight, with barely inches apart, were the dozens of golems. The crystal behemoths were everywhere, from the ceiling, half-formed atop the dangling chandeliers, and even the walls where they gripped with sharpened spikes. They turned and released a sonic screech before the first in line charged with flaming fists. Oh fuck. Sereza started to back away but Teddy slapped his shield and extended his mace. He cracked his neck and the metal along his weapon glowed gold as the giant spectral copy appeared above the golem''s head. "Broken Tower. Annihilate the enemy." Crunch! The shards of crystal showered the walls, but Celenae blocked the hail from passing through the tunnel''s entrance. Ohhh. Oh shit. *** "You know. I sometimes forget that they¡¯re Broken Tower," Sereza said. I turned to the felkin and pointed at Isaac who was happily stabbing a golem''s core like it owed him money. "How?" "You know what I mean. This should have killed us." "I don''t think so. They''ve always been pretty strong." A bit of understatement. Teddy taunted the crowd, and Celenae sectioned them off. Igas severed appendages, leaving the golems to crawl or be frozen to the ground. Eodyne launched bolt after bolt. Each attack finding the monster''s core and creating cracks that Isaac exploited. And Arturous? He was a living tank that battered around the golems as if they were toys. What was over dozens of dangerous tier-two golems, were reduced to half their number within moments. Sereza wasn''t even allowed to step inside the room until Celenae gave the go ahead. We approached and stopped to stare at Teddy who slammed his shield through one of the golem''s neck. Celenae snapped her fingers and a barrier appeared to intercept the lazer that tried to reduce him to ash. The golem got two seconds of firetime before Igas shoved his sword through its chest, and popped off its head with a pillar that carried it into the last golem standing. Eodyne hit its center, and the core exploded. In the aftermath, Isaac stepped out of the shadow and slammed the pommel of his blades into its face. Crystal cracked, and the golem powered down. He dusted himself off. "That was cathartic." "Let''s just hope there''s no more surprises." Teddy said. "Aaand that''s how you curse us." We stepped past the broken bodies and into an empty room. I sensed mana on the other side and signed a warning. We got back into formation with Teddy leading the way. The mana intensified into swirling lines just behind the wall. Teddy tapped the stone with his mace and it produced a hollow ping. "Secret room?" he asked. I placed my palm and traced the mana channels into the hidden enchantment just under our feet. "I can try opening it." "Do it then. But Igas, grab him," Teddy ordered. "Understood," Igas responded. I counted to three and sent mana through, the stone drank deep, bottoming me out before it finally opened. As it did, energy crackled and latched onto my chest even as Igas struggled to pull me away. "Cyrus!" I slipped free but Teddy grasped my wrist. His eyes widened as the force continued to suck me into the pink portal, dragging him along. "Let go," I yelled. "No." I groaned as I dragged Teddy and the others who formed a chain behind him. Reality existed long enough to see them stretch before they were whisked away, deeper into the dungeon. Chapter 34: Dungeon Overload "Ge-get off me!" I rolled my neck and cracked open my eyelids to see Isaac slapping a wall of furry flesh. His lower half was trapped underneath, and he even had a few tendrils out trying in vain to pull him free. My body wasn''t hurt, but it felt wrong in every flavor. I could taste colors again, and while some burned, others were too cold, and a few actively felt like acid eating my skin. The explosion of wrongness lasted long enough for me to cough before it faded away and something hard was thrown at my head. "Cyrus... Heals, now. I''m going to throw up..." There was a pause and the sound of retching before another something hit my cheek. "Too late." Well at least Sereza is alive. Thankfully, my mana channels were relatively fine. Mana stretched and flowed and green light formed above my chest. ¨¢ine appeared, and she landed next to my chin. "Stop getting hurt." I chuckled. "An impossible ask. Sorry, ¨¢ine." "I know." She booped my nose and a thread of green light swirled in the air. "Try." "Yes, mam." For a moment I thought I recognized a rune but it blurred too fast and the light took on the shape of a leaf. A single thread stayed attached but the leaf itself floated around her wrist in a slow orbit. That''s new. The thread stretched as she flew out of sight. Sereza mumbled something but it sounded wet and I tuned her out. Slowly, ¨¢ine landed on my chest and held out her arm. "Watch." Mana thrummed from inside my familiar and flowed into the two leaves. The threads took in the mana and a wave of healing settled across my chest. ¨¢ine stopped, and waited. Knowing what she wanted, I closed my eyes and played through the memories. Her skill activated, reaching for a connection that blazed in her sight. Mana flowed, she adjusted the output, and let her skill take over, delivering a burst of non-targeted healing. "So you trade off control for a mass-general heal?" I asked. "Yes." "Think you''ll be able to adjust that in the future?" There was a long pause, and concern slipped through the soul-link but I reached out a hand and lightly booped ¨¢ine''s nose. "Maybe. Stubborn skill,¡± she relented. "Whether or not you can, it''s amazing. Thank you." The healing process was slower than the normal method as the skill blasted me with energy rather than targeting the injuries directly and efficiently repairing them. Still, it took less than a minute for the healing to cure the chaos in my muscles and I could finally breathe. Isaac was finally able to pry himself free as Teddy coaxed Arturous up. Celenae appeared above me, her eyes transfixed on ¨¢ine. It looked painful for her to look away, but she did and helped me up. "Cyrus. You have some explaining to do," she said. "What do you mean?" She pointed across the way. Oh. There was a spinning cube of gold and crystal encased by Celenae''s barriers. Even with the two hiding their presence behind the monstrosity of a defense floating around them, I recognized their mana signature. Celenae leaned closer. "What is that?" "What makes you think I know?" I protested. "Am I wrong?" "Potentially." "Cyrus..." "Can you just ignore it? Actually hold on a second." I scanned the room and found Igas staring fish-eyed at the wall as Isaac ranted endlessly about his puny legs. "Hey, Igas!" The oni turned and began to draw his sword but I shook my head. "What do you need?" he said. "Come here. I need a favor." "Hey! I wasn''t done!" Isaac yelled. This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. Igas pushed past him and stopped near me. He glared suspiciously at the barriers but he stood straight and held his sword ready. "What is it?" I stepped away and splayed my arms. "Can you summon enough ice pillars to block off the room?" "In front of you or behind?" "In front." "Cyrus, no," Teddy argued. "Listen, it''s just temporary. If you hear screaming, you''re free to bust it down." Isaac stalked forward, grabbing my shirt as he wrapped my arms in his tendrils. "You''re not doing this again. I''ll drag us somewhere else if you try." I wanted to make a scathing remark, or brush him off, but I stopped and took in his face. His mask was off, and his eyes contained not just anger, but worry. He tensed as I reached forward and gripped his shoulder. I smiled and gave him a few pats while he loosened his grip on my arms. "I trust in everyone of you. With my life and then some. But I don''t want to betray Cal''s trust." "Then he can get mad at us. We''re forcing you to do this. Simple as that." I sighed and looked at ¨¢ine who shrugged. "Grandpa understands," she said. "He better. Though, I think Eraztis might have a fit." I pulled away from Isaac and rubbed Arturous head as I put on a smile. "If everyone is in agreement, just know you''ll be sworn to secrecy, and all that. Not entirely sure, but from how it sounds, it''s very serious." "We swear, Cyrus," Teddy offered. I turned to Sereza who crossed her arms. "And you?" She snorted. "I''m still waiting on an explanation. But you already know the answer." "Alright. Don''t say you haven''t been warned." After securing a halfhearted-attempt at best to keep secrets, I approached Celenae''s barrier, and motioned for her to let me through. She looked uneasy, but she complied and I stepped within the whirling mechanism. I threaded my mana slowly, letting it fill the area as the metal tore through it. Each attempt brought an increased sense of panic, and the crystal core in the center flashed red before the metal pieces sped up. "Listen, I know you''re in there. And I know you sense me." My words drew a few pointed stares to the back of my head, but I pushed on with another attempt. After the eight unsuccessful try, I took a step back and closed my eyes. "Galarion. Wake up!" "Whaa?" he groaned. It took a couple of mental pokes but my familiar sprang to life. "I''m up! More memories to eat?" "No. But help me with this. We''re going to brute force our way in." "Ready!" This time, the mana thread I connected to, I throttled a good chunk of my mana pool to reinforce the stability. The air in front of me glowed a subtle pink, that intensified as Galarion added his mana into the mix. Celenae¡¯s pen scribbled on paper behind me, but I shut it out and focused on the thread. Slowly I pushed it forward, and the metal threatened to tear it apart. But it was too reinforced, and I pushed another half of my mana through. It slithered deep, carving a path away from the crystals that actively repelled the thread. As it got within reach of the central core, an explosion of information threatened to undo my thoughts. Galarion burbled in delight as he happily devoured the needless knowledge. "St-stop! No more!" Gimbal screamed. The thread closed the distance, and the spinning stopped. Pain laced through my skull, and ¨¢ine started to soothe the agony away while Galarion relieved me of the mental burden. "Keeper. Please, he means no harm. The explosion of the dungeon gate was out of our control." Neolenn whispered. With the golem frozen, I opened my eyes and approached the hidden altar. "It''s okay. I''m not here to hurt you. I promise. I just want to know if there''s anything we can do to help. You said last time the monsters were after me, is that still true?" Gimbal whimpered something incoherent but Neolenn took control of the connection. "We haven''t checked. When we sensed the portal connecting to the core room, we activated our safety golem and disconnected from the dungeon." "Why did the portal bring us here? Was it meant to do that?" "No." Neolenn soothed Gimbal as his panic bled through the link. She spoke after he settled down. "No portal should have led here." Just my luck. I groaned and waved off the other''s as they started to move closer. "I''m fine. Just annoyed." "Do you need anything?" Teddy asked. I shook my head. "Can you check now?" "No!" Gimbal screamed. "I''m sorry, Keeper. Give us a moment." It took a few minutes but Neolenn managed to convince Gimbal to calm down and check on the dungeon. "We will begin." While I wasn''t truly connected to the core, Galarion siphoned snippets that revealed the massive amount of enchantments activating around the room. The focal point was the altar they were on; it served as a tree with its roots anchoring the floors together. I took the pause to take in the core room and watch the gears and metal contraptions along the walls rotate at insane speeds. Broken Tower and Sereza were tense, their bodies pressed close and their weapons out. I didn''t blame them, they were in an unknown place, but I doubted we were in any real danger. Not here; not in the core room. Gimbal whimpered again. "Is something wrong?" "My dungeon... it''s..." The pieces of metal floating around us vibrated before they collapsed. "What''s happening?" "Centuries of work. Gone... Gone!" "Gimbal, calm down. We can rebuild. It''s okay I-" Neolenn tried. "No! He did this! We were good! But he had to come in here and ruin this. A mortal! A fleshling!" "It doesn''t matter. We''ll make it better. We have the ether." Gimbal screamed, gears on the wall exploding off their parts and sending scattering of metal across the room. Celenae''s barriers prevented injuries, but a few smaller pieces slipped through and cut into my limbs. "No! I don''t want something different." "It''s oka-" The metal encasing the altar split into strips that unfurled to reveal Gimbal and Neolenn squished inside. Neolenn rubbed Gimbal''s body, but mana inside the altar swelled as golden spears formed above me. "You! It was all your fault!" I took a step back. Another spear formed and the others rushed in, taking position around me. "Destroy or contain?" Teddy asked, as he raised his shield and activated his skills. As Teddy said ''destroy'' a pulse of condensed energy disturbed the bits and bobs scattered around the floor. A brush of cold air rushed down my spine and the alarm bells went off in my head. "Destroy before we get destroyed. Neolenn, no more. We destroy him!" Gimbal roared. The chill sharpened and it reached down my back toward the center. The feeling pushed inside my chest, as a bundle of the golden spears covered the ceiling. As the first spear crashed against Teddy''s shield, the pressure reached a crescendo. Lightning filled the room while thunder boomed through my eardrums. The others dropped to the floor as pressure pushed them down while the golden spears melted into slag as a fanged maw swallowed Gimbal and Neolenn in a tide of water and scales. What the hell? "Cyrus," a familiar voice whispered into my ear. I looked up and blinked at the storm goddess standing above a portal in the ceiling. "My apologies, this will hurt," Ysanna said. "What in the hells is-" A hand made of water rushed through the portal and swiped us off the ground. The sharp, cold tendril in my chest began to burn as the elemental limb retreated into the portal. Ah shit, not again. Chapter 35: Divine Reactions Why did everything have to hurt as much as it did? If the last portal made my body feel wrong in every way imaginable, the journey from the dungeon to the goddess'' realm was like raking raw wounds against a road made of salt and limes. It hurt, and it cut deep. But a gentle pressure squeezed around me, shunting the pain to the back of my mind while my familiars got to work. They soothed the pain away, mentally and physically. But they couldn''t ease the hurt inside my very being. If I wasn''t allowed to scream in the physical, I did so inside my soulrealm. Atop the throne, I gripped the cold crystal and tried to anchor my thoughts onto the sensation. Anything to distract me from the agony. My familiars crowded around me, pushing themselves against my chest and neck. Zharia started first. She brought heat, both skin-melting and gentle. Another sensation, another thing to focus on to help. Sturmrorex buffeted my face with the biting cold of the storm, and the flash of heat from the lightning roiling inside the clouds. Erebus siphoned it away into the void that was death and shadows. Digging his limbs across my arms while Magnus pressed onto my legs. Even Zagreus tried to help, bringing along the sweet decay and the acrid tang of copper. Only my last familiar sat atop the throne itself, watching, and waiting. He pressed his head to mine, gripping my cheeks as he forced me to look up. Time was a blur but I kept my gaze locked onto the runes that slowly spun inside Chomperz''s eyes. Eventually the pain slowed, and the pressure squeezing my body lifted as something warm wrapped around my flesh. "Cyrus," Cal whispered. I blinked through the crust and peeled my eyes open to see Cal staring down. "You look different," I coughed. Cal''s eyes burned like the sun. His horns were aflame with bright gold with scarlet wisps crackling like miniature fireworks. And on his cheeks were cat whiskers, while his fangs poked through the grimace he displayed. The flames weren''t just around his horns. Like a haze of light, the scarlet flames covered his arms and spread over me like a blanket. I caught the furious flick of Cal''s tail, the fur pointed and far longer than usual. "Is that really all you have to say?" he chuckled. I leaned back and stared at Zolnja and Ysanna standing far away, their faces tense. "Where''s my friends?" Ysanna raised her arm and a giant bubble extended from the waves below. Broken Tower and Sereza were inside, floating freely with wild eyes. They look like scared children while swimming around like space cadets. I wish I had a camera. Oh wait! "Cal," I whispered. He leaned closer. "Yes?" "Camera." "What?" "Camera." "I''m not giving you a modern camera but you can have this memory stone." Cal''s tail reached over his shoulder and tapped my hand. I opened my fist to reveal a small black crystal with a silver lattice caging it in. "How do I use it?" "Hold it to your eye, and channel mana through it and the crystal. It''ll take a recording of what you see and store it inside the core." I did as he said and laughed as the flash brought the fish-eye stares from inside the bubble. "Now activate the second enchantment," Cal instructed. As I did, a flat screen made of gray light shot out of the crystal. As the mana reached the core the gray exploded in color to reveal a true-to-life image that I just took. "Perfect," I grinned. "Thanks." Cal sighed and slowly lowered me onto his couch. ¨¢ine and Galarion hopped off his tail and slammed into my chest. "Why were you on his tail?" I asked. One of Galarion''s limbs exploded into confetti before it reformed. "Fun!" ¨¢ine nodded and settled in after dragging one of the pillows under my neck. I turned to see Cal stalk toward the divine pair, his tail leaving streaks of fire in its wake. With each step, the waves underneath bubbled and hissed. Steam rose into the air before the flames latched on and devoured them before they emerged above Cal''s head. Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! His growl reverberated throughout the realm, vibrating my bones. "I sent you to save him. Not rip apart his soul." Zolnja reared up, wrapping around Ysanna. She bared her fangs as the waves around the platform turned titanic. "We did save him! You should be grateful." Cal''s next step split the churning ocean to reveal a swirling abyss underneath. The flames along his horns elongated to match Zolnja''s height, shifting into an even deeper red. "Funny words. Try again." As he spoke, the sky darkened, going from bright daylight to darkest night. He stepped forward. The clouds exploded into ash and flames ate through them like paper. "Zolnja, enough. Back down," Ysanna said. Zolnja thumped the water, sending a wave crashing into the sea beyond but Ysanna met her defiance with a cool stare. After Zolnja lowered her head she turned to Cal. "She did not mean those words, Calstrax. I apologize on her behalf." Cal stopped, his tail spearing the ground and carving more of the water away as he slowly flexed his claws. He snarled but the towering flames above his head receded and stuck to a flickering haze around his horns. "No, do not apologize. I did not return your lives just to hold it over your heads. But you will apologize to him." "That will be done. We swear," Ysanna said, bowing. When Zolnja didn''t comply, she grabbed onto one of her scales and yanked her down. Zonlja didn''t fight the grip and dipped her head below Cal''s waist. There was a pregnant pause with neither party moving first. I cleared my throat and waved from the pillow mound. "So what exactly happened? And how did you find us?" Ysanna''s eyes flickered from Cal to me. Cal nodded slowly and she looked directly my way. "Your perk. It''s a mark on your soul. I believe you know this?" I nodded and she stepped out of Zolnja''s coils and approached the couch. "Did you feel anything before I grabbed you?" I replayed the memory, with Galarion adding bits of information he helped suppress. As it hit me, I winced and sank into the pillows. "Yes. Like a cold knife fileting my chest." A wave of water turned to steam but Ysanna kept her gaze locked on me. Cal''s tail retracted slowly while he glared off into this distance. "I apologize, sincerely. That feeling was your perk warning you of the danger I presented." Huh. "Right. But why?" She sighed and pointed to my chest. "Your evolution. You assimilated the divinity you took, correct?" "Yeah?" "You were a divine being forcefully squeezed into my realm. No matter how small that spark is." That made an annoying amount of sense. I chalked it up to having to travel such far distances from a place we definitely weren''t meant to leave¨Cnot the way we did. "Wait a moment. If that''s the case, why was I rejected? Weren''t you dragging me in here yourself? Willingly?" Cal appeared next to Ysanna, the heat from his flames cooling the area. "That''s because she didn''t truly accept you into her realm. As gods, we are accustomed to other divines deploying their tricks and traps," he explained. "And during the chaos, my realm naturally repelled the divinity,¡± Ysanna added. "So you were rejecting me like I was a fly, hardly worth your notice," I said. She winced. "I noticed only after you reached the portal''s edge. Again, I apologize. It was not my intention to hurt you." "Mmm," I rolled over and hugged ¨¢ine into my neck. "Well, it''s not the craziest thing that happened to me. Apology accepted." "Cyrus, wait," Cal interrupted. Zolnja slithered over, dipping through the waves and rising from behind the couch. Her head stayed low, lowering even further as Ysanna and Cal glared at her. "I apologize as well. It was my duty to watch for anything unexpected. In this I failed." The longer I thought about our interaction from before and now, after having Sturmrorex in my life, the more I recognized the similarities. "Are you part dragon?" Zolnja''s snorted, the air knocking a pillow off the couch. "I am a close cousin. Why?" I chuckled, catching Cal''s smirk. "You remind me of someone, that''s all." "I-" Ysanna shook her head and Zolnja calmed. "So, I''m afraid to ask, but where''s Gimbal and Neolenn?" "The dungeon-core and its fairy?" Cal asked. "You haven''t looked into my memories, have you?" "Not yet, I was... Preoccupied with other thoughts." "Well, maybe sit down for this one?" Cal hesitantly sank onto an opposing couch that appeared as he sat. He looked almost pained as he extended his hand. It was strange. I could feel Cal''s touch, his mana ever so subtly poking its way into my thoughts. Galarion slammed his tentacles through my head, earning a shock from the storm duo, but he grabbed onto Cal''s mana and pulled it in. As he did, a door appeared, one made of endless stars that stretched into the sky. "Calstrax!" Ysanna shouted. Cal groaned and dropped his head into his knees. "Just let him in. He can be trusted." The door itself had a hint of familiarity to it. "Is that Eraztis?" I asked. "Are you sure?" Ysanna pressed. "Truly?" "Just let him in before he throws a fit. Hide the mortals. And reinforce your realm." "Why would... Nevermind. I''m allowing entry." The void split, and Eraztis floated in, his tentacles furiously wiggling. "What did you do?!" he shouted, voice sending titanic waves crashing throughout the realm. "Eraztis," Ysanna began, bowing. "Silence!" He floated to Cal, stopping an inch from the couch. "I''ll handle you later. I''m talking to him. What did you do?!" Instead of answering, Cal''s tail wrapped around Eraztis'' waist and dragged him onto the couch. As he did he slapped his palm on his forehead, a burst of flames sparking off the hit. Despite what I expected, Eraztis froze. His eyes glistened over and he stared at the sky, slowly deflating into the cushions. That bad, huh. "Why? Why does the Weave hate me?" he muttered. "It does not hate you." Cal growled. "Yes, yes it does. I had a peaceful job, but all it took was less than a year. Not even a decade. Cal. It hates me." "What are you talking about?" Ysanna butted in. The gods on the couch rolled their heads to stare at the goddess. They both groaned and Eraztis snapped his fingers. It took less than ten seconds for Ysanna to join the two and collapse into the cushions. "Anybody want to share?" I asked. Eraztis sat up and pointed a claw at my chest. "You! Aaaagh! Whatever. It doesn''t matter. What''s some more forbidden knowledge into this apocalyptic fire?" Dramatic much? "Cyrus," Cal said, sitting forward. "After you exited your soulspace and opened your eyes. You remember how everyone was frozen in place?" "Yes. And it makes no sense. I thought dungeons can only fuck around with time dilation, not outwardly freeze it. And chronomancy outside of a rift isn''t a thing." "How exactly do you know that?" Eraztis interrupted. I shrugged. The information was something I absorbed from being a temporary dungeon core. That and maybe the whole ''Keeper'' thing had its perks. "You are correct about the dungeon''s limitations and chronomancy. It''s something that not even the gods get to play with. Maybe if you''re tier eight or above, past the divine system, but those are just rumors," Cal continued. "But Cyrus, what you saw was correct, but more than you know. Widen the scope." "We talking the entire dungeon? Was the dungeon frozen just for me?" Ysanna curled her knees into her chest, prompting her companion to rest her head against the couch. She grabbed onto her scales and rubbed her fingers against the ridges, looking off into the distance with a thousand-yard stare. Okay, seriously? "So why are these two catatonic?" "Cyrus. It wasn''t the dungeon the Grand Weave froze," Cal said softly. "Then what?" He dragged his hands down his cheeks and inhaled. "It froze all of Inoria." Chapter 36: Divine Intrusion That... sounded bad. But then again... "That''s a little much, don''t you think? The Weave couldn''t have booped me with its divine-creation tentacles and be done with it?" Eraztis pointed a clawed finger at my chest but he shivered and collapsed, dropping his head between his knees. "We''re gods. We experience the Weave''s touch on numerous occasions. But your damn mortal body doesn''t even have the capacity to feel all that transpired. And yet..." Ysanna continued to stroke Zolnja''s scales. The waves had calmed, but a storm slowly brewed in the backdrop, the flashes of lightning sparking between the darkening clouds. Cal grimaced and summoned the pitcher of lemonade and downed it in one impressive chug. After he wiped his mouth with his sleeve he tapped the glass and slid it over. "This is not natural. The Weave does not interfere so directly. Not unless it''s for the creation of a god and even then... Ugh." This isn''t the celebration I was hoping for. Oh well. I sipped at the lemonade and wedged deeper into the pillows. "I take it this will draw the other gods'' attention? Am I in trouble?" "Yes!" Eraztis screamed. Cal pushed him back into cushions and shook his head. "No, Cyrus. You''re not in trouble. But the other gods will notice. Even if it takes a while. Besides Eraztis, no other god or goddess has experienced what the Weave accomplished. For that, we can at least ease our worries. But they will notice eventually, there''s no stopping that fact." His tone was off. The cadence, the voice, the word choice. He sounded wrong. I didn''t like it. "Does it change anything?" "Yes, yes it does." "So?" I said, sitting up. Cal closed his eyes and exhaled prismatic fumes that quickly dispersed. "For now, nothing. But your next ascension won''t be so simple. If the Weave spared enough of its time for your tier one, we can expect worse for your tier two." "By the gods," Eraztis muttered. "If I hadn''t taken that divine fragment, who knows what would have happened. Uggggh. It''s too much. I don''t..." "Okay, seriously. It''s fine. We''re all alive, right?" I said. "Fine? Fine?!" Eraztis stood up and bright stars started to appear behind his head. They twisted on themselves and became screaming faces that shot into the sky, joining the roiling storm clouds. "You have no comprehension of what this all means. Of what the Weave has done for you? For you!" "Then tell me. All the talk of how this and that, and yet here we are. Breathing, and talking just fine. And I''ll remind you that for all your worry. I was the one subjected to its scrutiny. Or did you forget the giant triquetra carving into my soul?" He shuddered and dropped to the couch. His tentacles took a while to calm down, never fully staying still even after the mana in the room settled. "The Grand Weave. A thing of creation beyond anything a god can comprehend. What is a star to the primitive beast beyond a twinkling light? And yet I know you know more. I''ve grazed your memories." "Eraztis!" Cal growled. "I know that your world knows of the stars, of their make. Your kind calculated the distance to reach the stars, the primitive means of travel and the logistics of it. You know what they are made of, and how they float and function. Yet you miss so much detail. Even with your vast knowledge, you know so little of what lies underneath. He conjured a star in his hand and slowly peeled the layers until a rotating core made of dense ether stood still. But as I continued to stare, I recognized that the first assumption was wrong. Even from the couch, I could feel the wind it generated, and the fact that it obliterated the storm clouds above. The core wasn''t a still mass¨Crather it spun with a speed my eyes couldn''t track. And even then, I saw the flicker of lines similar to runes flash from between its light. It itched at a part of my brain that demanded attention. Eraztis snapped his fingers and the core disappeared. It was hard to tell but he was frowning. "That''s a hungry look, little demon. Don''t stare at me like that, you are not ready for this knowledge." I shut my jaw and downed more of the lemonade. That pulled at the rune skill. I''ll have to dive into that later. "Galarion? Did you record the memory?" "Yes! No eat?" he pouted. "No eat. But you can make a copy." "Okay!" Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. I winced at the noodle slurping inside my skull and waved away Cal''s worry. "Okay. I''m an ant and I can''t even fathom the reality around me. Why is that important?" "Because the thing that can alter reality across many dimensions, worlds, and time itself has just decided to spare you an iota of its attention! A god has graced the ant and granted it aid! A mortal, insignificant ant!" Eraztis began to float but Cal dragged him down. Ysanna chuckled, her eyes still hazy but she drew the attention of everyone in the room. "He''s not an ant. He''s a Reborn. A fate-touched Reborn, with the Weave''s favor." Zolnja hissed. "A divine hatchling is no mere ant." The gods stared but the pair said no more and Cal cleared his throat. "It''s unprecedented. And we''ll be hypervigilant in the future. For now, and I''m begging you; please lay low." I snorted. "Is that possible? Ysanna''s signature is in the dungeon. And the core and its fairy is missing in the head city of a kingdom." Cal''s face creased with visible stress lines but he sighed and summoned sandwiches instead of speaking. For some time, he sat there with a distant look similar to the Storm Princess, munching away bite after bite. Eventually, Eraztis joined in, followed by the goddesses. It left me to stew and rest my head, the weirdness of my soul still settling even after the damage had been repaired. I reached for a sandwich myself, when Ysanna shot to her feet. Zolnja rose to her full height and Ysanna raised her hands, summing the tide beneath our feet. "Aurelion''s here!" "Fuck!" Cal groaned. He waved his hand and the couches disappeared but he caught me before we fell and pulled me close. "Eraztis! Take us to your realm." Eraztis clawed at the air. "Can''t. There''ll be even more gods coming my way. And it''s better that I''m here. We''ll say I was questioning Ysanna on the rule-breaking." I spat Cal''s suit out of my mouth and adjusted my head. "Who''s Aurelion?" "An asshole of divine proportions and head deity of Solunaria''s pantheon," he growled. "You got ten seconds! I''m pushing you into the abyss. Hide your signatures Calstrax!" I had enough time to see a thin barrier of orange light surround us before the seas parted we sank below the waves. The light disappeared the deeper we dropped before it vanished entirely and left us with only Cal''s mana to light the way. Cal looked down and gave a pained smile before he held a finger to his lips. The barrier disappeared and we were suddenly floating as the sea closed above us. It felt lonely, but as I extended my arm, a spark of brilliant blue light shot through the water like lightning before it faded away. I can breathe. Weird. Cal grabbed my arm and pulled me closer into his chest. As he did, a new impression sprang to life. Encompass all within the light. Spread the heat, shine the warmth and reveal the truth. The flames burned into towering infernos that reached the sun and yet they bowed beneath its majesty. Regal and intense. It was a welcoming heat but one that threatened to incinerate me at a moment''s notice. "You have some explaining to do Ysanna," came a masculine voice, one filled with an almost arrogant confidence. "I will answer to the council when it is called. Right, sir Eraztis?" Ysanna answered. Eraztis sounded calm, not at all like the stressed squid he was moments before. "Aurelion. Why are you here?" He scoffed. "Does that really need to be said? The freshly revived goddess invades my city, my kingdom and takes the main dungeon core and its fairy. Why wouldn''t I be here?" "Watch your tone," Zolnja hissed. "Treat sir Eraztis with respect." "We''re all divinity here. As important as the Soul Keeper is, he''s no world spirit. I speak as bluntly as I please. And given the circumstances..." Flames. Even below the waves and deep in the abyss, sunlight pierced the darkness and burned away the shadows. It didn''t come close to reaching us, but I could taste the hot mana on my tongue. "Aurelion. I''ll remind you that you are in my realm. Watch yourself, friend," Ysanna whispered. Her voice was cold steel that cut through the hissing steam, and it took control, banishing the light from the abyss. "Explain why you attacked our kingdom. For what purpose? Surely you didn''t think we''d just ignore the intrusion!" "It was not an attack." "Then what?" he demanded. "What possible reason do you have for sabotaging Solunaria? Better explain to me now before the rest of the pantheon tears into you." He sounds so fucking condescending. I think I hate him. Cal squeezed my shoulder and I saw mirth in his eyes as he winked and resumed looking up. "Well? Out with it." Ysanna sighed. "It was a favor owed." "You declared war for a favor?" "I have declared nothing," she spat. "The core and the fairy will be returned. That was only temporary. I was to return them before I leave for the council." Silence continued for some time and I could feel the byplay between the three divinities. The sun sought to slip between the waves. It was ever present, and demanding in its presence. But Ysanna and Zolnja were the masters of this realm. Their authority far outranked his, even if the other god managed to carve his piece of authority into reality. Strangely enough, it didn''t feel malicious. More like a secondary effect, as if the god''s mana did this like a person breathed. It was perhaps why Ysanna kept her calm despite it. "Aurelion. That is enough. You have your answer and I''ve done my investigation. She has not broken the rules even if they tow the line. Return to your realm for now," Eraztis declared. Aurelion hummed. "Mysterious rebirth. Keeping your presence minimal. At first I assumed it was because your power was not yet reacquired, but that isn''t true, is it? I can feel it, you''re weakened but not crippled by a tier difference. And now this? A favor to steal a core... No that''s not what you were after, was it?" "Aurelion..." Ysanna growled. "You were after someone. And if Nestralla''s theory is correct, your rebirth was from another god. Which means you were after their chosen. A chosen who hid his presence from our pantheon. A rival perhaps?" "I have done nothing to betray the pantheon. Nor would I. Just because you''ve forgotten, doesn''t mean I have. Solunaria was just as much a part of my dominion as my island." "Watch your words, Storm Princess," he snapped. Zolnja''s hiss shook the realm and thunder boomed to punctuate the blade in her words. "You wouldn''t be the first god I''ve tasted. Remember that, Golden Sun. Remember that we are not afraid to die, for we have scales and scars, unlike your untouched flesh." The pressure between the two boiled over and my skin started to flay from the chaotic churning of the water. Cal''s nails pushed into my shoulder and his tail speared the wave behind him, shattering it with one blow. "Enough!" Eraztis boomed. "This is the final warning before I force a banishment. Return, Aurelion. And wait!" At once the pressure eased and the sunlight faded. I couldn''t see what the god was doing but his mana retreated and I could no longer picture his face. His next words were far calmer than before. And the arrogance was gone but it still contained a bite that spoke of someone with authority. "Very well. But I do have one last question." "Out with it." Aurelion chuckled. "Not you, Eraztis. For them." "What? I grow tired by the second," Ysanna groaned. "Simple. Just one question and then I''ll leave." "Aurelion..." "Just answer me this--who are you hiding below the waves?" Chapter 37: Celebration A chill shot down my spine. Cal''s eyes bulged as he tightened his grip. I didn''t dare to breathe, or even blink. The silence carried on for what felt like eternity before a sharp laugh cut through the storm. "Really? Resorting to mind games now?" Ysanna said. Aurelion chuckled and there was a spark of ether from somewhere above. "It was a good try. After all, what a better place to hide than under our noses." "Leave. Last warning," Zolnja threatened. "I will, for now. The others will demand their answer and more than a few are ready for blood. I''ll order them to stand down, and ease their concerns. But return the core and its fairy untouched, and soon. If you don''t..." His voice trailed off, and he sounded genuinely unsure. The arrogance and cockieness was absent, replaced by a tone filled with resolution and stone. "I understand. The core will be put into place, unharmed. Now go. Or I''ll let her eat your arm." The ether popped and then faded away. A dozen minutes passed before the sea opened up and we rose to the surface. As we touched upon the platform of hardened air, Cal''s flames flashed and I was dry. "That bastard. I''m more than tempted to steal a bite," Cal growled. "Please don''t," Eraztis begged. "There''s enough problems as it is." "It was a fleeting thought, little more." "Uhuh. Just focus on your kid. And for the love of all, stay out of rifts. No more gods, no more fragments of divinity. Please." As I was still being carried like a princess in Cal''s arms, I waved with my free hand and kicked my feet. "No promises! I mean it''s not exactly in my control." The squid god''s eye twitched and with a pop he was gone. Cal''s couch reappeared and Ysanna collapsed as Cal set me on my own. "That was all bluff. I''m nowhere near recovered enough to fight him let alone the rest of the pantheon," she groaned. "There''ll be no fighting. Eraztis will see to that. And Aurelion, despite his faults, is true to his word. It''s the one thing we can rely on in regards to him." "Good. Can you even fight? One day we might have to, it''d be nice to know if my ally isn''t a cripple." "Do you need me to devour the realm in flames? I can, it won''t be pleasant." Zolnja lowered her head till it was just above Cal''s. Her eye''s narrowed as licked the air. "And how is it you''ve regained so much power in such a short time? You shouldn''t even be able to overpower us the way you have." Cal pointed to me. Huh? "Him." "Me?" I interjected. "Yes. You." "What did he do?" Ysanna protested. Cal shrugged. "He tiered up. A Reborn tiered up, and drew the attention of the Weave. Some of its power flooded through our connection as scion and divinity. I''m not recovered by any means, but I can eat a couple of misbehaving kits." It was at that moment that movement drew my attention. Cal''s bushy tail swished from side to side but as he caught my staring he winked and a new outline revealed itself. "Wait. You have three tails? What the fuck?" I yelled. As quick as they appeared, the tails were gone and Cal laughed. "Keep that a secret if you don''t mind." My eyes narrowed. There was something in the furthest corners of my memory. Something specifically about foxes. I growled. There just wasn''t enough to remember, and even when Galarion tried to work his magic, he deflated into a puddle in defeat. "Cyrus?" Cal asked, worry coloring his voice. I stuck out my tongue and leaned back. "Memory issues, that''s all." "Cyrus..." "I know. I know. Deal with my trauma. Start being careful with subjecting myself to intense moments of agony and deep traumatic moments before death." If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. "Cyrus.¡± "And yes I''ll talk to someone. I''m dealing with it, I promise." Cal stood up and wrapped me in a proper hug. I wanted to resist but I gave in and pushed my head into his chest. "Just try, that''s all that matters. No magic in the world is worth destroying your mind over. And believe me, I know what it''s like to hold things in till they implode." I huffed and pushed him away with a gentle shove. "I''m fine. And I should be celebrating. All my familiars have a new form, I got new magic to play with. And I finally got a tail!" He chuckled. "You did. Congrats. Some would say you''re a real felkin now. A little disappointed it''s not fluffy." "Yeah well, I tried. I''m not sure why it''s transparent though. And why the stereotypical devil''s tail. What about my skills influenced that particular evolution choice?" "It may not be your skills." "What do you mean? I can guess the rainbow flames are from my mana being so diverse." Cal''s tail came into view and he deliberately turned to show it off. Like his hair, the fur was crimson, but with a white tip toward the end. "None of my skills have anything to do with my tail''s evolution. It was solely based off my bloodline and some other factors. Your tail might be the same." Oh. That makes sense. "Well, I like it. And it''s strangely natural to walk with it. Almost like having extra balance in my step." "You''re a Reborn and your instincts are hardwired into your soul. Not surprising." I stood up and splayed my arms. "Well? What do you think?" Cal patted my head and ruffled my hair. "I think I''m proud of you. And the prismatic colors are a good look, especially your eyes." There was a brief flight of sadness, so quick that I almost thought I was seeing things until Galarion replayed the memory. But he smiled and raised his arms. He clapped once, twice, and then a third time. Confetti rockets shot into the air and exploded in a rain of candy. He turned to reveal a grand table with a veritable mountain of food piled high. The dishes varied but were obviously divided by different cuisines. Italian to the north, French to the south, asian-american fusion to the right and so on. And there was a seperate table just for cakes. "Cal?" I asked, standing up. "Am I not allowed to celebrate your ascension? Come now." I laughed and dragged ¨¢ine from my hood. She flew off and landed atop a massive bowl of lemonade and sank to her legs, leaving her arms just above the rim. "Oh, that reminds me." Cal snapped his fingers and a mind-bending array of light shrunk into a glowing orb shaped like ice cream. "Memories for Galarion." He continued to snap his fingers and one by one, something for all my familiars appeared. A giant snake skeleton in a bowl, a big juicy blob of blood mixed with snake venom, rock candy lollipops, A miniature sun, and crystalized lightning surrounded by thunder clouds. "Go ahead and summon them all. Ysanna will help you deal with the mana toll." Ysanna crossed her arms. "I will?" "Yes. You will," he threatened. She grumbled but glided over and touched my chest. As she did, a lightness filled my soul and I breathed in fresh air mixed with ozone. Let''s give this a try. Galarion oozed out of my forehead and shot into the floating ice cream cone with a hungry fervor. He kept shouting ''delicious'' before he sank into the cone and engulfed it like a slime. One by one I summoned my familiars, leaving Zagreus for last. They each took the time to show off to their Grandpa, before diving into their respective cuisine. I knew of their forms, on an intimate level as I helped in their creation during the evolution and they were bound to me. But seeing them in person was a special kind of joy. Still, I wept a little at the fact that they were not so tiny and cute. Zagreus and Sturmrorex especially, as the danger-noodle scarf could now easily cover my head between his scales. And his face lost some of its chibi-like youth with more refined ridges and impressive horns. "They''re growing nicely. Good job, Cyrus." "Can''t claim credit for it, they simply earned what I promised them." Cal smiled and motioned for me to continue. He knew Zagreus from my memories but my familiar only had a vague idea of Cal from my other familiars sharing their impressions. Felblood Sanguinarch. Blood formed above and dripped into a growing lizard''s body. He was already twice as wide as before, more like a giant tortoise in width. His paws were even larger, and far meatier as he slammed his tail through the waves. Four necks extended from the base and grew into serpent heads that tasted the air before lowering in fear. "Hello little one. It''s nice to meet you," Cal said warmly. Zagreus''s first head bobbed and raised to meet Cal''s eyes. In turn, Cal crouched so he was easier to reach, even if Zagreus''s neck pushed past a average man''s chest. "Hello! Hello. Hi! Scratches?" Zagreus asked, all heads hissing simultaneously. The brief moment of hesitation wore off, and before long Zagreus had Cal pinned and pushing his heads into his hands faster than he could scratch. Eventually, Cal added his tail into the mix to satisfy my needy familiar. I turned to see Sturmrorex having a conversation with Zolnja as the two partook in the lightning crystal. Whatever they were discussing seemed heated, but Ysanna walked casually and with a smile on her face. "You''ve a good family. They are adorable. Although, the bone spider hissed eldritch death calls at me, that was surprising." "They''re good kids. But my family isn''t all here." "Oh? Oooh. Right, forgot about them." I glared and she laughed as the bubble containing Broken Tower and Sereza breached the surface. They froze at the sight of the goddess but it wasn''t long before Celenae pressed herself against the bubble, smashing her face as close as physically possible to try and get a better look at my familiars. Ysanna approached the bubble and light crackled in the sky as a strong breeze lifted her hair. "You will behave in my realm. Do not damage it, and remember that you are guests. Am I clear?" They all nodded like scared children before Ysanna tapped her foot and the bubble popped, depositing the mortals onto the platform. Celenae shot to her feet but she stopped and bowed to the goddess. "It is an honor to meet you, goddess. Thank you for rescuing and welcoming us into your abode." Ysanna smiled and floated away, joining Cal as he wrestled Zagreus into his lap. I waved and munched on a sugar cookie. "Are you just going to stand there or do you want food you''ll never have again because it comes from my world?" "You! I''m going to murder you in your dreams, and again in your sleep!" Isaac threatened. "Seems like overkill. Have some pepperoni pizza instead." The others patted me on the shoulder before rushing off to try the smorgasbord of food. Only Celenae took the time to invade my familiars'' space and begin quizzing them on anything and everything as she sketched them into her journal. I tossed Sereza a cookie and jerked my thumb away from the crowd. Once we were far enough away the mortal wouldn''t be able to hear our conversation did I exhale and closed my eyes. One... Two... Three... "Did you say from your world?" Sereza blurted out. And here we go. I turned around and met the intense stare of the felkin before me. "Yes. Yes I did." Chapter 38: Backstory Sereza''s tail lashed the air menacingly. Her tongue flopped in her mouth but no words came out. Not the worst reaction. I wonder if I can borrow the camera from Cal. "I knew it!" Huh? "You knew I was from a different world?" "No!" "But-" She stomped closer and grabbed my jacket. "I knew you weren''t from Solunaria. Your speech, your cadence, the attitude! The lack of common knowledge! And a felkin? You could have come from the southern continents, sure. But you don''t speak like them, act like them, or even look like them!" I scrolled through the memories in my brain but without Galarion I couldn''t find anything other than the brief tidbit of information I studied. The felkins she was referring to was a small nomadic group of people famously known solely because of one individual. A tier four who''s been trying to ascend to tier five for the last two centuries. I bet Cal knows about them. I''ll ask later. Sereza waved her hands in front of my face. "Well?" "Hmm?" Her eye twitched and I grabbed her hand. Before she could protest, I dragged her over to the floating memory-cone and tapped it thrice. Galarion''s head oozed out of the bottom as a gigantic, slimy eye slapped my cheek. "Yes?" "Do you mind creating a projection of Earth?" I said, gently pushing Galarion away. "Moon or no moon?" "With moon." Sereza shuddered at the eyeball but she at least had the decency to resume her glaring as I stepped back and motioned to the freshly conjured planet. It wasn''t entirely accurate, it being based off my memories after all, but at least it was close enough! "This is Earth. Where I''m from originally. Same with Sam." I released her hand and she approached with a scowl on her face. "What''s wrong?" "It''s so..." "So?" "Green." "The fuck? What''s wrong with it being green? That means there''s lots of trees and life." There was a tap on my shoulder and I turned around to see Cal. He was dragging Zagreus behind him as the four heads had secured their own limb. "I forgot you haven''t seen a picture of Inoria." "These guys don''t have the technology to view it from space." "Well they do, but that''s beside the point. We have skill users who can recreate some decent images and mind readers to draw them. I know because a god of knowledge campaigned for exactly that." He flicked his tail and a new planet appeared, one that easily dwarfed Earth. "And here''s how it looks in reality, considering Inoria is basically Jupiter." The planet ballooned in height till Earth looked like a pipsqueak. Sereza gaped at the sight but the planet shrunk to be the same size and began to spin. "As you can see, Inoria hosts some impressive climates and regions. Most of the southern hemisphere contains abundant flora and coloration past the grand desert. And the north is mostly blue due to the crystal coast." Now that I had a comparison I understood her reaction better. As it turned out, very few splotches of Inoria were actually green and blue. Even large swathes of the ocean were a different color entirely before they blended together. Before Cal turned to leave, I felt a subtle press of something crystalline in my hand. He winked and dragged Zagreus toward the dinner table where the others were stuffing themselves silly. I cradled the object and secured my finger on the flash before Sereza came to her senses. "Okay, you''re a world hopper. It makes sense. But why does it feel like there''s more? And you''re actually a demigod, right? Like a weirdly low-tier demigod?" "Nope." "Huh?" I shrugged. "I already told you. I''m not a demigod. And Cal isn''t actually my dad. My real parents are... Well, it doesn''t matter. I''m technically Cal''s spawn? I think? His blood did help make me." When she didn''t respond I prodded her cheek till her tail wrapped around my arm and pried it away. "There''s so much to unpack with what you just said." "Mmmm. Maybe." Isaac sauntered into view, clutching a bowl of lasagna to his chest. His face was stained with sauce only made worse when he smiled, revealing parsley flecks between his teeth. "You haven''t even heard the worst part." "What''s he talking about?" she growled. Isaac shoved his fingers into the pan and scooped out chunks of steaming lasagna. "Somewhere, somehow, an Italian nonna is crying at the barbarism," I snorted. "What''s wrong with how I eat?!" Sereza tried to grab a piece but Isaac ran away, nearly hissing as Igas chased him down. "Is the food spiked? I didn''t smell alcohol." Celenae was shoving cake slices into her mouth with one hand and furiously scribbling with her other. Teddy was the most reserved, partaking in food roulette with Eodyne who munched on different deserts. They all shared a strange bounciness in their actions but none of them seemed drunk. There wasn''t enough slurring and they had way too much coordination. Looks like they''re happy. Again, a spark of something wrong scratched my chest, but I banished the thought and focused on Sereza''s face. She too was relaxed, partially annoyed and anxious, but her smile was genuine and her eyes had less weight to them. "Well, Sereza. Are you ready for the real kicker?" The smile morphed into a frown and she narrowed her eyes. "What?" "So you know how I just revealed I''m not from your world? And how Cal made me?" You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. "Yes..." "And you know I have a Legacy?" "Yeah..." "Just for disclosure, once you get this information there''s no going back. No telling anyone else, ever?" If eyes could kill, I''d have been a broken mess. "Really? After everything?" I shrugged. "Had to say it." "We''re oathbound!" "Anyway," I said, clearing my throat. "The truth is, I''m not just a Legacy bearer." "No shit." "I''m..." "Cyrus, I will stab you. I swear." "I''m a Reborn." I searched her face but what I received was not what I expected. Instead of the anger, shock, even fear I was expecting, she had an entirely neutral face. Her eyes were blank, as was her mouth¨Cnot even a ghost of a smile. "Oh is that all?" she asked. "That''s it?" "So you''re going to tell me the real secret, or what?" I scowled and extended my arm. Her eyebrows raised as I pulled my sleeve back and exposed my wrist. With a thought, the reverse triquetra appeared. "I know you have a Legacy, Cyrus. You don''t need to-" She stopped mid sentence and grabbed my wrist. "It''s wrong." I let her inspect it, even going so far as to rub at it in an attempt to see if it was fake. Eventually she gave up and slowly raised her head. "By the gods... You''re not joking." I patted her shoulder. "Nope. I''m the same old god-touched, fate meddler you know." "B-but... how? They''re stories!" "They''re not stories! They''re liberal and creative retellings!" Celenae shouted from across the platform. I closed Sereza''s jaw with a click but she brushed me off. "You''re the reason the rift went crazy! It didn''t spontaneously change on its own. It reacted to you!" I searched her expression. There was no anger in her accusation but I had to be sure. When I found none, I sighed in relief and clicked my fangs. "As was the first rift that spawned in Edolus. Or it was me and Sam''s fault. But yeah. Does that bother you?" She shook her head. "What? No? It''s just so... Like damn, Cyrus. I was teaming up with a Reborn? An actual Reborn? It''s insanity!" "I''m right here you know." "No wonder you were being so coy. And that explains your unfair Legacy. Wait! Are the stories true? Did the Weave really grant you a choice from a giant scroll?" "No?" "What about-" I pushed a finger to her mouth and pointed to Celenae. "Any and all rumors can be answered by her. If you want to commiserate the sad reality of my status, have at it." She looked like she was going to say something snarky but her expression changed and released my wrist. Before I could react, she pulled me into a hug. "Sereza?" "The stories I read were less romantic. I only know about the other versions of Reborns." I sighed. I knew some of the novels she was talking about. After getting over the shock of her favorite spicy novels being dead wrong, Celenae had questioned me on the exact same thing. It was funny. Reborns were like the demigods of Greek tragedies. A shiny fucking star ready to go out in a blaze of glory before the cold void of space consumed their existence. I squeezed her back and pulled away. "My life''s not that tragic. And it won''t be. I refuse that fate." There was a hint of sadness in her gaze that I couldn''t stand to look at. "So is there anything else I should know about?" she asked after some time. "Is there?" I shrugged. "Possibly. There might be a couple of things you should probably know." "Cyrus." Instead of answering right away, I slowly walked over to the feast and tore a comically large leg off a turkey. I ignored the eyebeams behind my head and motioned to a chair, placing her in the center of the table between Broken Tower. After she sat, I hopped onto the table and pulled the object Cal had given me out of my hoodie pocket. She leaned forward but I stowed it behind my back, waiting. "There''s one last thing you need to know. And honestly, you can''t blame me for this one. I''ve technically already revealed it, you just haven''t put the clues together yet." "In all fairness, Cyrus. Your existence is a cheat and makes no logical sense. I don''t think you can rightfully say it''s her fault. Your mana alone is enough to give us an aneurysm." "A cheat is underselling it!" Isaac chimed in. "May I remind you, that this cheat is providing you the boost to your mana regeneration." "And we are very thankful for it," Igas grunted. "But you''re still a cheat. I''m with Celenae, not Sereza''s fault." While Sereza was looking around confused, I wiggled my arm and received a round of subtle nods. When she finally returned to glaring at me, I stepped back and grinned. "Putting aside accountability. Just remember, you''re not allowed to be mad at me. No matter how ridiculous." "I reserve the right to be mad if the ridiculous is pure insanity." My index secured the flash, and my thumb gently pressed against the main enchantment. Unknown to her, the others were ready with a collective grin. Teddy picked up mutton legs, and Igas dragged a massive bowl of fruit punch to his side before Isaac death-gripped the pasta. Eodyne''s skill activated, sending mana just below the numerous pie tins and Celenae eyed the cakes. "Well?" she prompted. I inhaled and exhaled. "I told you I''m a reborn. The truth is... that tier up inside the dungeon? I''m only tier one." "What?!" Click! Chapter 39: Earth Cal lifted Zagreus and spun fast enough to send him flying into a comically large pool filled with jello. The adolescent hydra sank into red goop like he belonged, giving up his form to become one with the food. Cal adjusted his jacket and sat beside me. As he did he rummaged through his pockets and pulled out another crystal. "That was a beautiful picture. Cherish it." I took the crystal and sent mana through the channels, revealing the picture inside. "That''s a good expression. Shock, some horror, anger? Good stuff." "You''d have made a great photographer, it''s well centered too." "Maybe," I said, pocketing the crystal. "So what''s up Cal? You have to leave soon?" He sighed and closed his eyes, resting his chin against his knees. "Unfortunately. I''ll be avoiding Ysanna''s realm for a while." "Because of the other gods?" "Not worth the risk. But I''ll come whenever you need me. Though, try not to summon me in Solara, neither you nor I want to deal with Aurelion." "Ugh, thanks for reminding me. I need to re-study that book Brelten gave me." "Yes. Do that. Probably for the best." I narrowed my eyes and poked his side with my tail. It was strangely satisfying, even though it failed to penetrate his suit. "Ever going to fill me in on your history? And why you''re not in the book?" "Nope." "Cal." He swiped his own tail against my nose, nearly causing me to sneeze. "Maybe one day. But for now, I prefer that history stays buried." I shrugged. Whatever worked for him. I wasn''t too pressed to figure out his dark mysterious past. In fact, those sort of details could stay far away. I didn''t need more drama then I already had. "Hey," I said, bumping into him. "Thanks for the celebration. It¡¯s nice to see them so happy." "Yeah, you should try it yourself sometime. Doom and gloom shouldn''t be the backbones of the world." "Haa, haa. If only." Cal snapped his fingers and a steaming pie appeared above our heads. Huh. It tipped over and deposited its gooey load. I licked my lips. Blueberry and chocolate? It wasn''t the best combo, but it beat the soap fettuccini from earlier. "So, are you summoning these? Or does your abilities give you access to creating random food?" "Sadly, I am not specialized in creation style magic. I prepared these beforehand." I scooped some pie and jiggled it. "So you''re doing the equivalent of millenials baking sourdough during Covid?" He scowled and flicked his tail, sending a wave of flames that turned the pie to ash before the platform sucked it away. "There is nothing wrong with learning to make food. It keeps us immortals sane after all." I chuckled and leaned back. Sereza was still grilling the others extensively. She looked riled up, but far calmer than her initial reaction. Though I would catch the occasional glare sent my way. And my familiars continued to lounge around their food, more than half of them asleep and resting like a milk-drunk toddler. The uncomfortable itch started and I rubbed at my chest, ignoring the blip of a headache that threatened to make itself known. "Cyrus," Cal said heavily. "Yeah?" "You know what I''m going to say." I had an inkling, I just wasn''t going to acknowledge it. "Mmm. Nope, can''t think of anything." "Cyrus..." "Hey. What are your thoughts on the felkin tribe in the south? Sereza mentioned them and I''m curious. One of them''s a demigod right?" "I''ve met them, and I''ve met Carrinos. He''s... interesting." "What do you mean?" "Like most tier fours, he''s obsessive. And he doesn''t understand that no matter what he does and how far he goes, that he will never ascend for as long as he keeps himself attached to that memory. A shame too. Another felkin as a god would help our reputations, maybe even aspire more migrators to Inoria." "Migrators?" "Sereza called them ''world hoppers.'' The original felkins in Inoria came from a different planet." "Does that happen often?" This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. He sighed. "No. For as big as Inoria is, its still far behind most civilized planets. You start with small portals, then branch into setting a portal network from city to city. From there you spread across the planet and eventually someone with the correct knowledge and skills can connect to the Weave''s built in nexus. You''ll experience it one day, but likely not within the next couple of centuries for this world." "Is it that hard to do?" "No, but it requires a level of unity that just isn''t attainable at this time. And as much as I enjoy this world, it is a planet in the lower planes. There just isn''t enough concentrated mana to produce the needed elements." A lot of what he just said went over my head, so instead, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the rest. The sounds drowned away and I felt strangely relaxed. Cal didn''t interrupt, merely resting with me. Eventually the sounds of chaos settled behind us, and I cracked an eyelid to peek at the others snuggling into their chairs. So the food coma finally hit. Good, they''re going to be burning a lot of calories later. Cal''s tail booped my forehead and I turned to see him hold a finger to his lips. At once, we were on his couches, sitting opposite of each other. "Cal?" I watched the orange barrier stretch from the back of the couches and envelope us in a bubble. Even the platform was pushed away, separated by a thin film of mana. Cal swiped his tail and the air outside the barrier distorted, becoming little more than a collage of colors that swirled and danced. "What I am about to say is for your ears, and your ears only. Its imperative that you do not tell the others." Serious then. Must be important. "Done. What do you need?" He smiled and gestured to a table that appeared and tapped the center with his claw. Liquid flames sprouted from the tip and stretched into the air before he retracted his hand. It looked like a glowing, pink egg. It spun lazily through the air surrounded by a smaller egg orbiting around it. "And this is?" I asked. "You should recognize it." "Cal I''ve never seen a glowing pink egg before. Besides Galarion that one time he wanted to mimic an ice cream scoop." He tapped the egg and it changed shape, losing the shell and slowly morphing into a replica of Earth. "That''s..." "When you were and I believe I''m using this term correctly; ''isekai''ed'' there were pathways created from the etherstorm to your planet. It''s undergoing what you would call system integration." I raked my claws through the cushions. He didn''t react, continuing to stare at me with a neutral expression that showed. "So Earth is undergoing an apocalypse?" "They will undergo a complete reset of civilization. The world will expand and grow in size; not to the levels of Inoria, but far larger than before." "And everyone will get access to the system? The skills, and magic? The beasts? Dungeons and rifts?" He nodded and tapped the image again, the shell reappearing as the land masses subtly shifted. Australia was the first, it having stretched and losing its original shape to become more squarish. "The Grand Weave will fully integrate into the world after evolving the planet. The current residents will undergo similar evolutions, their bodies changing to match the skill system we use here. Ten actives, five passives, and they each gain a starting perk. There''ll be many world firsts, unique achievements and perks rewarded by the Weave as time goes on and humanity settles into its new existence." "What the hell, Cal? Does that mean Sam''s family will become skill users?" "Yes." "Does the Weave regulate the level of danger? Is there a grace period or something? Her uncle, uh, Sal. He had a child, what about them?" "They follow the same rules of the system here, but usually it accelerates the awakening period. Most likely, all children will receive system access by age ten. And will continue to do so for the next three generations." I watched the egg slowly spin, Cal having allowed certain patches to turn transparent, exposing the minute changes across the landscape. Some islands drifted far into the sea, more than a couple banding together and expanding to form an entirely new continent. The beautiful green that I was used to seeing, continued to exist but it spread. Where Vegas and its desert should have been was now a green strip that opened into a cluster of island masses bordering into california as the state folded away from Arizona. But I knew what the stories were like, at least the ones I could remember. "Does that mean kids are left for themselves? Billions will die?" I demanded. "Any child below the awakening age will be put into a separated space. Like a rift. They''ll be trained through recruited world spirits to help guide them into the world they''ll be returning to after a six month grace period." "And the other half of my question?" "There will always be death Cyrus. And while the Weave is willing to ascend the human race as a whole, your world is peaceful, more so than most." I snorted. "Bullshit. You''ve visited it right? There''s enough history books on warfare." "And yet millions upon millions of lives will never see it. They''ll exist in their bubble, and worry about mundane things. You lived in such a city, exhausted by decision fatigue of what ready-made food service to order from. You never hunted, tracked prey for miles. There were no opposing beasts to steal your meal." "Stop. I get it." "You don''t. And that''s why I''m bringing this up. I wasn''t planning on it; there should have been a decade''s worth of time before this became relevant," he sighed. "But that''s no longer an option." "So Earth is joining the Weave. Okay. And Sam''s family is in for a tough time, got it." I leaned back and stared at the sky. "Why tell me?" "Because I knew you cared for Sam''s family as if they were your own. And because the system presents a unique opportunity to Inoria." Ysanna could take some decorating tips. Not all the clouds have to be gray or white. Where''s the colors? The beautiful sunset? It didn''t take much to feel Cal''s stare drilling into me. I inhaled and exhaled slowly. But I wasn''t going to meet his gaze. "What does that mean?" I relented. "That Earth will become a world rich with unclaimed treasure and power. That unexplored wildlands, and dangerous beasts are not the only thing Earth will have to deal with." "And?" "Gods. The pantheons will learn of this, and rush like rats to food. A new planet, a new population, ripe for faith and plunder. To expand their territories and give aid to those in need." I sat up. There was anger in his tone. And judging by the hairs standing straight on his tail, he felt it too. "So what does this all mean? You want me to return to Earth? Why?" He paused, his eyes roving across my body. It was funny. He was examining me the way I examined him. Whatever he found, he relaxed. He swiped his hand through the illusion, scattering the mana into the barrier. "You know? I wasn''t entirely sure how you would react. The anger I expected. But that didn''t stick around like I thought it would." "So you want me to go to earth in a couple of years or what?" "Maybe," he chuckled. "Or you avoid it entirely. I''ll stand by whatever you decide, but know that as your god, you''ll be given the first opportunity to world hop. Perks of being the Reborn." "Yay," I said deadpanned. Cal stood up and the couches fell away. I joined him and he wrapped me in a hug. "Consider it. That''s all. And if we find a way for Sam to rejoin you, she might want to go back to Earth. Not saying you have to, but we both know what that means." Right... "See you later?" He ruffled my hair. "Yes, I''ll be taking my leave. Just as a favor, address the bomb in your head. And think about what you want to do in the future. Whatever you decide, I''ll help. I may not be the most welcomed god in existence, but I still have connections." I stepped back and attempted to smile. "Later." He adjusted his suit and knocked on the air. Ysanna appeared from the depths, pushing through the waves as lightning danced along her hair. "Yes, Calstrax?" she asked. Two more tails appeared, flickering into existence before flames sprouted from fingertips. "About the dungeon core. The one that tried to kill Cyrus? It''s about time we have a little chat..." Chapter 40: Farewell Divinity A portal opened up, the great tidal wave of electrified water sloughing off the excess to form the archway. Reality split down the middle and peeled back, revealing a familiar manor with a black-iron gate. Ysanna pulled us closer with a flex of her finger, drawing the platform toward the portal. We stopped just before it, the goddess and her companion bearing down from overhead. Cal had already left, off to visit someplace far to the west. So my familiars were packed inside my soul and the others ready while clutching onto generous helpings of the food that was left behind. "You really like lasagna, huh?" I prodded, poking the rogue in the belly. Isaac hissed, but kept quiet as he withered under the goddesses'' gaze. "Is there an issue?" Ysanna glided closer, fixing me with an unreadable expression. "The others may step through. Be warned, that three days have passed while inside my realm. Adjust yourselves accordingly." The others piqued in curiosity but they bowed low and pushed through the portal. Their forms blurred once they reached the other side, the images of their bodies stretching like taffy. Now that I was alone with the goddess, the pair dropped their overbearing postures and slumped forward. Even Zolnja looked exhausted as she crashed into the waves, and stayed there. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to host you mortals in my realm, including a fledgling divinity, a full divinity, and while keeping you hidden? Not to mention putting your companions to sleep!" Ysanna groaned. "So that''s why they slept so long. What''s up with that?" "It was necessary. Their mana channels were misaligned due to the transfer, and the constant pressure¨Ceven reduced from being around us was enough to induce mana sickness." "Mana sickness? You mean fatigue?" Ysanna collapsed, her throne rising from below before she sat down. "It''s not well known as its rare for it to happen in the low realms. But constant exposure to divine ether would slowly poison your soul. Nasty for a mortal. Calstrax helped them with the food he prepared." I glared at the empty dishes on the table. "Is that why some of the pasta tasted like soap?" "The white noodle dish with the sauce?" "That one." "It''s a rare herb from the northern regions. I''m surprised he had so much of it. Even I would have to go through some hoops to acquire some." "Reminds me of cilantro," I grumbled. I blew a raspberry and cleared my head. "So what did you want to talk about?" She raised her hand and a bubble appeared. It flattened and became silvery, turning into a mirror that rippled with rivulets of electrified water. The mirror cleared and showed a beach, one I recognized. And that wasn''t the only thing; a small boy had on a heavy sack filled with training weights as he ran along the coast. He followed a contingent of guards in heavy plate doing the same thing, led by Ventus. "Oh, is that Teldren? He''s gained some meat on his bones." "He''s been working hard since the day you left the island. Non-stop training. He managed to convince Ventus to let him follow along whenever he''s hosting training exercises on the beach." I pursed my lips. The promise from back then seemed so small and irrelevant, yet here the boy was, training his heart out instead of doing what a kid should be doing best: playing. "Uhm." "Don''t think I wasn''t watching you. Making such a careless promise to a boy. One who views you as the greatest hero he''ll ever meet. More than even my chosen." There was admonishment in her voice. And a hint of jealousy? "I''m sorry?" She sat up, and pointed a finger my way. "I underestimated what you were. Severely underestimated. I wanted you to know that you will have to decide what that means for him and his family." I bowed. "I understand." "Hmmph. Good. See that you don''t forget it." She snapped her fingers and the mirror shifted images, revealing the islands but from an aerial view. "I''ve kept your name hidden, and those who know of your involvement are loyal to only me. But that hasn''t stopped it from spreading in its entirety." The village, and it could hardly be called that anymore, was a sprawling city. The walls were expanded and the buildings gained several stories along with being rebuilt. More monster bones were used in the construction, the bodies of great serpent skeletons melded with stone and wood to accommodate grand structures. It was bustling, with newer boats joining the waters in refurbished docks. It brought a smile to my face. The people were happy, and despite the sudden setback from taking in an extended population of rift-born, the city thrived. "They''ve done a good job, haven''t they?" Zolnja asked, nearly scaring me as her snout jutted from the waves. "They have. It''s pretty. Though I have to ask¡­ The skeletons. Are they your doing? The others mentioned other serpents fighting next to the avatars." "Foolish runts! They may redeem themselves by offering my people shelter." Electricity punctuated her words by sending off bolts that skipped along the waves. It was mesmerizing but Ysanna brought me back. "I''ve kept my promise and I plan on doing so," she said. "But do know that your name will eventually spread. There is no stopping it. One merchant had to be thoroughly coerced into letting go of a potential new product line." "I sense annoyance. Was it that bad?" "He infiltrated the guard''s quarters in an attempt to hear enough details to create a glass replica of you. Who does he think he is?!" My eyes narrowed. That last bit seemed less about me and about something else entirely. Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. "Thanks for the heads up. Hopefully, I won''t stir up trouble for Cal in the next few months." The divinities laughed, a rumbling thing that shook the realm with peals of thunder. "Oh that''s rich," Ysanna chuckled as she swiped a tear from her cheek. The laughter settled and Zolnja rose from the waves and opened her mouth. her tongue pushed through her fangs, a small box at the tip. I caught it before it fell and she resumed towering over me, with lightning dancing in the backdrop. "That is a gift for him. If you take him as your Brave, then give him the stone. If you do not, then return it to us. Is that understood?" Thunder boomed and she lowered her snout to just above my head. I''m sure it was plenty menacing. To someone else. I reached for her nose and booped it. She froze, and Ysanna melted into her throne as she clamped a hand over her mouth. Laughter still escaped, the vibrations enough to push the storm clouds away. "Duly noted," I said. "Now is that all?" "One last thing," Ysanna said. "Hmm?" She snapped and the image changed again, revealing a destroyed room filled with people in cots. Some were bandaged, others were sitting upright but weary. "The fuck happened here?" "You. Broke. Our. Alchemists!" I blinked, even side-eyeing Zolnja but she shook her head and returned to resting between the waves. "Ooookay?" She jabbed her finger at the mirror and I watched as a shark-skinned hand came into view. It slapped a neon-blue paste across the disgruntled elf''s arm before slipping out of frame. "Was that¡­" "I''m sending him your way. He needs to be freed from tormenting the rest of our civilians." "But why-" "His master is no better. That Travis nearly caused a riot when he discovered an adventurer with a harvesting skill. Do you know what happened when they found out the skill can only be used twice a day?" "Uhm not really su-" "It took three days to stop the mayhem. Three whole days, Cyrus. Do you understand that? You spoiled them. And now I have nothing but constant prayers and requests from just about everyone who enters my temple about some damn harvesting skills!" I waved at Zolnja and shuffled closer to the portal''s edge. Ysanna was too busy ranting and shaking her fist at the sky to notice me so I cleared my throat and waited until she stopped long enough to notice. "Thanks for the heads up! Byeeeee!" "Cyrus!" I dived into the portal and my breath hitched as I slingshotted through the dimension. Once the portal spat me onto clear ground I rolled the landing and sprang to my feet. Weapons were swung my way, stopping just short of touching my skin. On a second inspection I pushed the rubber mallet down and raised an eyebrow at the Lightcrests in full clown-coded armor. Anastasia stowed her bread-roll sword and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug. "Cyrus! You''re alive!" Nathan joined in, water flowing from his pants to create a spinning disc that slowly rotated us. "H-hi. Whath goin onth?" I said. She pulled back, smoothing down her extra-ruffly shirt before she spread her arms wide and smiled. "Oh nothing. We were simply about to launch a covert operation against my asshole of a brother." "Right. And the outfits?" "Well, he makes it so easy, we have to give him a handicap," Nathan explained. "Gotcha. Well good luck with that." They set me down and I watched them roll toward the nearest window before Walter appeared and redirected them to the door. "Killer new horns by the way! And your eyes!" Anastasia shouted. "And what a marvelous tail! Deliciously deadly!" Nathan added. Before they dipped around the corner, Anastasia stuck out her head and flashed a smile. "Go to the kitchen, food is ready. And don''t forget to tell us the story sometime! Buh-bye! Congrats on the evolution!" Her voice faded and the door slammed with Walter marching back into the room. "Dinner is ready, sir. This way, please." I shrugged and followed him into the dining room. What greeted us was a floating bubble stuck between two enchanted plates of metal. The baked goods¨Cincluding a giant cake in the shape of my head, floated inside. Walter closed the door behind him, and I waved at everyone inside. "Is everything okay?" Teddy asked. "Maybe? Nothing too worrying." "Are you sure?" I patted him on the shoulder and sat down, staring at the rotating head-cake. "Were all your cakes like this?" He grumbled. "Yes. Sometimes full-bodied." "Why?" "I''ll never know," he said dejectedly. Isaac pointed at my arms. "What''s in the box?" "This thing?" I asked, lifting the chest. "It''s a gift for Teldren." "Who?" "The boy," Sereza answered. "The goddess gave you a gift for him?" "If I take him on as a Brave. He''s uh, really putting in the effort." "Not surprising. A hero came and saved not only him but his family and an entire city." I clenched my jaw but Teddy stood up and sliced a piece of my horns and plated it. "It might be our second feast. But let''s enjoy ourselves. To Cyrus and his ascendence!" he cheered. A round of cheers and congratulations filled the room. Isaac shoved a fork into my hand. "Well, go on. Eat yourself!" I sighed and dug in, savoring the strange raspberry-flavored cake. Like a gunshot to a race, the others clamored for their own slice and I enjoyed the spectacle. Wait... Did he just dip a piece of my eye into some alfredo sauce? Chapter 41: Ysanna Interlude The portal closed and she leaned forward, dropping her face into her hands. Her partner swam to the surface and coiled around the throne, resting her head at eye level. It was a kind gesture and she reached out to stroke her scales, just between the ridge of her nose, where she knew Zolnja liked it best. "We''ve certainly bitten off more than we can chew," Ysanna chuckled. The storm clouds exploded as Zolnja''s tail flicked in annoyance. The water around her scales vibrated into colossal waves as she growled. "It might have been better to stay dead," she hissed. It was an empty statement. Neither of them would have given up the chance to return to their people, especially with their chosen alive and whole. "How''s your grandchild?" "A cautious coward," she spat. Her voice was sharp but it lacked bite. "Unsure of how to approach me, too meek for one of their lineage!" "Oh please. Their long lost great-great-great something goddess grandmother not only returned after death but is both their goddess and their family. Do not blame a child for such things." The look she received in return was one of utter betrayal. She took it with another chuckle and leaned back, watching the sunset once more. Without the chaos of having mortals run amok in their soul realm, it was almost strange for it to be so empty. It was almost... desolate. Despite the trouble he caused, Cyrus had lit a peculiar spark. From chaos, he brought new emotions and new experiences that were foreign to them. They were cautiously welcomed even if they would never admit such dangerous thoughts. The water responded to her command, dragging the coral and seastone throne toward the table still filled with food. Even if the one mortal¨Cif he could really be called that anymore, treated her so casually, it was nearly heretical to act like them. So now that they were gone she finally allowed herself to partake in the interesting collection of foreign cuisine. They smelled nothing like she had ever tasted, and the noises they had made had her hungry to find out. "Are we really eating that stuff," Zolnja grumbled. "Of course. Calstrax made these, might as well see if it''s worth the high praises. Her mention of the other god wasn''t exactly comforting to her companion but she would get over it. For now, she had a choice, and a slice of ''laz-onia'' was the first on the menu. She held it to the light and sniffed, a strangely tangy smell entering her nose. With a shrug, she shoved the slice into her mouth and chewed. "Oh thish if goofd!" Her partner made a disgusted face and turned her nose high. She swallowed and waved another plate. "Come on! There''s no reason to deny ourselves some fun." The sky turned pitch dark except for the eddies of electrified water illuminating the area. Her partner''s scales were plasma that could melt through a mountain but their realm remained unharmed. "We do not deserve such freedom," Zolnja rumbled. The delicious noodles in her mouth turned to ash. She sighed and waved her hand. The waves rose and engulfed the table and brought it deep into their realm. She''d have to enjoy the cuisine another day. "You know it''s not your fault or mine. We did what we could. And now we''re alive and our people are thriving once more." "It''s not enough." The same argument that had been plaguing them the moment they returned. She understood the problem, but there truly was no use in atoning for an impossible situation. They had no chance to win, the duel would only ever have one outcome. The city and its people, their children, and faith had suffered but they saved who they could. The very memories of those who once lived were preserved with them in the rift, forever honored for ages to come. They did what they had to do and she wouldn''t apologize for it. But she would do better and help ease the burden her partner felt. It was the least she could do for someone who stuck by her side even in death. "Are you ready for what''s to come?" she asked as she stood up. Zolnja returned to a calm state, with only the odd scale shifting into electric blue before returning to normal. "I am. Let us be done with this farce." Indeed. The waters parted once more as she controlled the waves and brought to the surface the dungeon core and his fairy. They shrunk away like frightened mice, a useless attempt to make themselves small. When she spoke next, the realm shook under her power. The clouds swirled and the waves grew to titanic proportions. Zolnja''s form stretched high, her tail snaking around the orb that was their containment. It was all theatrics but they would not be allowed to cause any more trouble. "Have you understood the warning you''ve been given? Did the god whose son you threatened make it clear?" The dungeon core sank to the floor, unable to keep itself afloat. His fear radiated like a beacon, unmistakable and obnoxiously present. But the fairy stood strong and floated before it, arms almost akimbo as if to protect its companion. It was sweet, but there would be no mercy. "We understand! By the Weave we willingly part with our memories. We apologize for the inconvenience, Lady Ysanna, Lady Zolnja!" She let them squirm, commanding the silence until both were suffieciently cowed. "Very well. Then accept our mana and do not resist. This is not a suggestion." Zolnja pushed her head to the bubble''s edge, baring her large fangs in an angry snarl. "Begin." Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Ysanna weaved a thread of mana into their forms, being polite enough to allow them to consent first before she siphoned the memories. It was an awkward thing to do, and it wouldn''t have been possible without Eraztis'' temporary help, but it had to be done. They vibrated as her divinity tore through them and ripped the last vestiges of emotions free. Once completed she withdrew the thread and watched them sink onto the platform below. Zolnja''s tail brought them closer, gently wrapping them in her scales. They were unconscious. "That was rough," Ysanna admitted. "Not sure why Eraztis wanted the memories stored. He could have taken them himself." "Best not question those two. We''d never understand," Zolnja said. "True enough. Ready?" "Always." She placed her hand along her partner''s back and closed her eyes. The throne carried her will, weaving the divinity into the mana and breaching through reality. As she traveled the pathway her consciousness slipped and she fell into the void. When she opened her eyes of the astral avatar, the realm''s gatekeeper greeted her with a baleful stare. The stone wolf''s maws shone with cosmic light and she held out her hand. "I give unto thee willingly. May my acceptance be the oath that binds for my duration in this realm." The swirling cosmo sucked in her thread and spat out another. The crimson string wrapped around her wrist and solidified, tying itself in a seamless knot. Zolnja did the same, the band moving to the tip of her tail, one far larger than her own. With the oath made, they floated through the barrier and entered the arena. Many eyes stared back, not all humanoid, more than a few belonging to eldritch monstrosities that crawled from the deepest crevices of reality. The arena itself was simply large selections of floating islands divided by separate pantheons. The space was impossibly vast but there was no ceiling and the sky showed an endless array of stars. The islands rotated on their own accord, the stone and very environment changing to the divinities occupying them. Not everyone was present. Some islands were empty, or lacking the full contingent of gods that made up the pantheon. And some islands were mere stones, singular platforms for solo gods¨Cthe Unbound. She spotted her''s, the Solunaria''s pantheon being a shining spotlight of gold with rich vegetation and even brighter crystals glowing with radiant sunlight. Eight platforms were filled, each a different light. Only the ninth was empty; her seat. She ignored the intense stares and floated upward. She reached the island first while Zolnja snaked around the stone. Hard rock became vibrant blue water and trees made of lightning rose upward into fine points. Their canopies were clouds and even with the grays of the storm clouds blocking out the starlight, the sun from the central island pierced through. Pure showmanship, unneeded and unnecessary peacockery that was an unfortunate part of this meeting. She detested it. But she was on trial here, among other things. There could be no mistakes. As soon as her island settled, the fifth island, the one of verdant green fields and deep forests slowly floated over. Its owner waved and stopped at the island''s edge. "Permission to board?" the goddess asked, her voice soft and kind. "Of course, Ulphinia. Is there something you need?" Ysanna asked. Ulphinia hopped over, detaching from the roots that connected her foot. Her skin was pale green and unblemished save for the random assortment of flower-shaped tattoos and vines that coiled around her limbs. Green hair framed the two sets of lavender eyes and parted to display the great set of golden antlers she was known for. She skipped and danced, stopping by Zolnja''s tail before she dived to embrace it. Her partner dodged her attempt and sank into the water, scowling at the nature goddess. "Oh come on, Zol. It''s just a hug and your scales feel so nice!" "Never!" Zolnja hissed. Ysanna cleared her throat. "Ulphinia? Was there something you wanted?" "Hmmm, a small one that Aurelion is too angry to ask right now. They thought it best they send me instead." She already knew where the conversation was heading. In reply, Zolnja produced the core and its fairy, presenting it so that the rest of her pantheon could see. "You may take them now. We apologize for the delay." Ulphinia pursed her lips but as always, she smiled and grabbed them with roots from her island. They sank below the luscious grass. "They''re not harmed but..." "After effects from helping Eraztis." That wiped the smile off the goddess''s face. For a moment, her soft eyes turned vicious red and the brown vines turned black and sprouted thorns. The change¨Cthe other half of her nature showed itself and disappeared within the next blink. "I see. Well if he demanded something there''s no helping it! Good luck during the interrogation!" She leaned in and put a hand to her ear. "Remember, we''re here to support you!" "Ulphinia!" Aurellion shouted. "Oops! Gotta go." Ulphinia returned to her island and settled into position. Aurellion spared her a glance, before locking eyes with Ysanna. He wasn''t angry but enough frustration showed through his eyes despite his island remaining serene and unchanging. Time passed and more divinities showed themselves. With each new island, a new buzz added itself to the great static in the air. Some openly taunted their rivals, nearly provoking fights in useless displays of power. But all noise ceased as Eraztis appeared in the center of the arena. He stepped onto the main platform and his island rose through the throngs of the others. Much like his realm, the island was made of stars and the void, glowing orbs sprouting as ever-changing vegetation. Any power the other gods accidentally leaked faded, leaving just Eraztis'' domain to dominate the field. "The council has begun. The gate will be sealed off and we will not leave until this matter is settled," he spoke, his voice booming through their minds. What is he doing? A few spoke out in outrage but Eraztis clapped his hands and the stars above shifted till only the endless black loomed over them. "There will be no interruptions unless permission is granted. I will not repeat myself. Those who break this rule will be barred from entry for the next decade." There were a few grumbles but none dared speak out. Aurelion raised his hand, his island flashing to grab Eraztis'' attention. "Aurellion? You may speak." "Does a misunderstanding truly require such restrictions?" Aurelion asked. "Tell me. What do you think is the reason we are here?" The sun god froze, his aura flickering with instability before he mastered himself and crossed his arms. "We are here because Ysanna and Zolnja kidnapped a dungeoncore." Rumbling laughter filled the area, Eraztis'' tentacles writing along his neck. "You think such a singular action is worth the calling of a council? One that involves all the gods?" Eraztis paused, but he didn''t wait for Aurelion to answer. "Your pantheon may show promise but you are far from the most important thing on Inoria. Get over yourself, whelp." Flames flashed, dancing across Aurelion''s skin as a sun grew behind his head. But again he calmed and glared. "Not all gods are here." "Pedantics. Would you really request the presence of that fox? I didn''t take you for a fool." Most of the divines in attendance cringed at Eraztis'' words. Some openly flared their auras in response, directing their ire toward Aurelion while more than a few shuddered at the thought. Memories flashed along with the feeling of the heat that scorched her realm. Those flames that gnawed at her divinity like hungry wolves, the pressure that affected even her and her companion despite being goddesses, they brought a shudder to her spine that she repressed. And to think I''m indebted to that fox... If only they knew. Aurelion backed down and Eraztis turned, spinning so that every god and goddess could see his form. He raised his hand and snapped. A replica of Inoria appeared, the globe spinning lazily through the air. "We shall begin the discussion on something that affects us all. Some of you may have felt it, most of you are too inexperienced." he paused and let the uproar settle before he clapped his hands and the globe froze in place. "The real reason we are here is to discuss the Grand Weave interfering with this world." Neltesh, a member of the eastern continent''s pantheon, raised his many limbs. Eraztis nodded. "Speak." "What do you mean the Weave has interfered?" Neltesh burbled. "I speak of the incident four days ago. When the Grand Weave froze all of Inoria." "What?!" Damn. He really said it. Zolnja''s tail nudged her elbow and she glanced behind her. They shared a look and schooled themselves, calming their auras and retracting their mana. She paused as a tap against her psyche rang like a war drum. She allowed the connection and looked to Eraztis who was standing still, waiting for the contingent of gods to settle down. "Yes, Eraztis?" "You''re welcome. Now remember the promises you made. Don''t expose yourself, and mention nothing of Cyrus and Calstrax," Eraztis replied. "I know. You don''t need to remind me." "Good." Eraztis clapped his hands and rose into the air above his island. The arena responded, forcing a silence through the ether. "If you wish to speak, activate your island''s enchantments." Nearly all the islands flashed and he slumped forward. "Just be happy you don''t have to be the one to do this," he whispered into her mind. "Thanks." "Mmmm." He clapped his hands once more and pointed to one of the western pantheons. "You may begin..." Book 5 Start: Chapter One: Wind-down Chat Arturous greedily devoured the honey-covered mutton, his massive lips filling the garden with uncomfortable noises. "So I take it, you like it?" I asked, patting the massive bear on the snout. He responded by slipping his tongue past the meat and slamming it into my cheeks. I took the hit and quickly wiped away the saliva before retreating behind the portable grill. The last remains of sunlight shined across the mountaintop, illuminating the cliff edge in a wash of color while a faint breeze blew across the land. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling, my tail bracing against the wind as it sent a gentle tickle across my skin. "Feels good?" Celenae asked. She had a book in her hand and Magnus in her lap as she lounged on the lawn chair. My sleepy familiar was full and lethargic, without a care in the world, as he rested on her stomach. "You spoil him. Going to get fat with all those crystals." She pulled the half-eaten pink quartz the size of a dog''s bone from underneath his paws. He was too sleepy to protest but he did swipe and broke a sliver to lick before it was taken away. With his current size, he was more a small blanket than a cute little kitten but Celenae didn''t seem to mind. "I don''t think that''s possible. His form is created whenever you summon him, providing him with a new vessel. If he got fat, it would have to be a conscious choice." "Not fat," Magnus purred. "Still spoil him," I said. "And there''s nothing wrong with that. He makes a good reading companion," Celenae retorted. My tail came into view and I observed the flames. They didn''t interact with the wind, behaving like a ghost. Yet I felt the wind passing through the flames and how it spread a strange sensation I couldn''t describe. "I wouldn''t say it''s good, but it''s not bad. Just different." As I sat down, Eodyne swung by, the surfboard cutting through the sky as she blasted a cone of wind below her to break the landing. She skidded toward the gate and managed to stop in time before crashing. She unscrewed the sail and made both items disappear into her dimensional storage before walking over. "It''s different from the gliders we use in the storm plains, but it does provide a more stable flight," she said. "We call it parasailing back on Earth. You usually use it to ride the waves, not the sky." She flopped into her chair and I handed her some of the meat. Like Arturous, she devoured the mutton with a gusto that was at odds with the storm archer. "Any good?" I asked. Eodyne wiped the juices from her chin and nodded. "Very. But I''d prefer more spice. It is too sweet." "Eh, try some of those Aldurzan spice again. Just need to find a way to balance the acidity." Celenae snapped her book shut and leaned back, motioning to the grill. I handed her a medium-sized leg and summoned my beanbag before settling down. "How was the Healer''s guild? Was the director happy to see you again?" she asked between bites. "Mmm. She was. Concerned, and surprised at my evolution. I think its made her more suspicious but eh. She ran Galarion through even more tests and sent me away. I''ll get the next batch of patients tomorrow." "Will you be participating in Charity Day?" I sighed. "Yeah. Syrreisha''s nagging was enough. I just don''t see a point. There''s so many healers who are higher tier than me." "Cyrus..." "What?" Eodyne pointed her mostly gnawed mutton leg in my direction as if brandishing a sword. "Fool." "She''s right," Celenae agreed. "You really don''t understand how insanely good of a skill ¨¢ine is. And just how much mana you have compared to others." "Alright. I''ll bite. My familiar is amazing, I won''t ever deny that. But you''re telling me a tier-two dedicated healer can''t do things better?" "They might, if they were a fully slotted individual with numerous healing skills? Then yes, they could do better. But that''s one person spending however much mana they have on a whole throng of people. Do you even realize just how many adventurers rely on days like these? there is a reason why the adventuring guild has a long-standing deal toward healers who need essence to tier up." Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. "Didn''t know that. Guess it makes sense. So fine, another number to pad the tide. What makes Verdant Healer different?" Celenae summoned a knife and I prepared to channel mana into my skill but she redirected the blade into the mutton. A sliver fell and she caught it as she cut a thicker piece next. She held the pieces up. "Most healing skills can fix the injury, repair it. But it draws on nutrients. You know this." "Still surprised you know what nutrients are." "I suspect the translation isn''t completely accurate but yes. We have basic knowledge in anatomy and science thanks to gods like Auroranis." "That''s... Solaria''s god of knowledge?" "Correct. He led a campaign for better nutrition some centuries ago. Lead to most villagers having a basic understanding to eat a variety of food," she lectured. I smiled and she shook her head. "Back to the topic. You know that in potions it pulls from your storage. Healing skills are usually the same. In the worst scenario, some can cannibalize your fat storage and muscles to repair the damage." "And ¨¢ine doesn''t do that." "Exactly." Eodyne tossed Arturous the bone and stretched. "And not to mention the targetability of her healing." "Also correct! Her ability to restore your body but also leave room for growth is outstanding. Nobles would kill for those kinds of skills." "Mmm. Yeah no." "Not the point," Celenae sighed. "Doesn''t even matter anyway. I already agreed to stick around for an hour or two. And my only requirements were handled pretty seriously. Private booth, heavy enchantments and even a bodyguard." The women stared with suspicious eyes. "What?" I prompted. "Cyrus. The guild doesn''t have bodyguards." I shrugged. "Syrreisha promised one. Though now that I think about it, she was weirdly insistent. Although, why wouldn''t a guild have bodyguards? Seems dumb." "They have individuals to help calm patients undergoing psychotic breakdowns and self harm. But in the end, it''s a choice and you''re free to leave at any point. What one chooses to do with their life whether that be to squander or to live it out, is up to them. As long as you are not a threat to others." It was different from the sentiments held on Earth. Whether it was good or bad wasn''t for me to decide. I could appreciate the freedom, and it was nice to know the people I was helping weren''t a bunch of quacks who locked you in padded cells. For a time we watched the sun set and the stars come out to play. Fanalis bathed the clouds in soft pink light, illuminating the sky. I was about to get up and grab the last of the meat from the table and start packing it away but thought better of it. While it was instinctual to use, I was still coming to terms with having what was essentially another limb. My tail speared the table, cracking the wood. Oopsy. With some effort it pulled away and I carefully wrapped it around the plate, managing to not scratch the ceramic with the tip. The plate landed on my lap and I grinned. "Wasn''t too bad." "That reminds me. Next sparring lesson, we''ll be incorporating your tail into the routine. Expect difficulty." Eodyne stated coldly. "Can''t I enjoy small victories?" I said. "You can. And you can enjoy them while struggling to achieve bigger ones." "Fine." I summoned Chomperz and he waved high to the girls before sucking in the grill and plate. He continued to evade my hugs and I rubbed at my chest after he returned to my soulspace. It was nice to not have to worry about the dragonling. The soul damage was gone, and the divinity was assimilated. Celenae hummed. And I waited for her to say whatever it was she wanted to say. "You know. Seeing him reminds me we still need to get the dungeon loot identified. That golem core especially!" "Right. I should get on that. I promised Sereza half the loot." "Cyrus think about the discoveries!" "Couldn''t give a shit." "You''re frustrating." I stuck out my tongue but Eodyne blew air into our faces. "You''re both frustrating. Don''t ruin a good evening. It''s too peaceful for your insanity." "Yes ma''am!" I said while saluting. That particular action earned myself a stronger buffet of wind but it was all in good fun. While things were calming once more, I summoned a journal I had been putting off for awhile. One that Celenae saw once and had never stopped grilling me about. Aaaaand there''s the mania. "Is that the book?" "The book? You mean the book a god gave me?" I asked innocently. Her eye twitched and I laughed. "Yes. It''s just some studying on my end." "They''re ancient runes that have never been seen before!" "Mhhm. And I should probably learn them. He went through the trouble of writing down the instructions, might as well." Out of all the reactions I expected, what Celenae was doing was not one of them. She bolted out of her chair and had her head pressed firmly to the grass. It was a beggar''s pose, one of supplication and pleading. "Let me learn." What the fuck? I turned to Eodyne for help but she shrugged. "I''ve only ever seen her do this once before. And we had to wait in a village for three weeks until she was done." "Celenae?" She didn''t raise her head. "Yes?" "Stop it, you''re freaking me out." "Not until I find a way to secure per-" I threw the book at her but she managed to reflexively catch it between two barriers. Revulsion tumbled down my spine and I shook it out. "Please never do that again. Just ask normally, ugh." The elf wasn''t even paying attention. Her eyes were glued to the book. I reached over and she dropped the barrier. My mana threaded into the ghostly chains and they unfurled, retracting into the book''s spine. "Here, take a stab but I''ll need it back. Eraztis didn''t give me a restriction but I''m not going to push my luck." "Deal!" As Celenae lost herself into new knowledge I picked up the beanbag and plopped next to Eodyne. "Where''s the others anyway? Teddy I know is busy with his parents, but where are Igas and Isaac?" She leaned forward, rescuing Magnus from where he was set aside in Celenae''s haste. He rumbled a complaint but it died as soon as she wrapped him in her arms and settled into her chair. "Igas is busy with the children. Isaac... he''s visiting a friend," she explained. "Why''d you say so weirdly?" "It''s the girl from the underground. His old childhood friend. Their relationship was... Complicated but he cared for her." "Oh." Well now I feel like an asshole for not asking him if he was okay. Eodyne nudged me. "What is that look?" "Just thinking I have been so caught up in my own shit that I haven''t stopped to consider that he might be going through something. That makes me a crappy friend doesn''t it?" "Yes," she said bluntly. "But you have your own problems, and what you must undergo is a storm by comparison. Do not worry, he does not blame you. But do better in the future." I smiled and leaned back, closing my eyes. "Yeah, I can do that. Do you think he''d like some more lasagna?" "Definitely." Chapter 2: Im Just The Healer I politely knocked and took a step to the side. Few minutes passed with no answer and I was highly tempted to hijack the enchantment like last time but the door rattled open. Isaac peered from out the door and I tapped him on the ear. He jumped back clutching his head as if I stabbed him. "What are you doing?!" "Don''t be dramatic. It was a light touch." He glared but dropped the act, choosing instead to cross his arms as he began to retreat back into the room. "Out with it already; I''m not in the mood for your usual shit." Before he could fully reenter the bedroom, I tugged on his collar and spun him around. His mouth dropped open, ready to unleash a new tirade but I shoved the bowl of layered pasta into his hands. "You ba-wha? What is this?" he stuttered. "Eodyne told me where you were the other day. I''m sorry." He gripped the bowl of Inoria-style lasagna and looked up in confusion. "What''s this? Pity?" "No." "A gift then? Sorry your friend is dead?" I shook my head. "Not that either." "Then what?!" I grabbed his shoulders and forced him to look directly into my eyes. He resisted but not by much. When I had his attention I motioned to the bowl and tapped his chest. "You''re my friend and this is my way of trying to ease the burden. Eat it, don''t eat it. Throw it against the wall in rage; I don''t care. I can''t say sorry for what happened or claim condolences that don''t feel shallow. I didn''t know her, but you did. So I''m sorry for the pain you feel." "Y-you... Damn you," he whispered. Gently and slowly, I moved into a hug, squeezing his back but ready to let go if he resisted. He didn''t, his spine stiff before he eventually leaned into my shoulder. No more words were exchanged, and neither of us spoke, but I rubbed his back and let go only after he straightened himself. "Thanks," he said, scowling at the floor. "I uh... I''ll enjoy the meal." A tear dripped down his cheek but I turned away. "It''s not exactly right. Your lack of tomatoes really made things difficult and the cheese variety just wasn''t up to par but it''s as close as I could get it. If you ever want more, just ask." I paused long enough to see if he had something to say but I heard the door close behind him. A sigh left my body, including the awkward feeling in my gut. Well that wasn''t the worst experience. I hope he enjoys it. Now, onto another stop, and if I was lucky, nothing crazy would happen. Maybe. *** When Syrreisha said that the crowds would be packed together, I had underestimated just how true the statement was. Even from several blocks out, a veritable horde of people were in a giant line of four-shoulders deep stretching toward the healer''s guild. Surprisingly, it wasn''t just the adventurers and more average-looking residents in attendance, but also the peacocks from the upper ring. Noble-kin by way of clothes and the general air around them kept to themselves in tight groups usually flanked by an individual or two on high alert. No doubt, bodyguards to accompany their charge while surrounded by the riff-raff. It took some maneuvering but I had my mask on and the enchanted earrings to hide my identity as I pushed my way to the front of the line. Complaints hurled my way were drowned by the onset of constant chatter. As I reached the gate there was a staff member, a receptionist who I''ve never met using a skill to funnel the people inside. It was an interesting ability that conjured a wall of stone that apparently had selective permeability according to the user''s will. At least I assume that was what was happening according to my senses and the lack of enchantments. "Sir, please get in line. We are sorry about the wait but we are trying our best," the woman explained, her voice flat and exhausted. My mask hid my smirk, and I pulled the flap of my collar to reveal the pin Syrreisha had given me. Upon seeing it, the woman perked up. "Oh, another healer. By the gods, thank you. Go ahead!" That declaration earned several stares but I nodded and pushed through the wall. So that''s how it works. Neat. The stone acted more like particles of sand, bending around me as I pushed through. It also explained how the receptionist maintained the skill for as long as she had. There was a small amount of mana used per activation but the stone itself didn''t require much to maintain. The mana simply moved out of the way, rather than reform. As I entered the garden, another receptionist flagged me down. I took in the colorful tents and booths filled with patients. Some were private, others were open, but each one held a staff member and a healer. "Hello," I greeted. "I''m so happy someone else has decided to show up! We''re getting swamped thanks to the dungeon disaster." I was really happy I had my mask. "Yeah, so where do you want me? Syrreisha mentioned something about a guard." The beastkin''s smile morphed into terror. Ah shit. "Oh you''re him! One moment, I''ll fetch her for you!" They took off with a sprint into the building, running as if their feet were on fire. That didn''t bode well, but I was already here. All I had to do was get through an hour or two and be on my merry way. I turned and faced the garden and watched a young elf dressed in torn leathers gently place his arm onto the table. The dog-man reached a furry paw and grabbed his arm. Golden light condensed above their heads and dripped down as a stream of golden ribbons. They split into two, each entering the healer''s hand before pushing through the elf''s body. It wasn''t much mana but the healer sank his fingers into the elf''s shoulder and squeezed tight. The elf grimace and closed his eyes as a loud snap rang out. To the elf''s credit, he didn''t cry out. He slumped forward and clutched onto the table''s edge as another snap came. The healer''s skill ended and he released his grip. "Emergency Threads," Syrreisha said from behind me. She stopped next to my side with her hands behind her back. "Tier two and merciless, but effective. We try not to send kids or more fragile folks his way." The receptionist skulked in the background, trying their best to not be seen looking our way. This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. "Galarion? Wake up, I need a link." My familiar rose from his post-food lethargy and sent a mental tendril toward Syrreisha''s aura. It connected and the link formed. "I thought you weren''t supposed to tell me about people''s skills," I said. "Why normally true, Mr. Fullern prefers we share his prowess. In his own words: ''the more fame I acquire the better the jobs.''" "Gotcha. So why did the receptionist over there freak out." She glanced at the receptionist who nearly jumped in fright. "Ignore Nenn. They were merely concerned about bothering me. With that pin you are a V.I.P." Syrreisha motioned to follow and lead me deeper into the garden. We went past the booths and toward the private tent before taking a detour down a hedged path blocked on both sides with emerald walls filled with a variety of flowers. "This is a little private, are you sure about this?" She didn''t answer and I stopped walking. It was faint, at the very edge of my perception but I noticed a blip of mana graze my senses. "Galarion. If anything attacks, crush their mind," I ordered. This time, my familiar rose to full alert. The chances of Syrreisha leading me into a trap was pretty low; she had the trust of Teddy''s parents. But it didn''t hurt to be cautious. Especially considering Celenae''s comment about how there has never been a need for a bodyguard. Syrreisha stopped, turning around slowly with her hands pushed together as if in prayer. "My apologies, Cyrus. I understand if you choose not to associate with the healer''s guild after today." "You want to tell me what''s going on?" I said while readying my mana. "It was a favor requested by a close friend, one of whom I trust with my life. And I believe they know you." She hasn''t revealed my skills or vital information; I''d know. So what the fuck is all this about? The blip appeared once more but this time directly behind me. Mana rushed into my channels and I summoned my spear, swinging it sideways as Zharia appeared. The blade met a wall of roots that deflected my attack. Zharia unleashed a torrent of flames that bathed the person in golden fire but mana rushed forward and intercepted, creating a burning mass of drying wood that crumpled to the ground. But Zharia''s new skill came into play. The flames that hit dirt rose from the mass and shot into the air to form smaller fireballs. They impacted the person''s side in a barrage of miniature explosions. Mana rushed through my chest and into a second skill. Magnus appeared before me as I broke him down and activated Spirit Lord''s Invocation. Fur sprouted, crystals grew, forming all the way up arms and across my chest. I flexed and the crystal breathed with me, tasting the mana in the air. I lowered my center of gravity and kicked, launching myself at the attacker. Their form was a writhing amalgamation of roots, that settled as the tip of my blade reached their palm. They pushed it away but I was close, reaching for their head. "Stop!" they commanded. Sadly for them, whatever pressure they tried to assert over me was like a puff of air. I ignored the command and slammed my palm into their face. The crystal drank greedily as I tore the layer of mana away, stripping it from its owner''s control. The receptacles drank deep as thick power rushed to fill the containers. Fuck. Tier three. A thick tendril slammed into my chest and pushed me away, pinning me against the wall. The person''s face was exposed, revealing a woman with blonde hair and blazing emerald eyes. She looked shocked and angry. "Avaline! Continue this idiocy and I''ll drop you!" Mana surged, a deep well coming to life as the usually placid beast stretched her wings. Syrreisha had her fingers pointed with her thumb and middle finger bent. Avaline... The guildmaster of Solunaria pulled back her skill, the layers of thick bark peeling away and retreating into the ground. Zharia returned to my shoulder as I absorbed the roots holding me back. They withered and died as the energy rushed into my chest. Avaline lost her fury, holding her palm to the light as she rubbed her cheek where I had touched. But I wasn''t done. As I dropped to the ground the absorbed energy rushed down my arms and into my claws. But instead of sending the slashes out I sent them into the soil and stones below. The energy flowed and I traced it''s trajectory. Avaline stopped her idle inspection and snapped to her feet but it was too late. Roots surged and spikes as thick as my torso launched her high, slamming into her legs. Blood dripped as she crouched, having dodged the attack with only a scratch. "That... I deserve. Using my own attack against me is fitting I suppose," she grumbled as she stood up and dusted off her robes. "I meant no harm." "My chest says otherwise," I spat. She winced but a wave of green light settled over my body. It moved to repair the injury. I stood and found the ache along my ribs disappear. "Thank you," I said to Syrreisha. She nodded. "It''s the least I can do for such a mess. My apologies Cyrus. If you want me to lead you out, I will." "Hey now." Avaline interrupted. "You s-" "And didn''t think you would attack him. You promised no violence yet here we are. Silence or I break your bones." The hexagons inside Syrreisha''s eyes spread like scales along her skin. The growing tide of mana became hardened spikes that bent against an unseen wind before sharpening toward the guildmaster. Better to get this over with. "Am I still healing people?" I asked. Syrreisha turned. "Yes. If you desire I will facilitate the flow of people and stop whenever you decide. Foolish guildmaster aside, the people could use all the help they can get." I sighed and pointed to Avaline. "And her?" "She''ll be a good little bodyguard. Isn''t that right?" Syrreisha said, her voice allowing no arguments. Avaline slumped and tapped her chest where I sensed an enchanted amulet. Her face shifted into that of someone else, someone male. Her chest did the same, her breasts flattening as her shoulders broadened. Huh. She looks like Brelten now. Chapter 3: Charity Day I pulled an unused mask I had leftover from my inventory and threw it at the Brelten-Avaline. She caught it with a raised brow and I pointed at her face. "You''re wearing his face. Don''t like it." "It''s my face too you know..." she grumbled. "You''re not that handsome." She slipped the mask on and started walking as I followed Syrreisha. She led me to a surprisingly spacious open-air tent with giant cushions. As soon as we stepped in, the privacy enchantment washed over me like a curtain, revealing the numerous enchantments hidden inside the tent poles. I crouched and ran my thumb across one, feeling a tingling static dance across my nails before it entered the crystal covering. It reminded me of pressure; a dull feeling that sat in the back of your awareness until it gained in intensity. Mixed in was hints of shadow and protective soil. "This is heavily warded. All for me?" "Of course. I take my word seriously," Syrreisha replied. As I jerked my thumb toward the tag-along, she wilted and looked away. "From now on," she amended. "Riight. Anyway, if I''m done having bullshit thrown my way, I''m ready to start." Syrreisha stepped toward Avaline and gently grabbed her by the collar of her robe. "Cause any further chaos, I will ruin you. Understood?" "Yes ma''am," Avaline said. Syrreisha released her grip and waved goodbye, promising me a couple of minutes before the first patient. I didn''t need it, but I appreciated the thought. I moved onto the furthest cushion and felt around for the enchantments, finding them clearly marked. The sound suppressant was primed as was the privacy screen, but I waited before activating them. "So was there a point to all this?" I asked, turning to face Avaline who stood just behind me. "You know in my many years of being tier three, I rarely fear things the way I used to in my youth. But her? You learn to fear the healer whose entire life''s work is to know a person''s body in order to mend their injuries.You fear them because they know every conceivable way to make it hurt." "So what you''re saying is that I need to learn how to torture people. Sounds doable. Think I should start today?" "You got humor in you whelp. Good that you have some bite." "Call me whelp and I will sick Nathan and Anastasia on you. I have no qualms weaponizing their insanity." Avaline''s reaction was hard to understand with the mask, and Galarion kept himself in check. But there was a brief shudder through her body at the mention of Teddy''s parents. "I¡¯d rather not," she said. Mana flowed from my chest and twisted together to form the threads. two went through my hand, activating the privacy enchantments. The third connected with Verdant Healer. The enchantments were surprisingly intuitive. With a thought, the one distorting our forms excluded Avaline from its effect, allowing her to be visible while I was not. ¨¢ine appeared and landed on my shoulder, her wings tickling my ears. She glared at the guildmaster but that was all. "A spirit, nature based. Summoning skill... I''d guess familiar type. Very pretty." I cocked my head. "You don''t know my skills? Didn''t Brelten put in a report about me?" "There was one but he sabotaged it from the network. Now all I know about you is the creative but stern warning from my dearest baby brother." "Just how old are you lady? Eighty? Brelten''s old to me so if you''re calling him a baby, what''s that make you?" Silence reigned for a long minute. A minute I spent with ¨¢ine discussing different scenarios. End of the day, we weren''t here to reveal ourselves, but it wasn''t like we''d ignore a kid in desperate need of help. Not that anything should happen. I doubt Syrreisha would allow a fuck up. Avaline cleared her throat. "Can you tell me why the dungeon went berserk and trapped my adventurers?" Her voice was calm and emotionless, a perfect neutral tone that offered no accusation. "You want the semi-truth or the lie?" "Both." Huh. "The lie, no idea. Some crazy interaction between me and the Grand Weave, that''s all." "And the semi-truth?" "Hmmm. The Grand Weave paid extra special attention to me and the dungeon reacted poorly. It was thrown in time out for a little bit. That''s all." Galarion stirred, his tentacle protruding from my forehead to point toward the tunnel. "Incoming." Avaline didn''t react to the creature living inside my skull but I knew she could detect the mana. The privacy enchantments were meant to keep things hidden that were inside the bubble. And with her being only a couple of feet away, she had full access to probing the mana I exuded. But she kept silent and kept her arms to her side, almost a statue as the first patient hesitantly entered the tent. Avaline motioned for the cushion and he sat down. He was human, and young; around fifteen at best. His tanned skin held the whisper of a beard along with a gnarly pimple below his right eyebrow. But more noticeably was the deep bags under his eyes and the stress lines around his face. "I was directed here for some healing?" he asked. He stared at Avaline and scratched the back of his head. "It''s supposed to be free right? I can''t really pay." Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. Avaline didn''t respond. "Testing, can you hear me?" I asked, after messing with the enchantments further. "I can," Avaline answered. The kid showed no reaction to my voice but he jumped a little when Avaline spoke. "Just tell him to stick his hands forward." "You don''t need to know what''s wrong with him? It''s common to assess injuries then diagnose." I shrugged. "I''m good. This is training, better to figure it out as we go along." Avaline cleared her throat and addressed the confused man. "Place your hands forward. Do not activate skills while the treatment is in process." "Oh, uh okay. But it''s not my hands its my leg I-" "Extend your arms," she commanded. He gulped and complied, nearly tipping over as he rushed to push his arms through the air distortion. His head drooped low and twitched while struggling to maintain his arms forward. "Ready?" I asked. ¨¢ine nodded and jumped onto my lap. She stood on the edge of my knee and reached for his pinky. Her fingers squeezed his and he jumped back with a gasp. It didn''t matter, ¨¢ine had made the connection and the thread connected to her wrist as a leaf formed above her palm. The kid looked sheepish and avoided looking at the guildmaster as he resumed the position. ¨¢ine scanned through his body with a gentle probe of her mana, filling him with relaxing mana that visibly calmed him. He closed his eyes and she started the treatment. Pulse after pulse, the gentle stream washed over him, inefficiently healing his injury. From my familiar''s memories I was able to see the arm-length gash across his back. He shouldn''t have been moving the way he did. It was deep enough to affect his range of movement but beyond awkwardly glancing at the ground, he acted normal. Too normal. ¨¢ine finished the repair and he swayed in his seat. "Are pain resistant skills a thing? Or a perk perhaps?" I asked. Avaline hummed before tapping the kid''s shoulder. He blinked drowsy eyes as he took in his surroundings. Upon seeing the gauntlet hand on his shoulder he jumped and bowed. "I''m sorry! Thank you for healing me. If I can ever repay you I promise to do so in the future!" And like that, he took off, sprinting away without looking back. Avaline shook her head. "I recognize the idiot. Pearl. Still needs another active to advance. What was his injury? Last I know, he joined a group of other pearls to delve the dungeon''s first floor." "Arm-length laceration across his mid-back. Extending from the sacral region near the tailbone to right scapula. Approximately two coins deep?" She cocked her head and stared. "What?" I prompted. "Anatomical knowledge. Interesting, but not surprising. Celenae would have grilled you on that subject." "You going to answer my question?" She sighed. "Mid-tier rarity tank skill. Pain Shunt. As long as it''s channeled the user can actively ignore pain. That explains his appearance and the reaction." "Constant use of a skill and when you instructed him to not activate skills he dropped it. That''s when the pain hit him." "Correct. I''ll have to assign a watcher to his case. A skill like that is for the foolish. He''ll be lucky to make it past tier one." "Oh yeah, speaking of that." I summoned my adventuring badge and tossed it over. She caught it and held it to the light. "I need a new one. Tiered-up and all that." She pocketed the pearl adventuring badge and summoned an amethyst badge. I caught it and tucked it away for later. "I''ll handle your paperwork. But are you sure you want that one?" What does she-oh. Hah. "You sensed how much mana ¨¢ine used." "Healing isn''t cheap. Not usually," she countered. "Maybe, for other people." I shrugged. She motioned with her chin. "Next patient. Another adventurer. Tier one. No pain skills." Unlike the kid, the woman looked well into her forties, along with two heavily wrapped arms that extended past her shoulder and stopped halfway up her neck. "Ready?" I asked. "Ready," ¨¢ine said. *** The leaf faded from the rotation and the beastkin collapsed forward. Luckily, Avaline was there, bracing his fall with summoned roots that gently lowered him into a prone position. I couldn''t help but chuckle at the sigh; one massively furry ass sporting its freshly healed tail. Whatever happened inside the dungeon had taken its fair chomp of its prey. "You find this funny?" Avaline asked, eyeing the unconscious adventurer. "A little. Cute butt," I replied. A root snaked between his legs and dragged his undergarments over his cheeks. "Well I think I''m done. That''s what? Thirty-two? Not bad." The injuries were relatively tame at first, even the first kid with his back being minor in comparison. Syrreisha must have staggered the injury level, letting me get a feel for different wound types and increasing levels of severity. More than a few people were practically given new limbs as ¨¢ine restored entire chunks of their body and made flesh anew with magic. By the eighth patient, I finally dropped Magnus'' Spirit Lord Invocation and swapped him out for ¨¢ine''s. It was interesting to see the flames along my tail transform into a set of green shades ranging from dark grass to shining emerald. As I stretched, I traced the golden, root-like lines trailing up my arms. They connected to my chest, converging at the center. Exactly where the soul seed had anchored itself. "Syrreisha, I''m done!" I called out. Mana surged from the ground ahead and green stems broke the soil. A strange-shaped flower blossomed, one as large as a man that spread its petals revealing the head healer inside. She stepped from the flower and it wilted behind her as the dirt swallowed the flora and returned the soil unblemished. She bowed low. "Thank you for help, honored healer. The guild and the people appreciate your kindness and effort." I bowed, one not lower but enough to pay respects to the head of the guild. "My honor." Syrreisha exited the bow and smiled. "You studied." "I learned enough. What are you doing about this guy? He''s fine, and Galarion checked his head." Galarion popped out of my ear in a flash of rainbow sparkles. "Relieved! Happy! Tired! New tail to attract mate!" I slapped him back inside and scratched my ear. Syrreisha coughed into her fist and waved a hand. Grass engulfed the beastkin and dragged him away, leaving another hexagonal-shaped flower in its place. This one was slow to wilt, dying off after two dozen seconds of life. Well that takes care of that. "You have strange skills, you know that? Weird healing chair, vegetation teleportation, and I counted at least two aura skills." "You''re one to talk." "Touch¨¦." She turned her head to the side and narrowed her eyes. "Sometimes you speak funny." "I''ve been told," I chuckled. "Why was he the last patient? The guy before him was a walking corpse. Like he shouldn''t have been allowed to wait in line." "He wasn''t. As soon as he appeared we rushed him ahead of queue and gave him to you. I would have given him to someone else but your healing is uniquely beneficial for someone like him." I appreciated the discretion, but the guild master had plenty of time throughout the last few hours to examine my skill. "I knew something was off when Nelwynn didn''t collapse. Your spirit''s healing doesn''t take a toll on the body, does it?" Avaline asked. ¨¢ine bristled and I flicked a rock at the guildmaster''s head. She dodged it, but I got her attention. "She has a name. Use it," I warned. "My apologies. ¨¢ine, you are an amazing familiar. Thank you for helping my people." ¨¢ine took flight and hovered above her. She slowly reached for the edges of the mask and pulled it off, leaving a confused Avaline. Boop. ¨¢ine retreated into my chest and I stretched again, working the kinks out of my back. It was a comfortable cushion, but nowhere near the level of my beanbag. "Alright. I''m off to get some food, I''ll come back later for Galarion training?" Syrreisha winced. "I wish you wouldn''t call it training. But I understand." "Got to build him up somehow." She sighed again and stepped into another flower, leaving me alone with the guildmaster. "Well, did I satisfy your curiosity?" I asked. Avaline tapped her amulet, her face returning to normal. She pinched her cheek and massaged her jaw once the transformation ended. "I''m left with more questions than answers but yes. I believe you are not a threat to the city. And for further sanity, I will be leaving you alone." Threat? Wrath rolled in its cage and punched through the cage. I glared at Avaline who stiffened and snapped her head in my direction. "And if I was a threat?" Her eyes narrowed, a dangerous smile on her lips. "An aura skill? Interesting. It''s sloppy. A surprise considering young Theodore is your friend." She extended her own aura, a wave of pressure pressing down. But as seconds passed and I continued unbothered she tsked. "I would have eliminated you, or pushed you off to somewhere else. Don''t forget who and what I am, boy. You don''t get to my age and role without danger." Her grin morphed into a frown as I burst into laughter. "I''m so over dick-measuring contests. Go find someone else to intimidate," I said as I walked away. "Hey," she shouted. I turned and she crossed her arms. "How much mana do you have left? You should be experiencing mana-shock by now." I grinned and continued walking. "I''m about seventy-percent full." "How?!" It was all too satisfying to ignore her question as I strutted down the tunnel. Chapter 4: The Tournament For the fifth time in a dozen minutes someone bumped me with their hip. "Sorry!" Aight, fuck it. Without a word, I grabbed onto Arzurous'' fuzzy backside and hauled myself up, finding a standing position behind Igas. "That didn''t take long," Igas teased. "Yeah, yeah," I muttered. My tail unfurled from my waist and I felt the stress melt away. "That''s so much better." "It''s surprising the enchantment holds with your tail moving. Is it new?" "Teddy''s parents barged into my room, threw the new earrings at me and cartwheeled away." He patted my leg and turned around to watch the crowd. The streets were packed, more people flooding the road to the point that Arturous¨Cwho usually allowed us to cut through the crowds¨Cwas a slow moving tank in a sea of bodies. It wasn''t much further; the arena was large enough to rival the great coliseums of Rome. The stone structure was adorned with flags of different colors and grand banners with some of the well-known champions painted on. People streamed toward four lines, two for entrance into the arena itself, the third being an exit, and the fourth being sectioned off for prospects entering the tournament. It took nearly half an hour, but we moved into the first line. Before I could hop down and look for Sereza, she pushed past two men in the throes of a heated argument and waved. "Spotted you five minutes ago, but a group of teens knocked over a food cart. The idiots had to clean everything up." Sereza was in her usual style of clothes but they were different. The usually brown leather jacket now sported emerald accents and various designs stitched in. The short shirt was replaced by a darker-green hoodie showcasing various teeth and claw marks sitched in along with drips of neon-yellow thread. I whistled. "So you met Noira." She spun and pulled down her collar, revealing Noira''s emblem. "Think it looks good?" "You look amazing," Celenae said, going in for a hug. I was wearing my black hoodie for today, deciding that the subtle black and grays were better for blending in. With Sereza, the only person not sporting a designer hoodie was Igas, who preferred being shirtless. "The jacket''s different, what''s it made of?" "Hide of a Groolper. Tier two and enchanted for adventuring. With added resistance to acid using my mana. Cost a pretty coin. But sooo worth it," Sereza replied. We continued in line, and we discussed a few things before I motioned to Sereza. She followed me to the side, which, admittedly, wasn''t that private, but I''d make do. "Thanks for coming. I doubt I''ll get very far but I appreciate the thought," she started. I shook my head. "Self-doubt does you no good. Aim to melt everyone into a puddle and get those prizes." "But I can already attend the auction? My father''s connections guarantee that. Whether I want to go or not." "What about the enchanted item prizes?" "Simple. I drag you into a dangerous, crazy monster. We defeat said crazy monster. Loot the monster. And win the prize in a bet?" "So you still plan on sticking around despite everything you learned?" I teased. She produced a dead expression with equally dead eyes. "You think after telling me everything, and after having experienced everything that I would walk away? Me, who literally ran away from noble life in an effort to experience adventure and excitement?" "Fair enough," I conceded. "So I wanted to talk to you about something." Her demeanor changed and she grabbed my shoulder. "What''s wrong?" "It doesn''t have to be bad news, you know." "Yeah but..." I shrugged her off and pointed to the orange wristband on her left arm. She glanced down and held it up. "This?" she asked. "Yep. That." "What about it?" "Well..." I said slowly. "There''s been a change of plans. All the talk from Cal about things starting to ramp up had me thinking." "Okay?" The others were nearby and I knew they could hear me so I turned and addressed them as well. "I''ve decided to participate." I braced myself, ready for expressions of shock even anger. Instead, I received a series of confused head turns and more than a few narrowed eyes. "That''s it?" I demanded. "Cyrus, what exactly did you expect?" Eodyne asked. "Honestly? No idea. Figured you guys would be all weird after spending so long trying to hide things." "Are you planning on revealing yourself?" Teddy asked. "No." "Scream to the heavens that you''re a Reborn?" Isaac added. "Still no." The rogue shrugged. "Then go bash some heads in. Oh! Even better! Get your head bashed in so we can laugh!" Isaac grinned like the asshole I knew but it didn''t reach his eyes. But now wasn''t the time. "Haa, Haa. Anyway, long story short; I''m going to go register, meet you in the booth after?" "Works for us. If anyone gives you trouble just show them this crest," Teddy said as he flipped me a metallic object. It was a metal coin with his family emblem pressed into the metal. I pocketed it and gave him a thumbs-up. "Thanks. I''ll bring snacks." "You better!" Isaac shouted. As I waved goodbye, Sereza led me away from the crowd and toward the much, much smaller line for participants. "So when did you decide to do this?" she prompted. We dodged a large wolfman who crashed to the floor as people scrambled to stand up. Apparently one guy kissed another guy''s girlfriend. Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. I guess some things never change, even if the sports are replaced with magical combat duels. Sam would have loved this. I ignored the pinpoint of depression and ducked to catch up to Sereza. "Well?" she asked. "Two days ago. Charity day. I think I told you about this when you came over for dinner?" "About how the guildmaster attacked you and then spent the day deciding if you were a threat? What about it?" "That day was good training for ¨¢ine. We didn''t make a breakthrough but we learned a lot and cut down mana costs." "That''s great," she said after maneuvering around two drunken bearkins. "So you''re participating because you want to train more?" "Somewhat," I admitted. "Half of it is that, the other half is that another is what Cal mentioned and how one day I might be able to meet Sam again. And she''ll kick my ass if I''m a weakling and she''s not." Sereza grinned. "Sounds like a good friend." "She is. But another is that someone like the guildmaster could attack me. And as much training as Broken Tower has helped me with, I need some variety. More experience and all that." We stopped at the entrance of the line, only four other people were ahead of us. A pair of elven women dressed in robes, a burly dog-headed beastkin, and a gruff man dressed in full leather with a sword belted to his waist. The beastkin noticed our arrival but grunted and turned away. Not so impressive yourself buddy. We watched the crowd flow into the opened archways while chatting about mundane topics. Thankfully, Sereza had connections to all the hot gossip in the city. While I could not have cared less about some noble peacock making an ass out of himself, she veered the discussion into what to expect competition wise. The event was hosted by the Dawnborns. On any given day, fights were hosted in the arena, as was the nature of a city filled with adventurers. But an official event with prizes and the chance to slot yourself into a private event for the society''s elites? Beyond the random adventurer or commonfolk hoping to achieve glory, the nobles would be sponsoring their own members to join. It was the Dawnborns, a true noble house. Society demanded that the other houses show up one way or another and attempt to trounce the others. I nudged Sereza''s side. "Do we know what items are being sold in the auction?" "Do you care?" she responded. "Maybe. I have a funny feeling I''ll need to start preparing stuff for more than just me soon." She smirked and pushed me forward. "No idea. Not even my father knows what they have ready. Whatever they managed to loot from the recent expedition will be up for sale, but it''s the Dawnborns. They''ll have other prizes to throw in to entice the nobles." "Next!" the man shouted. He looked up from his clipboard and scanned Sereza, stopping at her bracelet. "You''re already registered, just head inside." She pointed to me. "He''s registering too." He sighed. "Name, archetype, and tier. And will you be fighting in the mask or no." "Yes?" I said. He glared and I cleared my throat. "Yes. Name is Mordred. I use a spear and elemental attacks? Tier one." "Of course another tier one. Take this, don''t lose it, bind it with your mana. When your name is called the bracelet will turn green. And remember to adhere to all rules as stated inside the coliseum. Combatants will not be able to enter the arena if not cleared by the arena master. Do not attempt to argue or fight with the arena master. Such actions will have you thrown out and banned for an appropriate amount of time, if not permanently. Are there any other questions?" His eyes lost focus as he droned on, becoming robotic and monotone during his explanation. I glanced at Sereza who shrugged. "No?" He snapped to life and shoved the bracelet into my hand. "Next!" There wasn''t anybody behind us. I put the bracelet on and inspected the enchantments. The first one I recognized as a simple color-changing rune. The second, I didn''t, but the mana gave the impression of alarm and alertness through vibration. After running my mana through the band, it adjusted in size around my wrist, and I tried to tug it loose. It stayed skin-tight. "Smart. Can''t get it caught on something." "Exactly," Sereza said. We moved inside, crossing the archway and into a flight of stairs leading downward. The main arena was above ground, but the training rooms and staging area were below street level. Much like the streets above, the underground pit was packed. It was divided into two areas, one being larger than the other by a wide margin. She led me to the largest one. "This is tier one. And the arena master is over there. She''ll ask to see your band and then give you the rules of the tournament." The woman in question was a yellow-skinned oni who looked like she could bench Igas. I whistled. "She''s a slab of beef, damn. Does she really need the pointy shoulder pads?" The pointy bits of metal nearly took someone''s eye off as he stumbled forward. But as the combatant neared, the air distorted around her shoulder and pushed him into the nearby wall. She grunted and spat on the floor before stomping the ground. All sound in the area stopped. "Listen up you idiots. The next person to start a fight without my saying so is getting punched. Do I make myself clear?!" Chapter 5: Sign-Up The arena master glared at the crowd, forcing several into submission as they tried to escape her ire. Of course, that same glare was wielded against me once I approached. She eyed my wristband and grunted before crossing her arms. "At least you''re braver than these fools." "Thanks?" I cleared my throat. "I was told to come see you about the rules?" Her eyes went blank and I recognized the reading of a system screen. "Mordred. Tier one, elemental spear. Smart enough to choose a weapon to keep people away. Range of your attacks?" I drew eyes but thankfully most of the crowd kept to themselves, whispering in hushed tones. A few openly stared, and more than half activated various skills, their mana flaring in my senses. Smart enough to pay attention to details of other fighters. Can''t blame them. Still... "Before I answer, are you able to screen our conversation?" A ghost of a smile cracked the arena master''s lips. From her back a curtain of gold-tinged mana enveloped us, creating a safe space in the middle. An elf in the corner who had activated one of his skills clicked his teeth in annoyance and slipped behind a larger man. "Out with it," the arena master demanded. "Varying ranges. I prefer mid-range but I can attack from afar if needed. It''s the same for close range as well. Though I use my spear in that case." Her eyes narrowed. "Elemental. What kind?" And that was the dangerous question. To my right, Sereza shifted, subtly pressing her foot against mine. "Well?" she pressed. Thankfully, I already had an answer ready. "If I just said multiple types?" "Not good enough. List them. If you''re using them in my arena, then I''ll need to know. If not, leave." Fine, lady. "Fire, water, wind, lightning, nature. I also use non standards, blood and crystal." For a beat, she silently stared. Her eyes slowly narrowed until they became nearly-closed slits. "If you''re lying to me..." "I''m not," I interrupted. "I meant what I said." "Bah!" she grumbled. "And here I thought you were one of the smart ones." "Is there a problem?" "Yeah, a fool decided spreading himself thin with crappy affinities is good enough to compete. Don''t go crying when you''re face down in the pit." The change-up was unexpected. There was hostility in her voice and anger that bubbled off my own. But she was wrong, and I didn''t feel like correcting her. "You fighting with the mask?" "Yes." She snorted and pointed to the wall behind her. On a metal placard, a long list of rules were listed. The biggest one being the line at the top. "Rule one. The most important rule in this arena. Intentional killing of your opponent will get you banned and arrested. You may shed blood, but this is not the place to settle life feuds. Am. I. Clear?" "Yes," I nodded. "Rule two. When your name is called, your bracelet will glow. You have till the third buzz to arrive here. If you fail to show you will be banned from the arena for a period of six months. No exceptions. I don''t care what rich daddy or mommy is packing your pockets. And if for whatever reason you get the idea to bring them to the arena to argue on your behalf, I''ll split their skull and spank you bloody." A whistle almost left my lips but the glare she continued giving me kept me silent. So far, the rules were pretty standard. Peacocks were going to be peacocks but at least they got put into place like the rest. However, whether what she said held up under a real scenario remained to be seen. "Rule three! If a winner has been declared or a stop of the fight is called, continuing to attack your opponent will end in me beating you silly and banning you permanently from the arena. Exceptions will be made for rage skills on a case-by-case basis." She paused, but I shook my head. "I''m hot-headed but no rage skills." "Hmm. Rule four. Permanent damage or ever-lasting skills are banned. Curse skills are allowed if and only if they can be canceled once the battle has finished. Rule five, barrier-style enchanted gear is only allowed in the all-in matches. This tournament is not an all-in match. If you are found guilty of using said gear, you''ll be banned for six months and have your gear confiscated by the arena." She eyed my mask but I shrugged.Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. "And lastly, rule six. My word is law. Do not argue. I''m not employed by any noble house, I am employed by the kingdom. No attempts of blackmail, bickering, or begging will see me change my mind. Especially not a thousand pleasure maids. Am I clear?!" That''s oddly specific. "Yes, ma''am." "Now go. Matches start in the next half hour. The dawn brats will be making their announcement." As she finished speaking, her skill retracted and the sounds of whispering increased. Sereza tugged my sleeve and she led the way to a set of stairs. Before I reached the steps, a knock pushed against my skin, the rush of mana solidifying and dissipating as it stretched into the crowd. I spun and found a mountain of an individual staring directly at me. Their face was covered, but they grinned revealing red skin underneath a brown robe. "Mordred?" Sereza asked. I briefly turned her way. "Someone just-" But as I turned back the individual was gone. In their place, a scrawny elven woman laughed at a joke. That was weird. "Never mind, let''s get to the booth first." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, let''s go." She looked at me suspiciously but continued leading the way. The colosseum was massive, and we ended up crossing three flights of stairs and four hallways before we exited the building and onto the inner arena. This time, I did whistle. From seat to seat, the arena was packed and continued to grow as people pushed through the crowd. The noise hit like a wall, and vendors shouted from where they stood, passing down food and drinks using a plethora of skills. They varied from floating discs to glowing hands. Some like the sandwich man I saw below us would lob the sandwiches into the air, much to the crowd''s excitement. As it arc''d the people below ooed and the sandwich dropped directly into the receiver''s lap, slowing at the end as if cushioned by an invisible cloud. This repeated a few times with the crowd showing the same level of enthusiasm as the first toss. Before I could call out to the man, Sereza tugged my sleeve and pointed to a booth near the top. Teddy waved from beyond the door. "We''ll have to push some people out of the way but if we tell the attendant we''re heading for a booth, they''ll help clear the way." "Nah. This is fun. Where''s your spirit?" "My spirit? You mean my soul?" "No. I mean your spirit! Look at this? This grand arena, the smells of food and the shouting? I bet you guys sell foam fingers." "Famous arena combatants have their own merchandise vendors. For official team matches we have flags. Why would you want a foamy finger?" "Remind me later. I''ll have Galarion show you what I mean. But fine, let''s go... After I get a sandwich." "Don''t you have a crate inside Chomperz?" "Not the point!" I raised my hand and shouted. "Seven over here!" "What fillings?!" the vendor shouted back. "Surprise me!" He grinned and rifled through his box. One by one the sandwiches flew and landed directly into my arms. The crowd cheered for every one and when the seventh landed it came with a small tray attached. I had seen its effect earlier, so I dropped seven silver and grinned. The tray took off, spinning into the air as it returned to the vendor''s box. He looked down and counted the coins. Before I could turn away, he jumped and held out his hand. "Woah! Let me grab your change!" "No need! Enjoy the matches," I said while saluting with one of the hefty subs. By the time we slipped into the horde, more people were demanding their own flying sandwich delivery. It took some shoving and more than a few liberal uses of our tails as bludgeoning devices till we entered the upper layer. The crowd of people was thinner here, more than likely due to the booths containing the VIPs and their bodyguards standing outside the doorways. An arena attendant bee-lined toward us, a fake smile plastered on his face. "May I be of assistance, sir, mam?" he asked. I pointed to Teddy, who stood outside our booth. "We''re good." His face paled and he backed away while bowing low. After shoving one of the subs into Teddy''s hand, he shut the door behind us. Enchantments activated and created a lattice over the door. "Who wants a sandwich?" Everyone raised their hands, so I tossed them randomly. The last one, I prodded Sereza''s cheek before she begrudgingly accepted the offering. Arturous roared and I summoned a glazed ham and shoved it into his maw. "There, now we''re all settled." "How was Myol in the flesh?" Isaac asked between bites. I plopped onto the couch and kicked my feet up on the cloud chair. "Who?" "Arena master. The Sunlight Berserker? I heard she and Brelten battled once, the arena had to be remade." "No nonsense and serious. She seemed to like me up to the point of me listing my attack types." "You mean what elements you use?" Celenae cut in. "Yep." "How many did you list?" Sereza sat on another couch and pointed her sub like a dagger. "Everything but shadow and astral. Of course she thought you were foolish." I shrugged and bit down. The thing was packed with meats and colorful veggies. They were okay, a little spicy, but the sauce was the magnum opus. The creamy bolognese melted on my tongue, and I closed my eyes. That lasted long enough for Teddy to tap my shoulder. "What?" "Most idiots who have that many elemental types are ones who filled their slots with skills with low affinity. The rarer cases with skills having multiple affinities is restricted to usually three to four at most. Her reaction is understandable." "Sure, but my affinities are all one-hundred percent. I''ll make her spit blood or something along those lines. Prove to her I''m not an idiot or well, less of an idiot then she thinks." "Earth has some weird sayings," Igas mumbled. "This coming from the man who kept repeating ''stuck your foot in it?''" He tore a chunk from his sandwich and turned away. "So what do you plan on doing?" Teddy said while shaking his head. "I know you want to fight, but exposing the amount of familiars you have will draw a lot of attention. Especially from the nobles." I shrugged. "Simple. I''ll just do this." My mana threaded itself into Verdant Healer and I directed the energy into my hood. I leaned forward to accommodate the individual forming behind my head and smiled. "Cyrus?" Sereza asked. "Yes?" "Do what? You said it in a way like you were going to show us something and then randomly smiled." I tsked and wagged my sandwich. "Listen, if you''re accompanying me on any adventures, you''re going to have to work on your mana sense." "Hey! I''m decent, I''ll have you know. And not everyone has super senses." "¨¢ine pop out and say hello," I directed. My familiar complied and patted my hair down and shoved her head outside my hood. She gave everyone a quick wave before slipping back into the comfortable roost she settled for herself. "Was she always there? Were you expecting trouble?" "Nope," I said, shaking my head. "I just summoned her." Like the sun rising from behind pitch-black storm clouds, the lights went on, and I heard the mental ding inside her head. "Ooooooh. Damn, that''s useful." "Exactly. And any familiars outside of Zharia, I''ll fuse with before they form. I''m sure it''ll get some suspicious looks but it shouldn''t be hard to play it off. What they don''t know can''t hurt them after all." "Smart. Deception is preferred. But don''t be afraid to lose. You will be able to attend the auction no matter the outcome," Eodyne lectured. "Yeah, yeah. I''m eager, not stupid. Anyway look there, isn''t that Isaac''s dad?" "What?!" Isaac exclaimed He stood up and pressed against the glass, tendrils sprouting from his back. "He''s early. He''s never early." "Calm," Teddy soothed. "Sit down. It looks like we''ll find out in a second." The rogue gnashed his teeth and reluctantly tore himself away from the glass. As he sat, a golden platform pushed Isaac''s father into the sky. He stopped about thirty meters above the ground and tapped his earring that glowed with silver gemstones. "Good afternoon, wonderful citizens of Solunaria. Is everyone excited to see the fights of today?" Chapter 6: It Has Begun! "The damn showboat can''t get enough of this. Look at the gleam in his eyes. He''s lapping it up!" Isaac growled. I shared a look with Teddy, who shook his head. He reached toward a rune circle on a nearby table and tapped a glowing rune. The noise from the crowd amplified and the cheers sounded as if they were in our very ears. But when Isaac''s father spoke once more, the cheering lowered in volume and his voice was as clear as day. "It seems we are properly enthused! Well, don''t worry. I won''t keep you all from the entertainment. But first, an important announcement has to be made¨Cone concerning our brothers and sisters of Helio." Judging by the crowd''s noises, half became solemn, while the others continued to ignore or were confused by the statement. Isaac''s father spun in place, commanding attention as his clothes glowed with a subtle radiance that outshone the sunlight bathing the arena. "For those unaware, tragedy has struck our kin. The great city, Helio, was attacked by a malevolent force that sought to bring the city to ruin." His voice was somber, drawing sharp inhales from the crowd. "So that''s how they planned to address this... No doubt he volunteered to be the bearer of bad news. That slimy basta-" Igas stood up and placed his hand along Isaac''s shoulder. He said no words, but Isaac quieted and returned to his seat, albeit begrudgingly. Through the din of shouts of outrage and fury, one voice suspiciously and clearly overcame the rest. It was a woman''s, but the speaker was impossible to make out. "What monstrosity would harm our people?! Who was it?!" Isaac''s father dropped his head, but his shoulders remained stiff and unbending. "A foreign evil outside our realm. It fought our gods and spawned a terrible being inside a dungeon in the very depths of our city. It sought to take over their minds and fill our land with more of its abominable monsters," he stated. The outrage grew and stomping slammed the arena steps. But Isaac''s father held up a hand and drew in a swirling ball of light that lifted into the air. It floated above his head and expanded to the size of a car. He snapped and the orb exploded into streams of dust that shimmered into a floating illusion of Elanor and her guards accompanied by Panasia. They sported blood on their armor and her fur but without injuries beyond superficial scratches. It painted a regal picture, but one that had seen battle. "Through heroic effort and sacrifice, they have brought the monster''s reign to an end and freed the city." The image shifted, displaying them in combat with hooded figures sprouting tentacles that looked only vaguely similar to the real thing. Isaac''s father cleared his throat and motioned to the illusion. "Let''s not focus on the scum that brought trouble to our people. Instead, we recognize the pride of our great kingdom and the tenacity of us all in the aftermath of such an encounter." The image shifted again, displaying citizens accompanied by guards helping rebuild buildings and mending injuries. One particular image of a child stood out just slightly separated from the chaos of it all, smiling at a guardsman and clutching onto a toy as her cheek was bandaged. I whistled. "I didn''t know you guys used this level of propaganda. So who decided this? Allaron?" Teddy sighed. "It''s better to reduce the mass panic. The main point is that what he said wasn''t a lie. Everything uttered from his lips was technically a truth. And the kingdom can direct the rising anger into excitement." "And draw sympathy for the kingdom''s forces while further cementing its ties to its citizens. Watch; next he will make a statement about sending today''s profit toward the repair of Helio and its people," Celenae added. "Just another opportunity to further the house''s interest. The nobles look good and don''t get questioned as to why they weren''t there to help," Isaac snarled. Isaac''s father dropped the illusion, drawing the light toward himself and subtly increasing the glow from his clothes. He stood like a shiny beacon once again, commanding attention as he clasped his hands. "There is much to regret and more to look forward to. We cannot change the past, but we can inspire the future. With that said, the Dawnborn house has come to a decision, one that we feel is only fitting given the circumstances," he paused and exhaled slowly. A bright smile crested his face. "It has been decided that the arena will donate all proceeds from today''s event to Helio. A donation that we of house Dawnborn will match, gold for gold, silver for silver!"Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. "Looks like you were spot on," I whistled. "It''s a smart play that draws the other houses," Celenae said. "What do you mean?" She pointed to the roaring crowd. But her finger moved to a booth, one sporting a house crest. "The other houses will have to step up or risk their reputation." "And by doing so, he makes the Dawnborns look better," Teddy added. "With them being forced to donate help, more goodwill will be attributed to the one who started the chain. It''s an inconsequential price to pay with much to gain." Figures that this world''s politics aren''t lacking. Then again, Earth politicians don''t have the option to send living tactical nukes in the guise of one mortal. Inoria one Earth zero. "He''s not done," Isaac grumbled. "He doesn''t settle for getting one over the others. He wants his crown." "Huh?" Isaac gestured to his father, who clapped and hushed the crowd. "But that is not enough. Of course, we will send relief to Helio and help return normalcy to the lives of those who deserve it, but there is more." He increased his glow again, stretching his mana throughout the arena and adjusting the light toward himself. "To that end, our house has also decided to donate a part of the proceedings from the grand auction hosted after the tournament. What is the use of wealth without the people to enjoy it? Know that we are here and we stand united for our great kingdom. With that said, I shall excuse myself and waste no more of your time." The crowd exploded, and Teddy tapped the enchantment, adjusting the sound. "Let the tournament... BEGIN!" Isaac''s father disappeared in an explosion of light, and trumpets played, followed by the resounding echoes of thousands of people stomping their feet. "So I have a question," I said. "Yes?" Teddy asked. "So we know elemental affinities and skills can affect one''s personality. Was Isaac''s father always that dramatic?" Silence reined until Isaac snorted and exploded with laughter. He wiped a tear from his cheek and grinned. "From the day he was born. I heard he came out of the womb farting light beams!" Isaac continued to guffaw and everyone else politely stuffed their mouths with their sandwiches until he calmed down. Despite the grand announcement, the first combatants still took a minute to appear. Tier two, they looked like ordinary adventurers who fought with casters shaped like wands. The elf on the left used a combination of fireballs and stone missiles while he roamed the field upon an ever-moving mound of dirt. But the woman he was against wasn''t a slouch either. She commanded walls of mist and whips of water that lashed the projectiles out of the air. Skills were casted and mana was sent flying; the crowd ate it up, cheering with each attack and miss. The battle came to an end when the woman caught a large boulder and whipped it toward her opponent. Unfortunately for her, she missed the stone smashing into her knee as she jumped to the side and slipped. At once, a barrage of rocks pummeled her into the dirt and the bell sounded.. A ring of light appeared around her body and she slowly stood up. She cradled a broken arm against her chest and bowed. The man returned the gesture and strode out of the arena with his head held high while the woman slunk toward the side exit. Sereza nudged my arm. "Healers are ready, funded by the arena. The ring of light is a pain-soothing skill to help blunt the pain." "Makes better showmanship if you can ignore your injuries and smile," Igas added. After the first exhibition match, a feline beastkin took to the skies and hovered above the arena. She hyped the crowd and announced the participants of the next duel. The fights raged for nearly an hour, mostly tier ones, leaving the tier twos sprinkled in between. Surprisingly, the tier ones were sometimes better than the tier two matches. The tier twos had more effects, but most fought with a level of reserve and control that was outshone by the desperation of the tier ones. Skills flew and weapons clashed. There was an eclectic mix of element types, with light and fire being the most common. I tapped Celenae''s shoulder after another tier two fight concluded, resulting in an elf woman removing her sword from the beastkin''s throat. "I''ve noticed something," I said. "And that is?" she replied. "Well, its Solunaria. So fire and light, super common, a good third of the population seems to have it." "Correct. Many speculate it''s the bloodlines of the people or the ambient mana in the land that pushes children''s affinities toward those two elements." "Ok. But I''ve noticed that humans tend to favor light and fire more than the elves. I think sixty percent are human? And amongst the elves, there''s a heavier mix of earth and plant-related skills." "Ah." She smiled and summoned a book to her hand. She flipped to the correct page and showed me a massive graph. "If you remember, the history of Solunaria is that it was made of elves and humans during the start of the kingdom. There are a lot of half-elves because of that, but that''s beside the point. Us elves come from the Deep Woods, the grand forest bordering the Golden Plains. This is why the bloodlines theory is the most popular. Almost all elves in the kingdom draw lineage from the forest. And because of that, it''s more common to see our kind with an affinity towards plants and the earth." "But not always?" She closed the book. "No. Sometimes, you have oddities. Like a Dawnborn with a near one-hundred percent affinity toward shadow." Isaac stuck out his tongue and I lobbed an ice-cold drink at his face. He flipped me off and popped the cap, returning to his glaring at the fight below. "Or an elf who uses crystal skills?" I nudged. "Yes. Or that. Nothing is set in stone, no matter what the theories say." "Hmmm. I bet I could ask Cal. I''m sure he''d be able to confirm things." Celenae winced and I caught flinch as she reached for a drink. "I suppose he would." My eyes narrowed. It wasn''t like her to shy from confirming knowledge. "Or I don''t. It''s not like I''ll be able to ask him anytime soon." She politely smiled and sipped at her drink. The matches continued, the victors returning to the under arena and the losers leaving via a side exit. One of the more notable matches was from the hooded figure, a tier one surprisingly. The combat started and ended with a single punch. The flaming fist smashed the burly beastkin into the wall where he remained. Some booed at the lack of a show while others cheered at the uniqueness of the duel. Strangely enough, they looked up before the figure left the pit, seemingly peering into the booth. "Do you know them?" Teddy asked. "Not a clue. But they did stare at me weirdly when we left to find you guys." "Hmmm, I''ll keep an eye on them. The punch was impressive." Yeah... I settled in and reached for another drink, but Sereza suddenly stood up. She examined the glowing bracelet and exposed her fangs as she grinned. "Finally!" Chapter 7: Quick Finish "You ready?" I asked. Sereza nodded. "Since yesterday. Although, if I lost in the first match, I might have to jump off the third ring." I willed my inventory to open and launched the summoned Warhead at her ear. Her tail smacked it into her hand and she swallowed the candy, wrapper and all. "That''s not... Nevermind. You''re not going to lose. Just try not to melt too many limbs. Don''t want you disqualified for being too effective." She spit out the wrapper and gave me a double thumbs-up. Arturous snuck in a lick as she bolted out of the booth, shutting the door behind her. "Well, are we betting?" "What? Not so confident she''ll win? Was all that bravado?" Isaac teased. "Listen, buddy, I''m not above squirting hot sauce into your food. You know that''s not what I meant." "Hmmph. I bet her opponents a beastkin. Brawler type." "Elven rogue, physical enhancements," Eodyne chimed in. Igas tapped his chin and shrugged. "Beastkin, archer." I turned to Teddy, who stared beyond the booth and down into the pit below. "And you? Any guesses?" He turned and smiled. "Human, and caster. I think the arena would love to pit those two together." "Why''s that?" "Whoever strikes first. Either Sereza goes down in an explosion of mana, or she slams a dagger through their neck and forces a victory." "You okay?" His face softened and he reached for Arturous, deftly avoiding the clumps of sticky honey and saliva to run his fingers through his fur. "I am. I was just thinking that my parents were surprisingly tame this morning." Isaac bolted to the edge of the couch, eyes wild. "By the gods, I didn''t even think of that. Why aren''t they here? There''s no way they didn''t know he would be making a grand speech. Are they sick? Did Cyrus do something to them?!" "Thankfully not. I believe they are being more careful about how much they disrupt. I think Uncle Allaron talked with them. I saw his crystal in their study the other day." "Well, that''s boring. They should have crashed the ship. Preferably on top of him." An exchange of banter lasted for another minute, but the others stopped when the announcer came to life. "Fine folks, and citizens of Solunaria! On the left field, a member of our proud city and a registered adventurer. A lady who knows how to pick her poison! Sereza!" I clapped and cheered, adding my voice to the cacophony. Celenae had the betting board ready as the announcer motioned to the other side of the arena. "On the right field, an up-and-coming adventurer who''s eager to prove himself! A martial talent who wields flames as easily as one breathes! The great, and the mighty; Lute!" The others groaned. Teddy had an easy smile as he basked in the others'' complaints. "Told you. I''m guessing neither of them has visited the arena before and they don''t have much to go on. If either of them wins, it''ll help showcase their skills and settle them into the proper pools to be seeded." I pointed a finger at the emerging robed man. "This isn''t exactly fair for Sereza." "Maybe not, but I suspect that they believe she''ll be the winner. And a victory hard-earned goes a long way to drawing the crowd''s favor." "And why do you say that?" He smirked. "Just a hunch." I groaned. "Alright. Well, I''m not betting if she''ll kick his ass or not. I know she will." Nobody argued against my statement and we moved to the edges of our seats to see the two combatants meet in the middle. The floor was covered in a light layer of sand that rested atop the stone underneath. The painted lines marking the two arena halves were visible but as far as I saw during the previous duels, there was no limit on where a fighter could move. The young man held out a staff and gave it a lazy spin. Flames sprouted from the tips and spread up his arms to iluminate the scraggle of a beard hanging from his chin. He looked young, but if he was tier one, it had to count for something. His body was toned and fit, his stance confident. Unfortunately for him, Sereza was a devilish beauty who ignored him to wave at the crowd. When she stopped near the middle, her tail flicked and dripped acid onto the sand by his feet.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. It hissed and gray vapor rose as the wind blew, sending the acrid air into his face. "I''ll take you down in ten seconds. Your tail won''t even come close," he taunted. Sereza shrugged and slid her daggers free. She casually dipped it into a vial along her bandolier and backed away as the first gong chimed. Her opponent scowled but did the same, the flames growing as they stretched higher into the air. "So. Ten seconds, right?" Isaac asked. "Could be nine, to really prove a point. It''s only a hundred meters." I shook my head. "Ten." "What''s your reasoning?" Celenae asked. "To prove a point." The second chime rang, and the crowd cheered, the excitement going strong even after hours of nonstop matches. While her opponent continued to build the flame, Sereza bounced from one foot to the next, her tail lowering as she stretched. He''s going to use most of his mana on one big attack. What an idiot. As Sereza leaned forward, arms by her side, the third chime rang and the crowd audience exploded. Within the first second, the man swung his staff forward and the flames leapt from his arms and rushed down his staff. The fire at the tip pooled together into a massive ball of angry mana that singed the air. "Burn!" the young man shouted. My eye twitched. He actually shouted burn? Ughh... Sereza continued forward, a green shadow as she swerved out of the way. But the man swung his staff and the ball changed directions, forcing itself into her new path. Seven seconds left. She lowered her head and raised her daggers. The fire rolled across the ground, leaving behind a trail of glass. Six seconds. The two collided, and the ball exploded, flames billowing in a cascade across the ground. They entirely engulfed Sereza¡¯s form, her body invisible underneath the glowing mana. Five seconds. The audience hushed as if on bated breaths; they watched the flames lick and spark and pop. With slow confidence, he spun his staff and directed the flames again, spreading it sideways. "Never had a chance," he chuckled. Four seconds. "Idiot," I muttered. He couldn''t see it, so affixed on the flames below. But I already knew what to look for, and it was unmistakable, even with the fire drawing the audience''s attention. His smile began to drop and he swung his staff, shoving the flames aside. Three seconds. There was no body. "What is this?!" Two seconds. I cheered as loud as I could and the others relaxed. Before the fool could shout something idiotic, Sereza dropped her skill. The cloud of green materialized with her blade at his throat and her other arm around his waist. One. He crashed to the ground and froze. Sereza''s dagger drew blood, as did her tail, which had impaled his hand. It wasn''t deep, but she only needed to draw blood. "Ten," she whispered into his ear. Her voice was magically amplified and broadcasted throughout the arena. "Learn to look up. It''ll keep you from getting killed." His lips parted, but in the next second, his eyes rolled back and spittle shot out. Sereza released him and stood up; the crowd was silent until she bowed. It took some time for the audience to process what she had done, but noise returned to the arena when their brains caught up. Some cheered, some booed and I shoved another piece of candy in my mouth. "Told you," I teased. "Yeah, yeah. It''s not like we doubted her," Isaac grumbled. As nice as it was for the crowd to see the vanishing trick Sereza pulled off, the fight was too short to truly sate their bloodlust. By the time she left through the winner''s side, they had already moved on and found other things to discuss. The young man was lifted by a grasping vine and dragged through the loser''s tunnel¡ªone of the roots having separated and stabbed into his arm. I sent the memory to ¨¢ine for her to think of later and continued to eat the rest of my food. It wasn''t long before a knock chimed through the door and Sereza was allowed inside. As she did, she bowed and plopped into her seat. "That was fun," she said. "You looked great out there," Celenae remarked. "Good to show the young and stupid the error of their ways," Eodyne added. I tossed over a few more pieces of candy. "What poison did you use? I don''t remember the paralytics making their eyes roll back." She stuck one of the candies in her mouth and started to suck before she fidgeted with one of the flasks along her bandolier. After tossing it over, she relaxed and pointed with her tail. "New blend. Specifically keeps them breathing but cuts off enough circulation to make them pass out. For a tier one, his constitution is shit." "He might have been in mana fatigue as well. There''s a good chance he threw everything he had in that attack," Teddy said. "Idiot." "That''s it? The fireball wasn''t that big." I ignored the pointed looks and helped ¨¢ine exit my hoodie. She flew over and booped Sereza''s nose before diving into the cup of cold juice I had prepared. "Thanks, ¨¢ine," Sereza said. She received a tiny thumbs-up and we all watched the fairy slip her body into the sweet extract. "Anyway," I said, drawing attention away from my familiar. "Was the next round explained to you?" "Yes. The arena master sort of grunted at me before I left, but she basically said that the next set of matches would start after the first. The third will be held tomorrow, along with something more elaborate to whittle down the final batch of contestants. I''m assuming the third day will be the semifinals, and the fourth will be the grand finale, followed by the reward ceremony and a party." "Four-day tournament? Not the worst way to spend the week. What do you think is elaborate enough for this?" "A death match?" Isaac offered. Igas buried him in a headlock and Teddy shook his head. "Probably something more open-ended then one on one duels. It''ll have to be entertaining enough while drawing speeding things along. After all, the tournament isn''t the real draw of this. It''s the auction after." It made sense. Another half hour passed and I felt the runes activate along my bracelet before it lit up. I watched it pulse and send a polite jolt across my skin before the enchantment died and the glow continued. I stood up, collected ¨¢ine from her juice bath, and headed for the door. "Cyrus," Teddy called out. I turned and he gave me an easy smile. "Kick butt." I chuckled and pushed the door of the booth open. "Sure. And don''t let Sereza eat my fries!" "Hey!" I heard her call out before the door shut and sealed the room. I made my way through the crowd, drawing a few excited eyes as they noticed my bracelet. When I reached the under arena, the bracelet pulsed once more, the second jolt slightly stronger than the previous. There were fewer combatants, a good majority having gone through their first match. Those who were left glared my way. I ignored them and stepped toward the arena master. She snarled and jerked her thumb to the left tunnel. "Get your ass moving. And don''t do anything stupid," she growled. It was tempting to salute, but I kept my sarcasm contained and walked down the tunnel. At the midway point, I summoned my spear and ran mana through the shaft. Poison collected at the tip and I twirled it around as I started to whistle a tune. "Either a fool or a genius. An elemental prodigy in the making! Welcome the newcomer, another registered adventurer. Mordred!" Chapter 8: The Great Thunder Serpent! Even with the hum of my whistle filling my ears, the crowd drowned the noise in an avalanche of sound. Sunlight filtered through, drawing my gaze upward into the open sky. It was... terrifying. From afar, the people looked like giants, with me the little ant trapped on the ground. Some cheered, others booed. More than a few seemed to be screaming for no reason other than to add to the revelry. Didn''t think this one through, did yah? I lowered my head and approached the middle. Each step ran a jolt of excitement that slowly built a charge in my chest. My spear continued to spin, and a few pointed to my weapon. It was strange, but it wasn''t the weirdest thing they''d have seen. One of the competitors in the earlier matches used what was essentially a metal version of a pompom and won their duel. As I came to a stop, I stared at the other entrance. Did I walk out too early? I stopped messing around and rested my weapon on my shoulder. My tail flicked, the illusion holding up. Currently, all the audience would see was a long furry tail. What they thought about my horns, I wouldn''t know, but the illusion made them appear bone-white and solid rather than the clear crystals they normally were. Thankfully, they couldn''t see behind my mask. I would look a lot less cool if they saw me clicking my fangs. Another minute passed and I shifted my feet. Where''s the basta- "Apologies for the delay, but it was well worth it. Today we have a returning face that some of you know. From a crippling defeat to spark a seven-month journey to refine themselves. They are the flashy caster we know and love! Eldredge the Thunder Serpent!" Accompanied by the peals of thunder, the right entrance exploded with mana that whipped at the sand and churned a storm that stopped just shy of touching me. My eyes narrowed at the emerging beastkin sporting electric-blue scales. A little on the nose there... The Thunder Serpent rushed through the arena and jogged to a stop a few meters away. Their purple tongue slid from their mouths as they held up their hands and released a wave of crackling electricity. The sparks dripped down, touching their leathered frills and sank through their scales. They drank in the cheers and looked toward me. "Sorry about this. Bad luck to be matched against me for your first match, but there''s always next time." It was entirely condescending, but it toed the line. I grunted and lowered my spear. "Was the thunder necessary?" "Certainly. How else would I greet the crowd? They''re giving me their thunderous applause, it''s only fitting I return the same." "Names Mordred. I hope you''re ready." "Of course," Eldredge bowed. "I''ll ensure your defeat is swift and painless." I shook my head, and sighed as Eldredge backed away. Mana rushed through my veins, and I held the trigger, my familiar waiting inside my soulrealm. Eldredge raised their arm, one hand extended into the sky, the other with their palm facing toward me. I saw the mana build in the center of their hand, and a tendril of hardened air snaked around their back and blanketed around them like a cloak. One theory was that their skill required them to draw real lightning from the skies. But the mana held no indication of doing so, and the sky was bright and clear. The second theory, and the one I thought was more likely true; was that the stance was nothing more than a facade. Either way, it wouldn''t save them. Not when they thought their might was strong enough to best an affronted dragon. I relaxed and stood casually. The first chime rang, and Eldredge''s scowl deepened. It didn''t stop the growing grin on my face. The cheers were drums beating against my head. When the second chime rang, I sent mana into my skill and drew my familiar out. Before his body formed, I activated Spirit Lord''s Invocation and consumed the motes. As I popped my neck, electric-blue scales ripped across my arms and down my legs. My chest gained the tightness of the armor and I breathed in the sweet air that swirled around me. "Ready to show an upstart lizard how wrong they are?" I asked.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. "They will kneel and beg for forgiveness! To dare and claim themselves your better while I am your familiar! No mercy!" Sturmrorex roared. "Alright, alright. No need to go supernova just yet. Save that for someone worthy." Sturmrorex''s displeasure tickled my thoughts, but he settled in, and I flexed my claws, feeling the wind bend around my scales. "I hope you are prepared, Mordred. This will be over soon," Eldredge said. You''re right, it will. The third chime rang and at once, their hand above their head did something. It looked like a vortex that drew in mana before the charge in his other grew to an orb the size of a baseball. Without wasting a second more to taunt or apologize, the orb sharpened into an arrow and zipped across the arena. Already, Eldredge was lowering their hand before it crossed the midline. With a flex, Sturmrorex''s skill activated and the lightning entered my thoughts like a buzzing bee. I willed it closer and it swerved. Instead of impacting my chest, I grabbed the bolt and forced it to stop before my palm. It bucked and fought my control; the energy demanded freedom and continuing momentum. Sturmrorex''s snarl brought it under rein, and I closed my fingers around the dancing electricity. Eldredge stared, slacked-jawed, as I brought the mana closer to my face. It smelled of ozone and tasted like copper. "No fucking way," they whispered. I lowered my hand and cocked my head. The cloak of hardened air around them frayed at the edges. As Eldredge snapped their jaw shut, the mana hardened further and slammed into the stone. "You-" At Sturmrorex''s urgings, I pushed mana through my arm and into the bolt. It grew in size from baseball to dodgeball It wasn''t a physical weight that pulled at my hand, but my arm stiffened at the rush and the hairs along the back of my neck stood up. "Catch," I said cheerfully. I twisted back and raised my hand high. As I lobbed it, I urged the electricity forward and watched the bolt become an arrow. It spiraled as it zipped, leaving behind a trail of thermal light. Eldredge turned, and the cloak of air intercepted the bolt, but it continued to tunnel through. Inch by inch, the attack lost its power, but enough survived by the time it breached through their skill. The electricity shot into their arm and Eldredge hissed as their side spasmed. They stomped, and mana rushed through their limb and into the ground before they sagged forward. "Y-you. Thi-think you can bea-t me at my own game?" My spear cut through the stone and started walking forward. My tail flicked, the flames underneath the illusion bristling with crackles of energy. "Is that all you got?" I teased. Eldredge raised their good arm and electricity snaked between their fingers. It was a different attack that drew upon the wind cloak around them. "You could have made this easy. What happens next is a consequence of your actions." In a flurry of light and whipping wind, they activated a skill and the electricity exploded, streamers of energy separating into five balls that led the charge. They forked and crossed, five separate attacks that surrounded me. One aimed for my head, the second my chest¨Cthe third and forth my legs, and the fifth arced over my neck and dived for the small of my back. Effective, for just about anyone who wasn''t me. I raised my arm and swiped my claws through the attack, collecting the balls and their trails like bugs in a net. After the fifth, I attached them together, bound to my palm in another whirling ball of mana. The new control feels great. Makes me wonder what tier two will bring. "Sturmrorex. We''ll have to test what we can do with water mana when we''re free. We''ll have Igas help." His approval bled through the link and I accepted his feelings concerning the mana in our grasp. It wasn''t nearly as powerful as the bolt, but then again, it was a multi-pronged attack. Eldredge backed away, retreating as I came closer. Their eyes narrowed and they watched my hand like a deer in headlights. The cowardice acted as a wet blanket and doused my excitement. I expected a battle, not whatever this was supposed to be. I sighed and activated another part of Sturmrorex''s skills. The wind at my back started to push me forward and I shaped it to mold around my legs. It was untested, but it worked like a charm. The barrier knifed through the air around us and helped remove the resistance as I started to jog faster. Eldredge kept retreating, going as far as to curve around the arena''s edge. Another attack grew, sprouting from their fingers down to their legs. But, unfortunately for them, I was pumping mana into the balls of electricity, destroying whatever the original skill was and opting for rough power rather than something fancy. Eldredge reached an end. They stopped with their backs pressed against the wall and extended their arms forward. "Take this, Monster!" I paused. Monster? Really? As the mana from their legs shot up their chest and toward their fingers, I forced the watermelon of electricity up and lobbed it forward. A curtain of brilliant blue energy rushed toward my face. I accepted the hit, feeling the energy bite my scales and singe my skin. My robes smoked and the wind around me stole it away, allowing fresh air into my lungs. "Oww," I mumbled. As I rubbed at my neck, I looked up and watched as Eldredge lay in a crumpled, twitching heap atop the arena floor. I walked forward and used the butt of my spear to prod their tail when the victory chime blasted through my ear drums. My bracelet pulsed, tightening around my wrist. "And we have a victor!" the announcer screamed. Thunder pelted my ears and it took me a few seconds to understand it was the stomping of the crowd''s feet. Again, I felt small, but there was a new feeling. Deliberately, I spun my weapon upward and lifted it high. That earned another round of cheers. It was exhilarating and new. The feeling didn''t overcome the annoyance I had at being denied a real fight, but it was nice to bask in the sound. It¡¯s like there¡¯s soda in my guts, fizzling up. I don¡¯t think you hate this, Cyrus. I lowered my spear and watched a platform of light lift Eldredge up to my knees. A sprinkle of golden dust began to sprout from the sides. When they landed on their burnt and crispy skin, they popped like fireworks before sinking into their flesh. As I walked out, ¨¢ine healed the damage to my nerves and gently patted my back. "Thanks," "Always," she replied. I adjusted my hoodie and kept my head still as I entered the under arena. Myol stood with her arms crossed, a strange look on her face. She held up her hand and I stopped. "Is there something wrong?" She squinted and leaned forward. As I was about to step back, she sniffed. What? "Hmmph," she mumbled. "Maybe not as foolish I thought you to be. Tell me, is lightning your highest affinity?" Oh. That''s what she wants to know. Still don''t know why you sniffed me, lady. I shook my head. "No. It''s not my highest." Her eyebrow lifted. "Second?" I shrugged. Myol snorted and she turned away. "Win the next fight, and I might even apologize. Now scram, whelp!" This time I saluted and marched out the door, ignoring the stares of the remaining contestants. There weren''t any cameras or screens inside the under arena, but knowing the system and all the kinds of shit magic could reproduce, it wasn''t too surprising the arena master had a way to see the matches. I was tempted to order another round of sandwiches, but more than a few people seemed to recognize me and offer me congratulations or something to say. As I entered our booth and closed the door, I was met with the incredibly neutral stares of Broken Tower, with Sereza mimicking their expression. "What? What did I do wrong?" "Cyrus..." Celenae began. Chapter 9: Public Opinion "I don''t like the way y''all are looking at me. What did I do wrong? Seriously," I said, as I crossed my arms. Celenae and Teddy shared a glance, while Isaac kept his head cocked like a curious puppy. "Cyrus," Celenae began. "Yes..." "Did you have fun?" "At first? Why?" Another shared look. My anger started to rise, but I quashed it down and waited. Eventually, Sereza sighed and shook her head. "It certainly seemed like you were having fun. Was the creepy grin intentional?" she asked. Grin? "What grin? Did my illusion fail? What the hell, I barely did anything crazy." Isaac conjured a tentacle and tapped his cheek. I reached for my own, and slowly slid off my mask. "I forget sometimes, because you''re usually a ball of wavering depression lately. But you usually smile when we spar," he commented. I frowned and stared at my mask. When it was off my face, it was perfectly normal; the prismatic ink blotches resting in the center without a guided shape to blemish the surface. "So, let me get this straight. You guys are being all weird because my mask was grinning? That''s it?" "We''re not being weird, just surprised? Concerned?" Teddy offered. "Alright, I''ll bite. What''s the issue exactly?" I said as I moved toward the couch and took my seat. The others relaxed, and Arturous snuck in a wet nose directly onto my cheek as I passed by. I playfully batted the bear''s massive snout away and shimmied over. "We''re just concerned. At least, if you''ve enjoyed yourself we can pass it off as just that," Teddy said. "I did, at first. Like I said." "When did you stop enjoying it?" Sereza butt in. "Mmm. See now if I say this out loud, it sounds a little mean." "Get on with it," Isaac snapped. "When they started cowering. Like the fight wasn''t a fight. It was them uselessly tossing techniques at me. They barely moved, their cloak was a crappy defense. Eodyne would have zipped across the arena and filled me with arrows by the time they got off one attack." "Cyrus, it''s not really fair to compare them to Eodyne. She''s a monster," Celenae said softly. "Not the point." "Except it is. You''re a monster in your own right. Frankly, the tier two''s are lucky you''re only tier one. The sad part is that I imagine you could take down a few of them even now," Isaac scoffed. I pouted. "I am not a monster." Isaac laughed exaggeratedly and pretended to nearly slip off his seat. "You were a tyrant. The poor beastkin came back from a training journey and ready to make their glorious return, and you crushed them! With their own element! You are a monster, and stop pretending otherwise. And I''m not talking about the fucking Grand Weave and the you-know-what-inity inside your soul. Just accept you were a scary bastard and toyed with your prey. It''s a good thing. Crush the idiots in the tournament. The noble houses could use some humbling." Everyone stared. Isaac''s brow twitched and he furiously shoved some food into his mouth before turning away. "He''s not wrong. It did look like you were toying with them. We were just surprised is all. We assumed you''d finish the fight as soon as possible." "I did not toy with them. Thank you very much. And I told you, I wanted to train. This whole tournament is to have some fun and get some training in. And it''s not my fault they chose to offend Sturmrorex." Eodyne pointed at me. "By choosing a unique and recognizable moniker?" I shrugged. "Bring it up with the dragon, not me." "Either way, as long as you want to continue. But maybe, understand what narrative you''re crafting for yourself." "Why? It''s not like I''ll be doing more arena fights after the tournament." "You sure?" Teddy countered. "If you continue to enjoy it, there''s no reason not to." "Fine, you got me there. But why do I care how the audience views me? And my opponents are opponents. Heel or Face, I plan on beating them anyway." "Heel? Hmmm, another word from your language. It sounded off. I''m assuming its the counterparts to who plays the good guy and bad guy?" Celenae hummed. "It''s a wrestling thing, the kind for show that''s more exaggerated and made for entertainment,¡± I explained. "And the heel is called that because they crush their enemies under their heel. A less noble and villainous act. And the face is somewhat like Teddy? Charismatic and smiling?" "Basically." "Then yes, you were the heel. The villian who crushed the returning up and coming hero with their own skills, toying with them by showing how futile their attacks were. Before the dramatic finish that involved crushing their resistance." I wagged my finger. "I didn''t do any of that, though."Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. "But that''s how it''s perceived. And do you plan on doing that throughout the tournament? If so, are you prepared to handle the reaction you''ll receive from the crowd?" A sigh left my lips, and I snuggled into the chair. "Fine. I''ll be prepared." "That''s all we were concerned about," Celenae relented. "It''s not like every opponent I''ll face will have an element I can match. I can''t fight nature with nature unless I want to reveal ¨¢ine, which isn''t likely to happen." "So you won''t just take Zharia and see if you can burn it all to ash?" Igas asked. I wisely kept my lips shut and settled in. It wasn''t like I was entirely oblivious to how I must have looked. Still an overreaction, but whatever. If anything, I''m aiming to make the arena master eat her words. Time passed after everyone settled into their seats. More of the fights were settled. Strangely enough, they lacked the oomph from before save near the very end. The match started like normal, with the buzzing enchantments flashing along the pillars toward the arena''s edge. It was when the two exited their respective tunnels did things get interesting. As the combatants took their places, I leaned forward. "Cyrus" Sereza asked. "Hey, Isaac," I shouted. The rogue downed his drink and approached. As he did, my tail wrapped around his wrist and tugged him forward, earning a growl. Before he could begin his tirade, I pointed to the combatant on the right field. "Does that guy look familiar to you?" "What? What do you me-oh. Huh. I''ll be damned. He''s the idiot who attacked you." "The vigilante?" Sereza said, pushing Isaac aside to get a look. "Yep. Your would-be-hero. I recognize the face. I''m surprised he''s up here and not down there being stupid," I said. Isaac snorted. "He probably wised up. If someone like you can take him down, he''d never survive the underground." There was a pause, but I shook my head. "Your words lack bite when you were just saying how much of a monster I was earlier. Do better." He grumbled and returned to his seat, to which Arturous gleefully plopped his head onto his lap, effectively sealing the rogue''s future for the next half hour. "You weren''t kidding, he is handsome," Sereza mused. "Into pretty boys are we?" I teased. She smacked my tail with hers, sending a jolt up my spine. Though she didn''t come out of the exchange unscathed, I saw the wince. Serves you right, my bones are harder than your bones. "So what happened to him after we returned topside?" "Honestly? No idea. Isaac took care of it, dropped him off with some carriage that brought him to wherever he lived. And that was it. He looks better in the all white get-up. Fits him better than cosplaying as a hobo Batman." "You''re saying funny words again." The announcer cleared his throat before I could respond, and I focused on the pit below. "He may be the youngest of his siblings, but that has not diminished his heart. The sword he wields is for justice and the safety of others. The valiant, the brave; our latest hero in the making! Vincent Vallentius!" That was a noble house, but one of the more minor ones. As far I could recall, the house head was the last of his Legacy lineage; meaning that he was unmarked by the Weave. And he was the sole survivor despite the fact that his family should have easily held a couple of people above tier three. Apparently, a Legacy wasn''t the guaranteed key to immortal life everyone thought it was. "And from the left field! A fighter who''s earned his licks, a novice aiming to make it into the big leagues! The Crimson Hammer, the wrathful! Inocos!" Vincent''s opponent was an oni, with crimson red skin and a jagged horn that spiraled a foot above his scalp. While Vincent was a shining white knight with a sword; Inocos had little more than a leather vest and a rugged pelt for pants. "Sword and board versus a morningstar. It''ll be an interesting matchup," Teddy commented. "Bets on Inocos." "Reasoning?" "Vincent was a total pushover. Are we sure he''s tier one?" "Cyrus..." "Yeah, yeah. He was still pretty weak." "Then I suppose we''ll see. I don''t know who this Inocos is, but I suspect he has decent strength behind his attacks." Igas grunted. "Flames aren''t strong." "Is this considered elementicism? Do oni''s judge other onis for their element?" I asked. "No," Igas spat. "But in the eastern continents, you''d find yourself caught in gang wars depending on the element you wield. Not unusual to find onis caught in pointless wars." "Huh, I guess I shouldn''t be surprised. They have gangs in Solunara." "Idiots, but sometimes it''s the only way for them to get by," Igas grumbled. "I never asked, but you''re not originally from this continent, right?" "No. I was shipped here by a black market operation." "And how did you end up meeting Teddy and everyone?" Teddy smiled, his eyes still watching the combatants flex to the crowd. "My parents destroyed the bastards without mercy. Igas was too untrusting at the time so he went to the orphanage." "I opened up eventually. You can''t blame me with how they act around you." Teddy chuckled. "You love it now. But child Igas was as cold as ice." There was plenty of eye-rolling but the match had finally begun so we all settled in. The first chime came and Vincent got into a stiff stance, one that prominently displayed his sword high and his shield low, hovering above his waist. Inocos leaned forward and wielded the morningstar in both hands, flames sliding up the sides of his legs. "He has a movement ability. Does Vincent?" Celenae asked. "I think so, but his mana was gray and I drained him before he could get away." "Pure mana? Interesting. Even without the Legacy he should have had a high affinity for fire." "We don''t know his circumstances," Isaac mumbled. The second chime came, and Vincent stayed the same. Either cocky or a fool, but Inocos''s mana continued to grow and spread toward his hands. At the third ring, Inocos exploded forward with a burst of flames from his feet. They catapulted the oni across the arena and he jumped swinging his morningstar in an overheard arc. Vincent didn''t change stances but before the attack could land, he jerked to the side as if an invisible hand pushed him away. Inocos slammed into the sand and snapped a kick, sending a burst of flames from his feet to launch into another jump. His morningstar swung at Vincent''s hip but the shield snapped into place. A loud klang rang and Vincent grunted as he finally changed expressions. He gritted his teeth and raised his sword, stabbing it forward. Inocos bent out of the way, once again using his feet to position himself better. "This is going to end quickly," Igas grumbled. But I continued to watch Vincent''s arm. Just like Inocos had flames continuing to build, the mana glowing in a thick cloud around his limbs; Vincent''s was the same. "Flame Burst!" Inocos shouted. The mana rushed into his weapon and the metal turned cherry red. Vincent turtled behind his shield and charged forward, hitting the flaming mace. In an explosion of flames it drowned the two bodies with sand and smoke billowing across the arena. The crowd went wild at the display. I nodded. "Like Sereza, I''m impressed." "What? Because of the flames? I don''t see him floating above," Sereza said. Got to give it to you, maybe you''re not a total pushover. The flames cleared and the audience exploded as Vincent''s armored form stood looming over Inocos. His arm was pinned to his side, Vincent''s sword stabbed cleanly through. The edges of his armor around the ankles and below the knees were blackened, but the rest of Vincent was safely protected behind a barrier of gray mana. It was jagged and edgy, and crumbling near the edges, but it kept his opponent pinned to the floor. Vincent gripped his sword and tugged it upward, drawing a pained grunt from Inocos. Before more damage could be done, the victory chime rang and the announcer shouted Vincent''s victory. The young man morphed from a statue to an animated teenager shouting to the skies. He cheered along with the crowd and jumped around while Inocos stalked his way to the loser''s exit. Sereza leaned back and whistled. "Barriers are nasty. Thankfully, slow targets are the easiest." "Yeah, not bad. Just makes me wonder why he didn''t use one when he attacked me." "Could be that his skill requires a physical medium. They''re not popular, but sometimes shield skills require an actual shield to activate." "Sounds annoying." "Indeed. Nobody with the means and intelligence to plan ahead would ever take a skill with those requirements. Adventurers know full well what it means to rely on yourself and not the gear." "Makes you wonder why a noble would take such skills. I barely know his house, but I know they''re not poor. Just lacking in social power," Sereza added. "Could always invite him to dinner and find out?" I said. The others stared and even Arturous cocked his head. "What?" Chapter 10: Second Match "You want to invite the guy who attacked you¨Cand who you choked into unconsciousness--for dinner?" Isaac prodded. "Well, when you say it like that, it''s a little rough. But need I remind you that you threatened to stab me on numerous occasions before you settled down." "Fair enough. Invite him. I''m sure it''ll be fiiiine." "Table the idea for later," Teddy said as he motioned to my wrist. The bracelet vibrated and glowed. Already? "Huh, guess it''s time for round two. See you guys in a bit," I said before muttering under my breath. "Hopefully." "If you''re going to crush them, then crush them!" Isaac shouted. "We''ll see," Before exiting the booth, I slipped my mask on and felt the comforting enchantments lock in place. Another oddity. Even with my new skill constantly alerting my eyes and brain to runes, the mask was a swirling plane of scribbles. The more I looked for a pattern to the mana, the less I understood. It was both frustrating and good to know. If even my skill refused to play along, then others would have trouble piercing its defense. And more than anything on my person, including the awesome earrings that made me look like a beastkin, it gave me a sense of safety like no other. I watched the crowd subdued but still chatting happily. Despite the long hours of constant bloodshed and amiable duels, they were hungry and ready for more. My feet carried me down into the under arena and I noticed just how empty it looked. A few of the faces were people I recognized having fought earlier in the day, but the negative space gave ample room for the arena master to stand. She was a towering statue who raised a hand the moment I came within conversation range. "Yes?" I asked. Myol beckoned me closer and I stopped just shy of planting my face into her hip spikes. As I stopped, a barrier appeared around us, cutting off the ambient chatter from inside the room. "You''ve got two choices," she said. "What are my options?" She grunted. "Still cocky? You claim lightning isn''t your strongest. What is?" I shrugged. "I can''t answer that. You wouldn''t believe me." "You''re right. I don''t. You''re not a beastkin, that''s certain. If it''s not lightning, then I''m guessing, fire. If, and only if you''re from this continent." My eyes narrowed and I watched her face. She continued to glare, but a hint of a grin tugged at her mouth. "Why do you think I''m not a beastkin?" "Not I think, it''s I know. And I''ll answer your question, whelp. Once, you answer mine." Fine. Two can play this game. The others in the room watched without shame. None bothered to pretend they were simply glancing around or hide their staring. At least they can''t hear us. "I told you. You wouldn''t believe me. I can''t answer what my strongest element is. All I can tell you is that lightning isn''t my second strongest or even the best I got. And neither is fire." "So be it," she grumbled. At once, the barrier preventing the sound from entering and exiting our space disappeared and she took a step back while motioning to the tunnel. "Enter. Remember the rules." I didn''t budge. "What about my question?" "Win, and I''ll tell you. Now put on a show, ''villain.''" Villain? The fuck? As I started walking down the tunnel I summoned my spear and waited for the noise to reach its crescendo. Her words gave me a funny feeling that my announcement was going to sound different this time around. And as soon as I neared the exit, the announcer''s voice boomed across the walls, proving my predictions. "The heartless. The crusher! A combatant who isn''t afraid to bring nature''s wrath against its wielder and turn their dreams to ash! Mordred!" Why the fuck am I heartless? I didn''t even know them! Despite my inner grumbling, I pushed mana into the tip of my spear and let the acid spill while I dragged the bone head through the stone. Outside the tunnels, the crowd''s rumbling cheers reached my ears, once more filling my chest with an excited pulse. It continued to build until I reached the center and took in the reactions above. Some booed, others cheered. There was even one person holding up a torn banner made from someone''s shirt with my name scribbled on. For good measure, I waved my fist and nodded their way. The resulting scream of excitement managed to pierce through the din and drown out the shouting voices around it. "We have some excited fans for the villainous monster. But don''t worry. There will be no delays this time!" the announcer boomed. "You saw them earlier, the knight of fire that burns eternal! With a blade as hot as a forgemaster''s kiln; the one and the only, Wuldric Solcrest!" Who? Cheers exploded and my opponent marched through the opposing exit. Behind them trailed smoldering footsteps that burned the sand black. Their weapon¨Clike mine had, trailed behind them and left flames in its wake.Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. He wore dark bronze armor that covered them from head to toe except his fingers. Where dark metal ended, tanned fingers gripped the shaft of a full-metal halberd. Wuldric stopped along the line and shifted his stance before raising his weapon with one hand. Its corkscrew tip gleamed in the light, the only part that was silvery and shiny. "You may have thought yourself mighty in your first match. But now you face a member of house Solcrest! Prepare to beg for mercy, lightning thief." Solcrest was another of the big noble houses. A fire-based Legacy family that had just spawned the last of their line. And as far I could remember, none of them were tier-one. But that was besides the point. "What the fuck are you yapping about? You speak like some two-bit villian. Less talk, more flames. Or is that all you got? Barely enough to tickle, I''m impressed." Screw it. If I was being forced to play my role, I was going to lean all the way in. And I had zero interest in exchanging banter with an idiot if he ended up cowering like the Thunder Serpent. Despite my provocation, Wuldric lowered his weapon and bowed. "I see my words are wasted on the likes of you. Very well. I''ll keep your suffering short." You''re wearing metal armor buddy. Even if I was using Sturmrorex, you''d be barbeque. The first chime began, and to my surprise the mana around Wuldric''s body remained calm. His stance shifted and he dropped low and swung his halberd forward like a spear. I lifted my weapon with one hand and splayed the fingers in my other. My palm faced the sky and I tapped into the soul realm. "Ready, Zharia?" "We shall burn the metal bug! His flames are mine!" she screeched. Mana twisted into threads and rose from the lake toward Zharia''s skill wisp. Resplendent Inferno followed by Spirit Lord''s Invocation brought her spark into the back of my hood. ¨¢ine tapped Zharia''s beak a second before her body broke down and rushed into my chest. Plumage of gold, sapphire, emerald and vibrant orange sprouted from my arms and legs. It rippled across the skull and brought the ring of flames above my horns, tucked away underneath the illusion. My tail grew feathers as well, adding a strange weight to its movements along with the changing of the flames surrounding the tip. The only thing I allowed the crowd to see was the new feathers along with the ripples of golden flames around my body. "And he''s done it again! Mordred has decided to fight fire with fire! Who''s flames are stronger? The sweltering heat of the Solcrest line, or the mysterious golden fire around the heartless villian?!" the announcer shouted. Wuldric growled and the fire around his boots jutted higher. "The Solcrest suffer no thieves. To commit such foolishness is to submit through a baptism of fire. I retract my statement, thief. Your suffering will not be short." I chuckled. "Bring it." The second chime rang and I watched Wuldric''s mana change. Before it was calm, but now it raged and billowed out. Like a hungry flame... He''s actually angry, damn. The bright fires around his feet swirled into the sand but the majority of his mana swelled around his arms and into the halberd. I continued to keep my mana calm, letting Zharia guide the heat around my mask. If he wanted to face a thief, then so be it. Who was I to deny his fun? The third chime came and his arms raised high. The marble of flames I kept in my free hand flattened and I extended my arm. But the hit never came. I stood there, like a statue waiting; and so did he. After five seconds passed and nothing happened, I cocked my head and lowered my hand. "Are you seriously not going to attack?" "Why haven''t you moved, cur." "Whatever," I sighed. My feet kicked off the ground and I stabbed my spear forward. Acid streamed from its tip and I aimed for his thigh. Wuldric deftly moved the halberd into a parry and he stepped forward, bringing his weapon in a tight arc across my shoulder. Bone poised to meet metal, but the mana around his arms shot forward and his weapon slammed against my spear. It pushed into my side and I twisted out of the way. His feet stood still as I stepped back. The hit carried enough explosive power to have bruised my arm but ¨¢ine took care of that. "Maybe not so foolish. I commend your strength. But there will be no second mistakes," he barked. His voice started to irritate my ears. Without responding, I dashed forward and throttled flames into my feet. Lacking practice, I barely managed more than a couple of extra inches but it brought me within his guard. My spear shot toward his armpit. Bone met unprotected cloth and a loud clang echoed out. Wuldric spun and chopped across my hip, forcing me to jump back. When he pulled the axe out of the sand, his arm raised and exposed the underside revealing a metallic layer that slowly receded into its previous shape. "We are the forgerites. The smiths of the kingdom. To face a Solcrest is to fight against fire and steel. Now that you''ve seen the depth of your idiocy, it''s time to end this." His mana ballooned into a tide that engulfed his form. I understood why his weapon was made entirely of metal. Dark bronze turned cherry red and yellow flames sparked across its edge. His arms took on the same appearance as did his legs¨Cleaving his chest and helm with a dull glow. Despite the grandiose speech, I grinned. My blood sang with the cheers. "Enough talk. Let''s see who burns hotter," I teased. The noble stomped and his front foot slid forward with his weapon held in a high thrust. I dodged, and slammed my spear around his and willed it to wrap around. Like I wanted, the yellow flames bubbled and pushed it away while Wuldric slid into another thrust, this one lower. Each jab I tried to take his flames but he kept his attacks short and tight. Zharia''s frustration grew with mine and I bit my cheek. The fight was what I wanted, and far better than the first. But I hungered to see who was stronger. And those flames looked tasty. When he stomped again, I moved into his path. The flames around his boot speared the ground and created an anchor for his foot to follow. Wuldric''s thrust turned high and I leaned forward. My spear dropped and his strike faltered, but the momentum continued and I let the silver corkscrew tear a gash into my right bicep. "Gotcha," I growled. Before he could retract I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and pulled the flames over my arm. My jaw opened wide and I inhaled. Yellow fire. Yellow that burned with sulfur infusing its smoke. I inhaled deep and sucked them in, feeling the roiling heat burn its way down. Wuldric tugged his weapon back and I slid with it. As he swung to his side I pulled myself closer and grabbed his collar. "Unhand me, filth!" he shouted. His arm came free and the cherry-red gauntlet smashed into the side of my face. But I didn''t care. Only one thing ran through my thoughts. Disgusting. Foreign mana reached my veins. It spread its tendrils, a slimy, acrid rot that tried to incinerate me from the inside out. The gremlin shook his cage and clawed for control. Zharia''s skill, my flames, rushed upward in a cone of fire that purged the stench. Outside my body, my head rocked with the blow. Fire scorched the ground as it spewed from my mouth. Where they met Wuldric''s foot, the gold overtook the dying yellow. "What is this? What is thi-" his scream cut short. My claws wrapped around his neck. The metal expanded, pushing away my fingers, so I curled them upward and reached under the jaw. The metal rushed to repel me, and the flames ate at the thread of my clothes before Zharia''s feathers burst with golden fire. Where his flames met mine, they disappeared underneath its fury. Heat remained in the wake, and my flames drew them in, empowering my own. "Stop!" he screamed. My claws found purchase underneath the helm and I yanked upward. Black hair spilled out, and I cut a line across a rugged cheek. His eyes bore into mine like a frightened animal. "You call this filth fire? You think this is hot enough to stand against mine?" I shouted. He winced and I pulled his head closer, his nose slamming into my mask. "You were supposed to be better. Fuck you." Mana crashed through my arms and compressed inside the tips of my fingers. Metal spikes punched through the feathers and tore into my flesh, the heated metal sizzling as my blood came into contact. He opened his mouth then shouted something stupid, and I unleashed the pent-up fury in pinpricks of golden flames that tore through his padded clothes and burned through the metal. Upon his skin the golden flames bit and gnashed, spreading across his body in a pulsing wave. Wuldric screamed, and screamed until that faded and all that was left was the sizzling pops of charred flesh. I let go and he collapsed to the ground in a smoking heap. No more were the yellow flames, in its place was black smoke and molten slag. With the spike of anger subsiding I swiped my claws forward and drew in the heat, tearing the remnants of Zharia''s fire into my arm. Wuldric''s armor cooled and the smoke lessened, but I stayed still and waited. Slowly, his chest continued to rise and a healing circle sprang into existence around his body, the golden light diving in between the burnt gore. "And the winner is Mordred!" Sound returned to my ears and the cheering thundered inside my head. My fists tightened and I turned around, grabbing my spear before marching out of the arena and into the tunnel. Away from the noise; away from the smell. Chapter 11: End of the First Day My heart pounded in my ears, each step carried the vibration from the arena. But the more I walked, the quicker peace returned. Once I stood deeply in the tunnels, away from the sunlight, away from the noise--I closed my eyes and waited. ¨¢ine healed my injuries and restitched my flesh. It didn''t hurt, the pain was a dull thrum that added to the noise. Slowly, I undid the mana connecting to my skill and let Spirit Lord''s Invocation drop. Zharia reappeared in the back of my hoodie, and I reached back to hold her. "I''m sorry," Zharia chirped. "It''s okay. It''s not your fault," I replied. "But the link..." I slipped my thumb into the hood and stroked her feathers. "It''s not just you. I made the choice. We''ll deal with it later, okay?" She chirped again before I undid her skill and gently pushed her into my back. It wasn''t the most comfortable feeling, but I wasn''t about to reveal her form. Not yet, and not this close to the tier three. A headache started to pound my head. Another problem, for another time. My feet carried me through the last of the tunnels, and I emerged into the under-area. Before I spotted Myol, the next combatant stood in my way. They looked me up and down with some derision before shouldering past me and into the tunnel. The elf was unrememberable. His features were too plain. Whoever he was, I couldn''t recall his first match earlier in the day. Oddly enough, the encounter helped me relax and I met Myol''s eyes. She stood, a statue in the room as I approached. When I was within conversational range, her barrier slid into place and she stepped closer. "Was that an act, or genuine?" she asked coldly. "What are you talking about?" I answered. "Answer me, or I''ll disqualify you here and now. Was that an act or real?" As tempting as it was to reply sarcastically, I dropped my shoulders and stretched. "Real." Assuming we are talking about the same thing. "You said you had no rage skills. Was that a lie?" I shook my head. "It wasn''t. I''m just an angry guy." She didn''t snort, or relax. Myol pulled back, her arms crossed. "The tournament resumes at eight. Don''t be late." I nodded and turned to leave, but the barrier blocked my exit. As I turned around, Myol''s eyes narrowed. She watched me with an unreadable expression. "Yes?" I asked. She stopped tapping her bicep and straightened. "You wanted to know how I knew you weren''t a beastkin? It''s your posture, the movement and your physical cues." "What do you mean?" She grunted. "You have a tail, but it''s loose. The tail your illusion shows is heavier and thicker at the base. Your posture shows no signs of balancing on claws or the pads of your toes. And you don''t react with animalistic instincts. No sniffing, no cocking of your head or twitch of your ears." I blinked. That makes a lot of sense... I forgot that an illusion is only half the work. If it looks like a duck but doesn''t quack like a duck, maybe it''s not a duck. "I see. Thanks for the insight," I said with a slight bow. She had given me an honest answer, and I wasn''t so angry that I couldn''t show respect. "Then, for what it''s worth. I''m not a beastkin. But am I wrong in assuming that the majority would fail to notice the discrepancies?" "No, they wouldn''t," she snorted. Myol opened her mouth as if she was going to say something but instead shook her head. "Leave. I''ve got a match to watch." Her barrier retracted and I took the dismissal. Despite my smaller stature, people who were waiting for the next slugfest spotted my exit and pointed. Several crowd members cheered, and others grinned with a knowing smile. I sighed. Figures. They''ve been bloodthirsty since before the matches started. It''s not like I was the worst of the lot. Lots of people used fire-based skills today. Yet, despite the odd booing from rowdy individuals who dropped their ire as soon as I slipped from their sight, only one of the reactions made me pause. Clutching onto their father''s shirt, a small boy saw me with wide eyes. His mouth slipped open and he slammed his head into his father''s ribs. The man, bewildered by the sudden reaction, pulled him into his lap and stroked his hair. A vendor glared my way as they were forced to dodge around me. I straightened myself and headed toward the booth. This time, the nearest attendant simply nodded, and I stepped inside. "Listen, before you start. I already know," I said as I entered. "Cyrus," Celenae said. Arturous blocked my way like a guardian fuzzball. Slowly and carefully, I walked over and crossed my arms as I looked up. "What''s the bribe this time?" He growled and punched my cheek with his tongue. But the giant bear stayed in place. "No escaping this, Cyrus. Explain what happened down there," Teddy said. "Are you sure? It''d be easier not to make this into a problem." Celenae waved a notebook my way. "You should have thought about that before nearly killing a man."This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. "Lots of people nearly kill people. It''s an arena," I countered. She tossed the book at me and I caught it. "You know what I mean." Fine. But I''m getting rid of this headache first. As I removed my mask, I pushed mana into Galarion''s skill. I didn''t bother directing the location of his summon and ignored the stares. "Food?" he bubbled. He asked it with the same physical zeal as every other time I summoned him, but his voice sounded subdued. "Headache, please. It''s the last match of the day, so you can stay out and savor it," I said. He floated into the air and tapped my nose with a tentacle before shooting up my nostrils and into my brain. Before I could gag from the intrusion, he gripped my thoughts and feasted. The dull throbbing slowly faded. Much better. "Thanks," I groaned. Galarion bubbled something without meaning and nestled into his usual spot. Again, the others stared with concern written across their faces. "Ignore what you just saw," I stated. "I''m going to stab you," Isaac threatened. Teddy sighed and moved around Arturous. He placed a hand on my shoulder and lightly squeezed. "Is there anything we can do to help?" "Thank you, but I''m fine. Though, it might be safer to test the transformations when we get the chance." Celenae snatched her book from my hands and flipped it open, pen at the ready. "New revelation?" I scratched my head. "Yeah. Maybe. You know how I have the soullink?" "Thoughts, emotions, memories," she muttered aloud. "What about it?" "We mostly tested on Sturmrorex, so we probably missed it. And Zharia didn''t have a reason to be uh, spicy in the moment. But I think Spirit Lord''s Invocation amplifies their emotions." Like a lightbulb, the flash went off in Celenae''s brain and she started furiously scribbling. When she was done, she lowered her notes and grimaced. "That makes sense. Spirits tend to be closely bonded to their aspects. And all your familiars have strong personalities. With your skill growing in qualitative power, the connection must have strengthened." Sereza stuck her head around Arturous'' belly. "Anyone want to explain?" Celenae pointed to my chest with her pen. "When Cyrus transforms, he embodies his familiar. Sturmrorex makes him more prideful, and Zharia makes him fury incarnate." "That''s a little much," I muttered. The others glared, and even Arturous raised his eyebrows. "Alright, shutting up now," I said, throwing my arms up. As Arturous finally relented and allowed me access to my seat, I found Eodyne attempting to burn a hole through my head. "Uh, what''s up?" "Transformation or not, there''s no excuse," she said, her voice carrying a hint of danger. "What did I do this time?" "You. Dropped. Your. Weapon. Shameful. We''ve taught you better." Ah. I did do that, didn''t I? Oopsy. I bowed and shifted my head so she was out of my sight. Of course, that brought me to Igas, who shook his head with a disappointed grumble. "You too?" He stopped and fixed me with a glare. "I know what we are doing after Sereza''s match." "Okay?" After the initial concern and plentiful light-ribbing from Isaac, the second half of day one proceeded. I noted a few memorable matches, even going as far as to cheer for Vincent during his second duel. He barely managed to scrape by, his opponent a speed demon in comparison. But he held out, got a lucky strike with his sword skill, and won by nearly severing his opponent''s leg. Another noticeable and strange reaction came from the hooded man. He once again, kept staring at our booth before the match started. Which, unfortunately for his opponent, lasted little less then forty seconds. And it was only due to having a unique movement skill did the other man last as long as he did. The robed figure crushed him into the sand with a flaming fist, ending the match. Sereza''s match was the fourth to last. And she managed to take down her opponent in an impressive thirty seconds. I waved and tossed her a drink as she stepped into the booth. "Thanks," she said before guzzling it down. As she wiped her mouth, she flopped onto Arturous'' back and snuggled in. "That was annoying. I hate leeches." "I know you fought a beastkin, but he was a cat not a leech. Are there even leech beastkins? That''s horrifying." Celenae gently smacked my head with her cup. "Don''t be rude. Monstrous beastkins have a hard enough time. And no, there are no leech-based beastkins. At least, not in Inoria." "What exactly counts as monstrous? Cats are pretty monstrous. Can devastate an entire ecosystem." "Monstrous as in less standard. There are a few insect-based beastkin and they are barely considered a part of their species." Huh. The more you learn. "Leeches are a type of fighter. He''s a debuffer who specializes in draining stamina. Not fun to fight against," Sereza explained. "Hmmm. How would that work with ¨¢ine?" Igas stood up before I could continue my questions. He tossed his cup and drink into his mouth and chewed through the ice. "Are we finished?" I glanced at Sereza, who shrugged. "Unless you guys want to watch the last two matches. Why?" He nodded. "Good. Follow me." Igas marched out of the room. I stared, Sereza stared. The others shrugged. Well, this''ll be interesting at least. *** "Where... Why are we here?" I asked. A spikey ball grazed my ear as a screaming elven child chased after it. All around us, similar scenes repeated themselves as the tiny humanoids brought forth the true meaning of chaos. The lone adult woman I saw looked ready to explode before she spotted Igas. When the tall oni waved, she activated a movement skill and teleported in front of him. Her fingers pressed into his chest and she yanked his beard closer. "You! You did this." Igas tried and failed to pry himself loose. "Mirabel, I apologize." "Apologies?! Do you see what you''ve created? The madness?!" As the woman continued to rant to Igas, I slid close to Isaac and nudged his side. "What?" he asked with a glare. I pointed to the madwoman. "Who''s that? And why is she angry? And where are we?" Sereza grabbed a disc that rocketed toward her neck before it hit. She threw it to the cheering of the little devils before staring at her hands. "It''s sticky. Why is it sticky? Uggh," she groaned. She scraped her hands on the grass and shivered. "We''re at the Orphanage. As to why we are here, I''ve no idea." Orphanage? Isaac chuckled and pointed to Igas. "She''s Mirabel. Tier two, retired adventurer. Helps Igas run this place." "Okaaay. And why is she about to pluck Igas'' beard?" I asked. "Because of that." I followed his finger and saw a group of children watching a glowing crystal slab with rapt attention. It took a second but I realized it was currently showing one of the matches from the tournament. "You guys have cable?" Igas walked over, cradling his chin with a sour expression. "Keep your fancy Earth terms to yourself. And no. I recorded the match and sent the crystal and a few others here." "Igas. You fool," Teddy mumbled. "Yeah. I should have known. I hoped to inspire them on their skill selection, and provide some entertainment. They could use it after recent events." Teddy patted his shoulder and stepped away. He started talking to the kids who were attempting to mount Arturous. "He''s really good with kids," I said. "He is," Celenae replied, a smile on her face. "Careful, your blush is showing," Eodyne teased. Celenae reddened and approached Mirabel who greeted her like a friend, entirely different from how she treated Igas. "So, cool place. I have a crap ton of candy I can distribute, but why are we here? You marched out of the booth like it was a mission." "I did no such thing," he denied. He stoically avoided our stares and motioned to the screen. "We are here because I promised Mirabel some help. Nilv is still recovering from his treatments and she''s swamped. I figured it''d be a good way to relax and cash in on a few favors owed." I scanned the grounds. There were more than thirty kids of different races, sizes, and age. A few looked older, like the human and elf kids, who appeared nearly old enough to have access to the system. "I''m not going to like this, am I?" Igas grinned. "Your second match wasn''t appropriate. But your first..." Fuck. A tug on my leg drew my attention downward. A dirt-stained boy wielding a wooden sword no taller than my knee squinted at me. "Can I help you?" I asked. "Your mask is familiar." He paused. Before I could ask a question, he turned around and shouted to a nearby group of kids similar in height. "Yul! Fern! Webble! Come here." "What is it, Preston? Who''s the masked man." Preston tapped my leg with his sword. "His mask is familiar." The kids cocked their heads like a group of puppies. A sinking feeling spawned in my gut. Is it too late to escape? But as I looked around, I was alone. I spotted Sereza and Isaac waving from behind a tree while the rest of Broken Tower were engaged with their own group of devil spawns. Only Igas looked my way, and the bastard gave me a thumbs-up. I''m going to kill you in your sleep. I''ll poison your food, create glitter, and make you shine like a Smurf vampire! Another tug, this time on my sleeve, dragged me downward. The canine beastkin, Fern, cupped my face. Her eyes widened and she jumped excitedly. "It''s him! It''s him!" "Who?" the others demanded. Several more pairs of the kids gathered around and I swore I could hear Isaac''s laughter. "It''s the Lightning Tyrant! It''s Mordred!" Chapter 12: Wicked Impression "It''s Mordred?! Where?!" The shouts only grew more excited by the second and the swell of children continued to grow until I was an island alone in the courtyard. It took everything I had not to flip Igas off, but I reined in my impulse and patted Fern''s shoulder. "Well, yes. It''s me. Mordred. Though, I must warn you. I''m not nearly as scary as they made me look." Preston jabbed a dirt-stained finger against my leg. "What do you mean not scary?" "Yeaah! You''re supposed to be scary," another kid, Yul shouted. A clamoring of replies ranged from simple uhuhs to demanding I terrifying the children until they exploded. A wild-eyed human girl made that remark. I''m not feeding into your fantasy, you future pyromaniac. Preston rallied the troops with his sword and pointed it to the sky in an awkward pose. It took me a second to realize he was copying Thunder Serpent''s starting move. A couple others attempted the same, and a few even mimed spinning a spear and extending their hand like some anime villain. "Summon lightning!" Preston demanded. "Yeah! Summon the lightning!" another kid shouted. What horrible things I must have done in a past life to deserve a swarm of feral children demanding I smite them, I don''t know. But thankfully, Mirabel stepped in. The kids gave space, but none of it was out of true fear. Even though Preston shrank a tad while maintaining his pose. "As cool as it would be to summon lightning, children," Mirabel winked at me before continuing. "I don''t think we want to serve roasted children for supper. Unless you are volunteering to be the main course, Preston?" Preston winced, but a gleam in his eye spelled mischief. He raised his sword higher and pumped his fist. "A meal worth serving! Fitting for the Tyrant!" Mirabel sighed, and made a show of looking everyone in the eye. Preston wasn''t the only mischief maker, but the rest kept their antics to a shit-eating grin. She turned to me and hung her head low. "Well, I guess it''s decided. My apologies, Tyrant. Preston here has volunteered to be our meal. Please summon your lightning and make it painless. I''d rather not spend too much time washing off the burnt bits." Preston''s stoicism faltered and his sword dipped. But Fern and Yul patted his shoulder. "It''s okay, Preston. I''m sure Ms. Mira will make you tasty," Fern said. Yul nodded along. "Salty. She''ll make you salty. Maybe wash you first so there''s no dirt." "H-hey!" Preston shouted. His face scrunched and he lowered his sword. "I changed my mind! Don''t roast me!" Some kids booed, and a few of the older ones laughed good-naturedly. Mirabel smiled and leaned closer. "You''re doing a good job so far. Thanks for the help." Glitter in every crevice and orifice, Igas. Every one. Keeping my inner grumblings to myself, I approached Preston and watched him squirm. He looked caught between trying to be brave and afraid I''d deliver on a promise he no longer desired. "Well, are you sure? I could summon some lightning and blow you away." "I-I''m sure! No lightning. You said you''re nice. Nice people don''t hurt kids." I tapped my chin and pretended to contemplate his words. For fun, I changed the ink on my mask to display a swiveling question mark. A few kids pressed in closer to get a better look, but most kept their distance, creating a visible space around Preston and me. Slowly, I nodded and held out my arms. "It''s smart of you to know when to back down." "He''s a coward! Scaredy Preston!" someone yelled. I didn''t catch who said it, but more joined in the jeering and Preston stomped his foot. "I''m not a coward!" I clapped. The crowd went silent and I extended my arms. "Preston is not a coward. Courage requires accepting and acknowledging your fears and knowing when to back down and go to power through. There''s nothing wrong with wanting to live." I feel like a massive hypocrite. But alas; do as I say, not as I do.This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. "Can you show us your skills? Or your spear! It looked weird," a smaller girl asked excitedly. "My spear? You mean this?" With a flex, the tentacle spear appeared in my hands. Rather than be afraid, they excitedly reached for it, so I held it out of reach. "Aaah, ah. Big pointy weapon that you don''t know what it can do. Don''t touch dangerous things. Now observe." I willed the spear to bend and move, making it dance in the air as if it was still alive. "It''s not an ordinary weapon. I looted it from a rift and can make it bend like this. It also secretes poison to help me slay monsters." "Can I touch it?" Fern asked. I shook my head. "No touching." "We want something cooler! Bring the lightning!" the wild-eyed girl demanded. I bet you would. Still, while I wasn''t going to allow them to lose their fingers playing wth my weapon, there was something I could do. But even though I doubted it''d create a problem, I would play it safe. "Mirabel?" I asked, turning to the matron. "Yes?" she replied. "How trustworthy would you say they are?" I asked. "We''re trusty!" "You can trust us!" "Lightning!" "Children," Mirabel warned, in the tone only a mother could pull off. The hungry crowd went quiete. "My apologies, Modred. They''re just over eager." "My question stands. Do you think I can trust them?" "Hardly," she snorted. One kid began to protest, but she glared them into submission. "But if you make them swear an oath, I know they''ll keep it. Some are chatterboxes, but I trust in them to know the importance of when to keep things to themselves." They want lightning so bad they might as well get it. "Mordred?" Igas asked. He cleared a path through the rows of children and stopped close enough for us to whisper without too much being revealed. "What are you planning?" he whispered. I smacked his leg with my tail. "You left me to the wolves. I''m going to feed them a friendly version of crack." "That Earth drug? Cyrus, no." "You''ll make a vampire jealous when I''m done with you. A disco-ball Igas. A disco ball." "What?" I shook my head and dropped the faux anger. "I was going to summon Sturmrorex, maybe ¨¢ine. She could give them a clean bill of health and he can wow them till they''re exhausted." Igas snorted. "Good luck with that. They''re blessed with endless energy." "Yeah, well, I''m trying." "Keep it to those two. Maybe Magnus. Zharia might start a riot, and your other familiars aren''t appropriate." "You hating on my spirits?" Igas glared. "Fine," I relented. "I''ll stick to two for now. It should be safe, right? No hidden spies or something crazy." "They''ll have forgotten you by the end of the week. I promise." "Works for me." As dramatically as I could play it up--even going so far as to flash the ink on my mask into a barrage of swirling colors and shapes--I extended my arm and slammed my spear. "Ms. Mira here says I can trust you if you were to keep an oath. Is this true?" The consensus was yes, except for one. The wild-eyed devil proudly shouted no. "Alright then! Everyone except her, follow me!" Her jaw dropped and she raised her hand. "I change my mind. You can trust me!" I stopped. "Are you sure? Because if not I-" "Yes! Super super trusty!" "Alright," I relented. "Then I request that you all step back so I can show you something cool." Igas stepped back and dragged a curious Mirabel. When I thought the space was sufficient for Sturmrorex''s entrance, I pulled my mana into his skill. "Keep the sound safe for their ears, but be as flashy as you want." I mentally whispered. "They shall bow to my entrance and experience true greatness!" Sturmrorex roared. As the mana settled in place and the connection to Sturmrorex pulled him into the physical world, I screamed through the link. "NO FLASHBANGS! Safe means not blinding them!" His disappointment bled through, but thankfully, there wasn''t an explosion of lightning from the heavens. Instead, the wind picked up and a strong gust carried bits of fallen leaves and loose grass into the air. It swirled around a glowing ball of mist that obscured Sturmrorex''s form. "What''s that?!" Fern shouted. "Behold, little ones. A great and terrible power that helped me strike fear into the pretender. The mighty serpent who stands above all. The fearsome, the powerful... Sturmrorex!" I shouted. Upon the final sentence, a crackle of electricity shot through the mist and into the air. Sturmrorex kept it carefully controlled and redirected it into his horns as he pushed the fog away and let the floating ice around his back disperse. The effects were muted compared to how he usually preferred showing off, but it did little more than send a shiver down some of the children''s spines. Sturmrorex roared, one just mighty enough not to come off as cute--though I was sure that some of the kids would think he was no matter what he did to dissuade them of that notion. "Bow, little peasants. Bask in my glory!" he roared. His voice boomed like thunder, thankfully without the crack of lightning. With the mist pushed away and zaps of electricity to highlight Sturmrorex''s scales, he was in full view for the kids to see. None dared speak; a few didn''t breathe. But the lightning noodle kept himself afloat and posed for the crowd. Like a hivemind, they breathed together and exploded with excitement. I glanced back to see Mirabel''s reaction, but thankfully, Igas whispered into her ear. Slowly, she relaxed and even smiled my way. "That is not all," I declared, commanding their attention. Sturmrorex circled my neck and settled atop my shoulders like a scarf before conjuring a new ball of shadow. "Woah," Preston whispered. "Woah, indeed. But let me introduce you to another good friend of mine. A partner who keeps me safe and in tip-top shape. ¨¢ine." The fairy appeared, and the kids were just as excited as Sturmrorex, even if she simply appeared rather than create a dramatic entrance. Slowly, I foisted the kids off to my familiars, who moved through the crowd and allowed the kids to touch and admire. ¨¢ine would boop several noses, sending a jolt of healing mana throughout their bodies. Minor scrapes fixed themselves, as did tired muscles. Mirabel neared and she bowed. "Thank you, Cyrus. The healing is more than appreciated. And I''ll ensure they know to keep this information to themselves." I scratched the back of my neck and smiled. When she didn''t react, I gently tapped her shoulder. "Enough of that. I''m just helping a friend and owing him a favor." "Whatever the reason, the orphanage apprecaites the kindness. I insist you stay for supper. The real roast is rather delicious." I laughed. "Sure. How long would it take until the kids are bored?" She shook her head and watched my familiars with a grin. "An impossible question. Probably never if I had to guess. It''s not everyday they get to encounter such a rare skill." Igas grunted. "You create an ice castle for them, and they''ll never be impressed again." "I warned you. You should have kept it to a small hut," Mirabel teased. He grunted again and watched the kids. With my personal space returned, I took the opportunity to escape toward the tree I had last seen Sereza and Isaac. If I was lucky, the kids wouldn''t see me till supper was ready. Chapter 13: Strained Supper "Y''all are a bunch of traitors," I grumbled. Isaac snickered and tossed a berry my way. My tail speared it before it could pelt my face. He stuck out his tongue, but a flick of my tail splattered his cheek with the fruity corpse. He glared and aggressively licked the juices from his chin. "Oh. Dude, that''s not... You know, keep doing that. It''s a good look on yah." Sereza laughed. "Hey now. He''ll make someone very happy. Don''t be jealous." Isaac stopped and pointed an accusing finger. "Stop that." "Teasing you? You first," I retorted. "No! The speech. It keeps tickling my ears." "Whatcha meaaaan? Nuthing wrong with dat." I accepted the salvo of squishy bombs and used my tail to protect me. It was semi-successful. About half were sliced in half and I collected my reward, but the rest stained my robes and dripped onto the grass. "You''re getting better," Sereza remarked. "Thank you. I''m trying. I know I should be faster than this. The little mark on my chest buffs me, and my familiars are out. But there''s a slight disconnect." "Mmmm. I know you have cheatsy instinct stuff, but you forget it''s a muscle. Train it and you''ll get used to moving it. Most likely, it''s subconscious. You''re holding yourself back." I stared at my tail through the illusion. The flames flickered from hue to hue. It swayed in the air and I carefully aimed for another berry and stabbed. It pierced the skin and into the dirt. I tsked. Off by a hair. Sereza''s probably right. Just need to practice more. Sereza hummed and pulled me out of my thoughts. "So why are you speaking funny? Is there a reason?" "Huh?" A berry smacked my face. Isaac glared from across the basket. "You know what she means." "Hm. No reason in particular. It''s funny to see your ears twitch. And Isaac looks constipated." His growl was music to my ears. Eventually, the peace ended as the titanfalls of a lumbering bear shook the earth. I picked up the basket with my tail and held it up for Arturous. His giant tongue snaked out and cleaned the basket whole. "If you keep giving him sugar, he''ll stop fitting in the doorways. And that''s hard enough as is," Teddy complained. Arturous growled and knocked his snout into Teddy''s leg. "I don''t think he agrees. Sorry, Teddy. Bear council has spoken." Teddy grimaced but a lick from Arturous cracked the facade. "Did Igas need something?" Isaac asked. Teddy shook his head. "No. Igas says supper is ready. And the dinner table is being prepped." "I think I''ll skip this o-" I started before two sets of arms grabbed my shoulders. "No!" Isaac and Sereza shouted in unison. "Huuh? Unhand me!" "Don''t you dare. You''re not escaping this, Tyrant!" Isaac whispered. I titled my head to Sereza, letting the betrayal show on my mask. "How could you do this?" "You think I''m ready for a horde of hangry kids? No, thank you. I''ll keep you as the buffer." "Hey!" Isaac yelled. "Stop speaking like him. It''s bad enough when he does it." Teddy shook his head and patted Arturous''s side before leading the way. I struggled against my captors, but they dragged me along. It was strange. Without the frenzy of ankle biters, the courtyard looked almost peaceful. If one ignored the destroyed tufts of grass and various marks of destruction left in their wake. Relatively minor, the damage did little to hide the well-cultivated land and the fresh breeze carried the scent of flowers. It''s a good place. I''m sure it helps the kids. Better than growing up in the slums of a city with tight alleyways and no play area. Sereza''s tail tapped my shoulder and I turned. "Yes?" "Are you... Alright?" she asked. "What do you mean?" "I''m asking if you''re okay. You seem distracted. Something on your mind?" Am I? Maybe a little. I waved her off. "I''m fine. Just enjoying the peace. If it wasn''t for some close friends of mine leaving me to the wolves. Maybe I wouldn''t be so melancholic." "They''ve had enough of me. Do you know how many times a kid can ask you to drag them into the shadow plane?" Isaac shuddered. "Hours. Non-stop. Endlessly asking. For hours."This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. "There, there?" I asked, gently tapping his shoulder. He pushed me off and I started walking under my own weight. "Sereza''s right, Cyrus. If you need anything, or to talk. We''re here for you." "Thanks," I sighed. "Again though, I''m fine. Just a lot going on in my head that''ll be sorted by the end of the day. Now stop worrying about me. It''s rare enough when Igas cooks, I''m curious to see what for dinner." Teddy looked mollified, but his eyes lingered on my face longer than they had to. I got the message. He was concerned, and while it was sweet I meant what I said. I patted his shoulder and entered the orphanage, closing my eyes to see through my familiars. I didn''t need Teddy to lead the way as I followed the memories of Sturmrorex wrapped around Igas'' neck. "Did you guys have fun?" I asked through the link. "Fierce hatchlings! They paid sufficient awe to my prowess!" Sturmrorex roared. "Good to hear. And you ¨¢ine?" The fairy sat on Celenae''s shoulder, out of reach from the children''s grubby hands. "Fun," she said. I smiled at the feelings of exhausted, but satisfied joy filtering through the link. "We''ll see you in about a minute. You can return to the soulspace or stay for dinner. It''s up to you guys." "Stay." "I shall not retreat! And I''ve been promised delicious lightning!" That settled it. It was surprising to see ¨¢ine want to stick around. Out of the bunch, she enjoyed people but not large crowds. The fairy never basked in the attention like Zharia or Sturmrorex. But her memories were happy. Little kids oohed and aahed. The girls especially heaping praises and compliments about her dress and wings. "Your familiars?" Teddy said, catching my eye. "Yeah. They had a good time. And are sticking around." "Oh? Good. The kids seemed to have taken a liking to them. Sturmrorex especially." "Ugh. Don''t remind me. What are the odds that the kids will be too tired to focus on me and just eat their food?" "With Sturmrorex fanning the flames for the last couple of hours? You''d have better chances of seeing Arturous fly." "Roooargh." Isaac patted Arturous'' side. "One day. Blame Teddy for being stubborn." Teddy rolled his eyes and I stopped at the entrance to the dining hall. Despite what I said, the prospect of dozens of eyes watching me was a little daunting. But Isaac ignored me in favor of throwing the door wide open. At once, the noise blasted through the door''s enchantments and filled the hallway with dozens of voices overlapping in a bid to be heard. My shoulders sagged. "Are you sure I can''t run away?" In response, the duo pushed me forward and I stumbled into the room. Like a hungry school of piranhas, the mob turned as one. Oh boy. "Mordred!" "Tyrant!" "Great destroyer of all!" "King! King! King!" My eye twitched. "Sturmrorex... What have you been telling these kids." Through the link, I felt him freeze. "Nothing..." "Sturm. No building a cult." "Master! I am but singing praises to our power. One day we shall rule! It''s good to instill proper worship." I was half tempted to desummon my familiar but a kid broke away from the group and charged. Before the living missile could jump, Teddy caught the beastkin by her shoulders. "Woah there. What did Miss Mirabel say about tackling people?" Teddy admonished. Fern wilted, but the bright smile on her face persisted. "Not to tackle people?" I leaned forward. "And why are you trying to tackle me, little one?" "I''m not little!" The display on my mask shifted to convey exactly what I thought about that. Teddy set her down and she crossed her arms. "The snake said you were a noble. Is that true?" she said. Sturmrorex I''m going to turn you into a battery. "A noble? What gives you that impression?" Her face scrunched and she pointed to my chest. "Fancy clothes. Fancy mask. And he said that he''s a king. And you''re his master. So that makes you a super king!" I could hear the snickering behind me, and I swiped at their ankles with my tail. It passed through, Sereza and Isaac having dodged out of the way. By now, the other kids in the room were watching, waiting just as eagerly for an answer. It was hard not to sigh, but I kept it in. "I''m not a noble, not of this land. Not like Theodore or Isaac." "What? But you have to be!" Fern exclaimed. "Oh? And why is that? What''s so special about nobility? After all, I beat one in my second match." A collective intake of breaths filled the room as the kids gasped dramatically. "A second match? Why didn''t we see it?!" someone shouted. Fern didn''t react like the rest. Instead, she scowled and looked to the ground. Weird. "Well?" I prompted. "Nothing." Really kid? Sam wasn''t even this bad. "Are you sure?" "No," she said quickly. But in a smaller voice that sounded unsure she mumbled. "Maybe." "Fern? What''s wrong? Why does it matter if Mordred is a noble?" She spoke under her breath, making it impossible to understand what she said. "Fern?" She stomped her foot and looked up. "If he''s a king then he can adopt me! You have lots of money and a big house! And. And I won''t take space. You won''t have to see me. I''ll be good and only eat twice a day!" You could hear a pin drop as the room stilled. Fern''s face shook, and a tear spilled down her cheek. Her tiny fists grabbed her dress as she wobbled in place. I. Uhh... "Oh, Fern," Teddy whispered. He got to one knee and rubbed her arms, pulling her close. "It''s okay." She struggled to push Teddy away but it was halfhearted at best. Her legs never moved, and eventually, she pushed into Teddy''s chest as his hand stroked her hair. "I''d be a good girl. I don''t even eat much. I. I... Why don''t they want me?" Celenae stood up from her seat and slowly approached. She kneeled beside Teddy and placed her hand on the small of her back. As the two worked to calm her down, I took three steps back before the door to the right opened. "The feast is ready!" Sturmrorex boomed. Igas walked in, a massive tray in hand. He glanced to me, then the rest of the room. As he orientated on Fern, he froze along with my familiar. "Whaaat happened?" he asked. "Master?" Sturmrorex whispered. Isaac grabbed the tray with tendrils and whispered something in his ear. Igas frowned but straightened his shoulders and returned to the kitchen where I saw even more trays being prepared. Mirabel looked concerned, but the kitchen door closed, leaving the rest of us to stare awkwardly as Isaac unveiled the food. It smelled good, and looked delicious but was ignored. I slowly made my way over, avoiding the other children''s stares. Thankfully, the chair beside Eodyne was free and I slid it closer. "Okay. Spill," I whispered. Eodyne sighed and the wind around us subtly churned, blocking outside noise. "She''s new to the orphanage. About a year and a half, I believe. Her parents were crafters in the district. Alchemists. A house fire burned their workshop. They didn''t make it. She''s a good kid but hasn''t fully adapted to the situation," Eodyne explained. My heart sank, and a headache clawed at the back of my thoughts. I cleared my throat. Eodyne dropped the barrier and sound returned in full. Igas brought out the rest of the food, and by the time he finished, Fern had calmed down. Slowly, the room returned to normal and the kids started to talk again. Questions were flung my way, and I took them in stride. Eventually Fern even stepped out of her malaise and joined in. Her smile was restrained, but with some warm food and Preston''s antics, she regained most of her earlier enthusiasm. I didn''t get much of a chance to eat, but dinner ended with smiling faces. We waved goodbye to Mirabel, and I watched Sereza enter a separate carriage. As we boarded our own, I pretended to collapse from exhaustion and the others left me alone. The city rolled by, but I barely watched as I slammed my eyes shut. Only after I found myself alone in the bedroom did I finally relent and summon Galarion. "Master?" he bubbled. "Remove the headache, please. I''d like to go to bed." "Are you sure? Memories-" "I''m sure." Galarion dimmed but slid into my skull and sank his tentacles deep. As he pulled at the mental fatigue I collapsed onto the pillows and shut my eyes. Finally. Chapter 14: Crappy Dreams, New Arrival Happy smiles, bright faces. Warm, warm faces. Her auburn hair slipped low and she laughed as the man beside her told a joke. His smile was just as infectious and bright. She sang a tune, held the note beautifully as the corner of her eyes crinkled. The man caught my eye through the rear-view mirror and winked. His song held none of the poise and beauty, but the woman welcomed the off-key ballad and called my name. "Come on Cyrus! Sing with us! Oh, to the val-" Blood. Bones. Pain. White lights burning my eyes! Escape the fire! It hurts. It hurts! IT HURTS! My eyes shot open and I screamed. Have to stand! Have to get up! Legs carried me to the edge of the bed, my feet slammed into the tile. As I tried to flee, cold bindings held me back. "Get off!" I shouted. My tail lashed out, and something ripped. I tumbled forward but in my confusion I smashed into a wall. My horns carved lines across the stone sending jolts of itchy vibrations into my skull. As I sat up, I examined my surroundings while weaving my mana. Something attacked! I had to- Ding! Nothing. I had to do nothing. The mental echo blasted away the rising panic. Slowly, I took in the surroundings. It was only after a couple of seconds of blank inspection did I realize there was fire. I shot to my feet and rushed toward the bed where the rainbow-flames continued to flicker into existence. They had spread over the pillows and onto the frame itself. Burning yet not burning. Upon further inspection, the flames left no mark in the physical world outside of being half-corporeal. My fingers inquisitively reached out and found the flames without heat. But as I pulled away, a smaller, thinner echo in my head that reminded me of a distant bell rang. The flames faded leaving an untouched bed. "What the hell was that?" I asked out loud. As if in response, the door to my room slammed open and Isaac rushed in in a cloud of shadows. His daggers sliced the air as he raised them into position, but he stopped once he noticed me standing. "Isaac? What''s going on?" I asked. His daggers trembled, and his hand vibrated as it extended forward. He was without his mask, so I saw the fury in his face and the tears in the corner of his eyes. "You!" he yelled. Isaac brandished the dagger like a spear and stabbed forward. "Stop! Stop doing this! It fucking hurts, you bastard!" What? What the hell is he on about? Before I could raise my voice, Isaac summoned a necklace into his hand and slipped it on. Tension left his face, but not the anger. His dagger came perilously close to cutting into my cheek. "Knock it off," I growled, pushing his hand away. But he didn''t stop, and only leaned further in, pressing his weight into mine. "You knock it off! Do you know what it''s like being around you? Stop fucking with my head!" "I don''t know what you''re talking about." He lowered his dagger but traded the barb for his finger and dug into my chest. "That''s the problem! If it was one emotion, I could deal with it. But you''re radiating enough mental whiplash to make a mind eater scream." "Is this your skill? How about you wear the necklace to turn it off and stop blaming me," I countered, slapping his hand away for the second time. Isaac pressed forward. "Misery. Pain. Sorrow, and fury!" he spat. His finger pushed into my chest once more, and my tail wrapped around his wrist, yanking it away. But he continued until his face was inches from mine. "Back to sorrow then to fury. Slide into excitement, and then more misery! Pick a damn emotion and stick to it." He glared, and the little gremlin rattled its cage. Every bone in my tail wanted nothing more than to break his wrist and launch him into the wall. Mana rose to my command and weaved into threads that slammed into my skill. Isaac must have felt it, his eyes narrowing but he stood his ground. Galarion popped into existence and he floated before me before I reached out and slid him into my head. Without prompting, my familiar dug his tentacles deep and devoured.Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. The headache I didn''t know I had, faded along with the rising anger. Seconds went by, and I breathed deep. When I opened my eyes, Isaac stared, anger still on his face. I let him go. "Happy? Are you satisfied?" For a moment, he looked ready to punch me but he lowered his arm and slammed his daggers back into their sheaths. "After the tournament. We''re talking about this. Me, you, Teddy. All of Broken Tower. We''re locking you in a room and you''re not coming out until we fix this." Fury dug its claws back in and I grabbed Isaac''s collar. "How about I deal with my shit and you deal with yours." His fist raised and I braced. But the hit didn''t come. Instead he grabbed my face and forced me to look into his eyes. "Friends don''t let friends neuter themselves because they''ve decided keeping a mental time-bomb is healthier than dealing with shit. Don''t insult me, Cyrus. Don''t insult the others. Especially not Teddy, or Celenae. We care about you, them especially. And while I''m happy to laugh at your expense time-to-time..." His words trailed off and his voice dropped into cold steel. "If you didn''t want friends worrying about you, then you should have never agreed to come with us back in Edolus. Deal with it or leave. And if you''re even remotely as smart as I know you are, then you''ll agree to sit and talk." Isaac released me and pulled my hand away. He didn''t bother turning around, instead his legs slipped into the floor as he sank into the shadows. Before his chin faded from view, he paused and raised a tendril and curved it backwards toward the door. "Get a breath mint. No more aura shit, we got a visitor. And they''re waiting for you." Isaac dipped, and I stared at the spot. Part of me wanted to yell at something, but even that impulse slipped away as Galarion helped regulate things. "Galarion. Pull back for now. I think I''m good," I said. "Are you sure? Tasty memories, but..." he bubbled softly. His tentacles loosened and he spilled from my forehead and into my hands. I raised him up and noticed the dimmer-than-usual colors along his skin. "I''m sure. Thanks for the help. And I''m sorry for the abrupt summons." Galarion brightened and he tickled my face before flipping upside down and rocketing into my chest. I swept my hair back and stared down at the silk bed sheets. The flames were gone, leaving the material untouched from the heat. Unlike the fire, my tail had separated a sizable chunk of the fabric. Silk bindings, Cyrus? I shook my head, but stopped as I replayed what Isaac had said. My door was still open so I raised a hand to my mouth and shouted. "You bastard! My breath doesn''t stink!" No response. Well, at least get cleaned up and then we find out just who wants to see me. Maybe they''re someone normal? I snorted and started my morning ablutions. *** "Right this way, sir," Walter directed. "Thanks, Walter. What''s for breakfast?" I said. "Candied ham, more pancakes. And I believe there is a tray of scones in both chocolate and blueberries. I say this tentatively. Sir Igas has taken a liking to the chocolate ones, and I''m sad to say that the candy you have given has been consumed in order to fulfill his appetite." I laughed and summoned three more bars of chocolate I had saved up. "I''ll try to give you more when I can. The treat bag is a little stubborn when it comes to full bars." Walter accepted the chocolate and made it disappear in one motion. "I will make do. Enjoy your breakfast, sir." With a blink, Walter disappeared and I stared at the door. It was tempting to pull Galarion out and enjoy the net of comfort he provided but I relaxed enough during the shower. Before I regret my decision, I pushed the door of the dining room open and slipped inside. Eodyne and Teddy paused their conversation and waved. Bright smiles, and relaxed faces. That would have been fine, expected even, but not from Eodyne. I''m going to kill you, Isaac. Speaking of the rogue, he ignored me in favor of battling Igas for the last scone, the two playing keep-away with their mana. I smiled at the big oni who snagged the baked good at the last second and tossed it into his mouth. But my eyes felt the presence of another, something familiar. "Khrem? What are you doing here?" I asked. Khrem swallowed the last of his sausage and stood up. He reached a hand to shake but paused as he realized they were covered in oil and syrup. He snapped and a wave of water scrubbed his hands clean in a thin film before fading into motes. "Cyrus, it''s good to see you," he said. I shook his hand and slid into the chair beside his. Even with my attention focused on the unexpected guest, I felt the others staring discreetly. In favor of ignoring them, I grabbed a plate and shoveled food, pausing at the sight of the Anastasia and Nathan-shaped pancakes. Eh. Not the first time I''ve eaten his parents. After plating my food, I waited and observed Khrem. He seemed excited, and his fingers rubbed together. Something in his eyes gave me the impression of something but I didn''t know what that something was. "Well, out with it. What brought you out of the waters, Khrem? Last time I saw you-you were playing creepy doctor to a bunch of mummified idiots." Khrem froze. He slowly turned, eyes narrowed. "How did you see that?" Oopsy. I summoned one of the pouches containing golem parts and tossed it to him. "Huh, would you look at that? New loot! Mind identifying some stuff for me?" He caught the pouch and briefly looked ready to activate a skill, but he stopped and cocked his head. "Were you scrying on me? Is that a new skill?" "Not exactly. I didn''t scry on you, but a certain goddess told me you and your mentor were doing some shady things." This time, his freeze revealed a look of horror and disbelief. I laughed and gobbled down some of the pancakes. "I see..." Khrem sat up straight and opened the pouch. He carefully pulled the contents free, revealing metal parts along with the spools of thread and some dust. "Where did you acquire these?" "From the local dungeon. I''m pretty sure its all golem parts. I even got a core, but eh. Not exactly useful to me. Oh! I do have some more tentacle stuff I need identified." Celenae leaned across the table. "You have more abyssal materials? Where? When?" "From the mind eaters?" I said sheepishly. I sighed and pulled out the jars of gross stuff and plopped them onto the table. "If you don''t mind. I need these identified so I can consume them." "You consume them? I''m a fan of squid myself, but that doesn''t look healthy. What is a mind eater?" "Mmmmm. Do you know Eraztis?" "The god of rebirth and souls?" "Yep, that''s him. Mind eaters are his race, or old race. I''m not entirely sure if divinity puts you into a different category but basically what Eraztis looks like is what they looked like. Nasty dungeon bastards, spawns from an old god and all that. Psychic powers and a hunger for our brains." "Wha-" he shook his head. "Nevermind. But before I identify these. I have a request, one beneficial to the both of us and Broken Tower." His words drew everybody''s attention. And I motioned for him to continue. "If you need money, I''ll pay for your services." Khrem shook his head. "While I appreciate that, it''s not what I mean." "Alright, what is it?" He pushed back his hood, and revealed the rows of triangular teeth. The something that I noticed in his eyes practically blazed in tune with his mana. I didn''t need Galarion to tell me that Khrem radiated excitement and determination. "Simple. I want to join your party." Chapter 15: OldTreasure, New Descriptions "You want to join us?" I asked, watching his reaction. Khrem continued to smile, a disturbing site given his death trap of a mouth. He pointed to my chest. "I''d like to join you, specifically. But I''m assuming you and Broken Tower will still be together for the foreseeable future?" I glanced around, but was interrupted by Isaac. He snorted. "You''re not getting rid of us that easily." It was touching, in his own way. "We have no plans to abandon Cyrus. And as long as he finds it worthwhile to train with us, we''ll continue to do so," Teddy added. "Then yes. I wish to join you," Khrem said. "Okay. But why?" The sharkman cocked his head. "Why what?" I rolled my eyes. "Why would you want to join me? Us? Well them I understand, but you said me specifically." "I assumed it would be obvious." "My bright and sunny disposition?" That earned a few dead-pan glares thrown my way and I dropped my shoulders. Khrem also stared, with narrowed eyes. "Two reasons..." He paused and sat upright. "One, and the most obvious being your harvesting skill." "Oh, so you just want access to Erebus'' sweet loot. I get that." "Two," he continued. "Is because my goddess had informed me that it would be in my best interest to do so. And that it would be beneficial to the both of us that I join your team and provide support." As much as I wanted to play up the antics to distract myself from my not-so-enjoyable awakening, I decided to cut to the chase. "I think Ysanna mentioned something about that. Truth be told, I wasn''t entirely paying attention before I jumped into the portal." Khrem looked lost. Isaac appeared behind him and patted him on the shoulder. "It''s okay. If you stick around your free to come to the support group. We have drinks and discuss the lunatics'' insanity every Thul at seven." "Haa, haa. Very funny." Teddy and Celenae looked away and Igas pretended to look for another scone. My jaw dropped. "You''re kidding." "Cyrus," Eodyne started. "No. You know what. Fuck all of you. If anything it''s an honor to have a support group made about me." Khrem coughed, and steepled his hands into his lap. "Right. So I''ve stated my reasons. What say you? If it helps, I am willing to submit my full status sheet." I shook my head. "No need for that. The only thing that really matters is that I can trust you. But hold up. Ysanna told you directly to come to me?" "What? No, of course not." I paused. He looked genuinely confused. That was strange. "Then what do you mean, your goddess told you to come to me. Are we not talking about Ysanna?" "We are. Lady Ysanna is the patron deity of the islands. Even more so after her return." "Okay. I''m drawing a blank. Then who told you to come here?" "The goddess''s chosen. Sir Callen." "I think I understand the confusion, Cyrus," Teddy interjected. He smiled in the same way one would to a kid before telling them they were being an idiot. "What do you mean?" I said, my eyes narrowing. "You have to understand that to any normal person, speaking with a god or goddess is unlikely or impossible. Beyond high clergy members or individuals like a chosen or a scion, to speak to their deity just isn''t likely. And why would a goddess speak to a mortal if they have their chosen for that?" "But I-" "Yes," he sighed. "We know. There''s a reason why we sit down and talk." So you are confirming it you bastard. I wasn''t actually mad, or disturbed by the idea. It would be crazy to assume the others didn''t have to destress or talk about the chaos I brought to their lives. But so long as they kept telling me to stick around, then so be it. They were all big boys and girls, if they wanted me gone, they could have easily told me so. Though, considering how Isaac reacted to me earlier... I cleared my throat. "Well, I''m not going to say no to a trained alchemist who can identify things. But it''s not just me traveling around. It''s up to the rest of these guys." "We''d be happy to have you join us, Khrem," Teddy said. "An identify skill would be a boon to keeping up with Cyrus," Celenae said cheerfully. Isaac shrugged, too busy finishing off the last of the Nathan pancakes and Igas repeated the motion. But it was Eodyne who held up a hand. "Yes?" Khrem asked, sounding nervous. "Do you plan on fighting?" Eodyne asked. "Fighting?" "Whether he reveals the details to you or not, is not up to me. But you must know what joining us will entail. It will be dangerous at times, far more dangerous than what you would have experienced on the island." At that, Khrem relaxed. "I do not plan to fight. But if I must, I will be prepared. I''m a crafter, not a fighter, nor an adventurer. My skills are mundane and geared toward helping me in my pursuit of alchemy. But through that, I am never unprepared." He slowly reached into his robe and started to undo some of the strings keeping it fastened. I doubted he was about to strip for us, but he quickly undid the top knots and then tugged on his shirt. Underneath the robes and across his chest were two bandoliers of bottles slotted into pouches. Among the vials, I even spotted a large knife as well as smaller knives toward his hip. "I''m not so inexperienced as to misunderstand the dangers of this world. If a monster or individual shall come for my life, I will endeavour to make theirs a realm of torture." Isaac whistled. "I thought Sereza was loaded." Eodyne nodded approvingly and Khrem put his robe back on. "I''ve no objections," she stated. I looked around and then smiled. Khrem sat straight, and held his head high, but I could see the nervous wringing of his hands underneath the sleeves of his robes. His eyes darted to my hand as I held it out for a shake. Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. "Welcome aboard, Khrem. I hope you don''t regret this." He grinned a full shark--toothed smile and clasped my wrist. "I won''t." Before I could return to finishing breakfast, Celenae slammed a journal onto the table and pointed her pen at the beastkin. "I''m ready," she stated. "F-for what?" Khrem hesitated, and looked at me but I was too busy smearing butter on my food. Celenae leaned closer. "I''m ready for the identification. I''ve been waiting to see what the core can be used for." Sorry buddy, better get used to this. Maybe this''ll take the heat off me for a while. "R-ight. I''ll do that, yes," Khrem replied. He reached for the pouch filled with metal wire. Celenae was already adding a new entry into the journal. All the while, the others astutely looked away and made themselves busy. *** Shadsteel Golem Sinew (Spool) x2 Shadsteel Golem Threader Rods (Pouches) x2 Golem-essence Dust x1 Golem Core (Predatory Type A) x1 Abyssal-touched Welebrus x1 Catalouger''s Assistant x1 I read through the list and checked the descriptions one last time before giving it to Zharia to burn. The golem parts were pretty much exactly what I expected them to be. Shadsteel was interesting but wasn''t unknown to the kingdom. It just wasn''t the most popular type of metal due to the relative toughness of the material. And while the golem bits were interesting, they meant nothing to me being I was decidedly not a crafter. The descriptions didn''t stop Celenae from cataloging them anyway. It wasn''t hard to guess that one day she would be publishing her findings, whatever those may be. The golem dust was mildly more interesting but relatively simple in its use. Khrem did note that while he could experiment with the material, it was best sold to an engineer or enchanter rather than wasting them for what would likely be dud potions. Golem-essence Dust: Refine mana powder infused with mental and metal-aspected mana. Highly conductive material allows for the instantaneous transfer of mana throughout the golem''s body. It was essentially, golem blood? Or something similar, my analogy wasn''t perfect but it made the most sense. The golem core had drawn the most attention, and I was persuaded to either keep or bring to the kingdom''s library. Golem Core (Predator Type A): Inactive core of a Predator class golem. Configuration set to ambush. Best suited for stealth and assassin type models.
  • Complex rune pathways engineered into a crystal catalyst core enables the memory data of a golem persona. Persona dependent on core type.
  • Best suited for tier one to two materials.
  • Rule set, set to monstrous. Will require an active Controller Apex to command golem outside of preset Persona.
It sounded ''techy'' which was a surprise for a world so reliant on magic. The rune pathways interested me, and I was half tempted to crack the thing open and see what was inside. Celenae nearly grabbed the core from my hands and treated it like a delicate egg. Unfortunately, the others seemed to share her sentiment and glared at me as if I threatened to murder a puppy. After promising to hold on to it for the time being, I moved onto the jar of brine. Khrem looked at it in disgust, and when he popped the cap, the smell was nearly overwhelming. Abyssal-touched Welebrus: Preserved fourth hindbrain of a creature corrupted by the Abyss.
  • Mind numbing properties will inflict consumer with increased levels of aggression along with cognitive disruption until the poison has been filtered from the consumer''s system.
It didn''t take long for the betting board to appear and the organ to go down my gullet. Khrem looked mildly horrified but I showed him my perk to mullify him. The organ did... Something. What; I wasn''t entirely sure, but there was a blip to my mana that smoothed out as I breathed. Celenae noted it down and asked probing questions but even a trip into my soulspace revealed nothing out of the ordinary. Eventually, we agreed that a few more organs would show a change. If it was anything like my crystal bones, it''d serve to benefit me in the next evolution. And finally, there was the pen. To no one''s surprise, Celenae claimed the pen with an almost zealous reverence. Cataloguer''s Assistant: Enchanted pen reinforced with shadsteel metal and shade ink.
  • Inkwell is replenishable through mana
  • Upon imprinting of mana signature, the pen uses an autonomous golem core carry out its functions
  • Will write what the user desires as long as ink is available and provided there''s a surface to write on.
  • Prolonged use of the pen with the same mana signature will deepen the connection allowing for a faster transfer of mental data.
The others collectively oo''ed at the display as Celenae wasted no time pushing her mana into the pen. I didn''t expect the sturdy thing to be a miniature golem, but Celenae''s smile was enough to make me happy. Where once was black metal, the end cap along with gemstone like patterns etched itself into the metal and glowed with purple light. I could feel the mental mana latch onto Celenae''s thoughts but a quick checkup from Teddy revealed she was okay. Soon enough, she practically cackled as the pen floated to the journal and started writing for her. It was even more impressive when she brought out another journal and managed to write on her own while controlling the pen. I received a bone-crushing hug and was forgotten about for the rest of the morning. After filling ourselves silly and saying goodbye to Walter, Khrem joined us on our way to the arena. And when the beastkin asked why it was so packed, I could only grin. "It''s the second day of the tournament, Khrem. And I got some asses to kick."