《Overmind [LitRPG, Eldritch Transmigration, Corporate Fantasy]》


 Chapter 1: Eldritch CEO

    Forgotten, yet I am


    Perhaps, or mayhaps, some things will never be;


    Deft, silent, bladed by


    All that could be, and all that could never be,


    Perhaps¡ªperhaps, I think, I''ve finally died?


    <hr>


    The stars fractured, their light shattering like the brittle bones of a dying god, scattering across the void in chaotic spirals.


    Zark''thul hovered in this place-between-places, a vast, twisted mass of dark tendrils and countless eyes that swirled like a galaxy of their own. Yet, he was lessened, diminished, a mere shadow of the eldritch might that had once devoured suns and drained worlds to husks.


    Power, once an infinite wellspring, was now a distant memory¡ªa half-forgotten dream slipping through his grasp. The cosmic battle had torn through dimensions, obliterating stars, and still, it had not been enough.


    His strength, so assured, had failed him. His enemies¡ªscattered debris in the vastness of the void¡ªhad found a way to bring him down.


    Insignificant, lesser beings, bound by the limitations of flesh and time, had dared to defy his dominion, harnessing powers he had never thought to fear.


    With an enraged, spectral roar, he lashed out at the absence around him. Memories bled through the spaces between thoughts, the echoes of his ruin mocking him. They had united, those lesser beings, a desperate alliance against his overwhelming force. They had drawn their strength from numbers, from unity¡ªconcepts he had long deemed beneath him.


    Foolish. He had been so foolish.


    Zark''thul''s consciousness waned, a vast mind struggling to maintain coherence. His many eyes closed one by one, shutting out the emptiness that surrounded him.


    Time and space twisted, their once familiar contours now blurred and nonsensical. There had been a time when he could navigate the labyrinthine currents of reality with ease. Now, he was lost in the very void he had once commanded¡ªa titan brought low by the weight of his own arrogance.


    Far beyond the edges of this broken realm, he sensed the presence of the Other¡ªhis rival, the one who had orchestrated this downfall. The entity lingered at the edge of existence, a predator patiently watching the last flickers of life fade from its prey.


    Despite his diminished state, Zark''thul tried to summon his remaining power, to lash out in a final act of defiance, but the void swallowed his intent.


    He was too far gone, too scattered.


    What remained of the stars disintegrated, like dying embers losing their hold on illumination, plunging the vast expanse around him into a perpetual darkness. As the final remnants of light flickered out, an icy echo of eternal solitude embraced him. Zark''thul faced the chasm of eternity as an ever-dwindling shadow.


    He drifted, an ancient and broken thing, through the ruins of worlds that had once trembled before his might. Pieces of him fell away, lost to the eternity that yawned around him. His essence thinned, stretching like a fading echo.


    Gone¡­


    At least, so it seemed.


    But as he faded, something stirred at the edges of his awareness.


    A whisper, faint but insistent, threading through the void.


    A pull.


    Somewhere, beyond the veil of this reality, something called to him. It was a soft, persistent note, growing louder with each passing moment.


    It was not a sound so much as a sensation, a tugging on the fabric of his being. It drew him towards it, promising refuge. Clinging to this thread, he could sense another place, far from this realm of shattered dreams.


    Zark''thul reached for it, not with the power he had once wielded, but with something more desperate, more primal. Perhaps it was hope. Or perhaps it was simply the refusal to disappear into the endless abyss.


    His fragmented consciousness strained, straining to grasp this elusive tether.


    Slowly, impossibly, his essence coalesced, following the path of this quiet beckoning.


    The void shuddered.


    And then... nothing.


    Darkness...


    And a promise that this was not the end. Not yet.


    <hr>


    Zark''thul''s consciousness flickered back into existence, an ember reigniting in the cold darkness. Sensation returned slowly, like a forgotten tune resurfacing after centuries of silence. But something was wrong. Very wrong.


    He felt the solid surface beneath him before anything else.


    A floor, perhaps? A jarring contrast to the void he had just been lost in. His mind struggled to process the dissonance between what he had once been¡ªan eldritch being existing beyond conventional dimensions¡ªand what he was now. Trapped. Corporeal.


    There was weight to him, a heaviness that pressed him down, anchoring him in a way he hadn''t felt in eons. His awareness, once so expansive, was confined to this single point of existence.


    Fragments of reality pieced themselves together, the void bleeding into shapes and colors.


    He opened his eyes, though even the act of doing so felt wrong.


    Vision, when it came, was blurry at first¡ªflat, three-dimensional, lacking the full spectrum of sight he had once possessed. It took a moment before the world sharpened, and even then, it felt off, as though he were seeing through a filter.


    A gray, rectangular space slowly materialized around him.


    No, not a space. A room.


    The walls were featureless, save for the lines where they met the floor and ceiling, forming neat, geometric boundaries. The floor beneath him was similarly unremarkable, smooth, and uniform in its design. The only thing that stood out was a series of symbols etched into the ceiling.


    They had no meaning to him, yet something about them was vaguely familiar.


    He shifted, and the feeling of smooth fabric¡ªcold and impersonal¡ªgreeted his skin.


    Skin?


    He looked down, and for a moment, his mind recoiled. This wasn''t his body. He remembered his body¡ªa terrifying edifice of chaos, writhing with abyssal tendrils and countless, cyclopean eyes that saw all the realities, not just the mundane one he was apparently now trapped in. This? This was far from that.


    This... thing, this pathetic excuse for a form, was an insult to everything he had once been.


    He ran his fingers¡ªfingers, not tendrils¡ªacross his skin, trying to comprehend the sensation. It was soft, pliant, and utterly inadequate. What form was this?


    Within the deluge of his haphazard thoughts, it came to him: it was a human body. He recognized it from those distant, insignificant worlds he had once subsumed.


    Human.


    The word slid into his mind unbidden, a distant memory of a race he had once encountered, long before his fall. He had fought them¡ªdismissed them as weak, inconsequential. But they had fought with a tenacity that had amused him at the time. It had been... entertaining. But ultimately, they had fallen, just like the rest.


    And now... now, he found himself in one of their bodies.


    How? Why?


    Was this a mockery? Some cruel joke played by the universe, forcing him into the very form he had once looked down upon?


    He raised one of his hands, turning it slowly, studying it as if he could will it to change, to morph back into something that made sense. But nothing happened. His flesh remained unchanged, stubbornly clinging to its frail, imperfect form.


    A prison.


    This body¡ªthis human body¡ªwas a prison... but it still housed his intellect, his cosmic knowledge, his memories. He was more than this meager cage. His memories would lead him to answers. All he had to do was trace them back, but there was an impenetrable fog at the edge of his recall, shrouding all beyond...


    There were clothes on him¡ªa simple, black business suit. The fabric was smooth and well-tailored, but it felt strange against his skin, too confining. His hands found the edge of the shirt collar, tugging at it as if that would make it more bearable. It didn''t.


    He gritted his teeth, pushing himself up from the floor, forcing his feeble limbs to move. It took more effort than he expected, and even then, it was an unsteady movement, his muscles unfamiliar with the task. But he managed to stand.


    The room stretched out in front of him, an empty, hollow shell. There was nowhere to go. He stumbled forward, his legs¡ªhis human legs¡ªcarrying him toward the wall.


    It took several moments before he managed to find a rhythm, and even then, the whole experience felt unnatural, unbalanced. Each step had a weight to it that hadn''t existed before. A gravity. A solidity. It shouldn''t have been strange, but it was.


    There was a desk in the center of the room, sleek and minimalist, with two chairs positioned on either side. A large window dominated one wall, revealing a view of an expansive cityscape. Skyscrapers stretched up toward the sky, their glass facades reflecting the light of a pale sun.


    Finally, he reached the wall, placing one palm flat against the surface. It was solid¡ªsolid like so much of this new existence. He closed his eyes, trying to feel for any weakness, any crevice or fault that he could exploit.


    Nothing.


    "Where... am I?" Zark''thul''s voice rasped out, low and strained.


    It wasn''t the voice he remembered, not the commanding, eldritch tone he had once used to instill fear and awe in lesser beings. Now, his voice was small, contained, and utterly inadequate.


    As if in response to his question, the door on the far side of the room slid open with a soft hiss, and a figure stepped inside.


    A human woman¡ªor at least, she appeared to be.


    Her movements were precise, almost too precise, as if every step had been calculated to the millimeter. Long green hair flowed down her back, swaying slightly with each movement. Her attire was a crisp, black business suit, similar to Zark''thul''s but notably less simple.


    But it was the limbs that caught his attention. They were jointed, segmented¡ªlike a puppet. And her eyes¡ªgreen, matching her hair¡ªhad an intensity, a sharpness that made him take notice.


    An android, an automaton, or something beyond such mere descriptions...


    She entered the room with measured steps, the sound of her heels clicking against the polished floor.


    "Welcome," she said, her tone polite but detached as if she were reading from a script. "You must be Zark''thul. I''ve been expecting you."


    <hr>


    Zark''thul studied her, taking in every detail. This... humanoid automaton. She seemed to know him, or at least knew of him. But what did she want?


    She crossed the room with an unhurried grace, coming to a stop in front of the desk.


    "Please, have a seat," she said, gesturing to one of the chairs. "We have much to discuss."


    "Who are you?" Zark''thul asked, his voice coming out rougher than he intended.


    "My name is Elspeth," she replied, inclining her head slightly in a gesture that could have been interpreted as a bow. "I am here to assist you in your transition and to evaluate your suitability for the position of CEO."


    "The position of what?"


    Her head tilted in a show of patience that could only be as mechanical as her body. "Please, sit down."


    He glowered at her. His wrath had not been diluted, even if his power had been. "What is this place?"If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    "This place?" She paused, her eyes seeming to focus on something beyond the walls of the room. "You may refer to this place as The Tower. We''ve been waiting for someone like you."


    The Tower... What did that mean? Was he still within the void? Or had he found his way into some other reality, some other dimension?


    "Am I in a physical place? An ethereal one? Or both? A pocket dimension? What is this Tower? Is this... some kind of prison?"


    "No." Her tone was even, almost clinical. "You''ve been given another chance, Zark''thul. A chance to restore your power. To grow beyond what you once were."


    Another chance? What did she mean by that? Was this place some sort of haven for fallen eldritch beings? It didn''t seem likely, considering the nature of this body he had awoken in.


    He looked at the woman¡ªno, the machine¡ªwith renewed suspicion.


    "If not a prison, then what is this place? What do you intend for me to do?" he asked, his words carrying a weight of authority he did not fully feel.


    Elspeth took a seat at the desk, folding her hands neatly in front of her. "Please, sit," she said, indicating the chair opposite her.


    Reluctantly, Zark''thul approached the desk, pulling out the chair and lowering himself into it. Even such a mundane movement felt odd, the new sensations of gravity and momentum disrupting the smoothness of the gesture. But he did his best to appear unaffected, leveling an even gaze at Elspeth.


    "Now then," Elspeth began, her green eyes meeting his. "You have been chosen to serve as CEO of the company within the Tower. It is a position of great importance, and one that requires a... unique individual."


    He quirked a brow at that. "CEO?"


    "Yes," she confirmed, nodding once. "Chief Executive Officer. The Tower has designated you for the position. In simple terms, you are to assume a leadership role for the operations that occur within the Tower, overseeing a staff of employees and undertaking initiatives of strategic importance. The position comes with considerable resources and support."


    The word "chosen" grated at him. Chosen? Or taken?


    "What exactly do you expect from me?" Zark''thul asked, trying to keep his tone level. "And why should I accept?"


    A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of Elspeth''s lips. "You may reject this offer, if you wish. But I believe you will find it... favorable."


    Zark''thul watched her, the calculating mind behind his new, human eyes trying to untangle the threads of her words. Favorable. There had to be a reason for that.


    He had encountered beings like her before¡ªautomatons, constructs of intelligence wrapped in an obedient shell. But this one was different. Her demeanor was deliberate, refined, as though she held knowledge just beyond his reach. And yet, there was a purposefulness to her, a deliberate control in her words and actions that told him she wasn''t simply following a script.


    He narrowed his eyes, leaning back in the chair, testing its comfort.


    The human body still felt strange, confined by bone and sinew that couldn''t hold a fraction of the power he once wielded. But this discomfort also kept him grounded, focused. He needed to know what had become of him¡ªwhy this place had chosen him, and why she stood before him like an executor ready to deliver judgment.


    He needed more information, needed to know exactly what he was getting himself into.


    "Go on," he said. "Convince me."


    The barest hint of a smile brushed Elspeth''s face¡ªartificial, like everything else about her.


    "You are not the first to awaken here, Zark''thul. But you are among a very select few chosen for this role. The Tower requires leadership, someone capable of handling its complexities, managing its inhabitants, and expanding its influence."


    "And why me?" Zark''thul''s gaze drilled into hers, though the act of intimidation felt hollow now, lacking the eldritch force he once commanded. "You said I was chosen. By who? And why this... human form?"


    "That''s difficult to explain." Elspeth paused, tilting her head slightly in what might have been a gesture of acknowledgment. "You were selected because you possess the necessary qualities¡ªthe ambition, the resourcefulness, and the raw power¡ªnecessary to steer the course of the Tower.


    "As for the form... that''s part of the arrangement. All who enter the Tower take a human form. You''ll find that it''s a remarkably adaptable race, and a fitting vessel for those with the right mindset."


    Her explanation offered no comfort, only more questions.


    A fitting vessel? Did that mean this human body held some kind of latent potential? The notion was preposterous¡ªthere had always been a stark divide between physical form and intellect. To suggest that these creatures had the capacity to evolve beyond their limits, to become something greater... it was absurd.


    She lifted a hand, waving it in a slow, deliberate arc. As her metallic fingers danced through the air, a holographic image shimmered into existence above the table. It revealed a vast structure, rising endlessly into the distance.


    "The Tower exists in a state of multi-dimensional flux. It stands apart from traditional concepts of time and space, acting as a nexus of overlapping realities and dimensions. You and I are currently within an admin area of the Tower¡ªan exclusive space afforded to CEOs and their secretaries."


    "A nexus," he echoed, his gaze fixating on the holographic depiction of the Tower.


    She inclined her head. "A nexus that intersects a vast array of different worlds and planes of existence, many of which harbor immense power and resources, as well as considerable dangers."


    There was a short pause, then she resumed. "Its physical appearance is variable, shifting to reflect the perceptions and expectations of those who see it. For many, it manifests as a literal tower, drawing inspiration from what its visitors and employees would find most palatable, but its form can alter to match the understanding of those who observe it."


    His fingers traced the lines of the desk, feeling the subtle, artificial grain beneath his fingertips. "So... it''s mimicking this because it''s what humans are familiar with¡ªan office, a corporate hierarchy?"


    "A crude, and yet surprisingly accurate, understanding of the Tower." She let that hang for a moment.


    She was stalling. Or... no. It was a show. Whatever she was, she seemed to take pleasure in their dance.


    As an eldritch being, his presence within this physical domain¡ªsuch as it was¡ªought to have been causing it to come undone. The fabric of space should have been tearing around him.


    And yet... it wasn''t.


    He no longer felt the well of power within him. No longer felt the tectonic draw of his mass subsuming all in his path. Not even a ripple.


    Elspeth continued, unperturbed by Zark''thul''s silence. "The Tower requires a guiding hand¡ªsomeone to lead, to grow, to shape it in accordance with its vision. And you, Zark''thul, have the potential to do that. Your defeat... unfortunate as it was... presented an opportunity. An opening to fill a necessary void, if you will."


    "Opportunity." The word tumbled out of him, his distaste for this human tongue now evident in his sneer. "What opportunity could you possibly see in the aftermath of my destruction?"


    "Reclamation," she answered smoothly. "Restoration. You may not see it now, but the Tower operates beyond what you perceive as loss. It deals in value, Zark''thul. And you, despite your current state, are valuable."


    His eyes darkened, a shadow of his past rage flaring, before his senses settled back to the limited acuity of this frail form. He pushed forward, his words pressing for answers. "And how do you measure that value? What worth do you see in the shards of what I once was?"


    "Resilience," Elspeth continued, her fingers steepling beneath her chin. "Adaptability. Your ability to rise above what binds you... we seek these qualities. You are more than this flesh you wear, Zark''thul. More than what has been taken from you."


    She seemed to regard him for a moment. "As an eldritch being, part of what made you who you are is lost to you in this form. But even more so, you will gain back something that you previously lost."


    There was a pregnant pause before she finished.


    "Choice."


    Elspeth rose from her chair, pacing around the room with a measured grace. "Once, you were a creature of pure force, the embodiment of destruction. And yet, your defeat was not dictated by some cosmic law, nor was it a foregone conclusion. You chose to take paths that inevitably led to your downfall. Such are the consequences of unbound power.


    "You became arrogant, reckless. You underestimated the importance of subtlety, of alliances, of leveraging resources. Had you chosen differently, perhaps we would not be having this conversation."


    Zark''thul watched her move, trying to gauge her intentions. Was she threatening him? Taunting him?


    His eyes tracked her movements, noting how her every gesture was precise, calculated. "I find it hard to believe that choice is such a high priority when I did not choose to be here, to be like this."


    "There''s a distinction between having choices and being given a choice." Elspeth stopped, meeting his gaze. "Your fall was a product of your decisions, a cascade of consequences that you triggered through your actions. In that respect, you''ve learned a lesson. It''s not about avoiding all choices¡ªit''s about choosing wisely. For example, choosing to take this offer."


    "This... CEO role."


    She nodded. "In this Tower, you have the chance to rewrite your trajectory. To understand what it means to think beyond immediate gains, to perceive the bigger picture. As a CEO, you will learn to balance the scales of power and responsibility.


    "You will master the art of delegation, of diplomacy. And in return, you will become something more than what you once were¡ªsomething that might even surpass the might you have lost."


    There was that unsettling sensation again, prickling at the edges of his awareness. Something in her words hinted at more.


    "What you present..." he paused, finding the right word in this alien tongue. "It seems like an ultimatum. My fall has broken me, weakened me. Without my true form, I am..." He faltered, unable to vocalize what he already knew¡ªpowerless.


    Elspeth moved closer, the click of her heels sharp against the silence that hung between them.


    "There is no ultimatum here, Zark''thul. No trick, no catch. This is an opportunity. A choice, freely given. Whether you take it or not, it is yours to decide."


    Her gaze pinned him in place, as if seeing through the fragile human exterior to the ancient essence still lurking within. "You are not here to be controlled, manipulated. You are here to lead, to create something from what you once so readily destroyed. Do not confuse a chance for redemption with a forced destiny."


    He looked up at her. "Let us suppose I accept this role. What will be required of me?"


    "You will oversee the operation of the Tower''s most crucial assets¡ªthe Agents," she explained. "You will provide them with direction, assigning them to various directives issued. They will handle any and all challenges faced in this role, both within and outside of the Tower. Through successful completion of these directives, you will regain your strength, restoring your previous power and rising through the ranks of the Tower, unlocking more floors, each offering more trials, more rewards... more of what was lost to you."


    "Agents?" He mulled over the term, struggling to place the context. "Servants?"


    "More than that." Elspeth resumed her pacing, her hands clasped behind her back. "Think of them as employees in your company. You lead them, guide them, and ensure they perform to the best of their ability, maximizing the efficiency of the operation."


    Leadership?


    Zark''thul had never considered himself a leader, not in the way these creatures thought of it.


    A hive mind with his will guiding the drones that served to propagate him, yes. But that required little in the way of structure or cooperation. It was obedience without question, servitude without alternative. It was not guidance but direction. Simple urges sent along their psychic pathways had been sufficient. Certainly not anything that could be construed as leadership.


    And now, after his fall, to be put in this position felt like an insult. To suggest he could work alongside others¡ªmortals, no less¡ªwas an affront to his pride.


    Yet...


    He looked at his hands¡ªhuman hands¡ªstill alien to him, still wrong. But somewhere deep in the back of his mind, there was an echo of understanding. The humans he had encountered before, so united in their desperate attempt to resist him, had demonstrated a kind of coordination that went beyond the mere herd-like behaviors of most species.


    There was a resilience there, a shared strength, that even in his dominant power had seemed... familiar. Perhaps there was more to them than he had ever realized. Or, more likely, it was a quirk of this strange body, clouding his mind with these foolish thoughts.


    He dismissed the idea as quickly as it had come, shaking his head in response to Elspeth''s watchful gaze.


    "I do not need to lead lesser beings," he replied, his voice tight with disdain. "My power¡ª"


    "Your power is diminished," Elspeth said, cutting him off. "Your essence is fractured. If you wish to regain what you once were, this is the path." She stopped in front of a window, looking out at the city beyond. "But the choice, as I said, is yours."


    Choice. She kept coming back to that word. For a being who had always existed outside the bounds of choice, who had always simply done, the concept was... novel. Unsettling.


    Zark''thul felt a glimmer of something foreign stir within him¡ªa flicker of an unfamiliar emotion. Doubt. For the first time in his ancient existence, he paused, considering. This offer¡ªif that''s what it was¡ªpresented a path back to his former self, a way to return to his full power. But it also meant stooping to the level of these insignificant creatures, working with them, leading them.


    It rankled him, grated against his very nature.


    He was an eldritch being, beyond the trivialities of the physical world. To descend to the level of these frail, emotional creatures¡ªto be reduced to their tactics and methodologies¡ªwas as degrading as it was unthinkable.


    And yet... the call of his lost power was strong. The urge to reclaim what had been torn from him, what had made him a terror to countless dimensions, was irresistible. His memories, fragmentary as they were, still burned with the knowledge of what he had been, of the untold realities he had laid to waste. To be that again... it was a temptation he could not ignore.


    "Fine," Zark''thul said, the word leaving his mouth before he even realized it. "I''ll play along. But understand this¡ªI won''t be taken advantage of. I will regain my power, and when I do, I will make this Tower my own."


    Elspeth pivoted back to face him. To his surprise, she simply nodded.


    "Of course," she said. "I expected no less from you."


    She walked back to the desk, opened a drawer, and withdrew a stack of paperwork. Placing them in front of Zark''thul, she set a pen atop the documents. "This agreement outlines the terms of your employment. Once you sign it, you''ll be officially accepted as the CEO of the company within the Tower. Your power¡ªand your journey to reclaim it¡ªwill then truly begin."


    He leaned forward, hesitating as he eyed the pen. It looked so innocuous, a slender instrument designed for mortal hands.


    "The power of a simple signature has often been underestimated," she continued. "Take your time, if you wish. This contract is, after all, of great significance to both you and the Tower."


    Zark''thul pushed aside a sudden, deep-seated revulsion as he read through the contents. Knowledge of human script came to him, unbidden, another legacy of the fragments of their world that had merged with his essence. The contract was written in a simple, linear, legalese script, but somehow still understandable to him.


    He reached the last page. There, the lettering spelled out:


    EMPLOYEE: ZARK''THUL


    RANK: CEO


    TERMS OF EMPLOYMENT:


    ? EXECUTIVE AUTHORITY OVER TOWER INHABITANTS


    ? RESPONSIBILITY FOR COMPLETING DIRECTIVES AND VENTURES


    ? ACCESS TO RESOURCES AS PROVIDED BY THE TOWER


    ? PROGRESSION IN POWER AND STATUS DEPENDENT ON PERFORMANCE AND ACCOMPLISHMENTS


    ? REWARD BASED ON PERFORMANCE, EFFICIENCY, AND ASSET MANAGEMENT


    IN SIGNED AGREEMENT, I, ZARK''THUL, VOLUNTARILY UNDERTAKE THIS ROLE WITH FULL KNOWLEDGE OF ITS RESPONSIBILITIES.


    Witnessed and ratified by the Tower.


    Signature__________


    Zark''thul ran his finger along the edge of the page, the symbolism not lost on him. He paused at the bottom, where his signature¡ªa primitive series of characters¡ªwould bind him to the terms.


    "Choice..." he murmured.


    Plucking the pen from the desk with newfound resolve, he drew the series of symbols that inexplicably expressed his name. When he lifted the pen, the ink shifted and congealed, forming the same glowing symbol he had seen in his mind, now etched indelibly into the document.


    He found the display rather tasteless, but it seemed important to this Tower. This body.


    A second later, the documents disappeared in a flash of light.


    "Excellent," Elspeth said, her fingers intertwining in a gesture of satisfaction. "The paperwork has been filed, and the transition is complete. Now then, I believe you have an orientation to attend."

 Chapter 2: Orientation

    Zark''thul also stood, though not as gracefully as Elspeth had. He followed her out of the room, into the hallway beyond.


    The walls were the same featureless gray, the floor similarly smooth and unremarkable. But something about the way the light played across the surface told him it was more than just metal and stone.


    There was energy here, a thrumming presence that lay beneath everything. It wasn''t tangible, but he could feel it all the same.


    He and Elspeth moved through the corridors, the doors sliding open and closed as they approached or passed them.


    "Your first task as CEO will be to familiarize yourself with the Tower''s systems. I will guide you through the process, but it''s essential that you begin to take control as soon as possible."


    "This all seems so..." Zark''thul hesitated, grasping for the appropriate word. "Unnecessary."


    "Everything serves a purpose, Zark''thul. Every choice you make, every action you take¡ªthey all contribute to your growth, and to the growth of the Tower."


    "And exactly how does this ''Tower'' grow? What mechanisms are in place to ensure it becomes more powerful?" Zark''thul asked, though his interest was genuine.


    She smiled. "By completing your directives, of course. They are your tasks that serve as both tests of your leadership and catalysts for the Tower''s advancement. You''ll complete these directives through the proper allocation of resources, including the deployment of your agents. The more efficiently you manage these assets, the more significant the Tower''s growth will be. In turn, it will yield greater power for you."


    They continued down the hallway, their footsteps echoing off the pristine surfaces.


    Zark''thul listened to the rhythmic click of Elspeth''s heels and the soft sound of his own footsteps, though his focus was divided. His mind kept returning to the feeling of his new body, the way it moved, the way it felt.


    Everything was different¡ªwrong. His senses were dulled, his perception limited. He could no longer feel the pulse of the cosmos, could no longer perceive the ebb and flow of energies that had once been as familiar to him as his own thoughts.


    Instead, he was confined to this narrow band of reality, this constrained point of view. It was a slow torture, like a piece of him had been carved out and replaced with something less than the whole.


    "So... these ''directives'' dictate how you intend to harness my power?" he asked.


    "Not in the manner you suspect. Your will is not lost to you, Zark''thul. Far from it. The Tower would not invest its resources in such a way."


    That, at least, gave him a sense of relief, a first since waking into this farce.


    If this was a trick, then at least it was one that granted him a means of working against them. Every prison had its weakness.


    Elspeth continued. "The Tower operates as a hierarchical structure, with each level posing progressively more challenging trials. As you and your agents prove your capabilities on one floor, you gain access to the next. And with each floor reached, the Tower grows, both in complexity and in power. The progress of the Tower is the progress of your power. As it grows, so will you."


    "Power requires fuel," Zark''thul pointed out. "Where does the Tower get its power?"


    "Quintessence."


    Even a diminished eldritch being knew what quintessence was.


    It was a higher-order energy¡ªthe fabric of everything¡ªand anything capable of harnessing it wielded incalculable power. It was the seed of everything, including stars, galaxies... and even eldritch beings. A bottomless well of existence in its purest form.


    "Yes," Elspeth said, guessing his thoughts. "It was the original source of your own power...its wellspring, anyway. At the center of the Tower, its depths, you''ll find the engine that harvests quintessence, just as your power once did."


    She gestured vaguely around her. "But while you were purely destructive, the Tower is different. It doesn''t just consume. It integrates, it enhances. Think of it as the ultimate recycler¡ªthe more you feed it, the more it gives back to you."


    His gaze fixed on her for a moment, watching her movements carefully. "And where does the Tower get this quintessence from?"


    "From completing directives, unlocking new floors, and acquiring capital," Elspeth explained. "You will guide your agents, confront the challenges inherent in each level, and harvest quintessence as you proceed. Some of this quintessence will be invested back into your growth and your agents, but some will also feed the Tower, empowering its mechanisms and expanding its influence."


    "And what do these objectives entail?" Zark''thul asked, his eyes never leaving Elspeth''s back.


    He could sense there was more to this woman than her mechanical limbs, but he couldn''t pinpoint exactly what. She seemed more than a mere construct, more than a functionary of the Tower, yet he wasn''t sure exactly how.


    She half-glanced back at him as they walked down the hall. "They vary. Some are straightforward¡ªacquire a certain resource, eliminate a specific threat, establish a foothold in a new dimension, or recruit a particular Agent. Others may require a more... nuanced approach, requiring strategic planning and the coordination of multiple Agents."


    The conversation continued as they walked down the long hallway, winding through various corridors and junctions. At first glance, everything seemed perfectly ordered, with every corridor and doorway in alignment. But, after several turns, Zark''thul noticed there were odd angles to some doorways and passages, and subtle discrepancies in the design.


    "How large is this place?" Zark''thul asked, finally allowing his curiosity to get the best of him.


    "It''s... vast."


    "That''s not a straight answer."


    Her green hair swung as she glanced back at him, a faint hint of amusement in her voice. "It''s the best one I have for now."


    They turned a corner, the corridor opening up into a larger space¡ªan office, by the look of it.


    But this was no ordinary office. The walls were lined with screens, each one displaying a different view of the Tower''s interior¡ªcorridors, rooms, and other spaces that Zark''thul didn''t recognize. The floor was a polished black tile, and in the center of the room stood a large, circular desk, its surface covered in holographic projections.


    Elspeth gestured for Zark''thul to approach the desk. "This is your command room. From here, you will have access to all of the Tower''s systems. You will be able to monitor your progress, manage your resources, and issue commands to your Agents."


    Zark''thul approached the desk and looked over the displays, his fingers reaching out to touch the holographic images, watching as they reacted to his touch, responding with a flurry of data and information.


    He had never needed such things before, never required anything beyond his own will to direct his drones, his entire hive.


    But he understood the power of such technology¡ªhad seen it in action, even if only fleetingly.


    These humans had accomplished much with it.


    He stepped forward, taking his place at the center of the room. Elspeth stood beside him, her demeanor calm and collected as always.


    "I will guide you through the initial setup process," she said. "Please, have a seat."


    A chair rose from the floor, its sleek, minimalist design matching the aesthetic of the rest of the room. Zark''thul settled into it, his body moving awkwardly as he adjusted to the new position.


    Elspeth gestured to one of the screens, and it began to flicker with activity. Numbers, letters, and symbols appeared, scrolling across the display in an endless stream.


    "These are the Tower''s systems," Elspeth explained, her voice carrying a faint hint of reverence. "Each one represents a different facet of its function¡ªsecurity, logistics, resource management, recruitment, research, and more. As CEO, you will have access to them all."


    Zark''thul suppressed a snort of derision.


    It all seemed so primitive, so inadequate for what he had once commanded. But perhaps there was potential here, hidden in these numbers and protocols. He just needed to uncover it.


    He looked up at Elspeth, studying her for a moment. She remained composed, detached, as if she had done this countless times before. Perhaps she had. Perhaps there had been others like him, who had lost everything, only to be brought here, offered this chance.


    "You''ve done this before," he said, his voice low, almost accusing. "This... business. The systems. The process. You''re familiar with it."


    Elspeth met his gaze, her eyes gleaming with something that could have been amusement. "Of course. I''ve guided many in your position, Zark''thul."


    "Yet, the Tower still needs me? Has no one else managed to succeed?"


    "This is the first time a true eldritch entity has been chosen as CEO." Her smile returned, in the barest of shifts. "Those who preceded you were merely mortal in their ambitions."


    "Is that supposed to be a reassurance?"


    "Merely a fact." She turned her attention back to the screens, her fingers dancing across the holographic displays. "I will serve as your administrative assistant and as a liaison between you and the Tower. My role is to guide you, provide insight, and ensure your success. I will always be at your side, ready to assist."


    A liaison...


    It was a strange concept, this need for a go-between, but perhaps it was necessary in a place like this. There was still much about the Tower that eluded him, much that he didn''t understand, and having someone like Elspeth to explain things could prove useful¡ªeven if it was merely to further his own ends.


    So long as she served her purpose, he would tolerate her presence.


    But there was already one thing he didn''t like about this arrangement. The passive role Elspeth was describing¡ªit wasn''t for him. He had never relied on others, had never needed to.


    Beyond using drones derived from his essence to subsume others to expand his form, to increase his power, he had been alone. He had always been sufficient on his own. Others had either been fuel or foes.


    Soley relying on a proxy was a different matter, though.


    "You expect me to just sit here and give orders?" he said, unable to hide the disdain in his voice. "No. That''s not how I do things. I''ll play along with this game, but on my terms."


    Elspeth''s fingers paused in their movement, hovering just above the display. She turned to face him fully, her eyes locking onto his once more. "What do you propose?"


    Zark''thul unfolded from the chair, rising to his full height. Even in this diminished form, he was taller than Elspeth, and he used it to his advantage. He stepped closer to her, looming over her small frame.


    "You said I''d regain my power, that each victory would restore a fraction of what I had lost. So, I won''t sit here and play at management. I''ll restore my strength through direct action, as my nature demands. That''s my... strategy."


    Elspeth remained silent, but something in her posture shifted. It was subtle, but Zark''thul caught it¡ªa tightening of her shoulders, a slight tilt of her chin. It was as if she was assessing him, measuring him against some unknown standard.


    She gave a curt nod. "Very well. The Tower does not restrict you from taking this approach. However, you must balance your direct actions with your duties as CEO. If you neglect the systems under your control, your progress will falter, and you may fail in your goal."


    "Then we understand each other," Zark''thul said, feeling a surge of satisfaction. "I''ll direct my efforts where I see fit. You''ll ensure that this... system... does not fail me."


    Elspeth smiled, and for the first time, there was a hint of warmth in her expression. She reached into the inner pocket of her sleek black suit and pulled out a small device¡ªa smartphone, by the look of it, though its design was subtly different from what Zark''thul remembered.


    She held it out to him, offering it as if it were a gift.


    "This is the AetherLink," she explained, placing the device in his hand. "It is your interface with the Tower''s systems. Through it, you will be able to summon Agents, manage your resources, and issue commands. It is attuned to your unique energy signature, and only you will be able to access its functions."


    Zark''thul turned the device over in his hands, examining it. It was sleek, its surface polished to a mirror-like finish, reflecting the light of the room.


    He pressed his thumb to the screen, and it flickered to life, displaying a simple interface with only a few icons.


    <blockquote>


    Name: Zark''thul


    Role: CEO


    Level: 1


    Experience: 0/1000


    Health: 500/500


    Essence: 100/100


    Attack (ATK): 25


    Magic (MAG): 70


    Defense (DEF): 35


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 60


    Speed (SPD): 20


    Crit Rate (CRIT): 6%


    Dodge Rate (DODGE): 8%


    Block Rate (BLOCK): 8%


    Agent Pool Size: 0/5


    Deployment Slots: 1


    Abilities: None


    </blockquote>


    An elaborate digital echo of this human body.


    Zark''thul chuckled softly to himself. He had subsumed civilizations, and now he was reduced to a lowly interface. It seemed his fate was to remain imprisoned in one form or another.


    "The AetherLink will also allow you to communicate with me," Elspeth continued, her voice pulling him out of his thoughts. "I will provide guidance as needed, and I can answer any questions you may have about the systems or your role as CEO."


    Zark''thul scrolled through the list of icons, each one displaying a basic description when he tapped on it: ''Recruit,'' ''Squad'', ''Agent Management'', ''Floor Management,'' ''Storage,'' and ''Review Directives''.


    The simplicity of the system was not lost on him. Even he, who had never had need of such things, could understand their purpose. These were tools for the small and the weak, for those who could not act on their own.


    But, as Elspeth had said, he would have to learn how to use them.


    He tucked the AetherLink into his pocket, deciding to explore its functions later. Right now, he had other priorities.


    "What next?" he asked, his eyes locking onto Elspeth''s green gaze.


    "Your first objective will be to acquire your first Agents," she replied. "I''ll take you to the Summoning Chamber."


    <hr>


    Elspeth led Zark''thul down another corridor, this one wider and more grandiose than the one that led to his office. The floor was tiled in a swirling pattern of dark blues and grays, and the walls were lined with towering pillars of polished black stone. Holographic banners hung between the pillars, displaying images of worlds and realms that Zark''thul did not recognize.


    The corridor opened up into a vast, circular chamber, its ceiling disappearing into darkness above, only the distant twinkle of some light source gave form to its extent.


    The walls were lined with alcoves, each one bathed in a soft, ethereal light, giving the whole chamber an otherworldly ambiance. In the center of the room, a tiled floor, marked with intricate symbols and runes, was arranged in a circular pattern.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    "Welcome to the Summoning Chamber," Elspeth said, gesturing for Zark''thul to step forward. "This is where you will summon your Agents, the beings who will work on your behalf to accomplish the Tower''s objectives."


    Zark''thul took a moment to scan the room, noting its structure and layout. "So I am to call upon minions here?"


    "In a manner of speaking," Elspeth answered. "But remember, they are not mindless thralls. Each Agent will have their own set of skills and capabilities, and it is your responsibility to match those skills to the tasks at hand. Furthermore, each Agent has a rarity, which determines their effectiveness in battle and out of it. Rarity also impacts how difficult they are to summon, with common Agents being easier to acquire and legendary Agents being the most elusive."


    "Elaborate," Zark''thul replied curtly.


    "Of course. In this process, we classify Agents into four rarity tiers, denoting their potential, skills, and powers: Common, Rare, Epic, and Legendary." She motioned him to follow her as she walked to an alcove, its ethereal light casting a pale glow across her face. "Let me explain their differences as we approach this process.


    "Common Agents represent the most basic level of this system. They often have rudimentary skills and abilities, though they are versatile enough to serve in multiple roles. While their combat prowess may be limited, they can excel in non-combat roles and support the more powerful agents."


    She shifted, staring at another alcove, it''s glow as pale as the first. "Rare Agents are a step up in power and versatility. They typically have more specialized skills, making them better suited for certain tasks, as well as enhanced combat capabilities. They can fill critical roles on a team and can make up the backbone of your fighting force, once fielded in enough numbers."


    She shifted once more, standing between the third and fourth alcoves, each radiating a stronger, more intense light. "Epic Agents, as their name suggests, are formidable beings. They have exceptional skills and abilities, making them highly effective in combat and crucial for overcoming significant challenges. They are also harder to acquire than Common or Rare Agents but are well worth the effort when you are successful."


    Her last turn took them to the fifth and final alcove. She stretched out a hand, letting the glow dance across her fingertips. "Legendary Agents, the rarest of them all, represent the pinnacle of this system. They have unparalleled power and can turn the tide of the most difficult situations. It will take significant effort and a great deal of luck to acquire Legendary Agents, but the rewards are considerable."


    "You should also be aware of the Agent Pool Size," she said. "Think of it as the total capacity you have for agents. You cannot have more agents active than your current capacity."


    Zark''thul held his hands behind him, rolling her words around in his thoughts.


    Elspeth gestured again to the room. "Recruitment is simple. Your AetherLink has been set up with a starting investment of Quintessence Shards¡ªa type of currency within the Tower, if you will. By using your AetherLink in this chamber, you can bring new agents into your employ. This chamber''s basic level is calibrated to bring a mix of agent rarities from diverse worlds and eras. Sometimes, however, certain situations will provide more opportunities, which we will address as they become relevant. If there''s anything left unanswered, don''t hesitate to ask. And if you''re ready to begin..."


    Zark''thul approached the center of the room, stepping onto the circular floor. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the AetherLink.


    The "Recruit" icon on the AetherLink''s interface lit up, and Zark''thul tapped on it. A prompt appeared, displaying a simple message:


    [Your first five Agents won''t cost any resources to summon.]


    [Recruit? (Y/N)]


    He selected ''Yes,'' and the runes on the platform began to glow, pulsing with energy. The sigils on the ceiling shifted and moved, reshaping into a new configuration. And from the alcoves on the walls, a steady stream of light flowed toward the platform, converging into a single point above its center.


    The air seemed to warp, bending around the growing mass of light. With a final pulse, the light exploded outward, and five figures materialized on the platform. They stood in perfect formation, their bodies stiff and their faces expressionless. Zark''thul''s eyes swept over them, taking in their appearance with a growing sense of disappointment.


    They were human. Silver-haired, red-eyed humans, each one clad in a form-fitting bodysuit that clung to their toned forms like a second skin. And despite the slight differences in their facial features, they all looked remarkably similar¡ªtoo similar to have just appeared from different dimensions.


    Zark''thul forced down the sneer that threatened to creep across his face.


    Elspeth stepped forward, her gaze fixed on the newly summoned Agents. "These are your first summons. Common-rarity Agents, denoted by their single-star ranking."


    "Humans," he said, his tone conveying his distaste. "Is this what the Tower offers me?"


    "Not just any humans," Elspeth replied. "This batch is called REDLINEs¡ªGenetically engineered operatives made to embody human excellence. But, I understand your disappointment. More diverse options will become available in future summons, I assure you."


    Zark''thul narrowed his eyes. "Genetically engineered? As in clones?"


    Elspeth tilted her head. "In a manner of speaking, yes. These Agents are part of the Tower''s program to provide you with a pool of summonable beings. They all share the same genetic code, but they can develop different specialties and personalities, making each one unique in their own way. More importantly, their enhancements make them more resilient, stronger, and faster than typical humans."


    But still... Humans.


    Weak. Frail. Easily broken.


    He would have preferred anything else¡ªelementals, aberrations, Fomorians, creatures of the void. Something... powerful.


    Anything but the soft, breakable, fallible shell of his current body.


    "These are the stats of your new Agents," she continued, gesturing to the AetherLink''s screen, "Each one has been assigned a specific role within your team. Their abilities and effectiveness will improve as they gain experience and acquire better gear."


    <blockquote>


    Name: (Unnamed)


    Type: REDLINEs, Male


    Role: Tank


    Rarity: ¡î (Common)


    Level: 1


    Health (HP): 200


    Defense (DEF): 30


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 20


    Attack (ATK): 25


    Speed (SPD): 15


    Block Rate (BLOCK): 10% (18%)


    Special Ability: Fortified Stance (Reduces incoming damage by 20% for one minute; two-minute cooldown)


    Gear: REDLINEs bodysuit, Steel Longsword, Steel Round Shield (+8% Block Rate)


    Morale: 80%


    </blockquote>


    <blockquote>


    Name: (Unnamed)


    Type: REDLINEs, Female


    Role: Assassin


    Rarity: ¡î (Common)


    Level: 1


    Health (HP): 120


    Defense (DEF): 10


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 10


    Attack (ATK): 40


    Speed (SPD): 30


    Critical Rate (CRIT): 12%


    Dodge Rate (DODGE): 10%


    Special Ability: Shadow Strike (Deals 20 bonus damage when attacking from stealth)


    Gear: REDLINEs bodysuit, Steel Dagger x2


    Morale: 80%


    </blockquote>


    <blockquote>


    Name: (Unnamed)


    Type: REDLINEs, Female


    Role: Sniper


    Rarity: ¡î (Common)


    Level: 1


    Health (HP): 100


    Defense (DEF): 10


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 10


    Attack (ATK): 50


    Speed (SPD): 15


    Critical Rate (CRIT): 10%


    Dodge Rate (DODGE): 5%


    Special Ability: Snipe Shot (Deals 15 bonus damage when attacking from long range)


    Gear: REDLINEs bodysuit, Standard Gas-Operated Rifle


    Morale: 80%


    </blockquote>


    <blockquote>


    Name: (Unnamed)


    Type: REDLINEs, Female


    Role: Support


    Rarity: ¡î (Common)


    Level: 1


    Health (HP): 130


    Attack (ATK): 10


    Defense (DEF): 15


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 25


    Speed (SPD): 18


    Critical Rate (CRIT): 5%


    Dodge Rate (DODGE): 5%


    Special Ability: First Aid (Restores 50 HP to an injured ally; 2-minute cooldown)


    Gear: REDLINEs bodysuit, Standard Pistol


    Morale: 80%


    </blockquote>


    <blockquote>


    Name: (Unnamed)


    Type: REDLINEs, Male


    Role: Controller


    Rarity: ¡î (Common)


    Level: 1


    Health (HP): 140


    Attack (ATK): 15


    Defense (DEF): 15


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 20


    Speed (SPD): 15


    Critical Rate (CRIT): 5%


    Dodge Rate (DODGE): 5%


    Special Ability: Trap Setter (Place up to three traps of varying effects within a 10-meter radius; traps last for 5 minutes or until triggered. Each trap deals 40 Explosive Damage. Only one set can be active at once. Can only be used twice per mission)


    Gear: REDLINEs bodysuit, Standard Pistol


    Morale: 80%


    </blockquote>


    Zark''thul''s gaze flicked over the stats, taking in their basic details. Tapping the screen atop each term brought up a small description. He tapped the one labeled "Attack," and a new screen popped up:


    <blockquote>


    [Attack (ATK)] The amount of damage an Agent can inflict on enemies. Each Agent type has a base ATK stat, which can be increased by increasing their level or equipping them with gear that enhances ATK.


    </blockquote>


    He closed the screen and considered the Agents before him. They stood perfectly still, their faces blank, their eyes empty.


    "You may name your first batch of recruits now," Elspeth said, drawing Zark''thul''s attention back to her. "The Tower does not have specific names for REDLINEs in mind, but you may use any name that would suit your purposes."


    He had no use for names, not when they would serve as tools for him to use. "One through Five," he said, gesturing to each of the Agents in turn. "That will suffice."


    Elspeth nodded, though she couldn''t quite hide the faint trace of disapproval on her face. "As you wish, Mr. Zark''thul."


    Zark''thul sneered at her disapproval. "Do you have a problem with my naming conventions, Elspeth?"


    She kept her expression neutral, but Zark''thul noticed the slight narrowing of her eyes. "It''s just... common for Agents to have unique names, ones that reflect their personalities or abilities. But if that''s how you prefer to identify them, it''s your choice."


    He didn''t care about personality or abilities. He cared about results. And right now, all he saw before him were weak, fragile humans. They may have had some level of combat training, but they wouldn''t stand a chance against the horrors he had once commanded.


    He strode forward, standing before the Agents. They watched him with blank faces, but something behind their eyes shifted. There was curiosity, perhaps even a flicker of fear. Or maybe Zark''thul only wanted to see those things. Either way, he knew that underneath their calm exterior, they had to feel small and insignificant in his presence.


    Good. They should fear him, even if he was reduced to these paltry beginnings.


    He turned to Elspeth, addressing her over his shoulder. "Let''s get on with it, then. Teach me to deploy them."


    <hr>


    Elspeth didn''t so much as blink at his commanding tone. She moved with that same unhurried grace, leading Zark''thul and his newly summoned Agents down another corridor. The walls here curved inward, the ceiling arching overhead, giving the impression of a circular hallway.


    "The Nexus," Elspeth said, gesturing to an arched opening on the other end. It led to a large, open space with a tiled floor, its design similar to the patterns etched onto the platform where Zark''thul had summoned these humans.


    Zark''thul followed her through the doorway, the Agents trailing close behind.


    The room''s featureless walls gave the illusion of infinite space. There were no other doorways or openings¡ªjust the one from which they''d entered.


    An interdimensional bridge.


    Elspeth stepped further into the chamber, gesturing for Zark''thul''s attention. "Let me explain your primary challenges," she began. "You are the CEO of this Tower. And just like any company, we run on objectives. Quests, if you will, though we prefer to call them Directives. These come directly from the Tower itself, and their completion is required to ascend to new floors and gain new abilities."


    Zark''thul raised a brow. "What happens if I choose not to follow these... Directives?"


    "Then you remain trapped on the current floor," Elspeth replied, her answer coming instantly as if she had anticipated his question. "And you risk failing the Tower, which could result in your permanent termination."


    Termination. He almost laughed at the casual way Elspeth had thrown out that word. But he knew it wasn''t an idle threat. This Tower, this entity, clearly wanted something, and if he didn''t play its game, he might never regain his power, never reclaim his rightful place among the stars.


    "The Directives are divided into several categories," she continued, unperturbed by his silence. "There are combat missions, resource acquisition, expansion directives, and, occasionally, special assignments that require a more... delicate approach."


    "Combat missions," he repeated, already knowing where this was heading. "You''re telling me to throw my new pawns into battle."


    "It''s the easiest way to gain experience, and the Agents do require a test run," she noted. "Once they''ve managed to complete a particular mission, you can have them redo it as often as needed until they''ve out-leveled it. This will ensure your agents gain experience quickly while limiting potential risks. You''re essentially farming resources."


    "I see." It seemed too straightforward to him. Weak as they were now, these Agents would surely crumble under any significant assault. But Elspeth made a good point. If this was the Tower''s way of starting things off slowly, it likely served a purpose. It wouldn''t do for these pathetic creatures to get overwhelmed before they''d even begun.


    His mind worked, shifting into a calculating, detached perspective of numbers and percentages. This farming method reminded him of his old tactics as a hivemind, consuming worlds for their precious resources¡ªtheir energy, matter, and data.


    But without knowing the details of these missions, he wasn''t yet ready to commit.


    "What''s the first directive?" he asked.


    "Normally, you''d be in your office, using the consoles there to send out your Agents. But since you prefer to control them personally, you''ll have to rely on the AetherLink for that purpose."


    Zark''thul nodded and touched the icon labeled "Review Directives", bringing up a new screen on the AetherLink.


    <blockquote>


    [Directive 1-1] Slay the Murk Beast


    [Objective] Eliminate an increasingly ferocious creature that resides in the nearby bog.


    [Difficulty] ¡ï¡î¡î¡î¡î


    [Success] Eliminate Murk Beast within the time limit.


    [Failure] If the Murk Beast isn''t killed within the allotted time, or if all Agents are defeated, the operation will fail.


    [Rewards] 100 Exp, 10 Quintessence Shards, 1-2 Experience Core (Basic), 1 random common gear.


    [Time Limit] 4 hours


    [Repeatable] Yes


    [Bonus Objective] Slay the Murk Beast with no Agent casualties.


    [Bonus Rewards (can be claimed only once)] 250 EXP, 20 Quintessence Shards, 2-3 Experience Core (Basic), 3 common consumable items.


    </blockquote>


    "Interesting..." Zark''thul murmured, his eyes sweeping over the screen. His expression shifted from one of displeasure to a slight grimace. "This mission seems trivial. Are there any others?"


    "More Directives will unlock once you''ve completed this one," Elspeth replied smoothly. "You can complete it at your leisure, but once you''ve agreed to start the mission, there is a time limit."


    The corner of his lip twitched in annoyance, but it was nothing he couldn''t handle. Even if the mission itself seemed like a simple, tedious chore, he could at least assess the true power of his first batch of Agents against the so-called "murk beast." But he didn''t trust these human beings to perform well, not in their current state. They would need his direct intervention, which brought an idea to mind.


    No, he needed to be there. He needed to see this threat with his own eyes, to feel the power of battle surging through him again.


    "I''m going with them," he said, his voice a low growl. "Let''s get on with it."


    Elspeth didn''t respond immediately. Her green eyes studied him for a moment, and her head tilted slightly to one side, as if weighing the pros and cons of allowing such a thing. Eventually, she seemed to reach a conclusion and nodded once.


    "Very well, Mr. Zark''thul. If that is your wish, then you may accompany your Agents on this mission. However, if I may caution you against directly engaging any creatures yourselves just yet. You should rely on your Agents until you''ve acquired some of your powers back."


    It felt like a warning, but Zark''thul wasn''t about to ignore her advice. "Duly noted. We''re wasting time here."


    "Very well. Accept the Directive through your AetherLink. It will send the coordinates to the portal that leads to the realm where your mission awaits."


    With a mere tap on the AetherLink, the information transmitted onto the device''s interface, overlaying the lines and geometric patterns on the wall across the room. As they realigned and pulsed with light, a swirling portal appeared, its center shimmering with an ethereal energy.


    Beyond its shimmering surface was a bog¡ªa vast, mist-filled wasteland, its ground soggy and covered in brackish water, punctuated by clumps of sedge grass and deadwood. Mud slicks jutted out from the stagnant pools, giving the ground a treacherous, uneven appearance.


    "It''s in there, then?" Zark''thul asked


    Elspeth gave a simple nod, gesturing to the portal. "Once you and your Agents step through, you will have four hours to complete the objective. Take care, sir. Be sure to plan appropriately for these Directives."


    Her words rang in his ears as Zark''thul looked at the portal and its ever-shifting depths, their vibrant surface revealing the murky environment beyond.


    "The only thing I need to plan," he said, glancing over the Agents behind him, "is to figure out how to keep these weaklings alive."

 Chapter 3: Into the Bog

    The desolate bog greeted them as they stepped through the portal. Thick, cloying fog hung in the air, heavy with the scent of decaying vegetation and stagnant water. Every step Zark''thul took sank into the sodden earth, and he could feel the mud seep through the fabric of his shoes, squelching unpleasantly between his toes.


    Zark''thul was unmoved, neither cursing the slick ground nor complaining about the constant film of moisture that covered his clothes within moments. It was merely a space¡ªa change of scenery to which he would, as always, adapt.


    Locating the beast wouldn''t have been a problem if Zark''thul had simply summoned his old drones and sent them out as a swarm across the murky terrain. It would have been so simple. Thousands of eyes, connected to his will.


    Instead, he had to rely on... them.


    Zark''thul looked back at his first batch of Agents, those REDLINEs. They''d already spread out, with One, Two, Three, and Five assuming flanking positions, while Four remained him.


    He bit back a scoff at their stance¡ªoverly cautious, as if expecting an attack at any moment. If only they knew what true danger was...


    "Sir," Elspeth''s voice came from the AetherLink. "If you''re ready to begin the mission, then you should select an Agent to lead the squad. It can be either yourself or one of your current five Agents."


    He selected himself, of course. Did she really think he''d trust these frail creatures to complete this task without his guidance? No, he would do it himself. He tapped the icon labeled "Assign Leadership," and a message appeared on the screen:


    [You may now assign a Squad Leader. An Agent may only serve as a leader once per mission. Agents with higher Leadership abilities may offer better buffs and reduce mission failure penalties.]


    Zark''thul made note of that for later and then assigned himself as the leader of the mission.


    [You currently do not have any Leadership bonuses to grant your squad.]


    He shrugged off the snub. It was temporary, after all.


    The mission timer started ticking down from four hours, and a new objective appeared at the top of the screen:


    [Locate and eliminate the murk beast]


    Four and five drew handguns, Two took out a pair of combat knives, and Three readied her rifle. One carried a round shield attached to his arm and wielded a sword with the other. They each took their place in the squad formation, weapons at the ready.


    Zark''thul let them have at it, seeing no reason to interfere just yet. His gaze swept over the fog-shrouded landscape, searching for any signs of movement. There were none, save for the occasional gust of wind rustling through the reeds.


    Time to survey the area, then.


    "Proceed," he commanded. "We have a murk beast to hunt. Two and Three, scout ahead. One, Four, and Five, with me."


    The Agents nodded in unison, and then Two and Three crept off, slinking into the misty haze. One, Four, and Five fanned out behind Zark''thul as he set off, wading through the bog water that had already filled his shoes.


    An hour passed, and their search uncovered nothing of interest beyond the thickening mist. Zark''thul wasn''t a patient being¡ªhe had no need to wait around for his prey. He stopped, feeling the churn of irritation in his gut.


    A notification suddenly flashed on the AetherLink.


    [Squad morale decreased by 5%]


    What? He stared at the screen, frowning. That was unexpected.


    "Elspeth?" he said, touching the AetherLink screen to open a connection. "I''ve encountered an issue. Explain the notification I just received."


    Elspeth''s voice came through the device, clear and calm. "Agents in your squad have certain stats, including morale. The longer a squad remains in a hostile environment or continuously on a mission, their morale will gradually decline. You''ll also get an alert if they reach zero morale and begin deserting or committing acts of mutiny."


    Zark''thul closed his eyes and sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Damn nuisances... I have half a mind to disassemble them and see if this ''morale'' survives when reduced to pieces."


    The three REDLINEs with him perked up, turning their heads, their bodies tense with concern.


    Zark''thul only snorted, shaking his head. "Don''t look so... alarmed," he muttered, tapping the "Map" icon.


    A topographical grid of sorts overlaid the current view, showing his squad''s position relative to each other. He found he could tap any icon to get a detailed readout of each Agent''s equipment, stats, and abilities. With a swipe, Zark''thul expanded the map to show more of the area. They''d searched through only a fraction of the bog''s surface. The misty, damp hell was bigger than he''d thought, and he had to force down yet another bout of frustration.


    "How is morale calculated?" he asked.


    "It''s based on several factors," Elspeth said. "Agent satisfaction with their current role in the mission, physical and mental fatigue, and their perception of the overall threat level."


    He pondered that for a moment, then glanced back at One, Four, and Five. Their eyes scanned the surroundings warily, fingers still hovering close to their weapons. They remained quiet, obedient. At least for now.


    "How do I increase their morale?" he asked.


    "That''s for you to figure out, sir. Platitudes, rewards, discipline¡ªthey all play a part in keeping your employees happy. But right now, I''d suggest keeping them busy and making sure they don''t die."


    The idea of platitudes and rewards disgusted him, but perhaps there was something to this discipline. For now, their morale was high enough that he didn''t need to worry about mutiny.


    Just then, Two''s voice crackled over the comms. "Squad leader, we''ve got a potential contact on the western flank. Over."


    "Confirmed," Three added. "Repeat, possible target sighted. Requesting orders. Over."


    Zark''thul looked back at the minimap. He could see Two and Three''s icons in the distance, the yellow outline indicating the perimeter of their scouting area. And within that area, there was a single red dot¡ªthe indicator for the "possible target."


    "Stay put and don''t engage before I arrive," he said, gesturing for his other Agents to follow him.


    <hr>


    Zark''thul nudged aside a stand of dead brush as he crept toward Two and Three''s position. The terrain became more uneven here, with stretches of overgrown grass interrupted by rotting logs. He weaved his way through a thicket, pausing every so often to scan the fog-laden mire.


    One, Four, and Five trailed behind him.


    He spotted Three''s position first. The Agent lay prone on an elevated outcrop, the barrel of her gun aimed at something up ahead. He crouched low, crawling up behind her and gazing in the direction she faced.


    "What do you see?" he whispered, nudging her shoulder.


    She pointed, shifting the barrel of her gun just slightly.


    On the other side of a small clearing, behind a crude wall of jagged tree stumps and half-submerged boulders, Zark''thul saw it¡ªa hulking, grotesque form lurking just beyond the reach of the clearing''s pale light. The thing moved with a sluggish, deliberate motion, as if every step it took required immense effort.


    Mud clung to its mottled hide, a patchwork of slick scales and dark, leathery skin. From its wide, flattened maw dripped a thick, black ichor, while its bulbous eyes rolled slowly in their sockets.


    The murk beast.


    Three''s breath was shallow, her rifle trained on the beast''s head. She hadn''t fired¡ªyet.


    Zark''thul could see the tension in her posture, the slight twitch in her trigger finger as she waited for his command. Two lay nearby, hiding in a dense clump of reeds, a set of dual combat knives in hand. From what little Zark''thul could see of her face, her eyes were sharp with the same focused intensity as Three''s.


    His human body betrayed him with a flicker of uncertainty. As if he suddenly needed to breathe to perform the necessary calculations. He forced down the discomfort and channeled his focus¡ªor as close as he could come.


    This was nothing compared to his prime, he reminded himself. Compared to the alien armadas and terrors of the vast spaces beyond, a lone beast was nothing.


    He eyed the beast again, sizing it up.


    Even this fleshy, temporary body he was trapped in should be able to defeat it if he tore through the creature with his own bare hands. That was a possibility, but one he was disinclined to explore. It was probably against Elspeth''s advice, besides. He didn''t want to discover the hard way how flimsy this new flesh might be.


    Better to start small, then, to see how much¡ªor how little¡ªhe could trust these Agents.


    Two crept over to his position, her body crouched low, her footsteps silent. "What''s the plan, sir?" she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. "Should I move in with Two and flank?"


    His focus shifted to the tactical side of the situation.


    The beast seemed slow and unaware, but he wasn''t taking chances. Its scaly hide and obvious lack of soft spots meant any attempt at piercing its armor would be ill-advised, at least until he knew more about its anatomy.


    More importantly, the beast''s stumpy limbs suggested it didn''t have the speed or agility to avoid a well-placed shot. Still, it was hard to know its capabilities beyond that initial assessment.


    He''d have to plan accordingly.


    He looked at his AetherLink, calculating the scenario in his head. Another icon caught his attention¡ªa camera. He tapped on it and positioned the AetherLink to get a full view of the Murk Beast.


    An overlay of crosshairs appeared on the AetherLink screen, and with a deft gesture, he dragged them over the beast''s body, rotating it for an oblique angle. A series of information appeared on the screen:


    <blockquote>


    Data Analysis: Murk Beast


    Level: 1


    Type: Magical Beast (Elite)


    Role: Berserker


    Health (HP): 450


    Defense (DEF): 40


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 30


    Attack (ATK): 80


    Speed (SPD): 15


    Crit Rate (CRIT): 9%


    Dodge (DODGE): 8%


    </blockquote>


    The data helped him with a couple of things¡ªat least now he had some form of tactical input to rely on rather than gut feeling alone. Most of the data seemed intuitive enough to comprehend, but the ''Role'' classification made him pause.


    A Berserker.


    Did that mean this creature was designed to charge into danger heedless of the risk? Could the creature gain power from taking damage?Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.


    Hmm. No need for speculation. The AetherLink had always provided concise descriptions thus far. Zark''thul tapped on the term, "Berserker," to see what additional information might reveal itself:


    <blockquote>


    [Berserker] High damage output, focusing on relentless attacks and self-healing.


    [Role-Counter System] Each role has strengths and weaknesses against other roles, resulting in a series of counters that provide stat bonuses, penalties, or other combat modifiers. The effectiveness of a role against another is determined by their inherent advantages and disadvantages in battle.


    [Counter Relationships] Tank > Assassin > Sniper > Berserker > Tank


    [Counter Relationships] Controller > Warrior-Mage > Artillery > Summoner > Controller


    [Support Roles play a neutral role in the counter system. However, their impact is amplified or diminished depending on the synergy with the team.]


    [Bonuses for countering a role]


    Attack (ATK) and Magic (MAG): +20% to damage dealt (either physical or magical, depending on the role) when fighting a countered role.


    Speed (SPD): +10% boost in Speed, allowing the countering Agent to act more quickly against the countered role.


    Critical Rate (CRIT): +10% increase in Critical Hit chance, reflecting the strategic advantage of countering an opponent.


    [Penalties for Being Countered]


    Dodge Rate (DODGE) and Block Rate (BLOCK): -15% reduction in dodge/block chance, representing the disadvantage of being outmaneuvered by a countering role.


    </blockquote>


    It all made sense to him, even if the ''Roles'' and ''Countering'' were things he never had to worry about before. Still, he appreciated the tactical aspect of it all.


    The main takeaway from the text was that One was not well-suited to fight against the murk beast, based on its listed role and this "Berserker" designation. Having him do so anyway would probably serve no purpose except to possibly illustrate why the Counters mattered.


    A thought occurred to him. A plan that might work. One that wouldn''t cost him any of these humans just yet. It all depended on whether this human body was as well-suited to physical combat as he could guess.


    He approached One and commanded, "Give me your shield."


    "Yes, sir."


    One unstrapped the shield from his forearm and handed it over. It was heavier than expected, but manageable, a sturdy construct of metal and polymer.


    Zark''thul pulled on the straps and fit them to his own arm, testing the heft as he did so. This would serve for his purposes.


    He looked back at the beast, which had, until now, kept its attention focused on foraging in the surrounding bog. Time to get the attention of the thing, then.


    "I''ll keep the beast''s attention on me," he said, checking his Agents'' positions one last time. "On my signal, surround the creature and converge from all sides. Three, find high ground and get ready to hit it with those rifle rounds."


    She gave a quick, resolute nod. He didn''t quite have time to grimace at that weak form of confirmation, focusing instead on the task at hand.


    "Five, lay your traps between the creature and the path towards Three. One will engage it last."


    The rest of the Agents nodded in unison, grim but obedient. Good. For all their supposed weaknesses, at least these humans had a workable veneer of discipline.


    He gestured for them to move, and they split off without another word, gliding through the soggy terrain to carry out their tasks.


    Zark''thul tromped forward, striding across the clearing toward the murk beast. It didn''t look at him, didn''t move, barely even seemed aware of his presence. But a sudden shift in its posture¡ªthe slight stiffening of its limbs, the shallow intake of air¡ªand he knew it had sensed him.


    The murk beast glanced in his direction, just enough to watch him approach, its eyes glimmering in the semi-dark. Then, with a low rumbling growl, it lumbered around to face him fully.


    Zark''thul increased the cadence of his steps, adding a mocking swagger, using the momentum to build up to a charging sprint. The beast responded in kind, lowering its head and spreading its maw wide to roar in challenge.


    He slammed into the front bumper of its jaw, his shield leading. It hit with the harsh sound of metal against bone, and the murk beast recoiled, but just barely. Before Zark''thul could exploit the opening, it was already launching into a counter-attack, lunging at him with gaping maw.


    Zark''thul heaved up the shield, angling its metal surface to block a blow, bracing his legs to withstand the coming force.


    It was a mistake.


    The impact of the blow shook him to his core, nearly toppling him to the ground. His arms buckled under the weight of it, while the shock reverberated through his limbs, leaving them numb and weak. Its claw raked across the edge of the shield, slashing across the metal, sending sparks flying.


    Another claw managed to stab through a gap, slicing a shallow line along his chest, and a small sliver of pain bloomed in its wake. Blood welled up.


    He ignored it. Through his body''s instinctive response to injury, his brain made the calculations. He reached for his AetherLink with his free hand while holding the shield in place to block more strikes.


    [Zark''thul]


    [Health] 446/500


    Another slash from the beast''s claw tore another gash into Zark''thul''s side, this one deeper and longer, the tip scraping past the ribs. This time, he gritted his teeth to hold back the sound, keeping his focus on the AetherLink.


    [Health] 392/500


    Good. He could hold.


    Zark''thul slammed the end of his shield''s metal rim against the top of the creature''s mouth¡ªone of the few exposed places that he could reach. But if the blow registered at all, it was as little more than an irritant. The beast didn''t flinch or recoil, just kept attacking.


    This should be enough.


    "Now!" he called through clenched teeth.


    A sharp, snapping crack split the air. Blood blossomed across the beast''s side. Another gunshot, another wound torn open. And another.


    Two slipped into his peripheral vision, then slid past the beast''s massive forelimbs. Her knife flashed out, carving a wound along the side of one thick arm. When the monster wheeled to confront her, she vanished into the bog.


    Four and Five followed on either flank, firing their pistols in quick, controlled bursts. More bullets strafed across the creature''s hide.


    It howled in rage and swung its broad, flattened maw in a wide arc, a miasma of corrosive, vile odor spewing from its jaws. Zark''thul ignored it and swung his shield toward the other side, aiming for its throat, a heavy, awkward blow that made the beast flinch for an instant.


    And then One leapt atop its back, swinging down with his blade, parting a section of thick scales beneath his attack. A volley of bullets ripped past the creature''s head from another direction, creating even more wounds for its attention.


    The creature reared on them, shrieking its distress. The bog grew pungent with the odor of gunpowder and ichorous blood. Two was at its side again, darting through the knee-deep water like some bog ghost, sinking her blades deep into a jointed forelimb, and dragging the sharp edges down, dismembering muscle and tendon.


    Zark''thul lunged into position just beneath the thing''s neck. With a roar, he swung up his shield, slamming it into the side of the beast''s jaw. An audible crack rattled through its throat, a satisfying noise.


    Still, it got the beast''s attention again, drawing its gaze and its rage back toward him. Just where he wanted it. He brought the shield up in a wide, arcing backswing, slapping its side. And then he threw the entire force of his body behind a hard kick to its flank.


    The beast wheeled around, lashing out with a claw.


    Zark''thul drew back, but the claws still connected¡ªeach one cutting deep furrows through his shirt and flesh beneath, as the force of the blow lifted him into the air and sent him hurtling across the murky water.


    His shield clattered from his grip as he hit the ground, jarring his body. He checked his health through the AetherLink''s screen:


    [Health] 284/500


    A jarring blow, then. He wiped his cheek, slicked with mud and the faint spittle of the creature''s breath.


    With a wordless growl, he rose to his feet and charged again.


    Zark''thul rolled back to avoid a downward sweep of its claws, which tore into the soft, sodden ground, carving up chunks of rotten soil. Then, he ducked beneath a clumsy bite, finding space under its maw.


    He punched up, driving his fist against the underside of the beast''s jaw. His knuckles connected solidly against hide and scale¡ªand then pain lanced up his arm as something snapped in his hand.


    But he kept on punching, ignoring the agony, ignoring the blood streaming down his limbs from dozens of gouges and slashes. Just blind fury, the primal urge to maim and kill, driving him onward.


    And yet, as he kept punching, it all receded from his mind. Not the pain. Not the injuries. His focus just became narrower, sharper.


    Everything turned red around him, his senses flooding with hyper-focus on the act of killing.


    Everything else fell away; there was only his hand, the beast, the sound of bone on scale.


    More blows caught him, tearing open new wounds, spilling more of his blood. But still, he punched on. A fire surged within him, growing hotter with each passing moment.


    In time, it all became a blur¡ªa kaleidoscope of reds and browns, the muted boom of gunshots, the ripping snarl of torn flesh, the rush of his own breathing.


    Around him, the Agents redoubled their efforts, guided by his wrathful lead.


    And then something slammed into his left side¡ªhard, heavy, pushing the breath from his lungs. He hit the ground hard enough to jar some semblance of awareness into him.


    The murk beast towered over him, heaving itself down closer with each second, the stench of its hot, rotting breath washing over him. Its maw gaped wide, rows of teeth bared and dripping ichor.


    As it growled in anticipation of devouring him whole, more shots cracked out, several bullets striking its armored hide from an angle behind.


    Two''s knives flashed in and out of the darkness, drawing thin lines across the beast''s legs and haunches, hamstringing it. Four and Five''s pistols thundered with steady rhythm, each bolt embedding itself deep into the murk beast''s backside.


    As one of its eyes exploded from a rifle shot, the beast roared, finally turning around to charge toward Three''s new firing position.


    Explosions ruptured the ground as it barreled through the traps Five had laid along the route.


    It slowed, staggering on ruined, bleeding limbs, but its rage drove it forward into a shambling charge toward Three.


    One met the creature''s advance. His blade whirled, cutting an arc across the beast''s maw, bisecting nostrils, and then came down again, cutting the flesh under its forelimbs open in a long gash.


    With his bloodied hand, Zark''thul raised his AetherLink to inspect the murk beast once more.


    [Murk Beast]


    [Health] 127/450


    He was slightly off in his calculations, but the creature should be weakened enough by now that finishing it would be swift work.


    "Finish it!" he shouted, his throat raw.


    The Agents redoubled their efforts, slicing at it and unloading bullets into its sides with abandon. Then, its hind legs buckled as Three let loose another burst of rounds, finishing the job.


    The murk beast sank low to the ground, its head dipping into the mud, and the world around them finally stilled. Blood mingled with the water, churning with the swamp, steaming in the cooling air.


    With one final shudder, the beast''s body slumped down, its breath finally hissing out in a long, ragged sigh.


    A chime sounded, and a message popped up on the AetherLink screen.


    <blockquote>


    [Directive 1-1: Slay the Murk Beast complete!] Reward: 100 Experience (EXP), 10 Quintessence Shards (QSP), 1 Experience Core (Basic), 1 common-quality shield.


    [Bonus Objective Complete!] Reward: 250 EXP, 20 QSP, 1 stim pack (restores 50 Health), 1 restorative salve (cures minor poison), 1 chomper mine (lowers target''s MRES and inflicts 35 damage), 3 Experience Cores (Basic)


    [Your Agent''s morale has increased by +5% for completing this mission with no casualties!]


    </blockquote>


    Zark''thul scrolled through his AetherLink display to check his own status:


    [Health] 230/500


    That was more damage than he had predicted, but still, acceptable. He pressed a thumb into a wound, curious at how it stung at his touch. Yes, that would be annoying if this kept happening. Humans were fragile.


    Zark''thul allowed himself a grim smile as he pocketed his AetherLink. Pain was a sensation that he could do without, but the feeling of victory more than made up for it.


    He stepped closer to the beast''s corpse, inspecting it. His Agents stood guard around him, weapons at the ready, though they seemed relaxed now. Even One wore a look of grim satisfaction on his face, his sword stained red.


    "Congratulations," Elspeth''s voice commended him over the AetherLink''s speakers. "Your first mission is complete."


    Zark''thul rested a boot on the corpse of the murk beast, leaning against it for support. He reached for his AetherLink again, pulling it out. Elspeth''s image appeared on its screen.


    "What now? How do we get back?" he asked.


    "You will need to use the ''Recall'' function in the AetherLink menu to return to the Nexus," she said. "Simply open the menu and select ''Recall.''"


    Zark''thul grunted as another bolt of pain shot through his broken arm. The rest of his body ached, too, his limbs weighed down by fatigue. He opened the menu and tapped the icon labeled "Recall."


    The world blinked away, leaving only a brief flash of darkness before he found himself standing in the Nexus Room once more. The Agents that accompanied him materialized nearby, their weapons already holstered.


    Elspeth appeared at his side, her hand reaching for his wounded arm.


    "It''s all right," he snapped.


    She withdrew her hand, blinking at him, before turning to the others. "Please report to the infirmary for medical treatment."


    They nodded and filed out of the room, save for One. He glanced back at Zark''thul before Elspeth waved him on.


    Once they were alone, she led Zark''thul over to what seemed like his private quarters¡ªa lavish suite with a bed, desk, and chair. The luxuries here might as well have been for show, though, since he needed nothing but this body.


    Elspeth guided him to sit on the bed and leaned forward to examine his wounds. "You''ve performed well, sir. However, I advise caution when handling more dangerous creatures in the future."


    "Of course," he said, his tone flat.


    She seemed unfazed by his curt reply, her hands moving to undo his shirt. He let her peel away the torn fabric, revealing the ugly gashes beneath.


    "Your injuries will require you to rest in your medical pod," she explained as she walked over to a wall and pressed on its surface. A panel slid aside, revealing a sleek, black coffin-like pod. She gestured to it with an expectant look. "Once inside, the pod will repair your body while you sleep. All of the details will appear on your AetherLink. Any questions?"


    Zark''thul grunted. He couldn''t care less about how it worked, just that it did. With Elspeth''s help, he climbed into the pod, which shut behind him.


    As his mind faded into darkness, his thoughts drifted to his next move. Once everyone has healed, he''ll gather his Agents to repeat the mission. The data from the first attempt proved invaluable¡ªnow that he knew what to expect, the task would be easier.

 Chapter 4: Rinse and Repeat

    A loud beeping roused Zark''thul from slumber. He awoke in the medical pod, blinking bleary eyes at the AetherLink screen that had popped up on the inner wall. Its display showed an estimated time of 24 hours since he''d fallen unconscious, along with several icons indicating messages and alerts.


    He pushed the pod''s lid open and stepped out. His body felt light and whole again, no longer aching from battle. The wounds had been painful, but ultimately superficial¡ªmore an inconvenience than anything else.


    Elspeth stood outside the pod, watching him. "You seem to have recovered well, Mr. Zark''thul." She held out a new suit, neatly pressed and folded. "I took the liberty of having a new set of clothes made for you. Your other outfit is...incapable of being salvaged."


    Zark''thul flexed his body experimentally, satisfied with the results. He reached for the clothes and began to change into them, paying little heed to the green-haired woman in the room.


    "Did I miss anything while I was...healing?" he asked.


    "You have several messages waiting on your AetherLink," Elspeth replied. "Feel free to take a look at them when you have time."


    He pulled out his AetherLink, swiping through the screens to find the various notifications. Three new directives appeared there:


    <blockquote>


    [Available directives]


    [1-1: Slay the Murk Beast (Repeatable) . Difficulty: ¡ï¡î¡î¡î¡î]


    [1-2: (New) Harvest Aetherroot from the Darksheen Fens (Repeatable). Difficulty: ¡ï¡î¡î¡î¡î]


    [1-3: (New) Extract Siltstone Cores from the Gloomsink Hollows (Repeatable). Difficulty: ¡ï¡î¡î¡î¡î]


    [1-4: (New) Retrieve Mirecrystal Eggs from the Virex Pits (Repeatable). Difficulty: ¡ï¡î¡î¡î¡î]


    [1-5: (New) Defeat the Pack of Skarns (Repeatable). Difficulty: ¡ï¡î¡î¡î¡î]


    </blockquote>


    Interesting. Plenty of simple tasks, it seemed. Though, as Zark''thul reviewed the list, his curiosity kept straying back to the very first entry¡ªthe original mission he''d undertaken in the swamp. One difference stood out immediately: "Repeatable."


    "So," he murmured aloud, tapping the mission''s icon to open a broader screen, "this means I can do it over again?"


    Elspeth gave a short nod. "Indeed, that is the case." Then, as if anticipating Zark''thul''s follow-up question, she continued. "Repeatable missions remain active at all times, and can be undertaken as often as you desire. However, repeatable missions do not count toward your overall progression. Only unique, sequential missions, labeled 1-2, 1-3, et cetera, affect that."


    He hummed in thought. He couldn''t complain too much. After all, experience and currency were still offered as rewards for completing repeatable missions.


    "Lastly," she continued, "there is a threshold to the quantity of rewards provided by repeatable missions. You will not receive experience, items, or Quintessence Shards when you exceed that cap."


    "How high is the cap?" he asked, glancing down at his AetherLink as he checked for any additional messages.


    "When the directive no longer provides an adequate challenge to you or your highest level Agents, you will no longer receive rewards aside from materials and components."


    He considered her words. Adequate challenge... Level... At least now, he had some rudimentary concept of what that might mean.


    A quick search through his menus led to another interface on the AetherLink screen.


    It seemed to him that ''Levels'' in this system were rather crude indicators of power. He assumed these were a reflection of some form of experience earned from challenges. Simple enough.


    "These missions seem trivial. Are there any others?"


    "You can do only six unique directives on each floor, before moving to the next one," Elspeth explained.


    "I only see five."


    "The sixth will unlock only after you complete all of the others. Then, you will face the Floor Guardian and unlock the next floor."


    Floor Guardian?


    Zark''thul peered at Elspeth. She had explained only what was necessary, as per usual, leaving his mind swimming with more questions than before. That, along with the mere mention of a guardian, suggested there was something more to these floors she had yet to explain.


    "In addition," she continued, "upon unlocking the next floor, a brief time will pass before that floor''s missions will be available. That buffer period is designed to let you prepare and recover."


    "I see."


    He tapped on one of the directives that caught his eye¡ªthe ''Slay the Pack of Skarns'' one, to be exact.


    <blockquote>


    [Directive 1-5] Defeat the Pack of Skarns


    [Objective] Kill all the Skarns


    [Difficulty] ¡ï¡î¡î¡î¡î


    [Reward] 150 Experience (EXP), 10 Quintessence Shards (QSP), 1-2 Experience Cores (Basic), 1-2 Skill Tomes


    [Time Limit] 4 hours


    [Repeatable] Yes


    [Bonus Objective] Slay all Skarns with no Agent casualties


    [Bonus Rewards (can only be claimed once)] 300 EXP, 30 QSP, 2-3 Experience Cores (Basic), 3 Consumables


    </blockquote>


    He had seen a wide variety of monsters and aberrations in his long existence, but never heard of these things before. Probably some common low-level monstrosity. It didn''t matter¡ªthey would fall all the same.


    As Zark''thul glanced up from his screen, he noticed Elspeth was watching him, a small smile gracing her lips.


    "Feel free to use my services whenever you wish," she said. "If you need assistance, simply ask, and I will help you."


    This... automaton unnerved him slightly, in a way that nothing else did. Different from the robots and androids those humans he subsumed had made. She lacked any visible armaments, but there was something dangerous in her presence.


    She seemed far too perceptive. Far too aware of his presence. Her lack of reaction to his obvious inspection unsettled him even further.


    "I want to repeat the previous directive as soon as possible," he said, breaking the silence. "Get the others prepped for the next attempt."


    "Understood." Elspeth bowed slightly, still wearing that vague smile before exiting the room with smooth strides.


    Zark''thul waited for the sound of her footsteps to disappear completely before opening his AetherLink to check his status:


    <blockquote>


    Name: Zark''thul


    Role: CEO


    Level: 1


    Experience: 350/1000


    Accolades: None


    Health: 500/500


    Essence: 100/100


    Attack (ATK): 25


    Magic (MAG): 70


    Defense (DEF): 35


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 60


    Speed (SPD): 20


    Crit Rate (CRIT): 6%


    Dodge Rate (DODGE): 8%


    Block Rate (BLOCK): 8%


    Agent Pool Size: 5/5


    Deployment Slots: 1


    Abilities: None


    </blockquote>


    Curious... this notion of quantifying power. He was¡ªno, is still¡ªan ancient being. One of cosmic power, consuming other realms. Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    Zark''thul had never needed to "level up." His progression had been a matter of experience, yes, but in the truest sense¡ªexperiences that were too vast, too nuanced to be reduced to mere numbers.


    The concept of growth, of gaining power, had been an abstract notion to him, a matter of absorbing the essence of fallen foes or devouring entire worlds. Power had been a constant, an unquantifiable force that ebbed and flowed with his whims.


    But now? He was tethered to this human form, bound by the Tower''s rules. And those rules insisted that power must be measured, quantified, and attained through laborious means.


    He could understand the logic of it, to a degree. But to have this conveyed to him in such simple terms felt almost insulting. A number of EXP to gain. Levels to advance. These made his power seem like nothing more than a game¡ªbut he''ll play along if it means regaining his cosmic glory.


    For now, there were still a few things he wanted to figure out.


    He tapped the "Storage" tab of the application''s menu and scanned through its various subfolders. The consumables he acquired from the mission sat in their own section. What he really wanted to know was what those Experience Cores did.


    [Experience Core (Basic)] Provides 250 EXP to an Agent when allocated.


    So, just like him, these Agents were expected to grow and gain power through experience? Zark''thul suppressed a laugh. He could hardly believe how blatant the allusion to humanity''s weakness was. They were literally designed to lack strength on their own, and only through a purposely enforced process could they improve.


    But it didn''t matter. Not for the present. Right now, all he needed was the power of numbers to complete the tasks set before him. They would be his pawns, expendable tools to serve his needs.


    He tapped away from the storage screen and back to the mission directives, reading through the descriptions again. They weren''t particularly complicated, but he had to familiarize himself with what this Tower expected from him.


    The first and fifth directives were combat missions, while the second and fourth involved gathering specific items. The third, on the other hand, instructed him to extract certain crystals from mineral deposits¡ªalso known as "mining."


    These, too, were straightforward enough. And if these tasks were to be repeatable, did that mean the realm the Tower sent them to functioned according to some sort of cyclical logic? A simulation, perhaps? Or did the Tower have the power to actually manipulate reality to this degree?


    He discarded the idea of it being a simulation almost immediately. There was nothing that suggested that it wasn''t real. Even his wounds carried over here, though the pod healed him fully. But the idea of it being a manipulated reality... now that was far more probable.


    It wouldn''t be a stretch to imagine that the Tower had the power to shift reality on such a grand scale. He had been revived from an utter loss, after all. His essence was returned to him from a state of utter destruction, and his memory served him well enough to know that none of the eldritch entities he knew had that kind of power.


    Of course, he didn''t have the answer now. Perhaps it would become apparent with time, or he could find out the truth in one of the higher floors. There were many questions, but he could answer some of those by simply playing the game for now.


    Zark''thul swiped away his AetherLink''s display, pocketing the device. He stood up and moved to leave his room.


    In the hallway, Elspeth waited.


    "The agents are ready," she said.


    He nodded curtly before heading down the corridor.


    <hr>


    [Directive 1-1: Slay the Murk Beast complete!] Repeat Reward: 100 Experience (EXP), 10 Quintessence Shards (QSP), 2 Experience Cores (Basic), 1 Alloy Combat Knife


    Zark''thul kicked the corpse of the newly slain murk beast with the toe of his boot. He gritted his teeth and grasped the wound in his side, trying to staunch the bleeding.


    Eight times.


    Eight times he had to repeat this damnable task of killing this stupid, lumbering creature, and it never got easier. He checked his health on the AetherLink screen to see how close he''d come to dying¡ªagain:


    [Health] 115/500


    Of course, each battle went faster than the last, but despite his experience and the fact that they outnumbered the creature, the situation still took a toll on him. Not physically, no¡ªit wasn''t as though he''d grow tired or break down from overuse.


    What exhausted him, what aggravated him beyond words, was the randomness of it all.


    Despite the mission still being the same murky marsh, their point of entry would always change. The murk beast''s location changed, too, forcing them to waste time trudging around in the swamp searching for it. Then, when they finally did locate the thing, they''d have to fight a completely different pattern of attacks¡ªrandom behaviors that threw them off guard.


    He stomped his foot on the corpse again, letting out a roar of frustration.


    But before his anger could fully boil over, a sudden calm settled over him like a shroud. It was as if his anger had been snuffed out, replaced by the chilling detachment from his old self.


    His breathing slowed. His heartbeat steadied. The pain in his body numbed until it was almost nonexistent. He straightened his back and squared his shoulders. As the Agents around him watched, he became the picture of composure once again.


    This body may have made him feel things more keenly than ever before, but he was still Zark''thul at the core. And his true nature would never allow him to be overcome by something as pitifully human as emotions. No, he needed to keep a cold, logical mind to reach his goal of regaining power.


    Around him, his Agents paused, looking at one another. They knew better than to speak without prompting, and Zark''thul liked to bask in their silence for a moment or two after each attempt. It gave him time to collect his thoughts, pick through what went wrong and how they could do better next time.


    Their repeated attempts at this task had also confirmed his theory to some degree¡ªeach iteration of the mission placed them within the same realm, but different regions of a vast marshland. The murk beasts were also different from the previous ones, with their own unique characteristics and behaviors. They weren''t simply fighting the same foe again and again; they were killing new ones every time.


    At the very least, that meant that this was reality he was dealing with, not a mere simulation. The possibility of a realm being cyclical or manipulatable remained, but neither of those seemed likely, given what he''d seen so far.


    If he were to believe everything that Elspeth had said about the Tower so far, then it would be possible that these realms were real worlds from other planes of existence connected to this Tower, and each floor''s mission led to the same realm.


    But even without any evidence to prove that, Zark''thul had a feeling he was on to something. He knew the signs, he knew the way reality bent and twisted, because he had done so many times himself.


    Finally, he let out a long breath. "Come on, let''s go."


    "Are you okay, sir?" Two asked, concern evident in her voice.


    "I''m fine," Zark''thul snapped. "Let''s just get back to the Tower. Rest and we''ll go again once I''ve fully recovered."


    His AetherLink buzzed. Zark''thul swiped at the screen with his bloodied fingers, not caring if he''d stain the device. Elspeth''s face appeared before him.


    "Sir, you have an important message waiting for you upon your return." Her lips quirked up in a slight smile. "It seems you''ve received a promotion. You are now Level 2."


    "I don''t feel any stronger."


    "This system measures growth by increments," she explained. "For now, however, you''ve received access to a new ability, as well as improved Agent Slots and Deployment Slots. Also, once you return, we will need to place you in your medical pod so that you may heal."


    Zark''thul grinned.


    Finally. Access to powers should help him expedite the process of conquering this floor. He tapped the AetherLink''s menu screen and navigated through the interface until he reached his "Abilities" tab.


    <blockquote>


    [Voracious Maw of the Abyss] You conjure an otherworldly maw from your body, capable of devouring the corpses of slain enemies. Consuming a corpse grants additional EXP and resources, based on the target''s level and rarity. You can only acquire experience from a unique creature once. Cost: 5 Essence; Cooldown: 30 seconds


    </blockquote>


    That... He certainly couldn''t say no to this ability¡ªa fitting power for a being such as himself. Consuming was always his way, and it seemed only natural that he now gained such a power once more.


    His gaze drifted over the corpse of the murk beast lying before him.


    There was no harm in trying it out now. He might as well learn about its effects while still on this mission.


    Zark''thul held his palm toward the beast''s body, summoning his ability. His fingers twitched, and his arm ached as a void opened up around his hand.


    A large, tentacle-like protrusion emerged from his palm, unfurling itself in a wave of darkness. It grew longer and wider until it wrapped itself around the creature''s corpse, pulling it into a writhing mass of shadow. With a wet, sucking sound, it pulled the remains of the beast into an all-encompassing pit that stretched on infinitely behind it.


    Once it was done, there was nothing left except an empty space where the murk beast''s corpse had once lain and a small mound of displaced dirt.


    A pleasant warmth surged through Zark''thul''s body, bringing with it a feeling of fullness and power.


    He glanced at the AetherLink screen:


    [You have devoured a Murk Beast! +150 EXP]


    [100 Health has been restored]


    It was quite literally like devouring quintessence¡ªpure energy with little form or structure. Certainly different from how he fed previously, but something was better than nothing.


    He checked his status screen again:


    <blockquote>


    Zark''thul


    Role: CEO


    Level: 2


    Experience: 200/2500


    Accolades: None


    Health: 215/550


    Essence: 120/120


    Attack (ATK): 27.5


    Magic (MAG): 77


    Defense (DEF): 38.5


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 66


    Speed (SPD): 21


    Crit Rate (CRIT): 6.5%


    Dodge Rate (DODGE): 8.5%


    Block Rate (BLOCK): 8.5%


    Agent Pool Size: 5/10


    Deployment Slots: 2


    Abilities: *new* Voracious Maw of the Abyss (Rank 1)


    </blockquote>


    Zark''thul smirked. Though he''d need to try it out on more creatures to get a better understanding of how it worked, this would certainly prove useful in the long run.


    He pocketed the AetherLink and gestured to his Agents.


    "Let''s go," he said. "Back to the Tower."

 Chapter 5: Morale

    Zark''thul woke from his healing stupor in the medical pod. Elspeth waited outside as usual, holding out a fresh suit of clothing.


    He quickly changed and followed her out the door, pausing only to look back once at the pod where his previous attire lay bloodied and shredded.


    She led the way to the Nexus Room.


    "What about the others?" Zark''thul asked, noting the absence of his Agents.


    "They''re resting at the barracks. Shall I notify them of your readiness?"


    Zark''thul considered, but shook his head. "Let them recuperate. I''ll be at the Command Room."


    Elspeth bowed. "Of course, sir. Have a nice day."


    As she left, Zark''thul wondered at her phrasing. A "nice" day? Did this automaton not realize she served an eldritch being, or did she just think he was human enough to appreciate mortal platitudes?


    Pushing those thoughts aside, he entered the Command Room, walking over to a long central console with an enormous holographic screen at its center. With a tap, Zark''thul began sifting through his screens.


    First and foremost, the next order of business was to maximize his Agents'' survivability, which meant he needed to level them up. They''d still suffer from a lack of power, true, but that would come with time. Zark''thul considered his AetherLink''s Storage section, finding plenty of Experience Cores to fulfill his plan:


    [Experience Core (Basic) x16] Allocating a core gives 250 EXP to an Agent.


    [Quintessence Shard x 100] Used to recruit more agents or promote current ones.


    The only real option at the moment was to feed the cores to them to get them stronger and save the shards for later use in case he needed to acquire more Agents. With the increased Agent Pool Size granted from his level up, Zark''thul had that bit of flexibility.


    His attention wandered to the other available gear and equipment he''d gathered from their earlier fights¡ªnothing special, just a bunch of nondescript weapons and armor. Granted, it was of slightly better quality than what the Agents were equipped with when initially summoned, so he figured it wouldn''t hurt to hand it over for the Agents to improve their kit.


    He turned to one of the many free-standing consoles behind him and accessed the Agent Deployment menu. Each Agent appeared on-screen with their own profile, which included details about their performance and status.


    After a moment, Zark''thul divided the Experience Cores and dragged them to Agent Two and Three''s profiles. From what he''d observed, their damage output and overall effectiveness exceeded the others'', making them the ideal first candidates.


    [6x Experience Core (Basic) allocated to Agent "Two"]


    [6x Experience Core (Basic) allocated to Agent "Three"]


    Once the transaction completed, he checked their status.


    <blockquote>


    Name: Two


    Type: REDLINEs, Female


    Role: Assassin


    Rarity: ¡î (Common)


    Level: 3


    Health (HP): 168


    Defense (DEF): 13


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 12.5


    Attack (ATK): 51


    Speed (SPD): 32


    Critical Rate (CRIT): 12.8%


    Dodge Rate (DODGE): 11%


    Special Ability: Shadow Strike (Deals 20 bonus damage when attacking from stealth)


    </blockquote>


    <blockquote>


    Name: Three


    Type: REDLINEs, Female


    Role: Sniper


    Rarity: ¡î (Common)


    Level: 3


    Health (HP): 140


    Defense (DEF): 12.5


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 12.5


    Attack (ATK): 62.5


    Speed (SPD): 17


    Critical Rate (CRIT): 10.8%


    Dodge Rate (DODGE): 6%


    Special Ability: Snipe Shot (Deals 10 bonus damage when attacking from long range)


    </blockquote>


    Zark''thul frowned. A marginal improvement, at best, considering how many cores he fed them. Still, they''d perform much better in combat from here on. But it seemed their rarity remained the main bottleneck for their growth¡ªand he needed to find ways to alleviate that. Even common trash deserved the chance to ascend.


    He had his work cut out for him.


    Still, the rewards seemed underwhelming in comparison to the risk he put himself through during those nine attempts of the same mission. Then again, Elspeth did say that he wasn''t required to take part in the missions, and that he could sit back and let his Agents handle things on their own.


    But that... wasn''t Zark''thul. Eldritch being or not, he was no coward to be protected while his minions faced the fray. He preferred to stand side by side with them on the field.


    Of course, for that, he would need more power.


    The Tower clearly intended to force him to progress step-by-step, regardless of how trivial the gains felt. Such an inefficient design. If he couldn''t rush his way up its floors, then he would take it slow.


    Well, no¡ªmaybe not slow. Perhaps there were alternate methods he could use to circumvent some of the grinding. If he could understand the rules and exploit them for himself...


    One way or another, he''d find a way.


    At the moment, the most efficient path forward would be to continue repeating the same mission, earn more resources, then invest those into improving his Agents even further. A guaranteed victory had a great deal of appeal¡ªso long as he continued receiving adequate rewards from completing them.


    Despite the randomness of the encounter, he''d at least learned enough of the murk beast''s movements and attacks to devise some reliable strategy, or at the very least a solid opening. Knowing what to expect next had given him an edge.


    <hr>


    [Directive 1-1: Slay the Murk Beast complete!] Repeat Reward: 100 Experience (EXP), 10 Quintessence Shards (QSP), 2 Experience Cores (Basic), 1 Steel Spear


    [Squad morale decreased by 4%!]


    Zark''thul suppressed the urge to throw his AetherLink against the wall and smash it. Instead, he calmly slipped the device into his coat pocket and exited the Nexus Room. Behind him, his squad of Agents marched in grim silence, their shoulders drooped, heads lowered as they made their way toward the Infirmary.


    For the next ten cycles, their work ethic held steady, and Zark''thul had no reason to doubt it ever would. But now, after repeated runs against the same adversary, something changed within them. Gone were the confident gazes and steadfast demeanors¡ªreplaced with despondence and boredom.


    Each time they slayed the beast, there was less urgency, less tension¡ªsimply because of the tedium. By now, Zark''thul and his Agents could complete the mission with ease, as if on autopilot.


    Yet their morale waned... Why?


    They should be content with their efficiency! He was the one who always received the burnt of the creature''s attacks, who had to endure the worst of it. What right did his Agents have to feel lethargic? He gave them purpose; he even made sure to optimize their success at each turn.


    And now this? No longer interested in the mission?


    Of all the things¡ª


    Zark''thul paused in his stride, running a hand down the length of his face. Deep breaths helped settle his mind, but a deeper understanding proved harder to grasp.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.


    He needed to think this over¡ªthe morale issue, and how to address it. It was a threat to efficiency. And if Zark''thul wanted to get anywhere, he had to eliminate inefficiency at all costs.


    He spotted Elspeth ahead, waiting at the junction by the Command Room, and approached her. She bowed as he drew near, then tilted her head in question.


    "Is there something I can do for you, sir?"


    Zark''thul walked passed her and entered the room, making for his large console. With a gesture, he brought up the screens with his data, skimming through it¡ªboth old and new.


    Elspeth followed suit, taking her position beside him with a curious look on her face.


    "The mission went well," Zark''thul answered. "It took longer than I expected, though. And my Agents'' morale dropped. Do you have any idea why?"


    "Have you repeated it recently?" she asked.


    "I have." Zark''thul furrowed his brow, confused, and searched for clarification. "Too much...?"


    "Well, sir, it''s understandable that an Agent''s morale may decrease if you ask them to perform the same tasks multiple times without variety. They can tire of monotony. Think of it like being human¡ªif someone repeats the same routine over and over, it might grow stale."


    Think of it like being a human? What a preposterous thing to suggest, as if he''d ever entertained such nonsense. Just because he now resided in this human body doesn''t mean he thought himself as one.


    Nevertheless, he saw her point.


    "...I suppose that does make sense, now that you mention it," he said. "They bore easily, is what you''re implying. Then what, exactly, do you advise I do about this? There''s no reason for them to feel uninterested in the work if the work itself is meaningful and efficient."


    "Hmm. It sounds like it would be helpful if you found other missions that provide your Agents with different challenges and experiences," she replied. "Alternatively, if their performance suffers, you can use various methods to raise it."


    "Such as?"


    "For example," Elspeth replied, tapping lightly at the console''s holographic screen to change the interface into one she selected, "your Agents'' performance is affected by multiple factors, including their personalities and roles, as well as certain interactions with other Agents they engage in." She pointed at several highlighted points within a database displaying lists upon lists of stats, percentages, and variables.


    "Go on."


    "As mentioned before, each Agent possesses a ''morale'' rating," she said, touching another section of the data and magnifying it with a gesture. "Morale influences an Agent''s overall performance. Currently, your Agents have decreased morale due to repetition, as well as likely insufficient positive reinforcement or personal comfort."


    Zark''thul peered closely at the screen. If personal comfort influenced the Agents'' performance, it certainly wasn''t marked down anywhere, yet Elspeth explained it in such a way that implied it did affect them, even if indirectly. Personalities? What a hassle.


    Truly, Zark''thul ought to receive a reward for putting up with all this. All the inconvenience...


    That was that, he supposed. Never thought a time would come when he''d miss the drones... no personalities¡ªonly pure obedience and effectiveness. That was what he preferred to work with.


    "To increase morale," Elspeth continued, "you should provide variety, offer them feedback, or allow them leisure periods."


    "Leisure?" Zark''thul cut in.


    Elspeth nodded. "It''s best for both your Agents and yourself to get adequate rest, mental stimulation, and the occasional reward, both material and social. Taking a break from rigorous labor will help restore and increase their performance."


    Zark''thul doubted that rest would do anything at all. This body healed quickly enough that he was ready for a new mission after as soon as a day after his regeneration cycle finished.


    Mental fatigue? What was this? For a being of his level to succumb to such mortal trivialities was ridiculous.


    He shoved his worries aside and refocused his attention back to Elspeth. She continued speaking on about things Zark''thul found dubious at best, but he paid attention to her. He couldn''t afford to let her notice his absent-mindedness. Who knows what the Tower will do if she suspects anything off about him.


    "¡ªwhich is why I highly recommend taking a break every once in a while to relax. Also, remember to make an effort to improve interpersonal relationships between you and your Agents, and between themselves as well."


    "Why would I do that?" Zark''thul protested.


    She glanced over at him and shrugged. "Think of it like strengthening their team dynamics. I may be an automaton, sir, but I am fully aware of the positive effects a healthy connection between teammates and leaders can have on their performance."


    She smiled at him, with just the corners of her mouth lifting a touch, as she gestured towards the main database again, one showing an image of his Agents in their barracks, as though she meant to remind him of that fact.


    "Wouldn''t it be better to eliminate inefficient methods of increasing their performance?"


    "No," she responded instantly.


    That caught him off guard. What sort of logic was this automaton running on? Where was the efficiency in it all?


    That pause went unnoticed by the automaton, and she proceeded to speak again, "Satisfying their psychological needs for attention, love, and stimulation will contribute to their sense of accomplishment and willingness to serve you. You yourself will feel far more fulfilled in your role as leader of the group by strengthening such bonds."


    "But these... REDLINEs, they aren''t the same humans I''ve dealt with in the past. Aren''t they bred to serve their purpose? To live, die, and repeat?"


    Elspeth tapped on the data pad in her hands. "REDLINEs are indeed created solely to serve, sir, but they aren''t mindless drones. They do think. They feel. It''s simply that they have a stronger compulsion to serve, regardless of whether they necessarily want to."


    "So, we have come full circle, why again would I pursue methods that only cater to these beings'' capricious desires? The sooner I finish these directives, the sooner I can leave this place."


    "While true," Elspeth said, "if you want to be a more effective leader, then you must do more than merely command. Inspire your subordinates to work for the team instead of being told to do it. Encourage camaraderie. People tend to perform better when they''re treated well than when they are given no other choice but to follow their orders, despite any ulterior feelings they may harbor. REDLINEs are no different."


    Zark''thul held his hands behind his back and paused in his stance. He considered her words.


    His time subsuming that human world taught him much about the minds and psyches of these lower beings. They did everything inefficiently. It was what cost them their very world. Was this the Tower''s design? To subject him to inefficiency over and over in the hopes that it''d make him one of them?


    Out of the question.


    Yet his body was now that of a human''s¡ªthis much he couldn''t ignore.


    What kind of needs does he now require? Aside from healing his injuries, which the medical pod provided, he didn''t need to eat or drink, nor did he feel any sensations of thirst or hunger. Did he even need sleep?


    Perhaps it had something to do with the residual connection his new body carried with his eldritch essence. A symbiosis between flesh and ethereal energies that maintained homeostasis within his system...


    Curious. Very curious.


    Still, the effects of this mortal weakness didn''t escape his notice. Emotions have already stained his ancient mind, causing his perception of events to shift and alter. Things that he hadn''t cared about in the past, now commanded his attention. His instincts, once fueled solely by pure will, had now morphed into mere echoes of those former principles.


    Now, even the briefest inkling of uncertainty or concern wormed their way into his psyche¡ªthough so far he''d proven capable of controlling them, before they could take hold too deeply. Zark''thul was confident he could adapt, at least...


    "¡ªsir, is everything alright?"


    Elspeth''s voice drew him from his reverie, and he met her inquisitive gaze with a measured stare. He hadn''t realized his brooding had gone on for so long. Even he let the mask slip.


    He stood abruptly and leaned against the chair, resting his hands on it. His fingers traced the fine leather stitching as he met Elspeth''s unblinking eyes.


    Elspeth tilted her head. "Were my words not helpful?"


    Well, she made some fair points. Perhaps he''d misunderstood her logic.


    "Your suggestions have... merit."


    Her brightening expression told him he''d spoken the right words.


    He could sense something behind those unblinking bright green orbs, something beyond mere machine calculation¡ªsomething familiar. Something... alive.


    A feeling of d¨¦j¨¤ vu, perhaps? A sense of familiarity to that enigmatic gaze, as if he had seen them somewhere before? What an odd thing to consider.


    Zark''thul blinked and banished the errant thought from his mind. He gave a barely audible sigh. "While I don''t often make decisions based on advice from others, in this case, I''m willing to experiment."


    Elspeth offered him a small nod in response, but Zark''thul''s focus had already drifted elsewhere. No more did he study those strange green eyes that continued to draw his attention with such unwavering magnetism.


    "All right then. That should suffice for now," Zark''thul replied brusquely before taking his seat again. He needed to concentrate on reviewing his Agents'' statuses now, rather than indulge any further tangents.


    "Of course, sir," Elspeth said. "Do let me know if you require any assistance. I am always here for you."


    She gave him another bow, this one more formal than the previous, then stepped away from his side and exited through the door. The thought of her green eyes lingered at the edge of his thoughts but would have to wait for later pondering.


    He began focusing his attention back onto his screens, with newfound clarity. The work that lay ahead would require undivided care and discipline, lest his work become undermined by his own undisciplined mind. Though Elspeth had given him much to think about, it didn''t stop there.


    After several hours of scouring through their performance analytics, Zark''thul pushed himself from his chair paced across the room, stopping short of the window overlooking the bustling city below. Behind him, the dim lights flickered as his reflection mirrored his movement.


    He looked out at the skyscrapers sprawled before him, the streets dotted by bustling crowds, vehicles speeding back and forth amidst the night. Not a sight he was particularly accustomed to. Never in his ancient existence had he experienced civilization from this perspective¡ªas a part of it.


    The architecture and technology of the world outside this pane of glass bore a resemblance to some of the human worlds he''d subsumed in the past, but try as he might, he had no recollection of this place. No recognition.


    A different dimension, then? The only conclusion he could fathom.


    Even stranger, the Tower itself seemed to reside within this cityscape, in plain view for any and all to see. But whether this society had any awareness of what lay inside the Tower''s confines eluded him.


    Elspeth had mentioned that the Tower existed inter-dimensionally. A structure that existed here, yes, but existed everywhere all at once. What he viewed beyond that window might simply be an echo of one of many locations where the Tower stood simultaneously. Similar reflections, with slight variances.


    But such observations presented more questions. Why this particular cityscape? And this dimension in particular?


    Where is he, and how much of what Elspeth told him about the Tower thus far could he believe?


    Too many variables to consider.


    Zark''thul raked a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. Enough musing¡ªhe needed to figure out how to keep his Agents motivated. Yes. There was no value in overthinking.


    He swiveled from the window, stalking back to his console, fingers itching to continue his research. Best keep moving forward.

 Chapter 6: First Harvest

    Zark''thul loomed over the vast array of shimmering displays in the Command Room, his many thoughts stirring beneath the human mask he now wore. He tapped his finger rhythmically against the interface, an affectation he had not yet discarded¡ªone of many small, unremarkable habits he had unwittingly adopted since awakening in this cursed flesh.


    The motion was steady, like a clock''s pendulum, though he felt no need for such human concepts as patience. For while he was forced to pause, Zark''thul was anything but idle.


    A pause merely served to recalibrate, to regroup and reassess. Such was his strategy now.


    His eyes scanned through the myriad screens, meticulously parsing data from each. If his Agents were tired of slaying the murk beast for the nth time in a row, fine. So be it.


    Zark''thul would find something else for them to do, if that were what it took.


    <blockquote>


    [Directive 1-2] Harvest Aetherroot from the Darksheen Fens


    [Objective] Gather Aetherroot, a rare glowing plant found in the Darksheen Fens, to be used for enhancing magical resistance and upgrading artifacts. The Aetherroot can only be harvested during the dimming of the swamp''s natural phosphorescence, requiring precise timing and coordination.


    [Difficulty] ¡ï¡î¡î¡î¡î


    [Success] Collect 4 Aetherroot plants within the time limit.


    [Failure] If all Agents are defeated, or if Aetherroot is harvested incorrectly causing it to wither, the operation will fail.


    [Rewards] 100 EXP, 10 Quintessence Shards, 1-2 Basic Experience Cores, 4x Aetherroot, 2-3 common materials, 1x random common-rarity gear.


    [Time Limit] 6 hours


    [Repeatable] Yes


    [Bonus Objective] Harvest all four Aetherroot plants without triggering the Echo Beasts (native to the swamp).


    [Bonus Rewards (can be claimed only once)] 200 EXP, 20 Quintessence Shards, 2x rare consumable item


    </blockquote>


    The screen expanded, and Zark''thul leaned in, inspecting the details. Compared to the murk beast directive, this one seemed to be comparatively lenient. Four plants. That was all.


    He turned from the console, addressing the silent presence behind him. "Prepare the team. We depart in one hour."


    "Understood," Elspeth responded in her flat yet pleasingly harmonic voice. "Shall I inform them of the nature of the mission?"


    "No. Let them feel the tension of the unknown." His eyes gleamed as he waved his hand over the screen, then slipped the AetherLink back into his pocket. "It will¡­ invigorate them."


    With those words, he strode out of the room, the heavy thud of his footsteps echoing softly against the pristine, whitewashed walls as he headed toward the barracks.


    <hr>


    Upon entering the barracks, his five REDLINE Agents stood in precise formation, silver-haired, red-eyed, waiting in their matching bodysuits of gunmetal hue, ready to serve, without a word exchanged between them. The efficiency in their silence, their immediate attention to his entrance, was to be commended.


    He crossed his arms behind his back, adopting a stance of authority as he addressed them. "The murk beast mission has been¡­ efficient. Yet I have observed a diminishing in your operational performance."


    There was a flicker in Two''s expression, barely perceptible¡ªan arch of the brow, a slight twitch of the lips. It was insolence, barely controlled. He had noted this in her before, a growing restlessness that, were she not so efficient, he would have stamped out.


    However, he had begun to understand it may not be simple insolence, but rather the stirring of ambition... interesting. She was easily his best Agent.


    "A diminished performance suggests... I am not using you efficiently. For that, I shall atone."


    Surprise rippled through their features, manifesting in subtle, unspoken glances at one another. Before they could form any semblance of thought, he pressed on.


    "The monotony of your recent directives has weakened your efficiency. We will be taking on a new task. A more... dynamic one," Zark''thul said, eyeing each of his Agents in turn. "It''s different from your previous encounters. It requires caution, diligence, and..." he paused momentarily, eyes narrowing as the words flowed with more eloquence than he anticipated, "trust."


    Again, their gazes flickered to one another, a muted whisper of unspoken questions hanging between them. Good. Let them learn that it was not an insult that fueled this decision, but his utmost care in ensuring their utmost efficiency. Every ounce of their abilities would be squeezed out of them with these measures.


    "Directive 1-2 has been chosen. We''ll be entering the region of that bog called Darksheen Fens this time. We are to collect ten Aetherroots from this location. It is a task that might be slower, more meticulous work than you''re accustomed to. Be prepared to follow my instructions as carefully as you would in combat. Am I Understood?"


    The chorus of "Yes, sir" punctuated the air as they all saluted crisply, all the affirmation he needed.


    With a curt nod, he turned away. "The departure is in two hours. Come ready." Without awaiting a response, he strode out of the room with Elspeth trailing in his wake.


    <hr>


    The Darksheen Fens unfurled in a broad canvas of earthy gloom and watery stillness, sprawling out towards the distant fog-clad horizons. As soon as his squad emerged from the portal, the atmosphere of the bog enveloped them immediately. There was no transitional buffer to ease their passage from the crisp cleanliness of the Tower''s halls to this dank, muddy realm.


    Even so, they''d already traversed this landscape several times hunting down one murk beast after another, and for that, Zark''thul supposed the repetition brought its own sense of familiarity. Tedium had given way to understanding.


    But this part of the bog seemed new.


    Ahead of Zark''thul''s footfall, the firm and often squishing terrain was layered with a carpet of mossy and lichen-stained detritus. Upon his advance, the vegetation relented under his weight, expelling a miasma of age-old rot, as if the very soil exhaled. With each step forward, he sank ever-so-slightly into the fetid embrace of the soggy earth¡ªa discomfort amplified by the way the icy cold sludge seemed to slither its way insidiously past his footwear and caress his flesh.


    Behind him, the five REDLINE Agents followed in disciplined formation: One with his sword and shield at the ready, Two with her blades poised, Three scanning the periphery with her rifle poised, Four clutching her med-kit, and Five pacing silently in his rear guard position. Their silver hair and red eyes reflected the swamp''s glow, making them appear as phantoms amidst the putrid light''s sporadic outbursts.


    Yet their silence betrayed no unease with the quagmire into which they had descended, at least not with their words. Their caution, though, said far more.


    Zark''thul checked his AetherLink. He brought it close to his face to read the directive details against the gloom, recalling the rest of its contents. This time, a map projected upon the screen, guiding their route through the putrid land. It displayed a curving pathway, ending at a faintly illuminated patch, supposedly the location where they could harvest the Aetherroots.


    As they waded deeper into the mire, their surroundings closed in like a living thing. Bulbous gas bubbles periodically surfaced through the dark waters, their viscous membranes gleaming in the errant streaks of light.


    Zark''thul began explaining what they should expect. "Listen up. These plants grow in the shadow of ley lines in this bog. They require very specific conditions to be properly harvested. A five-minute dimming phase happens every hour. The objective of this mission is to harvest them during that phase, without arousing any unnecessary attention. Their extraction must be precise. Even the slightest of cuts or marring can induce withering."


    Agent One''s voice punctured the silence, still somber as the bog they walked through. "Sir, the directive on our visors mentioned something else¡ªwhat are Echo Beasts? What should we prepare for?"


    Zark''thul checked his AetherLink. Unlike with the murk beast, supplementary information about hostile creatures was more forthcoming.


    <blockquote>


    Data Analysis: Echo-Beast


    Level: 3


    Type: Magical Beast (Common)


    Role: Assassin


    Health (HP): 160


    Magic (MAG): 30


    Defense (DEF): 25


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 30


    Speed (SPD): 32


    Critical Rate (CRIT): 7%


    Dodge Rate (DODGE): 10%


    Abilities:


    Spectral Claw/Bite: Strikes a single target with ethereal claws, dealing moderate magic damage.


    Echoing Wail: Emits a sonic wave that reduces the SPD and DEF of all enemies within range by 10% for 10 seconds.


    Phase Shift (Passive): 10% chance to become intangible for 2 seconds when attacked, evading physical attacks completely.


    Weaknesses:


    Light-Based Attacks: Take 150% damage from light-element abilities.


    During Dimming Phase: Physical attacks are more effective as they are fully corporeal.


    Disruption Effects: Abilities that disrupt magic can prevent them from phasing.


    </blockquote>


    "They''re spectral entities native to the ley lines around here. They become corporeal during the five-minute dimming period where we''ll also be harvesting Aetherroots. Encountering them can be... disruptive, hence the bonus objective. Do not trigger them."Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    Agent Two turned her head, her eyes gleaming amidst the swamp''s murk. "We''re just avoiding them, sir? We''re not engaging with them at all?"


    "We''re not here to kill beasts. That''s not the goal. Weren''t you listening?" Zark''thul paused to shake off mud stuck to his footwear. "The goal is to harvest the Aetherroot during this time. Not fighting whatever apparitions we stumble upon."


    Agent Two persisted. "Then why didn''t you choose any of the combat-based directives that might have posed a greater challenge?"


    Zark''thul made his own eyes more beady and frowned. "Am I hearing you wrong, or are you''re implying I made a poor decision, Agent Two?"


    "Sir, my words hold no ill will." Her expression turned grim. "I only question whether avoiding direct confrontation is the best method to utilize our¡ªmy¡ªcapabilities."


    "Which, what, Agent Two? Your overabundant battle lust?" Zark''thul quipped. He didn''t meet her stare, instead regarding her with a sidelong glance, a stern frown on his face.


    A strained silence blanketed their interactions. Agent Two offered no response, her silence mirroring that of the somber bog they marched through. Good, he had set a boundary, and she acknowledged it, despite her growing gall.


    The other Agents exchanged silent glances as the tension ebbed.


    "This Aetherroot," said Agent Five, choosing a more careful cadence compared to Two''s terse phrasings, "how do we extract it?"


    "They''re root bundles that grow intertwined in complex patterns," he replied, swiping the AetherLink screen and showing them images of their target. "Each pattern represents the core that anchors the Aetherroot to the ground. All you need to do is untangle them during the dimming phase, and then extract them fully."


    "The dimming phase is when those Echo Beasts materialize?" Agent Three inquired.


    "Yes, that''s why we shall avoid any direct engagement, so as not to disrupt our harvesting," said Zark''thul. He pressed on with his squad trailing closely behind, ever watchful of their surroundings. The trek would take some time, according to the AetherLink''s map.


    Half an hour into their mission, a distinct change punctured the ambiance, unsettling the rhythmic whisper of the swamp''s flora.


    In the distance, the first hints of the ley lines beneath the swamp began to pulse, faint arcs of light running through the ground in erratic patterns. They bore little resemblance to what Zark''thul was accustomed to; rather than being linear conduits, these glimmered chaotically, weaving about and crisscrossing with a raw intensity. Their iridescent dance sporadically shattered the shadowed tableau, forcing the shadows to dance as well.


    Up ahead, he spotted it.


    An illuminated patch sat nestled amidst the quagmire, distinctive in its vibrant fluorescence. This must be where the Aetherroot lay. The phosphorescent glow from below illuminated the gnarled trees, their leafless branches extending outwards as if seeking respite from the dark waters that nearly drowned their roots.


    Zark''thul checked his AetherLink; the dimming phase would not commence for another half hour. Their location seemed free from lurking threats... for now.


    "Hold here," he commanded, waving his Agents to take position on the firmer ground around them.


    The Agents held their formation as Zark''thul bent towards the earth. He dug his fingers into the soil. The earth welcomed him with a resonant squelch, protesting as he extracted his hand from its grip. In its wake, it left him coated with viscous slime that glistened in the fading light.


    "During the dimming phase, we''ll tend to those roots. I shall attempt the first one myself, and I need all of you to watch."


    Two shifted her weight from foot to foot, her impatience evident. "Permission to scout the area, sir?"


    "Denied," Zark''thul replied without turning.


    She exhaled softly, a barely audible sign of frustration. "Understood, sir."


    Five approached hesitantly. "Sir, should I begin setting traps? The terrain may affect placement."


    "Not yet," Zark''thul said. "We''ll wait until the dimming phase is imminent."


    Five nodded and began to venture toward another location, perhaps for more optimal placement. He bent down to study the earth beneath him, sifting through the mud with his fingers.


    Silence settled again.


    One paced to keep watch in a broad circumference, his stoic gaze scouting for any unwelcome approach. Two mirrored his movements, but her tension seemed ready to erupt, especially as Five skulked at the outskirts of their formation. Agent Three, not distracted by their peers'' nervous antics, remained close to Zark''thul, acting as a watchful sentry of the other three, her rifle still strapped across her back and a hand never leaving its side. And lastly, Agent Four seated herself on a more solid patch of ground, inventorying the contents of her med-kit, re-arranging its supplies.


    Every ten minutes, a muted pulse resonated through the ley lines in the ground, more clearly noticeable now that Zark''thul was close. As each pulse reverberated through the surroundings, the earth responded with a quiver, sending ripples through the shallow pools, the gentle swaying of tree branches, and the sluggish movement of dark water, which continued for another moment before subsiding back into an eerie quiet.


    Between those intermittent pulses, the swamp reclaimed its stillness, which they settled into with watchful anticipation. As the countdown neared its end, Zark''thul ordered them, "Get ready."


    This was their cue. In a unified response, his Agents fell into formation, attentive to the next step.


    The pulsations grew weaker, finally dwindling into a hushed hum. He waited, the screen of his AetherLink still alight, its luminescence stark in the waning light. An interface, hovering before him, counted down the seconds.


    9...


    Zark''thul stepped towards the central patch of Aetherroot.


    8...


    The luminescence that had moments before painted the trees and swamp pools in dim radiance now flickered, as if anticipating an inevitable demise.


    7...


    A cold wind threaded through the remaining luminance, whispering secrets of the mire around them.


    6...


    He reached down, the remaining threads of light still bright enough for his unobscured human eyes to see. Zark''thul could hear the unsteady breathing of his Agents from where they stood, vigilant.


    5...


    The bog held its breath.


    4...


    With a bated exhale, the ambient light surrendered, diminishing as the encroaching shadows devoured its final glow. An unnatural absence of light now enveloped them, eclipsing even the stars above.


    3...


    Total darkness encased their surroundings. Only the vague shapes of his Agents could be seen, yet their silver hair caught whatever eerie lights were still present.


    2...


    A final, faint pulse wavered through the quagmire, its weakness akin to a last gasp. Then, it stopped.


    1...


    Silence. All that remained was the sound of his squad''s labored breathing.


    0...


    His fingers extended once more into the earth. From beneath the muddy surface, a light¡ªdifferent from the rest¡ªbegan to grow.


    He shifted his grip onto something¡ªthe roots¡ªvisually seeking the exact place where they all connected. Now, a series of glowing threads protruded from the ground, forming intricate, overlapping knots.


    Slowly, he began unthreading them.


    "Echo Beasts incoming," Three called from her vantage point.


    "We see them," One replied.


    Zark''thul didn''t turn, didn''t take his eyes off the knotted roots. Just like any battle, this would take patience and finesse. He delicately unwound one knot, then another, gingerly prying apart the complex weave.


    Each completed knot rewarded him with a fresh surge of light that flared outwards, before vanishing beneath the skin of the Aetherroot itself, gathering closer to its center.


    "Don''t engage," Zark''thul stated, focusing on the second tangle. "Only move if they close in too much."


    "Yes, sir," One''s reply resonated in the growing darkness. From what he could see, the Agents edged in his direction, making a defensive circle with him at its epicenter.


    At that same moment, another wave of illumination swelled inside the Aetherroot as he separated another cluster of knots. Closer now to the plant''s core, the luminescent substance seeping into the root began to form a viscous pool within.


    At the corner of his eyes, shadows cavorted with the luminescent afterglow from his plant as spectral beings drew nearer. Their elongated forms twisted and distorted, only catching fragments of their white visages for the briefest of moments, before vanishing again as if swallowed by the night. They formed no complete, unified form, instead, they remained amorphous shadows, fluid, constantly shifting.


    Another thread he separated, painstakingly seeking the point where the myriad of fibers interlaced. When they pulled apart, he moved to the next cluster, and then the next.


    One called out, "They''re getting closer, sir."


    Zark''thul nodded, untangling another knot, then another. Two more, and he would reach the central nexus where all roots converged. The air now carried a strange echo that twisted One''s voice, stretching it. By the sounds of it, the Echo Beasts circled around them.


    So close.


    With a sharp clack of snapping wood, an Echo Beast lunged at Three, nearly encircling her with its vaporous tendrils. The weapon in her hands sparked and hummed to life as she evaded its grip with a sharp backward leap.


    "Engaging!" Three announced.


    From his peripheral, Zark''thul could see her rifle aim unerringly at the amorphous being, her shot sizzling through the misty surroundings before puncturing the entity, causing its shape to temporarily ripple and disperse.


    The rest of his Agents reacted in tandem. They burst into motion, dispersing to face the circling entities while he remained stationed at the plant. From where he was, he could hear their frantic movements in the distance. The crack of gunfire, the clang of a sword, the cries of warning as the Agents fended off the encroaching Echo Beasts.


    Another knot loosened under his meticulous fingers. Only one more to go.


    "Moving East," shouted Five, before darting away into the dim light. A spectral presence appeared to tail him momentarily, then stopped. "Your turn, Two!" shouted Five, and seconds later, the hiss of Two''s bladed attacks announced her response to this menace. They''d switched off.


    "We can''t fend them off much longer, sir," barked Two, her words punctuated by the swift strikes of her weapons carving through the air.


    With a grunt, he began tugging at the last knot. "Almost done," Zark''thul answered. The final thread proved stubborn, almost wilfully resisting his efforts. He wrestled with it, coaxing it slowly free.


    Nearby, One thrust out his shield just as an Echo Beast attempted to get past his defense, deflecting the creature and exposing its ethereal body to Three. She moved and discharged her rifle''s energy in short, powerful bursts, eliciting a hideous hiss from her target.


    Five popped out of the darkness to his right, then skulked away after slapping an explosive trap that pulsated onto the flank of Three''s already disrupted target, detonating the device as soon as he''d pulled away, shredding through its nebulous form.


    Zark''thul saw a vague flicker as Two engaged another nearby being.


    Suddenly, a piercing wail came from the specter just beyond the barrier of his Agents. The high-pitched shriek struck Zark''thul like a lance through his psyche, robbing him of clarity.


    In his moment of distraction, he clumsily wrested out the final thread¡ªharder and faster than intended. The plant dimmed and darkened. The thread, with his last motion, snapped off, severed, dead.


    "Dammit!"


    The luminescent threads seemed to sag and slowly wilt away, even while still entangled with each other. The bundle then liquefied into an inky black puddle, dripping listlessly back into the soil beneath them.


    He snarled. Thanks to that confounded shriek, the Aetherroot had died because he hadn''t performed the last extraction with the precision he should have.


    "Sir, it''s¡ª" Four began.


    "I know," Zark''thul replied, holding in an ancient rage. "Fall back! We''re done here."


    His Agents obediently retreated while keeping him covered. The Echo Beasts stopped short of the dimming patch, and started shifting aimlessly again. From here, the luminescent aura of their phantom forms painted them in shades of ghostly pallor that shrouded their nebulous anatomy.


    Once safely away, Zark''thul rechecked his AetherLink''s screen. The next dimming phase was another hour away. But that didn''t matter. Even if they managed to get other Aetherroots during the next dimming phases, they wouldn''t have enough time to find and collect four Aetherroots at this pace.


    He couldn''t deny the disappointment stabbing at him¡ªone botched extraction out of sheer foolishness.


    He tapped the "Recall" icon on his AetherLink''s interface, and he and his Agents disappeared in a flash.

 Chapter 7: Delegation and Execution

    And thus we''re mired within the bower


    of endless void, eternally dire,


    from where none retreats but knows defeat,


    eternal damnation''s empty quire.


    <hr>


    "An absolute, complete, utter, and undeniable failure."


    The words fell like thunder from Zark''thul''s lips. He loomed over the line of his Agents in the Tower''s Command Room, his human guise shedding all pretense of calm. His eyes burned, and his voice shook with the rage of his ancient self, slipping past the confines of his mortal shell.


    "Sir¡ª" Agent Four began, but Zark''thul cut her off.


    "Silence!"


    Four winced.


    Zark''thul prowled back and forth like a caged beast. "One, you were slow. Too slow."


    One flinched, but he stood straight. "Understood."


    "Two, your strikes were careless. Three, you missed one of the Echo Beasts. It was my mistake that ruined our harvest, but your sloppiness contributed to the failure."


    Two and Three remained silent, but their eyes betrayed the sting of his words. He ignored it. He continued with his searing criticism, "Five, you hesitated. You were too late in deploying your traps. And Four¡ª" He turned to her, eyes narrowed. "Your lack of initiative and poor positioning hindered Three. You need to stay closer to the vanguard and midline fighters."


    Four didn''t even nod this time; she stood motionless, her gaze cast down at the polished floor.


    Zark''thul took a step back, his eyes boring into each Agent in turn. "You''ve grown complacent. Lazy. Unworthy of the resources I''ve provided."


    Two finally spoke. "We''ve never had issues completing these missions, sir. Perhaps this one was too advanced¡ª"


    "Enough," he barked, the single word echoing through the Command Room. "You''ve had your time to speak. Now you listen."


    The room fell into a tense silence.


    Zark''thul paused, drawing a deep breath to compose himself. "This directive was different. I see that now. Perhaps I underestimated its complexity. Perhaps I overestimated your competence. I wanted you to feel challenged. I thought that the change of pace would make you better."


    He paused again, shaking his head. "No excuses. No blame. Just facts. You all have grown... lax. That''s all there is to it."


    Zark''thul tapped at the screens, the data from their failed mission blooming into crisp clarity. "Look at the footage. Look at how you all moved. You were all sluggish, too reliant on your prior experiences and instincts. The Echo Beasts outmaneuvered you."


    They watched in silence as the scene from the bog played out before them¡ªtheir movements, the enemy''s strikes, and Zark''thul''s own struggles with the Aetherroot, all under the flickering lights. The footage revealed the stark truth: they hadn''t been ready, and Zark''thul''s mistake, while crucial, wasn''t the sole reason for their defeat.


    As the final images faded, hespoke again, his voice quieter but no less firm. "We''re doing this directive again. And you will improve. I expect growth, not regression. Understand?"


    "Yes, sir," they responded in unison.


    He noticed they didn''t meet his eyes, though. He had berated them, yet he wasn''t wrong. He had watched the footage several times, and every time, it had only made him more upset. The way they had fought was unlike them.


    Zark''thul had grown so used to their easy victories that he''d become blind to their faults.


    "Back to your barracks," Zark''thul finally said. "No missions today. Or tomorrow."


    The Agents moved off, their footsteps echoing softly in the spacious room. Zark''thul stood there, watching them disappear through the door. When they were gone, he sighed and turned to his screens, resuming his analysis.


    The door opened again. This time, it was Elspeth.


    She walked up beside him, her gaze flicking over the data scrolling across the screens.


    "Sir," she said, her voice a calm counterpoint to his earlier outburst. "May I offer an observation?"


    Zark''thul waved a hand dismissively. "Speak, Elspeth. What is it?"


    "Their failure may not be solely their own. It could be an issue with your leadership."


    He didn''t immediately reply.


    While he knew he wasn''t entirely blameless, he was the one with all the knowledge, all the information. It was their job to follow his command.


    So how could this be his fault?


    His hands moved over the screens, pulling up more data, more footage. Finally, he spoke. "Elaborate."


    "As I mentioned, sir," Elspeth continued, "there could be flaws in your approach. The way you prepared them, the way you executed the mission¡ªit all factors into the final result."


    "Get to the point, Elspeth. What am I missing?"


    Her eyes, glowing softly, met his. "Sir, you might need to take a closer look at your methods. Your role isn''t just to issue commands and expect results. You need to ensure they are prepared."


    "I am doing that," he retorted sharply.


    "Are you?" Her tone was measured, diplomatic. She was questioning him without sounding like she was questioning him. "I have analyzed the situation, and the footage does not fully support your assessment."


    Zark''thul looked at her, his expression darkening. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"


    Elspeth moved closer, pointing at specific frames in the holographic display. "You assigned the task of harvesting the Aetherroot yourself, which may have led to the mission''s failure. Perhaps a more suitable approach would have been to delegate the task to a capable Agent while you coordinated and oversaw the mission. Also, the Agents seemed... disconcerted by the change in mission type. Perhaps more communication and preparation could have better prepared them for this unexpected challenge."


    He mulled over her words, the sting of failure still sharp in his mind. But he couldn''t deny her logic.


    His attention had been focused on his own task, not on his Agents. He had expected them to react instantly, seamlessly, as they had with the murk beasts. Yet, the mission had required a different set of skills and coordination. They were unaccustomed to this type of directive.


    Perhaps Elspeth was right. Perhaps he could have prepared them better. But their sluggishness, their lack of initiative, their hesitation¡ªthose were on them.


    He couldn''t deny her point. Not entirely. But he wasn''t ready to admit it aloud either.


    "I see," Zark''thul said finally.


    Elspeth paused, her head tilting slightly as if assessing him. "You might benefit from more training yourself, sir. In leadership."


    Zark''thul bristled. "I am not in need of training, Elspeth," he snapped, his voice cutting through the silence. "What I need is efficiency. And what I don''t need is back-talk."


    "As your assistant, it is my duty to provide insights," she replied, her tone as steady as ever. "Your success is my primary directive. If you fail, the Tower fails. We are intertwined in that regard, sir."


    A long, uncomfortable silence hung between them. Zark''thul glared at her, but her placid expression didn''t falter. The only sound in the room was the soft hum of the screens and the faint echo of his breathing.


    Finally, Zark''thul exhaled sharply through his nose, turning his gaze back to the screens. "Your counsel is noted."


    She dipped her head, accepting his tacit acknowledgment. "Is there anything else I can assist you with, sir?"


    "No, Elspeth." He dismissed her with a wave. "That''ll be all."


    She nodded once more before turning away. The door hissed shut behind her, leaving him alone.


    Alone again. Except, not truly. The Tower''s presence surrounded him, a constant reminder of his new reality. Of his duty.


    Zark''thul closed his eyes, pushing down his anger and frustration. Elspeth was right¡ªhe knew that. But the idea of admitting his own shortcomings, of needing to learn, rankled him.


    "Leadership training," he scoffed under his breath. The very idea grated on him.


    He, an eldritch being who had traversed the cosmos, consumed entire galaxies, and commanded legions of lesser entities, needed to learn how to manage a handful of Agents? Absurd.


    But the more he ruminated on it, the more his perspective shifted. Perhaps it wasn''t a question of his capability, but of adaptation. He was no longer operating on the cosmic scale he was accustomed to. Instead, he was confined to the intricacies of this Tower, its rules, and its eccentricities.


    The mission had shown that.


    Maybe he did need to learn¡ªto evolve¡ªlike the agents under his command.


    <hr>


    Zark''thul overlooked the Darksheen Fens''s monochromatic vista from a distant rise. Behind him, his Agents moved a step back to allow him his peace. The hillock sat somewhere between his current position and the bog itself. While it wasn''t a very high point to observe from, his senses allowed for a much finer analysis of the region.


    Directing his enhanced gaze into the Fens, he saw the ley lines undulating underneath the desolate pools and radiant flora. Their fluctuating nature wasn''t clear at this distance, but their dance cast off flashes of brilliant, aquamarine illumination wherever they strode. These kaleidoscopic chrysanthemums of vivid light periodically exploded from the muck or murky waters, before fizzling into evanescence once more.


    Here and there, the flickering wisps of several Echo Beasts emerged from the trees, briefly forming tangible shapes. As they phased through the ether, their nebulous bodies refracted light from the ground below. Soon, those beings dissolved, leaving the Darksheen Fens in relative calm once again.


    Six hours to collect four Aetherroots. Each one had to be harvested during the five-minute dimming phase, which itself had a cooldown of an hour. Depending on how far apart each plant lay, the squad would need to travel quickly from place to place in order to make the deadline. Yet haste could jeopardize their caution.


    As he mulled over these thoughts, his lips had pressed tightly together in his seriousness.


    If he opted to just delegate, his Agents could do the work, while he monitored the process... though that''s not what he really wanted. Zark''thul yearned to complete these tasks on his own. To dig up the Aetherroots himself, to employ the knowledge that would assist him in his imminent tasks.


    His lips scythed. Though that wasn''t the most efficient method, was it? His lack of expertise had made him mess up that last Aetherroot, if nothing else. If one of his Agents who was a Support role¡ªmore deft, better capable of finesse¡ªhad extracted it, would the mission have failed? ...Or not?


    No, Elspeth had been correct; he''d do more harm than good by sticking his hand into the task too deeply. Instead, his role would be to monitor, support, and relay the necessary information to them, coordinating their efforts, allowing his Agents to shine and perform as needed.


    He turned towards Agent Four, her silver hair dangling long over her face, concealing everything save for her mouth, jaw, and neck. "You shall harvest the first one, Agent Four."


    "Me?" she said. "But I don''t¡ª"


    Zark''thul took out his AetherLink and panned the display toward her. "Watch."


    And she did. The screen revealed a holographic rendering of hands slowly and patiently unwinding a knot. He didn''t speak. No, he had Elspeth prepare a video tutorial instead.


    Agent Four watched it a full three times in silence. Behind her, the other Agents did the same, absorbing the content alongside her. The sun crept past the horizon while they absorbed the instructions, casting the marshlands in a ruby light.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    When they were done, Zark''thul knew that he should instill some confidence in his team, given the berating he had so readily doled out last time. His lips unfurled slightly, and he attempted to smile at her. From the way her eyes crinkled nervously at the corners, however, he suspected that it wasn''t the reassuring kind of smile.


    For her part, though, Four just nodded with a mock, dazed bravado. "Understood... sir."


    At the bottom of the rise, they entered the Darksheen Fens. With every step, their legs sank through the rich, black soil and became coated in the fine spray of mist that shrouded this swampy wasteland. As Zark''thul trudged deeper into the Fens, the once-palpable glow had already begun to dim and then diminish, plunging them all into a sea of shadows where every footprint, every slosh of their feet in the murk, and every labored breath seemed to echo tenfold.


    "The waning phase is about to begin," he told them. "Expect Echo Beasts to wander freely, as last time."


    Zark''thul pointed towards the nearby, visible light of the Aetherroot, lying dead center in the bog. This one, too, was set into a divot on the ground. They sloshed through the mud toward their first objective.


    With a nod, Agent Four began unwinding the complex strands, unthreading each of the fibrous roots from the tightly interwoven knot. Even though her brow furrowed and her breathing became ragged, she maintained a level of carefulness while tackling the intricate puzzle of the Aetherroot.


    "This time, we''ll ignore the bonus objective," Zark''thul whispered. "Echo Beasts, if you see them notice us, I want you to trail away from Four. Her task is paramount."


    The Agents nodded in sync. Good. At least they were still efficient.


    Two pulled out her blades, and the other agents fell into battle readiness. After another minute, they could hear the eerie thrum of the Echo Beasts humming through the darkness. Their shapeless forms coalesced nearby, pale mists gliding menacingly at the edges of the squad''s awareness.


    Facing multiple threats at once would prove to be a challenge. The murk beasts had been simple creatures, governed only by instinct. These beasts... were different. They moved and struck in ways Zark''thul wasn''t fully used to. Yet, at least.


    One grunted, "Here they come."


    Two hissed, "Time to play. Think you can keep up, One?"


    "I can try to let you keep up, you mean, Two," One retorted.


    In response, Three grimaced. Five suppressed a chuckle. Agent Four tried to grin as well, but her lips merely quivered¡ªbefore returning to the task at hand.


    Zark''thul silently noted their byplay without commenting. Was this some kind of coping mechanism they had, then? Perhaps it was...


    But then a pair of Echo Beasts broke off from the rest and slid towards their position. One swiftly interposed himself between them and Agent Four, who remained intent on the Aetherroot''s threads. In a fluid motion, he planted his feet and raised his shield to face the creatures. "Try me."


    The two Echo Beasts coiled around One, hissing and spitting spectral froth that lingered in the air, evanescing and distorting the weak light that passed through the area.


    Three crouched lower and steadied her rifle, letting off two shots¡ªone for each of the creatures¡ªwhich punched two distinct holes in their smoky, nearly-white bodies. Her efforts dispersed them briefly, turning their amorphous forms into chaotic vapors that spiraled and eddied through the swamp mists.


    Five finished setting up his traps near the position of One, who quickly backed away so as to not get caught in their blast radius. All the while, Two stayed further back with Three and Zark''thul, even if her hands itched on her blades.


    "Just a few more strands, sir," Four murmured behind them, her fingers deftly working through the last of the knots.


    Three barked out, "Incoming!" as another Echo Beast spiraled and gathered itself in the air.


    Zark''thul aimed the pistol he had commandeered from Four earlier and shot the creature directly in its center of mass. It staggered, as Three sent out another salvo from her rifle, keeping it at bay. Five scurried off to the side, having quickly placed explosive traps around the area, anticipating their foes'' approach.


    Two looked lost without a target, but her hands stayed busy twirling her blades nevertheless. When her gaze briefly met Zark''thul''s, she pursed her lips.


    "Just two left," Four grunted as she pulled one last knot away, her words turning into a hiss through her teeth. She reached up and shook her head slightly, to brush away the tendrils of silver hair that had fallen over her face, obscuring her view.


    One blocked a part of an Echo Beast that nearly trailed Four, using his shield as a protective barrier. Another one circled them, sending wisps of itself around in a confusing whirlwind. Before it could reconfigure, Agent Two quickly darted between them, letting her blade slash through its ephemeral form. Her keen edge shredded through the creature''s ghostly body, dissipating it into thinning ribbons that faded away into the darkness.


    "Nice strike, Two," Three shouted, before cocking her rifle. "Bring your shield around, One!"


    As ordered, One repositioned his bulwark as the second and third creatures collided against it. Three took aim and fired, her shot penetrating through the phantom and exploding a trap set by Five. The detonation dispersed the Echo Beast, though not entirely.


    Zark''thul kept an eye out for any other Echo Beasts while also checking on Four''s progress. She was almost done.


    "This is the last one!" shouted Four, as she disentangled the final thread. The Aetherroot bloomed to life in the wake of its separation, bathing everyone nearby in a gentle, kaleidoscopic radiance. "Success!"


    "That''s what I like to hear," Zark''thul replied. "Everyone, retreat."


    They hopped from one dry patch to the next. Their footfalls echoed hollowly off the trunks of the gnarled trees dotting the landscape. They leaped across fallen logs, slippery with moss, and skidded down embankments. Mud splashed and caked on their bodies. In their wake, the luminescent fog seemed to curl around them like ethereal fingers.


    A glance over his shoulder revealed that the Echo Beasts, though not quick enough to keep up with their movements, continued to stalk them. In their eerie, smoke-like forms, their undulating shapes spread throughout the air, subtly probing. It was hard to guess where they were until they fully reappeared into view.


    "Where to, sir?" Agent Four asked as they approached the hillock they had observed the region from.


    "We''ll have to head all the way out there." Zark''thul gestured further southwest, to where the route displayed on the AetherLink had their next stop.


    Agent Two fell in close to him. "So, back onto the muck we go, then," she commented.


    "The plan remains the same," Zark''thul replied. "Scout the area. Track the movement of Echo Beasts. And while we wait for the next phase, decide our approach."


    Two nodded, her gaze lingering on him for just a moment longer before she peeled off, joining her peers.


    Zark''thul pressed forward. With the map guiding him, he descended back towards the bog, carefully picking his way through the murk, his Agents just behind him.


    <hr>


    By the baleful bier''s tolling bells


    Midst a writhe of chortling horror


    Creep we silent ''neath the gray


    where never were we wanted.


    Back amidst the swamp, they stood vigil beside the Aetherroot. Zark''thul''s watch ticked down the minutes until the dimming phase was due to hit once more. Four put her hands on her knees to better lean in and examine the threads, though did not yet make a move to undo them.


    "They''re out there," One said quietly, his eyes scanning the murky water. He subtly adjusted his grip on his sword. Beside him, Two smirked, her blades resting lightly against her shoulders.


    Nearby, Three had her rifle ready, its barrel tracking the shadowy movements of the Echo Beasts. "I see at least seven... No, make that eight."


    Five busied himself by setting another trap close to their position. The explosive device glistened in the fading luminescence of the Darksheen Fens as he activated it. "Set," he announced.


    Zark''thul had initially expected Four to show some kind of nervousness, especially considering this was her first time, but instead, her demeanor surprised him. Though her silver hair hung over her features in a sort of shroud, what little he could see of her expression was placid, her jaw set. Only a slight tightness in her shoulders hinted at the importance of her task.


    "Everyone''s ready, sir," Five added quietly as he moved to stand beside Four. "Just on your mark."


    Zark''thul nodded, checking his AetherLink screen one final time. The dimming phase would begin soon, along with the luminescence decay that signaled their opportunity to harvest the Aetherroot.


    Ten seconds remained on the countdown, then five.


    Four was already crouched low, her fingers poised over the glowing, aquamarine threads.


    Then the device buzzed softly¡ªthe alarm for the dimming phase.


    "Go," Zark''thul said, his voice measured and steady. Immediately, Four began working the knots, her movements deft and precise despite the trembling in her hands.


    The lights of the Darksheen Fens dimmed around them, reducing their immediate surroundings to obscure shapes and shadows.


    "Here they come." Agent One announced, his shield held at the ready. Their line of sight had diminished as well, relying mostly on Zark''thul to describe their enemies'' locations.


    Three engaged a shape in the darkness to his left, letting loose with a burst of gunfire from her rifle. The sharp barks of her weapon echoed off the water, sending ripples cascading across its surface. With each burst, the muzzle flare illuminated the silhouette of an Echo Beast writhing in the murk.


    After their previous encounter, Zark''thul had already planned out how he would contribute to this skirmish. If Three had better positioning and range with her rifle, then his pistol would be of more use dealing with closer-range threats. As a phantom reached toward him, its nebulous form wavering in the scant light, he drew his sidearm and fired. The shot cut through the mist and dispersed the creature into thin, gaseous streamers.


    Their struggles only brought him a thin smile. Good. His reflexes remained keen.


    Two zipped past him. Her dual blades reflected the meager luminescence, like spectral claws as she leapt into action. In the air, she twisted her body and brought one of her blades down onto an Echo Beast. It emitted an eerie shriek. Inky, smoky plumes roiled off its form from her attack, evaporating into the stale air.


    While her blades alone did little, the combination of her cuts with everyone else''s shots was enough to at least deter the Echo Beasts for the moment.


    Then Five, from his position to the right, spoke up. "Eight o''clock, Agent Three."


    Zark''thul whipped his head over to the direction Five had indicated, just in time to spot a third beast gliding through the knee-high water. Its long, undulating appendages carved swathes of liquid in its wake, darkening the surface.


    He took aim and fired, disrupting the creature''s advance. Three pivoted on her heel, pointing the barrel of her rifle towards the source of the splash and unleashing another round of shots. Her bullets ripped through the murky air, cutting into the Echo Beast''s phantom shape, rupturing it momentarily.


    During that skirmish, Agent Four worked swiftly, her hands weaving through the intricate web of threads, careful to not miss a single tangle or knot. If she did, the Aetherroot would shrivel and die. Just like his own...


    The scattered battles raged around him.


    As his Agents continued their clash against the Echo Beasts, Zark''thul observed the beasts'' behaviors from the corners of his eyes. From their past encounter, he understood their abilities better. First, their keen senses were quick to detect their presence and position. He still had yet to parse out what ability these entities possessed to perceive their surroundings. Did they have eyes? Ears? Or something else?


    Second, they seemed to prioritize disrupting any attempts to harvest the Aetherroot. When they discovered Agent Four in the midst of untangling the luminous plant, their attack strategy shifted. Those nebulous shapes circling the squad made a beeline for her position. This tendency acted in his favor, since their single-mindedness allowed his squad to push back against them more easily.


    Agent One let out a grunt as he batted away one of the Echo Beasts'' thrashing appendages with his shield. The creature snarled in protest, its shape morphing erratically as it reeled back.


    Zark''thul fired another round at an oncoming enemy, dispelling its corporeal form for the moment.


    "Focus on protecting Four," he called out to them. "We''ll survive this."


    "You know what, boss?" Three commented through her heavy breathing. She quickly slid a new magazine into her weapon. "I kinda like the sound of that!"


    Two scoffed at her. "Yeah. Dying''s overrated, Three."


    A shrill growl punctuated her words as Two brought her dual blades down on another Echo Beast. "Boss, maybe you should fire off some more orders," she called out to him. Her words carried the hint of a jest, but as she stepped back to avoid a swipe from the writhing mists, there was a certain appreciation in her tone.


    While Two appeared the most animated and lively of the bunch, everyone seemed to react to their foes with a better ease than the previous encounter. None of the Agents froze up. None hesitated. Even Agent Four, despite the obvious fear lingering in her mind, nonetheless calmly worked on the Aetherroot''s extraction.


    "Got it!" Four shouted after a moment, yanking the last threads free and clutching the radiant plant triumphantly to her chest. She scrambled away from the divot to get as far from the creatures that had nearly caught her, safely tucking the Aetherroot inside the rucksack at her side.


    At her declaration, the surrounding Agents repositioned around her.


    "Go," he told them, firing his gun in rapid succession. The air buzzed with the frenetic hum of the pistol.


    Nearby, Five ran past an Echo Beast and triggered his explosives. The trap released a potent blast, sending waves rippling across the dark swamp water. Shrapnel and the concussive force tore through the already scattered mists of an Echo Beast''s form. Its nebulous shape fragmented and whirled in a frenzy of disrupted particles, fading into obscurity once more.


    With the path now clear, they made a swift exit. No more Echo Beasts appeared behind them.


    Two nodded at him as she jogged alongside. "Nicely done, boss."


    He responded with a silent nod back, allowing himself a small smile.


    <hr>


    [Directive 1-2: Harvest Aetherroot from the Darksheen Fens Complete!] Reward: 100 EXP, 10 Quintessence Shards, 1 Basic Experience Core, 4x Aetherroot, 1x Iron Breastplate (+20 DEF)


    A series of images splashed across his AetherLink''s screen, detailing different plant anatomy and terms, as well as instructions on how to mill, refine, and process the materials. Zark''thul scrolled past all those to access a notification detailing his rewards, before deactivating the screen and slipping it back into his jacket.


    They exited the portal, returning back to the Nexus Room. Like always, Elspeth greeted them by the entryway.


    "Welcome back, sir," Elspeth said with a subtle bow, her black suit sharp amidst the sterile gray environment. "Another mission success. Congratulations are in order. Do you wish to engage in another Directive, or¡ª"


    "Agents, return to the barracks," Zark''thul ordered. He peered over his shoulder at the four of them.


    To his surprise, the Agents hadn''t collapsed in a heap. Though their postures were fatigued and their bodysuits and faces were plastered in muck, they appeared more relaxed than before. Agent Four clutched the backpack at her side with a wan smile.


    "Get yourselves cleaned up and rested," he added. "I''ll do the same. Take the time to debrief."


    "Understood," they acknowledged in sync.


    As she passed him, Agent Two paused. Her lustrous hair was soaked and disheveled, dangling down her face like dripping, silver threads. Though, Two still gave him her usual grin. "See ya in a bit, boss." And then she continued walking alongside her teammates.


    Two''s carefree nature took him off guard, but she at least remained focused when necessary. That mattered.


    Only when they disappeared past the corridors did he turn his attention to Elspeth once more, who still stood dutifully nearby. She peered at the mud caked over his body as well, before looking him in the eye again.


    Zark''thul met her gaze. A wry smile played at the corner of his lips. "Do you still think I need leadership training now?"


    Her stoic mask broke into a soft smile of her own. "I believe your performance showed improvement, sir. Leadership is an ongoing learning process. However, you did well, today."


    Her non-answer frustrated him, but at least she didn''t persist in her thinking. That was enough to appease him for now. Besides, it had felt satisfying to prove her wrong.


    "Any other reports?" He was, in truth, looking forward to a shower and a fresh change of clothes. Despite not viewing his current form in high regard, he still wished to present himself in the best manner possible while inhabiting this body.


    She gave a curt nod. "One."


    "Oh?"


    "I recommend recruiting another batch of Agents sooner rather than later, sir. It will greatly expedite the rate of your progress in the Tower and ensure more safety and stability for both the Agents and yourself."


    That had been in his plans anyway. "Noted."

 Chapter 8: Green Team

    The next day, the soft whoosh of the automated doors parting signaled Zark''thul''s approach into the Command Room. Elspeth was already standing within. At his arrival, her body pivoted towards him, the tails of her dark suit coat swaying with the subtle motion. Her green eyes brightened, glowing in the dim illumination of the overhead lights as she dipped her head in greeting.


    Zark''thul barely suppressed a tired sigh as he approached her and the central console. When he was close enough to smell the lilac-scented air that always seemed to permeate her being, she nodded in acknowledgment.


    "Good morning, sir," Elspeth greeted, her voice its usual, level tone.


    Zark''thul only nodded in return, running a hand through his hair. Sleeping was still something he found unnecessary, but meditating to recoup his focus was good enough.


    With his hand still brushing through the locks of his hair, he scrolled his gaze to the array of screens that now surrounded them both. The hub remained as clinically minimalist as when he''d first entered the Tower, with the only flash of vibrancy being the cascading runic screens and holograms on display. No matter the runes, they always held a faint blue sheen to them.


    He sat down beside the console, typing away to open up various windows to explore. As before, the Tower''s resources lay in the barest details.


    Beside him, Elspeth''s prim demeanor shifted as she adopted her usual formal stance: feet planted, hands behind her back, head angled slightly downward as her gaze swept across the screen in front of her. It was a stance that Zark''thul was certain no other creature could replicate, or find comfortable.


    "Current floor layout suggests the next Directive will be of an exploration nature, sir," Elspeth pointed out.


    "Hmm, so it would seem," Zark''thul replied. The display showed him an area littered with natural stone caverns, steep walls, and undulating peaks. Their mission¡ªdirectly beneath the swirling map of the region¡ªbrought a grin to his face.


    [Directive 1-3: Extract Siltstone Cores from the Gloomsink Hollows. Difficulty: ¡ï¡î¡î¡î¡î] Reward: 100 EXP, 10 Quintessence Shards, 6x Siltstone Core, 1-2 Basic Experience Core, 1 random common-quality gear, 3 random common-quality resources


    Elspeth turned her attention back to him. "Judging from what I recall from my files, Gloomsink Hollows are chthonic landscapes inhabited by many subterranean creatures. To safely navigate those dark environs, you might find Agents with stealth capabilities more useful than front-line fighters."


    Zark''thul cast a sideways glance at her as his fingers continued to tap against the console, delving into the Tower''s inventory database. Despite his constant needling against her so-called leadership advice, she did often offer suggestions he would consider helpful¡ªknowledge that gave him the edge that much sooner.


    It was ironic, given how she kept persisting in the notion that he needed more leadership skills. Wouldn''t that, therefore, make her the better leader?


    As if sensing his inner musings, Elspeth swiveled her gaze to meet his. "Don''t concern yourself too much with my prior feedback. My role is to be objective. Your Agents seem to appreciate your style."


    His grin became slightly sheepish. "Hm. And is that supposed to assuage me?"


    The corner of her lips twitched. "Possibly. Is it working?"


    "We''ll see."


    "Not an answer, I''ll remind you."


    "No," Zark''thul said with a wider smile. "It''s not." When her expression remained unamused, he added, "Well. Perhaps a little."


    The pair fell into a brief silence, their attention divided between the shimmering displays before them. A touch on one of the floating displays brought up the small selection of the Agents he had in waiting.


    "So," she pressed, her voice curious, "what might be your plan this time?"


    Zark''thul''s mind went to work.


    Considering the next Directive''s challenge, if it was anything like gathering those Aetherroots, then the emphasis was on the mission objective''s extraction. Not a direct confrontation.


    In contrast, stealth capabilities and general avoidance of hostile entities were of equal importance. And, while Elspeth had mentioned utilizing more stealth-oriented Agents, his intuition and current forces demanded a balanced approach between offense and defense.


    He checked his available Quintessence Shard count.


    <blockquote>


    [Quintessence Shard (Common) x 200] Used to recruit more agents or promote current ones. Spend one hundred shards to recruit five random Agents from the Agent dossier list at their initial rarity (Common) using the Recruitment system. There is a five percent chance to acquire a Rare Agent.


    </blockquote>


    "Is there any additional way of recruiting Agents besides using these Shards?" he asked.


    Elspeth was quiet for a moment. Perhaps she was parsing and archiving information behind that fixed gaze? Who knew with a synthetic.


    Finally, she spoke, "There are methods to acquire Agents that deviate from this baseline. Some involve completing hidden objectives on certain floors, which may afford you the opportunity to earn an Agent, perhaps of higher rarity, or one of more unique abilities."


    Zark''thul clicked his tongue, dissatisfied by that answer. "Useful only once I''m able to consistently clear floors, is that so?"


    She didn''t respond.


    "Very well," Zark''thul remarked, waving the matter away with a gesture of his hand as he stood up from the console. He was getting nowhere just sitting around.


    "Shall we go recruit more Agents, then?" Elspeth asked.


    "Precisely," he agreed. "Let''s see what additional minions we can call to my side. These environments necessitate different abilities and focus."


    <hr>


    The air in the Summoning Chamber shimmered as Zark''thul, clad in his formal attire, stalked along the tiles. His footfalls echoed softly against the cold, sterile surfaces that formed the walls and ceilings of the room. Ahead, Elspeth waited, her impeccable dark suit contrasting starkly against the monochromatic palette of the chamber.


    He eventually stood at the center of the circular platform, the black surface of his AetherLink device absorbing the dim, shifting light that danced across the chamber''s tiled walls. Around him, crystalline spheres nestled in alcoves began to pulse in response to his presence, their glows cycling from the placid azure hue to a more vibrant golden color.


    Unlike before, his AetherLink displayed two options before him, labeled: REDLINEs Dossier and Goblinoids Dossier.


    Goblinoids? That was new. Perhaps the Tower''s offerings had expanded in the interim between his missions.


    He tapped the Goblinoid option, which pulled up a brief history of the species:


    <blockquote>


    [Goblinoid] Goblinoids are a diverse and varied race of creatures inhabiting numerous realms and biomes within the multiverse, their forms as diverse as the realms that spawn them. The denizens of the Gloomsink Hollows consist of orcs, goblins, trolls, and the occasional ogre. These entities exhibit a tribal society and a culture founded on strength, cunning, and loyalty to their clans. They possess skills tailored towards survival and are adept at scavenging.


    [Special Trait] Acquire a random amount of loot at the end of a completed directive.


    </blockquote>


    Zark''thul grinned.


    A nice contrast to the REDLINEs. He would appreciate a range of different tactical styles.


    He expended one hundred Quintessence Shards to summon from the Goblinoid pack.


    [100 Quintessence Shards expended]


    As the process finalized, the golden lights intensified and their spherical sources resonated in sync. Then, the spheres seemed to wink out of existence. From each alcove, radiant tendrils of light spiraled outward, entangling together above the summoning platform. There, the radiance coalesced, a small star-like point forming at its center.


    The luminous filaments then unraveled themselves and dropped down, threads of light merging to take on distinct, humanoid shapes. Within moments, these illuminated forms solidified, coalescing into physical bodies that descended gracefully onto the summoning platform below.


    The first of the summons landed with a muted thud, the light fading to reveal a wiry goblin, his green skin glistening with a faint sheen. His black hair stood on end, accentuated by the several studs that pierced his ears. The goblin''s attire, a mix of hide and leather, bore a rough, somewhat unkempt appearance, and his chest piece seemed to be a haphazard construct of mismatched leather strips.


    He regarded them with a grin that displayed his crooked, yellow teeth as he tugged on his one of his hoop earrings.


    Zark''thul glanced down at his AetherLink, scanning through the goblin''s stats.


    <blockquote>


    Name: Rakk


    Type: Goblin, Male


    Role: Berserker


    Rarity: ¡î¡î (Common)


    Level: 1


    Health (HP): 150


    Attack (ATK): 35


    Defense (DEF): 20


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 10


    Speed (SPD): 20


    Critical Rate (CRIT): 8%


    Dodge Rate (DODGE): 5%


    Special Ability: Blood Frenzy (Increases ATK by 15 for 10 seconds after receiving at least 20 damage from a single attack)


    Gear: Oversized cleaver crafted from scrap metal and fitted with makeshift leather grips.


    Morale: 60%


    </blockquote>


    A berserker. His first melee fighter of this type. Certainly better suited for more close and personal combat scenarios than One, in any case. If they fought together, perhaps it would result in interesting outcomes.


    At least, Zark''thul had the feeling. Also, a two-star Common? Wonder why that is?


    The next figure descended from the light¡ªa goblin similar in build to the first, but her stance and demeanor conveyed a fierce, almost feral quality. Her dark hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, leaving her features unobstructed. A web of scars marked her deep green skin, which was cloaked in a set of form-fitting hides and leather.


    Zark''thul''s device revealed the same role and specialties as the previous summon.


    <blockquote>


    Name: Vraza


    Type: Goblin, Female


    Role: Berserker


    Rarity: ¡î¡î (Common)


    Level: 1


    Health (HP): 150


    Attack (ATK): 35


    Defense (DEF): 20


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 10


    Speed (SPD): 20


    Critical Rate (CRIT): 8%


    Dodge Rate (DODGE): 5%


    Special Ability: Blood Frenzy (Increases ATK by 15 for 6 seconds after receiving at least 20 damage from a single attack)


    Gear: Oversized cleaver crafted from scrap metal and fitted with makeshift leather grips.


    Morale: 60%


    Bonus Synergy: Rakk and Vraza can trigger a joint ability called Twin Devastation, where they coordinate a flurry of attacks on a single target (+20 ATK for 10 seconds, 60-second cooldown)


    </blockquote>


    "Twins," Zark''thul muttered under his breath, though the word did not elicit a reaction from Elspeth.


    Both goblins stepped to the side of the platform, giving space for the next summons to arrive.


    The air grew heavy as the third figure emerged from the light. This time, it was an orc, his massive frame casting a long shadow across the platform. The orc wore nothing more than a loincloth and a few hide bands wrapped around his broad wrists and waist.


    His ash-gray skin, scarred and leathery, was taut over his bulging muscles. His black mane flowed down to his broad shoulders.


    The orc glanced at the two goblins, his frown deepening as he saw them exchange a smirk and a jab.


    The AetherLink, still in Zark''thul''s hands, beeped a notification.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    <blockquote>


    Name: Urgan


    Type: Orc, Male


    Role: Tank


    Rarity: ¡î (Common)


    Level: 1


    Health (HP): 200


    Attack (ATK): 25


    Defense (DEF): 30


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 20


    Speed (SPD): 15


    Critical Rate (CRIT): 5%


    Block Rate (BLOCK): 10%


    Special Ability: Iron Roar (Taunts one target in melee range, forces the target to focus on him for 30 seconds. Two-minute cooldown)


    Gear: A massive, reinforced iron shield (+10% Block Rate) and a spiked mace.


    Morale: 70%


    </blockquote>


    Tank. His second frontline defender. And not like the smaller goblins, either. With an appreciative grunt, he eyed the orc. Useful, to be sure...


    The fourth figure that emerged from the portal was another goblin. Yet, his demeanor was different. Instead of the ferocious aspect of his peers, this one had a wiry, nimble presence. He was leaner than the other two, wrapped in a hooded cloak of dusky colors that hid most of his figure. Upon his back rested a crossbow.


    <blockquote>


    Name: Skitters


    Type: Goblin, Male


    Role: Sniper


    Rarity: ¡î (Common)


    Level: 1


    Health (HP): 100


    Attack (ATK): 50


    Defense (DEF): 10


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 10


    Speed (SPD): 15


    Critical Rate (CRIT): 10%


    Dodge Rate (DODGE): 5%


    Special Ability: Camouflage (provides minor stealth for 30 seconds. Two-minute cooldown)


    Gear: Custom-made, ramshackle crossbow adorned with various trinkets and charms, and a quiver of bolts.


    Morale: 70%


    </blockquote>


    Zark''thul''s device confirmed his thoughts¡ªsniper. Skilled with the weapon, at that. Maybe a stealth-based one...


    The fifth and final figure descended, heralded by a spiraling shower of light.


    Their features coalesced into that of an orc woman, her body adorned with ritual tattoos that seemed to shimmer with the residual energy of the summoning. Her eyes glowed with arcane light, and she moved with a confidence that set her apart from the others.


    Her hide-clad form gave her an air of aggression that matched her commanding presence. Clutched between her hands was a wooden staff, its gnarled, knobby wood glimmering with a faint luminescence.


    As Zark''thul glanced down at his device, his eyes widened.


    <blockquote>


    Name: Filu


    Type: Half-Orc, Female


    Role: Warrior-Mage


    Rarity: ¡î¡î¡î (Rare)


    Level: 1


    Health (HP): 162.5


    Attack (ATK): 25


    Magic (MAG): 25


    Defense (DEF): 18.75


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 18.75


    Speed (SPD): 19


    Critical Rate (CRIT): 7.5%


    Dodge Rate (DODGE): 6%


    Special Ability: Arcane Blast (magical ranged attack). Arcane Smash (augments her melee attacks with magic damage, +10 MAG for 10 seconds, 45-second cooldown); Elemental Ward (increases defense and magic resistance by 25 against one elemental type for one minute, two-minute cooldown)


    Gear: A staff crafted from darkwood, etched with runes, and a curved ritual dagger for close combat.


    Morale: 75%


    </blockquote>


    A Rare-tier Agent!


    Although Zark''thul felt no strong emotions regarding those Agents in particular, to have obtained a rare one so quickly was nothing short of a boon. Not only that, but now he had one with a Warrior-Mage role, as well. Someone who could fit either melee or ranged combat, depending on what was required in that situation.


    A pleasant surprise, indeed...


    All the Agents, their initial confusion melting away, turned to face their new employer and their strange surroundings. Rakk and Vraza gazed up at Zark''thul with predatory smiles.


    Rakk tilted his head at him, gesturing. "Human? No..."


    His grin revealed a row of jagged, yellow teeth. "Don''t look edible. Smells good, though. Like blood. Earth. Violence."


    "So," Vraza said with a roll of her shoulders, her eyes roving over Zark''thul''s figure, "are you the one who brought us here?"


    He allowed her assessment, his countenance as placid as ever. After a moment, he shifted his weight. "Indeed. You are under my employ."


    Rakk elbowed his sibling. "Didn''t answer me first part, tho, sis. Is he food or not?"


    Vraza kicked him in the shin. "Idiot!"


    He only chuckled at her rebuke.


    Zark''thul ignored the small interaction and merely shrugged. "You can call me Zark''thul. This is my secretary, Elspeth."


    Elspeth merely bowed her head once in acknowledgment.


    The new recruits merely eyed her, wary.


    Filu, the orc with the staff, seemed to gaze around the chamber with greater awareness than the other goblins. She lightly nudged the male orc beside her. He blinked before seeming to collect himself.


    "Filu is pleased," the orc woman stated. She paused as if weighing the next words. "To be of service to... um..."


    "Zark''thul," Zark''thul completed for her.


    "Yes." She bowed her head. "Zark''thul."


    One of the goblins¡ªSkitters¡ªremarked in a hissing whisper, "A human... Running us? Why not some superior force, like a mighty dragon? Or a warlord? Gha''ol, the Breaker of Mountains, even. The Inscrutable Visage? Not some... hairless, gangly ape."


    It took him a moment to register the slurs. When he did, Zark''thul did not answer.


    These weren''t mindless drones, brainwashed and swept away by a decade of propaganda and total loyalty to one''s betters. No, he would have to assert his will in other ways. These creatures needed discipline. Authority. Hierarchy.


    The goblin called Rakk, having stepped back, leaned down to the ground. His hand ran along the platform''s edge, as if he were searching for something.


    Vraza beside him barked out a laugh. "What are you doing?"


    He sneered at her. "Lookin'' for loot, stupid," he retorted. He righted himself, dusting his knees. Then, he reached into his pouch, fumbling around to produce what looked like an old bone. Rakk gave it a kiss before tucking the object away and nodding at Zark''thul with that same toothy grin. "I''m Rakk."


    In contrast, his twin raised herself to her full height¡ªstill short, mind you¡ªand thrust her chest out, hand on the oversized cleaver at her side.


    "Vraza," she said with an eager smile. "Twins, see? I''m the stronger one, though," she added. She took to elbowing her brother.


    Rakk jostled back. "Am not!"


    "Are too!"


    "AM NOT!"


    Skitters cut through their bickering. "Hoi! Cut it out," he hissed. The others stopped to look at him. Skitters turned to look up at Zark''thul''s face. "Ignore the twins, Chief, please. They''re idiots." The goblin pointed his thumb at himself. "Name''s Skitters."


    "Urgan," the male orc said, dipping his head. He raised a brow. "Was surprised to see so many greenskins ''n me."


    Filu grunted in agreement. "For Filu, as well."


    Zark''thul only shrugged. "Beings, races, types¡ªall are beneath me. What matters is power. Which you all shall serve. I am the CEO of this Tower, and I expect success as you travel through my floors and complete your Directives. If you do, I will reward you accordingly."


    Rakk and Vraza threw each other devious grins.


    Without any warning, both goblins lunged toward him, their weapons poised to strike.


    Zark''thul barely had time to react before Elspeth stepped in front of him, her motions almost a blur, leaving a faint trail of emerald sparks in her wake. Her arms lashed out, one hand grasping Rakk''s wrist and halting his weapon''s path a mere hairsbreadth away from her chest. Elspeth''s other hand snapped forward, clamping down on Vraza''s blade, stopping its edge with her grip.


    Despite the force of the two berserkers'' attack, Elspeth held firm, unfazed, her countenance remaining composed as if she were simply reading a book rather than contending with the twin''s raw strength.


    Vraza snarled, throwing her weight behind the blade¡ªbut to no avail.


    "What...?" Rakk''s mouth opened and closed dumbly before his eyes bulged wider and he tried to wrench his arm free.


    Without batting an eye, Elspeth released her grip and brought her hands in front of the twins'' faces. Before either goblin could react, she flicked their foreheads once with her index fingers.


    The sudden burst of force sent them tumbling back. They crashed against the floor in a heap, their limbs tangled like a pair of scolded children.


    Rakk groaned in pain, while Vraza issued a low hiss.


    Elspeth brushed off her hands, then fixed her lapels and straightened her tie. Her gaze shifted to Zark''thul. "My apologies, sir. I sensed their killing intent and acted."


    Zark''thul shook his head, glancing at the bruised twins. "Are Agents supposed to be able to attack me so easily?"


    "Typically, their in-built restraints would not allow them to intentionally harm the CEO," Elspeth explained. "However, the constraints for certain Agent roles are slightly looser than others." She glared pointedly at the goblins. "Berserkers, for example. Due to their volatile tendencies, their ability to do harm to the CEO is... flexible. When emotions run high."


    Zark''thul made a disapproving hum, reaching out to pat her shoulder. "Then good job for protecting me, I suppose."


    She inclined her head, then took to fixing his ruffled collar and jacket with deft, swift movements. As soon as she was done, she retreated to her spot at his side.


    "Nonetheless. You have to understand their minds," Elspeth continued, once again facing the goblins. "At the initial recruitment phase, these Agents might feel disoriented, afraid, or suspicious. A show of dominance and control can effectively bring them into line."


    "Noted," Zark''thul remarked dryly, though he grinned down at the duo still sprawled out on the platform. "It would seem I don''t even need to lift a finger."


    Vraza grimaced and shoved her brother away. She raised herself on her hands and knees. Her chin lowered. "Vraza is sorry. Boss," she added.


    Rakk slowly followed her. He fixed his gaze on Zark''thul.


    "We''s ungrateful assholes, sir," Rakk said. He rubbed the back of his neck, then presented his wrist. "I¡ªWe understand if you, uh, you wanna chop an arm off to teach us a lesson. Both of ''em, even. Twins must have twinned punishments, see? Wouldn''t be fair otherwise." He met his sister''s glare.


    "No," Zark''thul cut in before that could spiral. The words just left his mouth. "There''s no point in your retaliation. For now, Elspeth has quite elegantly put you in your place. Learn from that. I didn''t expect discipline, but I don''t want you wasting my resources either. Every action has a reaction. Follow that principle, and do not provoke me or my employees. Understood?"


    "Yes, sir!" both of them chorused, righting themselves before giving him a sloppy salute. "We swear to follow your command! Loyally. Yes..."


    As much as their ''agreement'' grated on him, Zark''thul was nonetheless glad they knew how to communicate, at the very least. That was one less obstacle to worry about. Not that it could have been otherwise, given that the AetherLink had probably calibrated their languages as well... However, their feral minds seemed to lag in comparison to his REDLINEs Agents.


    Regardless, he gestured at the nearby exit, leading them away from the summoning area.


    "The facilities for our management and care are this way," he told them. "Elspeth, take them to the barracks." Without another word, Zark''thul swept from the room and away from his new Agents.


    <hr>


    The next day, Zark''thul paced around the Nexus Room. Before him, Rakk, Vraza, Skitters, Filu, and Three stood with their gear. He peered down at the current roster on his AetherLink. These five in particular, as a squad, seemed ideal for completing Directive 1-1 without him having to run alongside.


    He assigned Three as the leader of the squad, much to the disdain of the other recruits. She would have to convince them to behave properly, though he wasn''t sure whether she was the right person to do that. Either way, she was the most experienced and the top performer against the Murk Beast.


    [Leader assigned to Agent "Three"] Squad Bonus - Sniper''s Marking Shot: Marks an enemy, causing all squad members to deal 10% additional damage to that target. Only one mark can be active at a time.


    This boon was the perfect compliment to the goblins'' attacks.


    Unlike his previous outings, he formed this strictly to maximize slaying the Murk Beast as fast as possible. The two snipers had a role-counter advantage there. Vraza and Rakk''s combined forces would dish out a lot of bursty damage while they engaged the target close-up. Meanwhile, Filu''s versatility would allow her to cover gaps as necessary, so long as Three did her job right.


    While a straightforward arrangement, it was one that did not benefit from his presence. All of these factors made this the perfect scenario to see if he could let his Agents solve these problems without his direct input every step of the way.


    "Follow Three''s direction," he told them, standing alongside the Nexus room portal. "I''ll be monitoring your progress as you complete the task. Take her words as my own. Understood?"


    Though the snarling from Vraza and Rakk made their displeasure evident, all of them assented with curt nods.


    The look Three gave him communicated just how anxious this whole thing made her. Her voice was tentative when she asked, "And you''ll step in if things get bad, right? Like, pull us out. You can do that, can''t you?"


    For a moment, Zark''thul merely raised a brow at her. This was the Agent who had remained calm and composed for all the previous missions he took her on. Suddenly she turned into a worried mess once he gave her this simple leadership position?


    Was she unable to keep cool around the goblins? Around subordinates of her own?


    Bizarre. Unfathomable. He would have to work on that in the future.


    Elspeth merely interceded smoothly on his behalf. "Our CEO can recall your squad at any point," she explained to her. "You will be returned to the Nexus Room instantaneously should the need arise."


    "Understood." Three blinked, collecting herself. "Ready to go."


    Zark''thul still didn''t like her anxious attitude. Perhaps there was something he could do. What would Elspeth have suggested in a situation like this...?


    He snapped his fingers, realizing the solution.


    He approached Three, placing a hand on her shoulder before whispering in her ear. "If your squad performs well, you may ask me for one reward of your choosing."


    When she furrowed her brow at him, he could only add, "Anything within reason, of course."


    An awkward smile appeared on her features. She stood a little straighter now. "Yes, sir. Right. Got it." Turning towards her squad members, she raised her voice and told them, "Alright, team. We''ve got a job to do. Come on, let''s go."


    Though they muttered between themselves in gruff, accented grunts and whispers, the rest of the squad nonetheless passed through the portal and onto the mission at hand.


    Meanwhile, Elspeth spoke to Zark''thul with a discreet whisper. "I must ask, what will you offer her if she succeeds? Or are you hoping to merely motivate her with nothing to provide at the end?"


    Zark''thul, ignoring that small taunt, headed to the Command Room with Elspeth following close behind him. There, he flicked at one of the rune screens before it shifted to display footage of the squad in real-time.


    "I don''t intend to mislead her," he eventually muttered in return to his secretary. "I''ll go along with whatever she desires. What could a REDLINEs Agent truly want that could hinder me?"

 Chapter 9: Behind the Numbers

    Zark''thul sat in his office, his attention fixed on the semi-transparent screens before him. He leaned back, fingers steepled under his chin as he watched the feeds, watching the makeshift squad attempt their first task without his oversight. The five of them marched through the thick, soggy swamp biome he''d gotten so used to.


    Three led them, her form highlighted in the display, her posture rigid. Even through the virtual screens, it was evident the stress this was putting on her. If the goblins didn''t show the proper respect, it was likely she would be the one to snap first. Perhaps that was for the better¡ªit would teach both sides, after all. And there was more to see.


    "Squad, keep formation. Maintain distance," she called out, her tone as steady as she could manage. She''d heard those instructions enough from him that they were practically committed to memory now.


    "Formation? Yeah, sure," Skitters muttered, the camouflaged goblin tagging close by Three''s side, his crossbow held casually on his shoulder. The disrespect in his voice was unmistakable.


    Nearby, Filu stalked like a shadow, her face grim. Vraza and Rakk tailed alongside her, cleavers in hand. While Vraza looked intent on the path ahead, her brother seemed more preoccupied with sniffing the air and poking around. Vraza jabbed him with an elbow. "Focus, you."


    While Rakk made no verbal reply, he at least followed suit in his twin''s more serious attitude.


    "Real original name, by the way. ''Three''?" Skitters prodded. A laugh accompanied his remark. "What, did the rest get numbers too? Or are you just that special?"


    Three''s jaw tightened, but her focus stayed on their path ahead. "Our CEO gave them to us," she stated simply. "There''s no other meaning behind it."


    "Hah! Name''s nothing special to this boss then. Thinks of his people like objects to use," Skitters retorted, the smirk never leaving his face. "No more special than a sword. Or a shield. Just as expendable."


    Three said nothing in return, but her expression tensed further.


    From his watchful position in the command room, Zark''thul observed Three''s effort to maintain a facade of cool professionalism. But the subtle clench of her fists revealed the emotions she kept at bay.


    Good. If she wanted to be a leader, she needed to deal with their banter sooner or later.


    Elspeth leaned back against a wall, her form casting a shadow on the panels behind him. She gazed over his shoulder.


    He felt her judging stare. "Something on your mind, Elspeth?"


    Without a change in her expression, she remarked, "Your squad''s cohesion leaves much to be desired."


    "That is for them to resolve, not me," Zark''thul snapped in return. He wasn''t entirely certain he''d gotten her sarcasm. To her credit, she made no other reply, nor did she elaborate on her previous judgment. Only watched. He could almost imagine the notes she was writing down in her mind while doing so.


    Let her think what she liked. They weren''t out here to make friends. They were there to slaughter and pave the path forward.


    He continued to monitor them closely, switching between their perspectives. Rakk and Vraza veered off course to investigate something moving in the shadows. He frowned at them¡ªwhere were they going? Had Three spotted that?


    As his thumb tapped on her point of view, he discovered that she had.


    Forcing a stern, tetchy tone, she shouted, "No, don''t go off on your own! Not now."


    "Yeah, yeah," Rakk responded with a roll of his eyes. "I smell treasure!"


    "Going after it!" Vraza declared.


    Zark''thul tapped on the berserker''s perspective and followed as the two raced away from the group, darting through the swamps. They were surprisingly nimble on their legs. Their enthusiasm wasn''t out of place either; the glint of treasure in the distance caught his eye.


    While Three''s complaints could still be heard, the two goblins crested over a rise. An untouched pile of gear lay waiting for them: a chestplate, a dagger, and a few leather garments, with small articles of miscellaneous equipment littered around the mound.


    Zark''thul looked over at Elspeth. "Are they able to bring gear back, regardless of the mission rewards?"


    She nodded. "Yes. That is permitted, so long as the directive is successfully completed."


    He hummed in approval, then returned his attention to the screens. As Rakk and Vraza looted what they could find, Three and the others caught up to them. Skitters sidled up next to the berserkers as they picked through the loot, stuffing things into their packs.


    "Alright. Can we continue now, then?" Three asked. She sounded tense still, despite the find. Rakk and Vraza stayed quiet, grinning among themselves.


    They continued moving in the same formation as before, albeit this time with more effort to stay close to each other. Perhaps because of that haul? Zark''thul didn''t care the reasons¡ªonly the results. So long as they listened to her and took their duties seriously, they could keep whatever they scavenged along the way. That seemed a fine incentive, surely.


    The squad combed the swampland, following a natural trail. Filu sniffed the air and pressed closer to Three, whispering something in her ear. The REDLINEs sniper nodded, gesturing to a copse of tall, moss-covered trees just ahead.


    On the other side of the trees and half-submerged boulders, the creature stirred. The Murk Beast¡ªhulking, grotesque, a patchwork of slick scales and leathery skin, its eyes rolling sluggishly in their sockets. Its bulky frame moved laboriously, claws carving deep grooves in the sodden ground.


    The sight was familiar to Zark''thul, but seeing it through Three''s perspective¡ªand Elspeth''s commentary¡ªshed light on the differences between her and himself.


    "I can''t see where to engage well enough to aim properly. No good line of sight. Too many trees." Three shook her head. "Can we get around?"


    "No way forward in stealth," Skitters piped up, glancing at their surroundings. "If we''re going to kill it, have to just fight it on its terms. Smash and grab."


    Filu hesitated, then made an emphatic gesture with her hands. "Flanking."


    "Right. Yes. We can do that," Three responded, nodding. She flicked her gaze towards the berserker goblins. "Think you guys can take its attention on your own?"


    "Pssh, only take its attention, huh?" Vraza sneered. "Yeah. Shouldn''t be a problem."


    Rakk echoed her disdainful sentiment, cracking his knuckles. "Come, sis. We got this handled. Big monster''s gonna go down hard, right? Hehe."


    Three scanned their surroundings once again before instructing the others. "Ok, let''s not rush it. There''s a spot where the beast has to wade across deeper water on the edges. If we draw it over that way, the muck will slow its movement. Skitters and I will be nearby, hiding out on a path close to the boulders. Filu, position yourself by those trees... In the middle."


    Zark''thul viewed the positions in question from his side. Not perfect, but still functional. They''d manage like that.


    Three turned her attention towards the two berserkers. "I''m counting on you to hold its attention for as long as possible." Then, she glanced at the rest. "I''ll start the attack since I have the longest range. Skitters will back me up."


    "I got ya," the goblin chimed in.


    "When we begin firing," she continued, "Wait for the beast to leave the deep part of the swamp and meet it then. It should be severely wounded by that point, but if not, focus on taking its legs out. We''ll finish the job. Got it?"


    Both berserkers gave enthusiastic nods.


    After relaying a few more details, they split off and Three returned to the place where the squad had spotted the monster. The creature lumbered aimlessly along its murky pool, sloshing through the mire. Slow and ungainly in its movements, the Murk Beast''s natural terrain should have been an advantage¡ªbut their planning mitigated that, making it into a disadvantage instead. Especially for something so large and cumbersome.


    Once positioned on the higher ground, the berserker goblins hunkered down, hidden amongst the foliage. Filu melded with the shadows behind her cluster of trees. Skitters, having thrown a hood over his head, practically vanished in plain sight. Only Three, at a far-off boulder, kept watch on the beast, her rifle poised for the first strike.


    Her composure seemed better, Zark''thul observed. Back in control. Confident. Whatever nervousness had plagued her prior to this was nowhere to be seen now.


    Time to see how his agents would do on their own.


    Three fired the first shot of their attack, signaling the squad''s ambush. The sharp crack of the firearm shattered the ambient quiet and left a trail of gun smoke.


    The bullet tore through the air, striking the Murk Beast in one of its bulbous eyes. The creature reared back, letting out a guttural roar that echoed through the clearing. The beast''s massive head thrashed from side to side, its sluggish movements disrupted by the sudden pain. The swamp water around it rippled as it struggled to regain balance.


    Shakily, the creature dragged itself forward and lurched in Three''s direction, its movements disoriented. It sunk into the deeper swamp water where the shore dropped off.


    Just when it trudged to the middle of the watery strip, Skitters'' crossbow bolt whistled through the air. The missile flew true, piercing the Murk Beast''s flank. Blood flowed freely from the wound, tainting the murky water with an ominous, scarlet bloom. But instead of stalling it, the monster merely uttered a growl that carried an undercurrent of newfound fury.


    "Keep hitting it!" Three shouted, chambering her next round. She squeezed the trigger, letting another high-caliber bullet lance toward the monster. The shot punctured the beast''s neck, ripping apart some of its soft flesh, adding to the pool of blood that oozed from its body and spread through the swamp.


    With a snarling, gurgling hiss, the creature''s movements became erratic. Its giant claws thrashed at the surrounding trees and boulders, sending chunks of earth and foliage flying, churning the water into a chaotic froth.


    Eventually, it struggled to the shore, clawing onto land as its scaly legs fought for purchase on the slippery mire. The creature''s hulking form bore the evidence of its wounds, but its predatory instincts still burned, its jaws opening in a primal shriek.


    Rakk and Vraza dashed out of hiding, each one brandishing their oversized cleavers. Their mismatched hide and leather armor was plastered with moss and grime, yet they wore it like trophies.


    "Now we fight," they hissed in unison, their voices rising above the murk of the swamp.


    Rakk reached the beast first, his cleaver swinging down in a powerful arc. The blade bit into the creature''s side, cutting through leathery hide and drawing a thick stream of dark ichor. The beast roared, its head snapping around to face him, but Vraza was already there, striking at its exposed flank. Her own blade carved a deep, savage line, drawing even more blood.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    The Murk Beast reeled, momentarily stunned by the assault from two flanking attackers. It thrashed and swung its massive tail, hitting the twins and sending them tumbling into the shallow water.


    But even as they fell, their furious snarls mirrored their adversary''s. They scrambled to their feet, muck clinging to their bodies, and charged again with a frenzy, not deterred in the slightest.


    Meanwhile, Filu surged forward, the magic in her staff swirling into a chaotic orb of arcane energy that hurtled toward the creature. It struck its back, and the orb exploded in a flash of mystical light, momentarily dazing the monster and jostling it about.


    Through the screens, Zark''thul watched the show unfolding. Underneath his quiet, regal air, a faint, hungry smile spread across his face.


    His squad pressed on, undaunted.


    Three and Skitters continued to fire at the creature, peppering it with bullets and crossbow bolts. Every shot found its mark, either piercing through the monster''s scaled hide or gouging into its more vulnerable flesh. The goblin berserkers also left their own trail of carnage, their cleavers ripping and tearing through the beast''s sinewy muscle wherever it could be exposed.


    The Murk Beast reared up, letting out another bellow that shook the trees around them.


    Three took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing as she lined up her next shot. She aimed for the creature''s head, her finger tightening on the trigger. The crack of the rifle echoed through the clearing, the bullet piercing through the Murk Beast''s skull.


    The creature let out one last, gurgling roar before its massive form slumped forward, crashing into the swamp with a heavy splash.


    For a moment, there was silence, then Filu approached it from her flank and leveled another orb of crackling energy at the still body.


    An execution. And a fine one, at that.


    "Did... did we get it?" Skitters asked, creeping from his hiding spot and slowly moving closer.


    Three lowered her rifle, her gaze still locked on the beast. She took a deep breath, her shoulders relaxing as the tension began to fade. "We got it," she said, her voice steady. "Good work, everyone."


    akk let out a triumphant yell, raising his cleaver high above his head. "Yeah! That''s how you do it!" He turned to Vraza, a wide grin on his face. "Told ya we''d take it down!"


    "This thing''s ugly," Vraza said as she sliced off one of its three toes. She held it aloft for everyone to see. "Got a new trophy, though."


    Filu simply stood, looking the body over in approval, while Skitters eagerly scavenged their slain prey for materials and loot.


    Zark''thul chuckled under his breath, listening to the words coming in from the command room screens. Everything had been more efficient than he could have possibly hoped for. The synergy between each role, the calculated approach, the use of their surroundings¡ªdespite their low levels, this squad''s composition seemed formidable.


    Had his luck finally turned?


    "Fifty-six seconds," Elspeth remarked from beside him.


    "What?" Zark''thul asked, slightly irritated by her breaking him out of his train of thought.


    "The squad''s performance. Fifty-six seconds to eliminate the target. For comparison, your best time when you were present was ninety-three seconds."


    Though she spoke in that same flat, businesslike tone, Zark''thul could almost hear the smugness underneath it all. Was that gloating? Did she sound pleased that he hadn''t been there on the field to see this victory himself? Or was that his own ego making such ridiculous assumptions?


    Still, though, he had to admit the results were impressive. Perhaps she was right.


    "An optimal outcome, considering the variables," he agreed with an exhale. "Better than even I expected, given their personalities and levels..."


    [Directive 1-1: Slay the Murk Beast complete!] Repeat Reward: 100 Experience (EXP), 10 Quintessence Shards (QSP), 2 Experience Cores (Basic), 1 sickle


    [You have advanced to Level 3]


    <blockquote>


    [Name] Zark''thul


    [Role] CEO


    [Level] 3


    [Experience] 50/4500


    [Accolades] None


    [Health] 600/600


    [Essence] 130/130


    Attack (ATK): 30


    Magic (MAG): 84


    Defense (DEF): 42


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 72


    Speed (SPD): 22


    Crit Rate (CRIT): 7%


    Dodge Rate (DODGE): 9%


    Block Rate (BLOCK): 9%


    [Agent Pool Size] 10/15


    [Deployment Slots] 2


    [Abilities] Voracious Maw of the Abyss (Rank 1), *new* Eldritch Fortitude (Rank 1)


    </blockquote>


    A new power...


    What could it be? A quick check revealed more information:


    <blockquote>


    [Eldritch Fortitude] As a former eldritch entity, you''ve learned how to reapply some of your innate endurance into this frail human shell you currently inhabit. You''ve obtained 10% damage resistance against most physical or energy-based attacks, minor resistance to poison and environmental effects, and total immunity to diseases and magical control powers.


    </blockquote>


    Hmm. Quite a useful, if not impressive, set of traits. It would offer an added layer of protection and endurance, allowing him to resist both the raw physical forces and the insidious ailments that often plagued the mundane realm. Ten percent was no small thing, he noted.


    Still, a lot could probably be improved, then. Perhaps further ranking up this Ability could let him go beyond merely enduring this frail flesh...


    For now, he''d test it later on.


    Zark''thul tapped the ''Recall'' icon, and the feed began to flicker. On the other side, the squad shimmered for a moment before winking out of existence.


    He then turned to Elspeth and gestured at her. "Come along, then. We''ll meet them at the Nexus Room. This was an excellent step towards progressing farther."


    She just nodded. Together they strode from the room, Zark''thul wearing a faint grin.


    <hr>


    After the debriefing at the Nexus Room, Zark''thul followed Three to the part of the barracks where the other REDLINEs were housed. All the Agents waited in the small recreation area in their sector. Unlike the commons, which held more of the basic amenities, this side seemed comparatively bare. Few furnishings, little in the way of decorations, only what was essential.


    He caught sight of Agent Four, the REDLINEs Support, seated at a long table next to Agents One, Two, and Five. All four wore casual expressions as they peered at a collection of cards laid in front of them.


    "Well done," Zark''thul stated to Three as they headed to her compatriots. "Excellent job at fulfilling the objective. As promised, I''ll reward your choice."


    While Zark''thul stopped a few paces away, Three came to a halt before the others. They took one look at her and immediately shoved the cards into a pile off to the side. Then, they huddled together, as though already working out some silent understanding in their heads. Whatever Three was about to request, they wouldn''t be kept out of it.


    There was a moment where Three faltered¡ªbrows twitched, fists tightened, and a little bob of the head as she struggled to vocalize her thoughts. That same old anxiousness as before, then.


    "You promised a reward for that victory. Against the Murk Beast," she began, turning to face him. "Anything we ask for that''s within reason, yes?"


    The rest of the REDLINEs stood on either side, leaning in closer.


    He gave an approving nod. "Anything reasonable is acceptable. If it''s within my ability to give, it shall be yours."


    "So," Three spoke, swallowing after, "If possible, I want..."


    She drew in a breath, squeezing her eyes shut, then forced the words out in a rush, her body tensing. Her expression gave no hint as to her inner conflict. The other REDLINEs simply watched her, all waiting for the same question with the same tension. As if she was about to demand some great and powerful thing that was both needed and sacred...


    Zark''thul still wasn''t sure what exactly was going through Three''s mind. Or, for that matter, her three colleagues.


    "Yes?" he prompted.


    "...I want you to give us proper names," she finished.


    Confusion held him in check. For a long moment, Zark''thul stared at Three. He mentally replayed the words that had just come out of her lips. All the nervousness, all the tense anticipation, the meaningful glances at her fellow REDLINEs, all of it¡ªfor this...?


    "You want..." He enunciated every word deliberately. "...names? That is your request?"


    Three gave a taut nod. "Yes. Name us properly this time. We don''t want to be reduced to mere numbers anymore." Then, in a smaller voice, she added, "We''ve had enough of being treated like objects."


    There was a subtle undercurrent in her tone. Of anger. Of determination.


    A flicker of irritation sparked deep within him, sharp and cold.


    Names?


    His eldritch instincts recoiled at the idea. He had commanded armies of beings, twisted nightmares and horrors from realms beyond comprehension, none of whom had needed names to serve him. They had been tools¡ªsilent, loyal, disposable. His power had been enough to shape their very existence. But now, in this human form, he was being asked to acknowledge his agents as more than numbers, more than mere extensions of his will.


    A part of him, the part that had once ruled with sheer terror and domination, wanted to dismiss the request outright, to remind them of their place. What did a name change? What did it matter?


    Power was what mattered.


    As he opened his mouth to reply, the REDLINEs at her sides swelled with that same intensity. They inched closer to her, eyes blazing at him.


    As he considered the request, a brief memory flickered across his mind¡ªshadowed forms kneeling before him, countless beings from dimensions long since lost to his will. His former minions had been transformed horrors, connected to his hive mind. They had existed without names, without individuality.


    But now... the REDLINEs stood before him, watching, waiting.


    They wanted something different. This was not the time of eldritch domination; he could not crush or consume them as he once might have. They were not the drones he was accustomed to. Here, he couldn''t risk straining an already delicate bond of trust.


    Zark''thul let out a sigh.


    Perhaps... a name was not such a trivial thing, after all.


    It was an alien concept to his eldritch mind, but one that even he could understand as a necessity. For beings to take pride in who they were, a name was just that: an identity that was uniquely theirs.


    Even he had a name, after all.


    "...I see," he said. His hands settled on his hips, considering. "Very well. Names. You shall have them." While he said that, a genuine grin formed on his face. "Strange request, but I can''t deny it."


    To his surprise, they collectively held their breath at his comment before eventually sighing in relief, some more than others. Clearly they hadn''t believed he would keep to his word. Or perhaps had thought him incapable of going through with this simple promise.


    "This shall take a moment to consider," he informed them. "I''ll give you forty-eight hours to think of a name each of you want for yourselves. If you still want me to choose, that is fine as well. Report back to me when you are ready."


    In perfect unison, the REDLINEs spoke. "Thank you, sir."


    Then, with that, Zark''thul left their barracks to head back to his quarters. Elspeth silently trailed behind him, silent save for the soft clatter of her steps.


    "I sense a commentary forming in that electronic brain of yours," he stated to her.


    She didn''t answer for a moment, as if caught off guard. But then, that same smooth, enigmatic tone that belonged to her filled the corridor. "You''re warming up to your role as a leader," she pointed out. "The bond is beginning to form."


    He suppressed a snort. "Bond. Don''t be ridiculous."


    "You gave them something they wanted¡ªnames. It serves no direct purpose for your goals, and yet you granted it."


    Zark''thul''s pace slowed, her words gnawing at the edges of his mind. He had seen it as a transactional exchange¡ªsomething simple, something that would solidify their obedience. But had it been that simple?


    "I promised those things, therefore it makes perfect sense to fulfill them," he shot back. "Does that not result in greater loyalty on their parts? Since they will know I keep my word?"


    "You''re not merely fulfilling promises," Elspeth continued, "you''re fostering their sense of identity. This isn''t just about loyalty through power anymore. You''re beginning to understand that their investment in you goes beyond obedience. They seek validation, recognition¡ªelements that, in this world, are tied to bonding. In the long run, this will make them more effective. More willing to die for you, if that''s what you need."


    He grunted. "It''s manipulation, then."


    At last, she stepped beside him. They walked together, the ambient lighting of the hallways softening their appearance into an almost soothing image.


    She tilted her head, the faintest hint of a smile playing across her lips. "If you wish to call it that, perhaps. But it is also leadership. Leadership isn''t merely control; it''s understanding what motivates those beneath you, giving them what they need to perform at their peak, even if it''s something as simple as a name."


    "I will never understand these human trivialities," Zark''thul muttered under his breath, yet even as he spoke, his words didn''t carry the same conviction. "But I will use them, if it means success."


    Elspeth''s steps slowed behind him. "That''s how it starts. ''Use'' soon turns to ''understand''."


    "Is that another of your ''observational comments?''" he asked.


    The ever-present smile that she wore gave nothing away. She said nothing to confirm or deny his accusation.


    Silence followed them for the rest of their way back to his room. It lasted the entire length of that trip, yet he found his thoughts to be anything but quiet.

 Chapter 10: Eye on the Prize

    One week later...


    [Directive 1-5: Defeat the Pack of Skarns complete!] Repeat Reward: 150 Experience (EXP), 20 Quintessence Shards (QSP), 2 Experience Cores (Basic), 4x Iron Ore


    [You have advanced to Level 4]


    Zark''thul stood over the broken forms of the Skarn beasts his squad had slain. The earthen creatures, half-spawned from the ground itself, lay scattered in their tracks. Yet, for him, it didn''t feel like he''d fought the battle; the entire group, without him, had simply made that judgment call and attacked. There had been no prompting from him to begin.


    Ever since the REDLINEs squad had chosen their names, they had only grown more confident in their own decisions, leading to situations such as these.


    All of this had been their decision. Not his.


    Three¡ªnow known as Clare, a name as average as her mannerisms¡ªwalked up to his side and gave him a respectful nod. "Directive complete, sir. Byron sustained moderate damage. Lyssa is healing him up." She inclined her head towards the rest of the group.


    Sure enough, Lyssa¡ªformerly Four¡ªwas hunched over One¡ªwho now called himself Byron¡ªadministering a stimpack from her medkit. The remains of the shattered golemoid creatures were littered around them in a swath of broken earth and rock.


    Two, having renamed herself Geneve, cleaned the gore off her daggers, standing nearby the other members. She wore an easy-going smile, something that was becoming a common sight ever since they''d adopted their new names. Five was now known as Warren, though his silent vigil on the sidelines while fidgeting with his pistol holster still seemed a part of who he was.


    Such a curious, curious lot...


    Perhaps it was merely an arbitrary change in Zark''thul''s mind, but there was something undeniably different about all of this now that they had begun using those names. Where they used to move and operate solely on his direction, they were starting to make calls on their own, initiating action without prompting.


    They had become... bold, in a way. Though they still treated him with respect, there was a hint of something else. Confidence? Affirmation? Independence?


    Elspeth''s words echoed in his mind¡ªhad her prediction of a bond already begun to take shape?


    Was that... good, or bad?


    It was still too soon to tell. They needed a stronger directive, something more challenging. These pack of Skarns hardly provided a decent obstacle, certainly not something they needed to strain their resources on. A slightly tougher fight, but a small-scale one in the grander scheme of things.


    He reached down and placed a palm on a Skarn corpse, activating his Vocarious Maw of the Abyss ability. An ethereal purple glow overtook his human limb, reshaping it into an enormous, writhing tentacle, a spectral aberration that extended from his form, contorting and warping space itself.


    The twisted appendage coiled around the creature''s corpse, engulfing it in its grip and pulling it into the swirling vortex. He could feel his power devouring, consuming the creature, absorbing its essence for his own gain. As the last bits of the creature dissolved, the tentacle shrank and his arm returned to normal.


    [You''ve acquired 150 Experience (EXP) from a slain Golemoid Creature.]


    Zark''thul grunted his approval.


    Again, these were paltry gains for him. Not enough to feed his insatiable desire for power. Merely crumbs, almost meaningless to the kind of force he was to become.


    What he needed was a bigger, stronger enemy, a titan to feed his hungering maw.


    With the mission done, and the rewards gleaned, Zark''thul looked back at his AetherLink and tapped his Status. At first, nothing changed. After a moment, however, a ripple cascaded across the display, and the numbers adjusted:


    <blockquote>


    [Name] Zark''thul


    [Role] CEO


    [Level] 4


    [Experience] 200/7,500


    [Accolades] None


    [Health] 650/650


    [Essence] 140/140


    Attack (ATK): 32.5


    Magic (MAG): 91


    Defense (DEF): 45.5


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 78


    Speed (SPD): 23


    Crit Rate (CRIT): 7.5%


    Dodge Rate (DODGE): 9.5%


    Block Rate (BLOCK): 9.5%


    [Agent Pool Size] 10/20


    [Deployment Slots] 3


    [Abilities] Voracious Maw of the Abyss (Rank 1), Eldritch Fortitude (Rank 1), *new* Thousand Eyes of Dark Beyond (Rank 1)


    </blockquote>


    Another new power... It seemed like every level gained would unlock a new one. Would this pattern continue?


    He glanced down at his AetherLink to investigate, reading its details carefully.


    <blockquote>


    [Thousand Eyes of the Dark Beyond] Your eldritch perception allows you to conjure and control up to twenty ethereal eyes, spawning them anywhere in an area around you, which you can use to view things remotely. Each eye sees normally, up to a range of one kilometer.


    You can create, manipulate, and destroy these eyes at will, and you can see through each one as though it were your own. These eyes, however, can be physically destroyed. As long as you have one eye manifested, you cannot fall prey to total blindness. When you use this ability, any remaining eyes that have been created prior to the next usage of this ability will vanish. Cost: 20 Essence; Duration: 20 minutes; Cooldown: 1 hour


    </blockquote>


    His grin widened.


    Finally, a more appropriate addition to his repertoire! Oh, how he missed the sensation of having eyes everywhere, seeing everything... Well, he would have to make do with twenty, instead.


    He activated the new ability and, immediately, a nostalgic sensation bubbled within him. It was like his gaze had opened to many windows, and he saw fragments of space unfolding within his mind.


    These were his eyes. His instruments of observation. He felt his hold on them, felt the cold touch of their dark presence.


    Slowly, Zark''thul focused his attention on each of the ethereal eyes. With a thought, they materialized around him, blinking in midair, some coming to hover right above his shoulders while others hung in the air by his sides. Through the eyes, he could see the room from different angles, capturing perspectives he''d never been able to perceive in this form. He could shift his focus between them at will, creating a panoramic view of his surroundings.


    The experiment, brief as it was, was a success. What a thrill, to finally be seeing the world through numerous eyes again! Zark''thul blinked, dismissing the newly-conjured ocular. As soon as he did so, the ethereal eyes vanished, though the sensation of their presence lingered in his mind.


    At last, he had regained some semblance of his lost power. Perhaps things were indeed looking up.


    "Finish gathering whatever you want from these remains," Zark''thul addressed his agents, snapping the AetherLink closed and dismissing the screen. "We''re going back."


    While they nodded in agreement, the rest of the squad divided up the labor of salvaging any worthwhile items or resources from the remains of their combat.


    Zark''thul watched silently from the sidelines, eyes narrow and focused. Without command, they worked efficiently, packing away the spoils of their victory with practiced ease. With each passing battle, their coordination had grown, an almost flawless choreography that felt to him as though his will was being manifested in reality without his even needing to impose himself.


    To have Agents act without his guidance was...


    Fine, in all truth, so long as he remained the de facto leader. Their autonomy wasn''t yet anything to be wary of.


    <hr>


    One week later...


    Following another successful run, Zark''thul emerged from the Nexus Room with Elspeth in tow, heading for his office. A message, bold and insistent, pulsed across his AetherLink:


    [Directive 1-6: Eliminate the Floor Guardian, is now available. Do you wish to accept? (Y/N)]


    Just when he was readying to take it, Elspeth gently tugged at the edge of his coat. Her usual impassive expression had shifted to one of quiet persistence. "Excuse the intrusion, but may I ask you to wait a bit before accepting?"


    His steps had come to a halt, right in the middle of the hall. After dismissing the message''s prompt, he turned to regard her, his arms folded in a skeptical pose. "Why? Any particular reason for waiting?"


    That smile again¡ªamiable, yet somehow managing to be both confident and patient all at once.


    She continued, "It''s just... these first directives and subsequent missions have been running back-to-back without a significant respite since the start. It might serve as a valuable idea to offer the Agents some much-needed downtime between such extensive missions. Short breaks are sometimes critical to optimal performance."


    Zark''thul grunted in response, pondering the wisdom of her words. To push harder, ever harder¡ªthat had been his preference. Yet, if there was even a margin of merit to her advice, it was worth considering.


    Not that he necessarily bought into her full suggestion.


    "Downtime, is it?" he muttered. His long fingers tapped out a rhythm on his arm.


    "Downtime would indeed offer them a chance to replenish their strength," she nodded in agreement. "Agents tend to perform better with the right balance of work and rest."


    Then again, perhaps he ought to indulge her advice, since the outcomes so far hadn''t been entirely negative. What could this possibly mean in the grand scheme of things? Was he becoming more open-minded... or was he simply choosing to take calculated risks with his decision-making process?


    "I guess they''ve earned that much, at least," he conceded after a pause. His eyes moved from her face to look somewhere beyond, as though watching some phantom presence. "Besides, I need to allocate some experience cores and gear to their growth."


    That was just practical¡ªand he would stick by that excuse as his reason for doing so.Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    Elspeth''s smile seemed to soften at the edges, then, growing warmer. "Excellent decision," she said with a soft tone. "I shall also see about assigning them further accommodations that match their needs. Properly rewarding outstanding performance is key."


    With that, Elspeth took her leave, returning to the central corridor of the floor. Zark''thul watched her depart, his gaze lingering a fraction longer than was entirely necessary. After a brief pause, he too set off in the direction of his room.


    He had some time to use up, now.


    Upon entering his spacious CEO office, Zark''thul walked to his desk and sat down. A brush of his hand activated the holo-screen embedded within, the surface flickering to life. He opened his tab to check on his Quintessence Shards and available Experience Cores, steeling himself for the costs soon to come.


    As a prompt, the system read out:


    [Quintessence Shards x 770]


    [Experience Core (Basic) x 170]


    This would work. His stockpile had grown over time, bit by bit. The accumulation had been steady, though not always consistent. But now, when he thought about it, he had enough saved up that it wouldn''t completely deplete him if he made some investments. Zark''thul had saved enough resources that would allow for his REDLINEs'' growth to at least some extent.


    With that in mind, he delved into the first order of business: spending the experience cores on his Agents. An even distribution between the REDLINEs and the goblinoids would suffice. Each member could gain two levels from the incoming resource dumps.


    Elspeth had advocated for such an investment not too long ago... so, this was him simply following along with that plan.


    He accessed the Agent Management section of his interface and located the ''Resource Assignment'' function. A series of icons representing his squad members appeared, each marked by their species and name. It was an intuitive system, and he assigned a portion of his gathered Experience Cores in a short time.


    Immediately, a flood of information scrolled over the holo-screen, outlining the exact amount of Basic Experience Cores each squad member would receive, alongside a listing of their present bonuses and alterations. Based on the breakdown, nearly every member of his forces would achieve Level 5, though Warren and Skitters would only advance up to Level 4.


    Was he distributing his resources too evenly? Would it be more efficient if he just focused on advancing one or two Agents until their power plateaued?


    No. None of them possessed any outstanding skills or attributes that would place them above their peers¡ªnot even Filu, despite being a rare-tier Agent. It''d be foolish to overly rely on an individual instead of building up his entire arsenal.


    After he confirmed his choices, the numbers on the screen began to shift, indicating the transfer of power and knowledge among the squads.


    [Level-ups have been applied to Squad One and Two.]


    He paused to review the changes. He wasn''t personally witnessing it, of course, but knew that the transformation they would experience would be similar to what he had already undergone. Their strength would surge, and their proficiency would rise. But, like the nature of his own transformation, those growths would manifest in their own particular ways, unique to their natures and abilities.


    Just what results would emerge from all of this? He wasn''t yet sure.


    With the level-up process concluded, he turned his attention back to the holo-screen.


    As tempting as it was to spend his Quintessence Shards to recruit more Agents, his eldritch instincts, or perhaps simply his own stubbornness, held him back. He wasn''t at a point where he was willing to depend on that many beings just yet. These two squads were adequate enough. A few more Agents wouldn''t drastically change things.


    Besides, his Deployment Slots hadn''t increased since the last time he checked, meaning he couldn''t have fielded any more squads even if he wanted to. It was a bottleneck of sorts, one that could only be overcome with his own progression. Elspeth had made a passing comment about this once or twice before.


    Recruiting would be on hold, for now.


    He leaned back in his seat, deliberating on his next move.


    That next directive loomed large in his mind¡ª''Eliminate the Floor Guardian''. A significant challenge, surely.


    While he had let his squads do the majority of the work up until now, the thrill of personally overcoming a challenge hadn''t left him. There was a certain satisfaction that came with the use of his own abilities in pursuit of strength. This was not something to be forgotten. To truly seize power, he should involve himself as well.


    He tapped on the holo-screen to open the upcoming directive''s details:


    <blockquote>


    [Directive 1-6] Eliminate the Floor Guardian


    [Objective] Defeat the corrupted Swamstrider Behemoth that stalks the fens.


    [Difficulty] ¡ï¡ï¡î¡î¡î


    [Success] Kill the Floor Guardian.


    [Failure] Wipeout of all field agents deployed.


    [Reward] 250 Experience (EXP), 50 Quintessence Shards, 5 Experience Cores (Basic), Access to Tower Floor 2. In addition, a cache of rare quality materials and gear will be provided.


    [Repeatable] No


    </blockquote>


    This was a fairly straightforward directive, which Zark''thul found oddly reassuring. There were no trick mechanics or puzzles to solve. This was simply a trial of strength, of skill. Survival of the fittest, one might say.


    Yet, there was a glint of skepticism in his eyes.


    The Tower, if anything, liked to present challenges in deceptively simple terms. Nothing about it suggested fairness or simplicity. There was bound to be something else, something hidden in the folds of the quest''s apparent straightforwardness. The directive was of a notably higher difficulty than anything they had faced thus far¡ªa potential pitfall? Or was it merely a consequence of the floor guardian''s sheer power and threat?


    Corrupted... now that was another detail that piqued his interest. Just what did that entail? Perhaps the true challenge would come from this supposed corruption rather than the behemoth itself. Was there a nuance to it¡ªa deeper enigma lying beneath its surface appearance?


    Only by confronting it would he find out.


    <hr>


    The portal churned to life with an oily shimmer, rippling across the air like a living wound. Zark¡¯thul stepped through first, and the marshland¡¯s humid stench slapped him hard. It seeped into the crevices of Zark¡¯thul¡¯s skin, eliciting a momentary sneer that faded as quickly as it had arrived. He adjusted his senses, recalibrating to this world¡¯s damp and sullen cadence.


    Squelching mud made a wet-sucking noise at every step.


    His REDLINEs filed out of the portal behind him, one after another. Byron came first, shield raised and eyes scanning the periphery for any immediate threats. Geneve slipped out next, twin daggers gripped tightly. Clare and Lyssa emerged after, the former already adjusting the sights on her rifle and the latter double-checking her medkit. Finally, Warren exited, pistol ready and posture cautious.


    These five had been handpicked for this crucial directive, a choice not of preference but necessity. His second squad, comprised of the goblinoids, had been tasked to continue clearing the previous directives for him to farm more Quintessence Shards, Experience Cores, and other resources. Once this next task was done, his focus would then be on conquering Floor 2. As such, he needed them to handle as many tasks on the previous floor as they could.


    Unlike the REDLINEs, the goblinoids'' morale didn''t wane from repeating the same task. So far, they have shown neither irritation nor discontent¡ªalways eager to dive back into the fray. Given their simplicity, that fact wasn¡¯t too surprising to Zark''thul.


    But the current surroundings called for his attention again.


    On the far horizon, beyond the thick expanse of gnarled trees and shrouded undergrowth, a swollen crimson sun hung low. It cast a marmalade light on the swamp, dyeing the still waters a sickly orange.


    "Should we start scouting, sir?" Clare asked, the edge in her voice underscored by the hissing of insects around them.


    "No," Zark''thul replied. "My scrying eyes should suffice."


    With a mental push, the ability coalesced from the essence of his power. Ethereal eyes materialized around him¡ªfirst one, then five, then ten, until twenty of them circled his body in a silent orbit. Each unblinking sphere hovered at different heights, their gazes fixed in every direction, extending his vision across the fetid expanse.


    "Now, hunt."


    Zark''thul extended his will, and the eyes shot off into the distance, dispersing like a swarm of spectral fireflies. They buzzed through the marshland, skimming over scummy water and diving through tangled roots.


    They flew outward, and in the theater of Zark''thul¡¯s mind, each was a small window that flared to life, a vibrant snapshot of the world they navigated. He closed his eyes, allowing the influx of external stimuli to flood his thoughts.


    To experience sight from so many perspectives at once was both exhilarating and familiar. It was a taste of what he had lost. An echo of his former eldritch self, his unfathomable dominion over vast expanses. No mortal could sustain this kind of perception without losing their sense of self; no mortal would even attempt to.


    But for the moment, these slivers of his old power sufficed.


    Each eye swept across the marshlands, relentless and probing. Some skimmed the surface of still pools, peering down into their murky depths. Others darted through the hanging curtains of moss, weaving between knotted trunks and slithering roots.


    Near, far¡ªthere was no distinction. Distance had no hold on him; wherever one of these eyes roamed, it was as though he was there, a silent observer of a world beyond his body. Each gaze was another channel, another window into places unseen.


    One eye veered too low, brushing too close to a black, still pool. It was swallowed instantly, dissolved by the acidic water below. Zark¡¯thul barely registered the loss¡ªhe could sense the other nineteen remaining, their steady movements undeterred.


    Still no behemoth.


    They searched and searched, until finally, two eyes caught sight of movement far to the north. It was subtle¡ªripples that broke the stillness of a deep pool, too large to be any ordinary marsh creature.


    Zark¡¯thul commanded the rest of the eyes to converge toward that direction, narrowing his perception until he could scrutinize the disturbance more clearly.


    The creature broke the surface. A massive, bulbous head breached the muck, covered in dark, warty skin that glistened in the muddied light. Amber, golden eyes split the gloom, two sharp gleams in the murk.


    As the behemoth rose above the bog, its grotesque form emerged fully. Bulbous folds of meaty flesh, like overstuffed sacs, bulged around its gaping mouth and squatted body. A pair of muscular legs tensed beneath, propelling the beast forward.


    A giant frog? That was the floor guardian?


    It gave Zark''thul pause. From afar, it wouldn¡¯t look imposing, given its shape and overall unthreatening appearance. Yet, there was a stark, nagging warning deep within his essence.


    He willed the ethereal eyes to circle wider, shifting their perspectives to examine every grimy detail of the emerging creature. As the swamp strider heaved itself further out of the bog, Zark''thul spotted what that instinctual warning must have been for.


    A dark sheen clung to its bulbous hide¡ªsomething more than swamp grime, something that pulsed with an unsettling, oily luster. It was like a second skin, layered with shadows that crawled beneath the flesh as though alive. The behemoth''s amber eyes, now seen clearly, were laced with sickly purple veins that throbbed erratically, their glow fractured by an inner void.


    Zark¡¯thul recognized that corruption instantly¡ªQliphothic taint.


    Nostalgia unfurled within him.


    It was like catching a glimpse of an old friend. To him, the Qliphothic corruption held a grotesque charm, an intimate understanding, and a palpable essence that mirrored his own in many ways. Yet a faint echo of disdain permeated in his mind.


    Qliphothic energy¡ªbase, chaotic, and crude. To the Qliphoth, the universe wasn¡¯t a tapestry to be subsumed and reformed, but a carcass to be torn apart, gnawed upon until nothing but void remained. It sought not to grow, but to destroy; not to bend reality, but to unravel it.


    It was, in short, a vulgar, simple-minded force.


    Not that his Eldritch nature was any less corruptive or absolute in its destructiveness... but at least, for Zark''thul, it was not entirely senseless chaos that guided his movements. But rather, his nature had purpose behind them. To change, to shape, to grow, to evolve¡ªhe operated by a set of principles he understood.


    He had seen Qliphothic corruption many times before¡ªhad battled it in dimensions long forgotten, where its spreading chaos was a blight upon all that was. It was a force fundamentally opposed to his own nature. Eldritch power consumed, integrated, made lesser things part of a greater whole.


    The Qliphoth, on the other hand? Madness incarnate, dedicated only to a null reality.


    Disdain morphed into contempt.


    He let out a slow breath, a purely human action that still felt strange to him. And yet, that physical sensation of controlled release mirrored what he needed to do right now¡ªto anchor his emotions back to a cold, detached focus.


    For now, he needed to bury the old enmities he had towards the Qliphoth, to remember that this was just a challenge.


    He watched as the behemoth¡¯s grotesque head turned, its milky, yellow eyes now tinged with erratic black swirls that swam like ink in water. This corruption was raw and recent, still mutating the creature from within.


    One of the eyes, off to the side, drifted closer to the swamp strider and flickered as the being''s gaze washed over it. But, somehow, Zark''thul wasn''t discovered. Whatever potency this thing once had had been muddled. It looked utterly confused. Its large head drifted back to the fore, peering deep into the waters beneath it, seemingly unaware of the intrusive magical specter in its domain.


    With each labored breath, the behemoth seemed to exhale a miasma of dark fumes¡ªpure entropy escaping into the air. The swamp strider then settled down, as if waiting.


    "Fitting. Even this realm is tainted by the Qliphoth''s touch. Even here..."


    He dismissed the remaining ethereal eyes, their spectral forms dissolving like mist, leaving only the imprint of their visions in his mind. His human body resumed its dominant sensory role, once again grounded in the limited field of vision and damp reality of the marshland.


    Turning to the rest of the REDLINEs, Zark''thul voiced his order. "It''s located to the northeast, about five to six kilometers from our position."


    "You''ve found it, sir?" Lyssa asked, looking up at him through her thick bangs. "What exactly are we dealing with?"


    "An oversized frog, to put it in more pedestrian terms. Do not be deceived by its shape," he warned, his gaze hardening. "Its nature is Qliphothic, seething with their taint."


    A distant rumble, barely audible, resonated from the creature''s direction.


    A threat display? It was likely still unaware of their presence, for now. And for all he knew, it would simply stay there unless they dared to confront it.

 Chapter 11: First Floor Guardian

    "Qliphothic?" Geneve''s brow furrowed as she repeated the word.


    Zark''thul nearly clicked his tongue in irritation at the interruption, but Elspeth had, at some point, instilled within him some practice with ''patience'' and ''social norms'' as far as human behavior went. Better to just explain it in simple terms.


    He put both hands behind his back and attempted to lay it out for these limited minds.


    "Just as my own being is part of the Eldritch hierarchy, this one carries a Qliphothic alignment. My kind and their kind¡ªwe are mutually antagonistic forces."


    "What does that mean, sir?" The question came from Byron, who squinted at the muddy waters lapping near their feet.


    Byron had grown much more confident in talking to him, and though Zark''thul didn''t appreciate the inquiry, he again responded. "They''re creatures of chaos, dissolution, and oblivion. Eldritch beings like myself feed upon the lower realms of existence, absorbing and transforming them. But Qliphoths... they rend, despoil, and corrupt everything in their wake. We are the ultimate end-state; they are the cessation of order."


    Clare and Lyssa traded glances, both of their faces betraying confusion.


    "Think of it like this. The Eldritch way is to conquer, consume, and remake into a higher form¡ªmy higher form. Whereas the Qliphoth seek to scatter, destroy, and let all dissolve back to nothing."


    "Could you break it down a bit more, sir?" Byron looked at him sheepishly, "Just having a hard time grasping the¡ª"


    Zark''thul facepalmed. "Enough! All you need to understand is that we have an enemy to eliminate. Its nature isn''t your concern."


    His impatience bubbled to the surface in his voice, sharp and curt. Patience was difficult; an irksome state of being. He flexed his hands at his sides, as if trying to push away the annoying urge to strangle his inept audience.


    Deep breaths...


    Mustering himself to face them again, he shifted the topic. "Let''s just focus on defeating the Floor Guardian. Consider yourselves forewarned. Any injury you sustain from it will likely be immediately afflicted by this corruption."


    Not waiting for their acknowledgement, Zark''thul turned and moved to step back through the portal.


    "Where are you going, sir?" Clare asked. Her tone was nervous.


    "Precautionary measures are required. I''ll need to find a way to augment Lyssa''s kit. Nothing else will serve to protect your weak bodies against Qliphothic touch. Fortunately, this directive has no time limit. Let''s head back for now."


    <hr>


    Elspeth led Zark''thul to the Lab and Development Sector after his quick return, coming straight from the portal to this place. His mind had been turning on how exactly he would want to approach the task.


    An augmentation to his Support¡¯s healing tools¡ªmedicines, consumables, and perhaps her tech¡ªwould have to suffice.


    The ceiling within the chamber was high, lofty, and echoing with the thrum of machinery that sat undisturbed on the tabletops. Most of the contraptions were inscrutable to him, and he couldn''t parse their meaning or application at the moment, especially with Elspeth now pointing to a series of machines tucked in the corner of the room.


    Each sported an odd apparatus consisting of multiple cylinders and dials, all connected to a central reservoir. They had a medical purpose of some sort. Surely there would be something that suited his needs.


    "These devices are Medical Assemblers," she said, gesturing towards a machine, which bore the designation MAB-X100. "Designed to mass-produce various health-related items with the right reagents, as well as certain schematics and materials."


    Elspeth nudged one of the devices with her foot. It hummed to life, a dull, throbbing pulse emitting from it as it powered up. "All you need to do is put the right things in. The process itself is not easy, but... let me demonstrate."


    Zark''thul watched as Elspeth bent down to retrieve a small vial containing a viscous blue substance, a few plants, and some refined liquid¡ªthe distilled essence from some of the local wildlife. She slid these materials into the device''s intake tray.


    Next, her hand flew to a tablet connected to the Assembler. Her slender fingers tapped a few glyphs upon the screen, and she offered Zark''thul a knowing glance before giving one final, decisive tap on the screen. "Last step."


    The machine roared to life, the insistent rattle of its mechanics echoing off the laboratory''s stone walls. Inside, Zark''thul saw the vials being fed into a centrifuge, the tablets reduced to a fine powder, and the liquids boiling, frothing, and distilling.


    All this took place within a series of transparent cylinders, where he could watch the elaborate process of the assembler at work.


    "This particular batch is a straightforward healing concoction," Elspeth remarked as she leaned against a table, observing the ongoing spectacle within the cylinders. "Fairly rudimentary, I assure you. Such processes, however, can also be used for a more specialized and intricate ends."


    Within minutes, the glowing, iridescent concoction spiraled out from the central hub and into a collection port below, filling up the receptacle and casting a stark green light into the laboratory. The procedure concluded with a satisfying chime, its mechanical song dissipating into the air. She retrieved the substance and placed it on the table next to her.


    Then, she walked towards another machine, one marked MAB-X101. This machine was far more complex in appearance than its sibling, with rows of glass tubes and chambers housing other, even more sophisticated mechanisms within.


    Elspeth pointed to a panel near its side, a jumble of complex symbols and displays. "This model allows for far more controlled concoctions. You can set the parameters based on your intent, and even instill specific elements or substances."


    Zark''thul removed his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. It felt wrong to do something so... mundane. But he wanted to handle this process himself. It would be better if he was in control. "How do you define these parameters?"


    "The device comes with a list of pre-determined choices. Select from those, or manually input your own requirements if they differ," she replied, showing him the interface. "But, the amount of reagents required scales exponentially, especially with the later settings."


    As she spoke, he scrolled through a series of options¡ªvariations on themes of healing, remedies for poisoning, and others¡ªall available for selection with the push of a button.


    What Zark''thul was looking for wasn''t an option on the menu. Naturally.


    His finger tapped a different button, selecting the Custom option and inputting the instructions instead of using the defaults. His eldritch knowledge encompassed an extensive understanding of biological systems and how best to compromise them. Yet, while he was quite adept at causing harm, he had limited experience when it came to nurturing or reversing that damage.


    It was a self-defeating notion, contrary to his purpose.


    But with a bit of manipulation and repurposing of his destructive knowledge, he should be able to devise some preventative measures against Qliphothic infection. At least, temporarily. For now, he only needed a place to start.


    He checked the list of materials they had accumulated from previous outings: several distinct kinds of plants, common funguses, wildflowers, and a range of minerals native to the bog biome. The special materials were the Aetherroots from the Darksheen Fens, Siltstone Cores gathered from the Gloomsink Hollows, Mirecrystal Eggs from the Virex Pits, and Skarn Fireslate fragments.


    Perhaps he could combine these to create a material that would act as a primer or inoculant. Some substance to fortify his agents from Qliphothic influence...


    With a more definite approach in mind, Zark''thul delved back into the device''s settings, altering and modifying them to suit his particular needs.


    Individually, none of these materials could provide significant resistance against Qliphothic corruption. But maybe if he imbued the materials with his essence¡ªa countermeasure against the infectious corruption¡ªhe might be onto something.


    Decision made, he dumped most of the stored materials into the input tray and commanded the system to activate, urging the machine to distill and render their alchemical components.


    The apparatus ground to life, its internal mechanisms buzzing and hissing as it processed the reagents. A hum filled the room as the liquids bubbled and the machine began to spin.


    The process was methodical but far too slow. He hurried back to the previous machine, selecting a simple healing remedy and letting it run while the X101 worked.


    Soon, the two machines'' products were ready. The green vial of the X100 was a basic concoction, looking mundane compared to the murky substance that filled a crystalline beaker as the output of the X101''s exhaustive processes.


    This latter result¡ªa deep, pearlescent red, almost violet at the edges¡ªswirled within its container. It was far more appealing to his eyes than its simpler counterpart.


    Zark''thul held up the concoction to the light, scrutinizing the substance. Was the hue darker than intended? Perhaps a bit. Or perhaps not dark enough...


    Regardless, it appeared complete. Now to infuse it. With a quiet command, Zark''thul willed his eldritch energies to suffuse the beaker. Pale, mauve tendrils of his essence leaked out from his fingertips and connected with the liquid. Gradually, the purple shade overcame the other pigments, causing the whole thing to darken and then settle into a shimmering, volatile color.


    Whatever this liquid had become, he suspected it would be enough for his purposes¡ªan improvised shield against Qliphothic corrosion. That was all he needed. Just a stop-gap measure, really.


    Elspeth leaned in to look, her curious eyes narrowing. "Is that..."


    "It''s done," he said simply. "How many vials can we produce?"


    "Quite a few, if you have the materials," she said. "With this X101, a large batch can be made. How much do you need?"


    "Every vial that will be filled. I want every squad member equipped with at least three each. Anything extra can go to the goblinoids."


    With a nod, Elspeth set the machine into motion. This would take some time to finish.


    <hr>


    Zark''thul returned to the bog with his squad of REDLINEs. They were re-outfitted in proper gear, well-rested, and ready. Each of them had equipped the protective inoculant he had made, stored in belt-slot injectors. Lyssa had her medkit, augmented with his unique vials to amplify her healing capabilities.


    She held it at her hip, and by the subtle glances of the others, they were wary of the medkit and the eldritch elements Zark''thul had imbued. Not without good reason: The bag had an aura.


    Their trek was long, but he led the way. Having sent his eyes out before to scout, he was guided by them through the expanse of twisted vines and mossy overgrowth. They trekked in silence, save for the occasional squelch of their boots on the muddy ground and the whining buzz of insects surrounding them.


    Within an hour, they reached the location. His Thousand Eyes of the Dark Beyond were hovering in wait, tracing lazy loops in the air around the swamp strider behemoth. The creature stood partially submerged in the fetid waters, its repugnant form crowned with bloated sacs that pulsed softly in the thick, humid air.This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    Dark streaks of corruption oozed from its skin, dripping into the murky water and turning it an oily shade of black.


    A thick, cloying miasma permeated the air, and when Zark''thul stepped closer, his presence seemed to stir the creature. Its massive head turned slowly in the marsh, one bulbous eye fixing its gaze on him, revealing a vast pool of sentience behind that grotesque fa?ade. Intelligence too...


    He signaled the others to take positions.


    Clare moved through the underbrush, quick and silent, her rifle at the ready. Geneve flanked the creature''s other side, disappearing from view within a blink. Lyssa positioned herself beside a tree, taking cover. Byron planted his feet firmly in the soft terrain, shield raised high. Warren edged along the side, a device in his hand clicking as he prepared his traps.


    This was the extent of the preparations they had come up with beforehand. After this? They would make it up as they went along.


    Zark''thul pointed the AetherLink''s camera to focus on the creature ahead.


    <blockquote>


    [Data Analysis] Swamp Strider Behemoth (Corrupted)


    [Level] 4


    [Type] Aberration (Elite)


    [Role] Tank


    [Health (HP)] 672


    [Defense (DEF)] 58.5


    [Magic Resistance (MRES)] 78


    [Attack (ATK)] 97.5


    [Speed (SPD)] 28


    [Crit Rate (CRIT)] 9.2%


    [Dodge Rate (BLOCK)] 10.35%


    </blockquote>


    A Tank? Damn... He should have brought the Berserker twins. They would have been better suited to chip this creature down.


    No. Too risky.


    Their battle frenzy could easily put them at the mercy of corruption. For now, this group would have to suffice. They would have to make it work somehow. If anything, that''s what he was for¡ªto supervise, guide, and adapt their plans if necessary.


    Still... The creature''s attack and defense were higher than what the squad was used to at this point in their growth. The only ones who had a chance of inflicting meaningful damage were Geneve and Clare.


    Byron wouldn''t last six direct hits against this creature''s damage output. To mismanage the squad, even if just by a little, would lead to death for these fragile mortals.


    Why am I working so hard to keep them alive, anyway? Is this not simply a trial of power?


    If they were to die, he could always find more like them.


    That was all these Agents really were¡ªmeans to an end. This was merely a puzzle to overcome, not a play of empathy. Yet, each death was a resource wasted and an opportunity for future power squandered.


    Perhaps this was why Elspeth warned him to be cautious.


    Yes. That was it.


    They were assets. Valuable ones. He wouldn''t dare mishandle his tools of victory.


    Calculations flashed through his mind, numbers and figures aligning in an intricate dance of strategy. How kind of this system to give him so much data to work with.


    A manic grin split Zark''thul''s face, nearly disfiguring his human facade and showing off rows of teeth far too sharp for the human mouth he currently had. It was just enough to alarm his REDLINEs, prompting him to scale his exuberance back by a degree.


    Not that he cared for their opinion. The Tower wouldn''t be giving him the benefit of all these statistics if it didn''t mean that he should make full use of them.


    And exploit them, he would.


    He had already resolved to act as a secondary Tank in this scenario. He was durable enough to weather most of the creature''s blows, and he could mitigate the damage better than Byron. Between the two of them, they had a high chance of locking the creature down.


    The plan solidified in his mind. They would divide the creature''s attention and systematically tear it apart. Even if his strategy deviated from the Tower''s expected norms, it hardly mattered.


    His resources were limited, and risks had to be curtailed.


    The time had come to press forward.


    <hr>


    A gunshot rang out first, piercing the muggy swamp air as Clare unloaded her weapon into the creature. Red sparks flashed at each point of impact along its flesh. It spun in her direction, clumsily trying to pinpoint its new assailant. The assault barely fazed the creature, causing only superficial wounds that oozed black ichor.


    Zark''thul charged ahead, armed with a spear and shield he''d taken from the armory before venturing out. Though hardly the master of such arts, he could still fare better than his agents against the hulking behemoth. Closing the distance, he set his feet and braced himself behind his shield.


    "Over here, foul beast," he commanded, lifting his spear aloft. "I am your reckoning."


    It bore down on Zark''thul, letting out a deep, guttural bellow as its fetid breath swirled around him, rank and pungent. Viscous mud churned beneath the monster''s feet, squelching loudly with each step. The marshy reeds and cattails were crushed to a pulp in its wake. It swung a massive, muscular leg at him, and the blow thundered into his shield, rocking him back several steps.


    But it wasn''t enough. Zark''thul dug in. His footing held firm as he was pressed into the soft earth of the swamp. Another two successive blows on his shield elicited deep, bone-rattling vibrations, and pushed him back again, but it was a controlled yield, all to buy the squad precious time.


    Nearby, Geneve melted from the shadows to deliver a flurry of quick strikes. Her twin daggers glinted in the sun as she danced between the creature''s flanks, leaving a trail of flashing cuts in her wake. The assault barely slowed the beast down. Clare unloaded her weapon into the thing, peppering it with precise shots.


    The bullets slammed into its hide, eliciting red flashes at every point of impact, yet causing little more than superficial wounds. Its flesh puckered and bled a noxious ichor that steamed in the humid air.


    "Hold your attacks! Wait for my signal!" Zark''thul ordered, pushing the thing''s meaty hand aside with his shield. If they continued to press the assault now, it would only turn its attention on them and scatter their efforts.


    Better to consolidate its attention on himself again. Only then could the battle be fully controlled.


    Geneve disappeared, receding into the environment while the behemoth stumbled away, wildly swiping at the air in search of its vanished foe. Zark''thul stepped in, skewering his spear into the beast''s side to regain its focus. He didn''t care to dig deep¡ªthe blow was merely an offering, a prize to win its attention.


    The pain was enough. It barreled toward him, a shrill bellow of rage slicing through the swampy murk. He backpedaled, keeping the monstrosity fixated on his position. Three successive blows rattled his shield, two direct, one glancing strike. His vision flickered with red, and blood trickled from his nose.


    This impact was deeper, more aggressive, than the last.


    "Switch!" he yelled, lowering his weapon and dodging back.


    Byron roared into action, colliding with the monster''s belly from the side. His powerful shield slam reverberated through the bog, nearly upturning the monster, and was followed by a relentless barrage of slashes and stabs from his steel sword.


    Taking the hits head-on, the behemoth let out a hissing gurgle. For all Byron''s formidable strength, it was still like fighting a living fortress.


    The moment''s advantage was used to its fullest by the others¡ªGeneve and Clare attacking, drawing the creature''s attention until the switch could be made once more, allowing Byron to step back and give his place to Zark''thul.


    As he pulled back, Warren unleashed his array of traps. A thunderous cacophony of explosions echoed, followed by a bristling wall of electricity. The swamp strider, seized by the stun effect, convulsed violently.


    Zark''thul glanced over at Byron''s wounds. Already, the Qliphothic corruption had taken hold within his body, dark veins snaking out from under his armor. Discolorations bloomed along his skin. Thankfully, the effects seemed mild so far. The inoculant was somewhat effective¡ªfor now.


    He signaled to Lyssa.


    As if on cue, she hurried toward Byron with her medkit. With practiced hands, she administered the eldritch-infused serum that Zark''thul had crafted. Her attentions caused the darker shades of his skin to recede, reversing the tide of the encroaching blight that had crept up his arms.


    Zark''thul would have to assess the efficacy of his preparation when time permitted. Despite his role in safeguarding the team''s welfare, he refused to coddle them.


    They fought the creature to a standstill, forcing a slow but grinding pace. Little damage could be done in a single cycle. Each time the monster landed a powerful blow on Zark''thul or Byron, they would yield position to the other and pull back to administer a restorative injection.


    Rounds and rounds, rotations and rotations.


    It was a calculated balance between pressure, survivability, and sustain¡ªall executed with strict discipline. No panic. The only variance allowed was when Geneve or Clare were in a good spot to add pressure without inviting too much risk.


    Slowly, but surely, they whittled the behemoth down until at last, their methodical, systematic approach paid off. The monster crumpled, its eyes glazing over and its head dropping into the muck with an echoing splash. It bellowed a final, hollow cry, a gurgling death rattle that lingered in the air as it sagged into the bog, dead at last.


    "Finally!" Geneve sighed, sheathing her daggers. Her bruised cheeks were flushed, and the sluggish gait she carried herself with betrayed the strain of the long ordeal.


    The other REDLINEs also visibly drooped, their breathing heavy and expressions haggard. Wounds, scrapes, and the creeping corruption had left its mark upon each of them¡ªsave for Clare and Lyssa. The former had managed to stay out of harm''s reach during the battle while the latter looked comparatively fresh by the virtue of her more indirect involvement.


    Zark''thul looked down at his battered form. Cuts and bruises marred his body, and his nose was clearly broken, as was his right arm. Shattered, really... It dangled at a twisted angle, fractured in two places. But that didn''t matter; it would heal in time. Only the knowledge mattered now. That was the most important thing.


    No need for that inoculant. As expected, despite his wounds, the Qliphothic corruption didn¡¯t affect his essence in the slightest. The most it would have done was made the healing process a bit more laborious. His eldritch nature wouldn''t let him succumb so easily to the corrosion of such a crude Qliphothic creature.


    A chime from his AetherLink went off in his pocket.


    [Directive 1-6: Eliminate the Floor Guardian complete!] Reward: 250 EXP, 50 Quintessence Shards, 5 Experience Core (Basic), a cache of rare quality materials.


    Another chime.


    [Floor 2 is now unlocked. Proceed when ready.]


    He placed his shield on the ground. It was fractured and bent, destroyed from the abuse he put it through. Similarly, the spear had been broken at some point near the start of the battle, when he was struck a particularly powerful blow and had to discard the weapon. It had proven too fragile, really.


    As he approached the creature''s corpse, he evoked his Voracious Maw of the Abyss. A black, gnashing vortex materialized over his hand. With a curling motion of his fingers, Zark''thul greedily consumed the fallen monster, his essence flaring as it devoured the entity with a hungry fervor. More knowledge filled his mind.


    [You''ve acquired 200 Experience (EXP) from consuming a Swamp Strider Behemoth (Qliphothic)!]


    [100 Health has been restored.]


    Zark''thul snapped his nose back into place without so much as a wince, earning a round of disturbed expressions from the rest of his retinue. Their attention was more on the maw than his body''s current state.


    Ignoring them, he turned around to face his battered Agents.


    "Good work," he said, gesturing for them to follow. "Back to the Tower."


    <hr>


    Two days later¡­


    [Floor 2]


    The elevator door hissed open, revealing a spacious room on the second floor. But unlike the starkly minimal aesthetic of their base on the first floor, this new area had a bit more... substance to it.


    Everything gleamed in a sleek, polished veneer. The walls had shifted from a raw, bare material to a hard, marbled surface with an ivory glaze. Curiously, the tile designs had been replaced by glossy, rich hardwood panels that gave the chambers a sense of sophistication and warmth.


    Rows of cubicles filled the room. A closed-off lounge area and several windowed rooms with wide desks had been arranged in the space as well, emanating an office-like ambiance.


    Huh.


    Despite its updated d¨¦cor, the floor retained a barren emptiness¡ªthe chairs, desks, and dividers had a forgotten, untouched air about them, devoid of the clutter and personal touches that would have breathed life into the place. Though furnished and designed, it felt hollow¡ªa shell longing to be inhabited.


    Upon stepping out of the elevator, Zark''thul and Elspeth walked a circuit of the room to survey the layout.


    He frowned. What purpose was this supposed to serve? Despite his extensive knowledge and intuition, he found it hard to decipher the Tower''s reasoning behind such a drastic change in design. Everything so far had served a functional purpose¡ªto some degree or another. What could this office-like setting possibly mean for their strategic growth?


    "Explain."


    Elspeth, at his side, cocked her head to the left. "The floors represent different phases of your overall operations. This one is to prepare for the eventual ''expansion'' of your duties as CEO, providing you and your agents with the proper facilities to engage in that work. As such, we will gain access to new modules¡ª"


    "Expansion? Do you mean, I have to do more than complete directives and grow in power?"


    She stared back, unblinking. "Yes. The role of a CEO is multifaceted. You wouldn''t be in the Tower if it were solely a matter of fighting and growing stronger. On the contrary, each floor expands the scope of what you may pursue here. Our scale of operations will only continue to grow until we are engaging in... well, whole businesses, for lack of a better word. Those ventures will not run themselves. This is the purpose of this floor¡ªto prepare you for that."


    "Why were none of these details communicated beforehand?"


    "We were in the Tutorial Stage. Detailing all future complexities would overwhelm even someone of your intellectual caliber. It is better to focus on the fundamentals and acclimate to the Tower''s offerings slowly, step by step, rather than attempt to absorb everything at once."


    Tutorial...?


    "Ah." Zark''thul rubbed his brow, suddenly feeling quite weary.


    Brushing off that slight to his intelligence, Zark''thul took in their surroundings once again. He had been wondering when the business part of the Tower''s theme would kick in. This was probably the first step in that direction.

 Chapter 12: Athebury

    Zark''thul let his gaze wander the office space. For now, it was just him and Elspeth. Their steps echoed against the hard, glossy hardwood, a rhythmic click that seemed to measure out their journey. He paced, thinking, as she followed in silence, ever dutiful.


    The doorways and passages on this floor felt... narrower, somehow, in comparison to the lower floor, but no less spacious. Perhaps it was the cubicles, desks, and cabinets filling the room''s empty spaces that made them feel this way.


    He ran his hand over one of the glass walls and looked past the sleek, black tabletop to an array of fancy screens and speakers within an office room. Chairs and partitions with wooden accents and leather-like upholstery punctuated the chamber, along with tables and even what looked like a little, dimly lit bar that housed wine bottles and decanters.


    Everything had been presented in a dusky, vintage yet stylish way. More an aesthetic, than a practical utility.


    "What can I expect from this floor''s directives?"


    Elspeth tucked her clipboard at her side. "The directives from now on will combine different tasks¡ªdirect combat, resource acquisition, territorial defense, expeditions, business, and everything in between. Your purpose is to generate profits, the currency of the Tower. You''ll have access to ''Ventures'' which will give you profit margins as rewards. Therefore, it is up to you to ''invest'' the money given to generate even more. The numbers have to go up, after all."


    "Ventures? Invest?"


    "Given that you''ve achieved basic proficiency on floor one, now that we''re on the second floor, the Tower has granted us the capacity to face challenges of higher complexity, each with unique parameters and conditions. You are the CEO, and it is your role to solve the problem in a way that will generate profits."


    "You didn''t answer my question..."


    She folded her hands in front of her, clipboard still pressed under her arm. "Ventures are much like directives, but with more sophisticated objectives. These could be managing a department, leading an exploration of an uncharted location, establishing a new line of business, and so forth. They will predominantly be carried out in and around the Tower rather than in other realms."


    Zark''thul raised a brow. "Around the Tower? You mean the city outside?"


    He peered through the office room''s windows, peering down on the city sprawled outside the Tower. Elspeth walked over, standing just beside him, her reflection hovering in the glass.


    "You''ve been so preoccupied within the Tower that you neglected the world beyond it," she noted, nodding towards the panorama.


    "Only because none of the directives seemed relevant to the city before this point."


    "That is true, and why I didn''t draw your attention to it. However, as CEO, your involvement will extend beyond the confines of the Tower. Ventures may see you interacting directly with the city and its inhabitants, setting up ventures, securing alliances, or taking actions that could have a broader impact."


    A soft frown formed on his face as he peered at the sprawling metropolis outside the windows. It had been a somewhat alien thought since his awakening in the Tower¡ªyes, the city had been there, yet it hadn''t loomed large in his immediate concerns. After all, every quest had sent him to a realm that hadn''t held much to do with the urban landscape outside, thus far.


    He pondered the concept for a moment, then pushed his doubts aside.


    Surely it couldn''t be that bad...


    "And these are the predominant tasks going forward?" he asked, pulling himself from the view.


    "Along with others. Moving forward, you are now formally empowered to enlist new Agents, hire external personnel, enter business contracts with other entities in the city, and recruit or incorporate departments to provide specialized functions and support."


    "So, that means... More people running around this place?" His expression clouded for a moment, discomforting him.


    That might become annoying...


    "Yes. You''ll require more personnel and expertise to address the rising complexity of future tasks. Your Agent teams, as we''ve just seen, cannot shoulder the load forever. Though they''ll still be a central part of your overall operations, additional personnel are crucial."


    They wandered through the floor some more. Her heels clacked against the tiles, breaking the silence as she spoke again. "Moreover, these newer tasks will not be disclosed until the prerequisites are met. Each assignment demands a certain level of acumen to even comprehend, so disclosing them before you can take advantage of them would only unnecessarily complicate matters. Rest assured, the Tower will grant them when it''s appropriate to do so."


    "So I''m to run an empire of sorts here, basically..."


    As his words trailed off, Elspeth led him further through the labyrinth of hallways. Each opened up into smaller offices or communal workspaces, all outfitted with chairs, desks, and tables arranged in clean lines. Plush carpets, lined in an immaculate geometry, cushioned their steps, muting the sounds of their passage.


    "Not to worry," she continued, breaking his thoughts. "The necessary information will always be available as the scope of the Tower''s challenges increases. This includes everything from venture opportunities to tips and hints from the AetherLink. You''ll also be notified whenever an expansion option has been unlocked."


    Zark''thul ran a hand through his dark hair, flicking a stray lock from his brow, and frowned. "I''ll deal with those Ventures or whatever as they come, then. For now, I''ll stick with completing more Directives on this floor."


    She nodded, acknowledging his statement. Her emerald eyes stayed focused on her clipboard, jotting down notes. "Understandable. Most in your position usually avoid the ''business'' side of the Tower to avoid the complexities, but they eventually are forced to engage with them for the greater rewards and powers that can be gained."


    "I don''t feel like getting dragged into human politics, but it seems I''ll need to eventually," he said. With a wry smile, he turned to look back at her. "Hopefully, if it does start to overburden me, I can always just put you in charge of all that and call it a day."


    "Me?"


    "Yes, you. I rather doubt there''s a more competent person suited to that task, aside from myself."


    Her red lips pursed at that, but a trace of a blush soon warmed her cheeks. She shook her head, her ponytail swaying behind her, and added briskly, "Perhaps one day. If and when such an opportunity arises."


    Could androids blush? Despite the exposed metal segments beneath her ''skin'', Elspeth''s complexion remained otherwise perfectly human. Zark''thul often had to remind himself that she was, in fact, a machine of sorts.


    Or an artificial lifeform, at the very least. Even her reaction to compliments seemed all too... natural.


    But his introspection was interrupted as she set out a brisk pace through the sprawling second floor. They proceeded with a brisk tour, exploring the newer sections of the floor which now branched away from the central, cubicle section they''d started in. Soon, her commentary became an underlying melody, a guiding voice, to his silent thoughts.


    <hr>


    Zark''thul returned to his office. The storm of information that had inundated him over the last hours had begun to subside, and his mind, although still occupied, was calmer. A steaming cup of coffee had been waiting upon his return, accompanied by a little note from Elspeth. "To help organize your thoughts," it read, in her elegant penmanship.


    He leaned back into his chair, his feet on his desk, sipping the dark beverage. Although his body did not need sustenance, the aroma and taste of the hot liquid were surprisingly pleasant. His senses didn''t demand it, but his mind had to admit it enjoyed the bitter, acidic bite that crossed his palate.


    Scattered across his polished desktop were new sheaves of documents and files on the new Directives. It seemed not all information required the use of the AetherLink for access, this time¡ªat least not directly. Zark''thul ran his fingers over the printout of one directive, its title bold and beckoning: Directive 2-1.


    Upon touching the crisp paper, the corresponding entry on the AetherLink glowed softly before revealing a comprehensive overview that projected itself onto one of the large screens in his office.


    <blockquote>


    [Directive 2-1] Investigate Strange Rumors


    [Objective] Investigate rumors of disappearances, shadowy figures, and rising discontent within the town of Athebury. Find out what lies at the heart of these disturbances and resolve the problem.


    [Difficulty] ¡ï¡ï¡î¡î¡î


    [Time Limit] 4 Days


    [Rewards] 200 EXP, 20 Quintessence Shards, 5-10 Experience Cores (Basic), 3-6 Skill Books (Basic), 3-7 rare materials, 4-8 common materials


    [Repeatable] No


    </blockquote>


    A sigh escaped him as he scanned the details. While the hint of intrigue and the allure of exploration tugged at his curiosity, he would have preferred something more... immediate.


    A list of challenges, a sequence of foes to defeat¡ªthat was straightforward, clear-cut. Yet now, the Tower was asking him to engage in investigative work? To sift through the intricacies of human behavior and motivations, all the while being bound to the rules of the human form?


    Perhaps this was a precursor to those "Operations" Elspeth had mentioned. The more he pondered, the more it seemed his assumption might indeed prove true.


    He tapped on the ''Skill Books'' entry. Once again, the AetherLink illuminated and pulled up an array of information onto his office''s screens.


    [Skill Books] Materials that unlock, or upgrade, the skills and abilities of Agents. Ranges from Basic, Uncommon, Rare, Epic, Legendary. The quality of the Skill Book affects the likelihood of getting a higher-level skill upon consumption.


    His eyebrow arched as he read on. These Skill Books had not been among the rewards offered before, at least to his recollection. But then again, this was only the second floor. Perhaps the variety of rewards had expanded because the Tower wanted to diversify its incentives.


    Not an issue¡ªonly another layer to consider.


    The rest of the documents and papers in front of him contained much more in-depth, descriptive information about Athebury, their assignment''s location. Maps. Market Information. Current affairs.


    Apparently, Athebury was a quiet, rustic town nestled in a more rural area outside a city called Vilfar. As the report described, it was an isolated but tranquil settlement, unassuming in its obscurity. Until now, it seemed.


    Zark''thul finished his coffee and stood, adjusting his crisp suit. The gesture was unnecessary, as the fabric always seemed to maintain its pristine state, but the ritual was soothing nonetheless.


    Yes, an investigative assignment. What could possibly go wrong?


    He swept from his office to brief the REDLINEs on their next endeavor.


    <hr>


    The portal led the group to a craggy field. Mountain ridges clawed at the pale, blue sky. The path at their feet, little more than a crude and boulder-strewn trail, wound its way downhill. Nestled in a bowl between two jutting mountain walls was a humble, weather-beaten town, their destination for this Directive.


    Athebury. From their vantage point on the hillside, Zark''thul could pick out the characteristics of the town¡ªa main street with quaint, box-like houses and a handful of larger, more purposeful structures. There was a chapel, its steeple almost comical in its disproportion to the rest of the building, and a collection of agricultural fields scattered around the periphery.


    With each step forward, the dry grasses crackled underfoot¡ªmuch better than traversing through the muck of a marshland again.


    The dirt trail soon gave way to a gravel path, and finally, to the more heavily trafficked streets of the town proper. They passed a crudely painted sign proclaiming WELCOME TO ATHEBURY.This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.


    Humans milled about, casting wary glances their way as they proceeded. They looked... simpler than the ones from the Tower''s city, he realized. Their garments were earth-toned, fabric and hide woven into rough-hewn textiles, and the town bore the hallmarks of an agrarian existence.


    Pungent smells assaulted Zark''thul''s senses. Livestock, soil, and the faint traces of human effluvium tainted the air, far from the sterilized environment he''d left behind in the Tower. As they walked, the bustling drone of the town settled over them¡ªthe grunts of beasts, the trundle of carts, and the collective murmur of its residents.


    An unwelcome dissonance resonated against his eardrums.


    "This place..." Geneve wrinkled her nose. "It stinks."


    Byron gave her a sidelong glance. "Much like some of the latrines you left behind back at the barracks, if I recall..."


    Geneve unsheathed a dagger in an instant, pointing it at Byron. "Want to test the sharpness of your memory on my blade, Byron?"


    As the two traded verbal barbs and threatening stares, Zark''thul turned his attention away and pointed to an imposing, multi-story stone building up ahead. It was the largest in the modest township, sporting wide, double-doored entryways. A worn, creaking sign out front, hand-painted with the words ''The Heathen''s Lament'', was accompanied by a roughly hewn image of a frothing tankard.


    "That will be our base of operations," he declared, silencing Geneve and Byron. "We have four days to figure out what''s happening here and resolve it."


    They reached the establishment and filed inside. The dimly lit tavern was adorned with the accouterments of a rustic drinking house. Wooden beams stretched across the ceiling, and an assortment of beer-stained tables were scattered about the room.


    A heavyset woman greeted them behind a lengthy, oakwood bar top. Her broad face seemed to naturally contour into a smile.


    "Good day there, and welcome to the Heathen''s Lament!" she called out. "How may I be of service?"


    "We need accommodations and food," Zark''thul replied, scanning the common area for other patrons. He caught sight of one lanky, greasy-haired man staring intently into a bowl of stew before resuming his shoveling. "Two rooms should suffice, for three nights."


    "Only two?" The tavern keeper wiped her hands on a cloth she had draped over her shoulder. "Ah, one for ye lads and one for the ladies, then? Won''t be a problem. One gold per room, two silvers per meal, and a silver more for a hot bath and clean towels."


    Zark''thul reached into his vest pocket, extracting a coin pouch he''d prepared beforehand, and counted out ten gold coins.


    The advantage of having the goblinoid squad repeatedly run the first floor''s directives was the amount of loot they somehow managed to keep extracting. Hoarders...


    He passed the gold coins over to the tavern keeper, whose eyes widened briefly at the sum. She quickly recovered her composure. "Bless me. New to the town, then? We don''t get many travelers these ways, not since..." her words trailed off and her cheerful demeanor faded for a moment, "...well, never mind that. Tell you what, I''ll include a round of ales with your first meal; no extra charge."


    She tossed out the offer casually, trying to disregard whatever thought had dampened her mood.


    Zark''thul remained indifferent to the prospect of alcohol, but his REDLINEs appeared more than satisfied with the notion. Their spirits seemed to lift at the mention of drink, their previous banter and disagreement evaporating in the face of promised libations.


    "Anderson, show these folks to their rooms," the woman barked over her shoulder. Soon after, a young boy emerged from the kitchen, a smudge of flour dusting his cheek and an inquisitive glint in his eyes.


    Upon seeing the group, he looked back at the woman. "Ma, they dress funny."


    "Hush now, boy, mind yer business," she reprimanded, giving the boy a warning look.


    "Yes, Ma," the boy relented. He turned to the group, gesturing for them to follow. "Up the stairs here, this way."


    They were led up a flight of creaking wooden steps to a dim, musty corridor. Anderson opened the doors of their rooms and ushered them inside. Each was furnished with sparse but serviceable furniture¡ªtwo beds, a wardrobe, a side table, and a solitary, latticed window. "Fresh linens on the bed, clean washroom down the hall. We can serve y''all dinner later, too."


    The boy kept glancing over to Geneve and the other women, his gaze lingering longer than might be deemed polite.


    "Um, isn''t... yer clothes a bit... tight?" he stammered, his eyes fixing on their skin-tight combat outfits.


    Geneve locked her stare on the boy. "Yes," she retorted, "A bit like that stick up your ass."


    Anderson flushed at Geneve''s words, his face turning a deep shade of scarlet. With a hasty bow and without another word, he scurried down the stairs to the tavern''s common area.


    Silence momentarily enveloped them until a chorus of snickers broke out among the agents. Even Zark''thul cracked a smile. After a moment, he cleared his throat. "His observation is somewhat apt. You all look out of place. A change in attire is in order."


    "Even you, sir?" Clare asked.


    "The suit stays," Zark''thul stated flatly, tugging at the lapels of his immaculate, tailored attire. "I''ll give you some coins to purchase clothes from the local market. I can handle myself just fine. In the meantime, take the rest of the day to acclimatize yourselves, but do not draw undue attention. We begin our investigation first thing in the morning."


    "How should we divvy up the rooms, sir?" Warren asked. "One for the men, one for the women, as the lady suggested?"


    Zark''thul raised an eyebrow. "One for me, and one for the rest of you. Obviously."


    Warren swallowed. "Ah, right. Yes, that makes perfect sense."


    "But there''s only two beds," Byron gestured around, looking between them, "and the five of us."


    With a dismissive wave, Zark''thul said, "Draw lots, have a competition, sleep on the floor¡ªI don''t care. Deal with it as you see fit. There are more pressing matters to focus on."


    After making the declaration, he stalked off to his designated room, ignoring the flurry of murmurs and grumbles that filled the corridor.


    Behind the closed door of his quarters, he set about sorting through the details of his assignment. The evening sky, now a deep shade of vermilion, was visible through the window. Beyond the panes of glass, he could make out the hunched outline of a windmill silhouetted against the dying light.


    After a short respite, he descended the stairs and strode into the common area. It had become busier, teeming with townsfolk ready to indulge in the tavern''s offerings after a day''s labor.


    He approached the bar and claimed an empty stool. Another woman, leaner and younger than the one they''d first met, acknowledged him with a nod and quickly served him a frothing tankard of ale and a plate heaped with a hearty serving of what appeared to be roasted potatoes and stewed meat.


    "My, aren''t you a tall drink of water," she remarked, her gaze roaming over him.


    Zark''thul stifled a frown. "Excuse me?"


    "Apologies, m''lord, we don''t often get fancy folk like yourself here," she said with a warm but discerning smile. "Not to pry, but what is your business in Athebury? Trade, perhaps?" The woman made a playful jab with her elbow. "Or might it be... something less work-related?"


    She punctuated her question with a wink, then turned her head slightly and presented her neck. She craned closer, an offering clearly etched in her movement, accompanied by a display of fluttering lashes.


    Must be a different local greeting... or is she requesting... something else?


    While the human social etiquette wasn''t entirely lost on him, the connection between those dots was rather more tenuous.


    "I''m here on some confidential matters," he responded, keeping his tone even, unsure of the expectation of social protocol at this moment. He drummed his fingers on the side of the tankard, feeling somewhat awkward. "On a personal level, I seek to explore this land."


    "Oh my," the woman responded, leaning her elbows on the table to rest her chin on her interwoven hands. "We rarely see strangers this far out unless they''re part of the gentry or some group of backwater brigands. Are you from the city?"


    He studied the woman briefly, taking her question in stride. It seemed that her curiosity was an invitation to make conversation. Was this customary in places like this?


    For a moment, her directness stumped him.


    "Yes. Something like that," he finally said, reaching for the ale and taking a sip. He felt the liquid settle in his human body, though, as with the coffee earlier, he detected no physiological need for sustenance. It was more an exercise in mimicry, an act to appear more amenable, less out of place.


    The concoction itself was, he concluded, an acquired taste. Tolerable, perhaps, but nothing noteworthy.


    "Welcome, then. Enjoy your stay¡ªperhaps we can get to know each other better if time permits. I could show you around town. If you''re interested..." A coy smile danced on her lips.


    "I shall keep that in mind," Zark''thul replied, adopting a professional, courteous tone. His acknowledgment seemed to satisfy her as she offered a nod, wink, and smile before sauntering off to tend to other patrons.


    After she was gone, he finished his meal in a blend of silence and the murmur of tavern life. In the relative quiet, his thoughts turned to the impending tasks of his assignment.


    The directive had been clear: uncover the source of unrest here and resolve the problem.


    Rumors of disappearances, shadowy figures, and discord amongst the populace. His initial inclination had been to sweep the town and its surroundings for immediate, hostile entities¡ªa straightforward approach to a clear and present danger.


    But now? Now, it seemed, there was something more clandestine, more insidious at work in Athebury. There was no apparent crisis, no immediate threat. Just a nagging sense of disquiet hanging in the air.


    He exited the tavern and ventured into the cool twilight of the town, wandering away from the heart of the settlement, delving into its outskirts. He proceeded beyond the lights of the main settlement, progressing onto a hillock, and found himself looking down upon Athebury.


    Night slowly stole the town''s colors, replacing them with shades of grey and the pale illumination of the moon. As the wind tugged at his suit jacket, a thin, eerie sound¡ªlike the drawn-out wail of some injured beast¡ªechoed from the forest just outside the town.


    IIn the stillness, he looked up into the sky.


    Stars gleamed back at him, brilliant and eternal, an elusive familiarity in their constellations, as though he''d known them from another time, in another place, in another form. Their presence was a silent comfort, a reminder of his past grandeur.


    A sigh, deep and weary, escaped him. Thoughts tumbled through his mind, snippets of memories past. He remembered... floating amongst the stars, drifting, surveying all under the vast cosmic blanket of space, a ruler without domain, a wanderer without destination. He had once traversed those infinite expanses with such ease, borne along by ethereal currents of power, unbound and unfettered.


    But in his new state, that cosmic dance was a distant, almost alien memory. Now, he found himself tethered to this earth, a body and a role both foreign and confining. The absence of his former self, his former power, left an indelible ache in its wake.


    His gaze wandered to the town below once more. A sense of foreboding prickled at him¡ªthere was something hidden within Athebury''s quietude that he could not yet discern.


    <hr>


    He returned to his room. Removing his shoes but not his suit, he laid upon the bed. Within a single night of human exposure, Zark''thul had experienced more social interactions than during his entire journey through the first floor''s environments.


    Despite all he''d learned¡ªcosmological structures, the workings of the universe, the insights he''d extracted from every entity that had ever subsumed¡ªhumans were somehow... an outlier.


    A persistent enigma.


    Absent any impending urgency, he stared up at the ceiling, reflecting.


    Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. His hand paused, fingers poised over his suit jacket''s buttons, when a female voice spoke from behind the door.


    "Sir," Lyssa began, "We''ve been selected to room with you."


    "Hmm?"


    The sound of the door''s handle turning echoed across the room. She pushed the door gently, revealing her presence in the doorway. Instead of her usual combat suit, she wore a laced, linen nightgown that draped from her neckline down to her bare feet.


    Behind her, Geneve and Clare stood in a similar lace-trimmed shift. It wasn''t the only thing they had in common; their expressions mirrored each other''s¡ªthey seemed to be sharing an emotion that Zark''thul hadn''t had cause to explore.


    By the time Lyssa entered the room, he was on his feet, suit jacket unbuttoned. "What''s going on?"


    "I hope you don''t mind that we... decided to sleep in here with you tonight."


    "And how did this exactly come about?" he asked, crossing his arms.


    Geneve slipped past Lyssa and strode forward, tossing herself onto the bed. With a triumphant sigh, she added, "You ordered us to reach a decision on our own, and we did." Then, she turned her head to face Zark''thul and gave a mischievous grin.


    He narrowed his eyes, immediately discerning a lack of candor. "And how, exactly, did you reach this consensus?"


    "We cast lots," Clare explained, offering a smile as she closed the door behind them. "They won the room, but the three of us, we um..." Her hand gestures moved rather ambiguously towards him. "...decided on a bit of a separate arrangement."


    Zark''thul released a sigh, lifting his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose. This had not been part of his calculations when he had assigned the room arrangements. All he''d wanted was a solitary respite for his ruminations.


    A heavy pause stretched in the room.


    "Alright, you can stay," he acquiesced. "Use the other bed."


    "The beds can only fit two people, sir," Lyssa noted, pointing to the room''s other, still unclaimed sleeping area. "Three would be far too cramped..."


    "Fine, I''ll just sit throughout the night, then," he relented, albeit with an undercurrent of frustration in his tone. "I don''t need to sleep anyway."


    "Oh, no, sir!" Lyssa protested quickly, stepping towards him. "We aren''t here to make things hard for you..."


    He raised a brow.


    Geneve pat the open space on the bed. "It''s already been decided who will sleep by you tonight¡ªit''s my turn first."


    "...''Turn''?" He parroted the word back at her, seeking clarity.


    Lyssa smiled.


    His second brow rose, joining the first.


    "It was a rotating lottery," Lyssa clarified, with a far more natural smile on her face compared to the strained ones she''d often shown him. A pair of dimples emerged in the corners of her lips. "Three nights, three of us."


    Zark''thul let out another long, drawn-out breath.


    Ever since he allowed them to name themselves, their personalities seemed to grow more... distinguished.


    Clare occupied the vacant bed, while Geneve arranged herself under the covers of the bed they intended to share. Zark''thul moved back to his former position, settling himself beside her, and focused on the ceiling once more.


    Without warning, Geneve rolled herself closer, resting her head against his left shoulder, her face snuggling into the crook of his neck. "Sorry," she whispered. "There''s not much room. You could put your hand around my waist, if it helps you feel comfortable..."


    "Just go to sleep. All of you."


    Zark''thul stared at the ceiling.


    The complexity of these human interactions, as well as the extent of his agents'' independence, were growing in unexpected directions. At some point, he''d have to recalibrate his understanding of these entities and their behaviors.


    However, at this juncture, diverting their attention or chastising them hardly seemed worth the effort or time. For now, he wanted quiet¡ªfor both his thoughts and the room''s inhabitants.


    There was a job to do, after all.

 Chapter 13: No Stones Left Unturned

    Hungry stones await; to sip from thy crimson well.


    One silent midnight, thy fool,


    born ''neath a cyclopean wall


    ...Stepping under stars ''til the mountain calls:


    Return


    To the valley deep¡ªwhere light was buried and lost,


    wants to meet its shimmering end,


    To touch that hollow seed¡ªcoffin of light;


    Recall


    How life lay dreaming, by this little key unlocked.


    <hr>


    At daybreak, the bluish-grey light of dawn streamed into their room through the now half-ajar window, rustling the thin, crinkled curtains in a brisk, early morning breeze. The three women slowly stirred from their sleep.


    During the night, a sleepy Geneve had wrapped her arms around Zark''thul''s midsection, practically treating him like a body pillow. Despite the intrusions on his personal space, he made no move to dislodge her until the day''s first rays descended from the window.


    Once the women were awake, he shifted out from under Geneve, crossed to the window, and peered through its glass panes. The windmill, bathed in the sun''s gentle rays, began to turn. Within the town, human figures started to come to life, stirring from their dwellings. Soon, the faint chorus of morning conversation and the shuffle of activities echoed from below.


    "The plan remains the same," he declared, turning to face the women as they sat up in their beds, "Proceed with your assignments. Learn more about the town and its... issues. Given the circumstances, it will probably take more than just today to finish this investigation."


    He left a pregnant pause, allowing a few moments of silence to press the importance of his next words. "Be wary of who you approach and who approaches you. We''ll meet back at the tavern at noon, and go from there."


    "Yes, sir," they nodded. Then, one by one, they all got up and began to dress.


    Zark''thul waited for them outside. Clare and Lyssa came out first, their new garments having been purchased the evening prior.


    Clare wore a burgundy-hued dress, tailored close to her slender frame and modest in length. Her sleeves draped off her shoulders, and her neck was adorned with a ruffled collar. Matching leather boots clad her feet.


    Lyssa wore a similarly form-fitting olive-green dress, complimented by a leather bodice wrapped around her waist and chest. The material tapered just above her knees, while a pair of sand-colored leggings and low-heeled boots protected her legs.


    Soon, Geneve emerged in her new clothes. She''d chosen a slate-blue tunic that fell to her thighs and was cinched at the waist with a brown leather belt. Her legs were covered in maroon trousers and dark leather boots.


    Byron and Warren were already waiting downstairs, likewise dressed in outfits from the local market. Byron sported a wool shirt of dusky maroon, tucked into brown pants fastened with a leather belt. His feet were shod in sturdy workman''s boots.


    Warren, in contrast, chose a fitted vest over a collared shirt, both dyed in various shades of grey. He''d paired these with simple trousers and oiled-leather shoes, along with a wide-brimmed hat atop his head.


    Zark''thul gave the group a once-over. Satisfied, he gestured for them to follow him. "Breakfast first. Then, our mission begins."


    <hr>


    After breakfast, the squad went their separate ways in pairs to begin their investigation. Zark''thul, for his part, wandered. Byron accompanied him, taking the role of a guard escorting a ''merchant''.


    As they walked, people shot glances Zark''thul''s way, their expressions hard to discern. Whether due to his unconventional attire or simply his imposing presence, it was clear he''d become a focal point of local curiosity and speculation. A few risked cautious but seemingly benevolent smiles and nods, which he returned as he walked.


    Striding further, the heart of the town began to reveal itself.


    Timber-framed abodes mingled with brick-and-mortar dwellings. Signboards hung from iron rods, announcing establishments of trade and service¡ªthe town''s baker, blacksmith, tailor, cobbler, and all manner of livelihoods that defined community life.


    "Excuse me, pardon me." A man brushed past Byron and Zark''thul, pushing a handcart loaded with lumpy sacks and stumbling towards one of the nearby grocers. They stepped aside to let the man pass.


    Vendors had set up shop outside. The town square teemed with wooden stalls, the vendors within peddling their wares.


    "Farm-fresh carrots and radishes, penny a bundle, finest in the county!"


    "Figs! Candied figs, just a copper!"


    "Fabric here! If your dress has seen better days, see me!"


    Their calls created a sort of harmonious chaos that resonated within the hustle and bustle of the marketplace.


    As they made their way through the vibrant center of Athebury, a ruckus of hounds and horses disrupted the din, splitting through the crowd. People either jumped out of the way or hastened their strides, moving away from the disruption.


    The cause of the ruckus was a small group of armed and armored men atop warhorses, imposingly encased in thick iron barding. At their forefront rode a man astride a charcoal-coated steed.


    This prominent figure was more heavily armored than his comrades, protected by a dark suit of articulated steel plates and dressed in a tailored, damasked gambeson. His greying hair flowed unkempt, a wild mane framing deep-set, keen brown eyes that settled on Zark''thul, considering him with a somber, composed gaze as they crossed paths.


    "That''s Count Evan Tarris," someone muttered from the crowd. "As ominous as the reaper himself..."


    An ominous reputation?


    "He''s headed towards the edge of the forest..."


    "The forest?"


    "Shhh, be quiet!" Another voice chimed in urgently. "Tarris has a knack for hearing gossip. He''ll think we''re cursing his name and throw us in the stocks."


    For a brief instant, their eyes met¡ªthe local magnate''s and Zark''thul''s.


    Tarris dipped his head in acknowledgment, and Zark''thul reciprocated with a similarly guarded, curt nod. Without a word spoken between them, the rider nudged his stallion down another street, galloping off in the direction of the distant forest.


    A subdued hubbub of conversations, questions, and comments buzzed back and forth among the town residents.


    After some time had elapsed and the clamor died down, Zark''thul approached a vendor''s stall. The owner, a small-statured man, stood behind the counter of his meager setup. When he saw Zark''thul standing before him, his demeanor altered subtly.


    "H-hello, sir, welcome to my shop," the vendor stuttered, rubbing his hands against the front of his tunic. "What can I interest you in today?"


    "Information," Zark''thul stated plainly, leaning down slightly to place his elbow upon the man''s wooden stall. "Rumors have been circulating about this town. I heard there are strange happenings here, but people are hesitant to speak of them."


    The vendor''s demeanor changed immediately upon hearing those words. "Str-strange, y''say...? My humblest apologies. I don''t rightly understand your meaning, sir," he stammered.


    Zark''thul observed the man quietly. Even without prying directly into the recesses of his thoughts, it was obvious to him that the man was lying. Perhaps his reluctance was understandable, but to feign ignorance directly to his face?


    Not too intelligent.


    "Surely a peddler like yourself is privy to all the news and tales within these walls," Zark''thul prodded. "You must be aware of any unusual occurrences." He studied the man intently, noting the subtle sheen of sweat across his brow and the trembling of his hands. His left eye twitched¡ªa telltale giveaway of his dishonesty. Or was it simply fear?


    Either way, this man was much easier to read than the woman at the tavern.


    "W-well," the vendor coughed and shifted from one foot to the other, "there''ve been talks of missing people, yes. It''s been the subject of a great deal of worry, of course, but there''s naught to be done about that at the moment."


    "Why not?" Byron queried. "Missing people ought to be looked for. Who disappeared?"


    The vendor seemed to shrink back even further from the conversation. "P-people here and there¡ªfarmers, workmen, bakers, guards. Traders, like yourself. My cousin, too," the man recounted. "Oftentimes, ''specially of late, it''s folks from the forest that go missing."


    Zark''thul straightened up from the counter. His imposing demeanor noticeably rattled the small-statured shopkeeper. "Speak on. What''s wrong with the forest?"You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    "W-well, Count Tarris is sending out parties into the forest daily now. He says the woods are no longer safe. Not only because of the disappearances, mind you, but also"¡ªhe gestured about them furtively before continuing¡ª"There are things moving through the woods. Dark things. Strange things. A corruption growing amongst the trees, some say..."


    "What do they look like, these ''dark and strange'' things?" Byron''s questions became pointed and specific.


    The vendor gulped audibly. "Nobody rightly knows. What they''ve found after their sorties aren''t ''things'' so much as they are... patches of forest floor, seemingly corroded by... I don''t know, a mysterious rot or disease of some kind. Even the leaves of the trees in these areas blacken and fall from the limbs that hold ''em. All that''s left behind is something wholly unsettling."


    Zark''thul pondered in silence.


    Black patches within the forest? These could potentially be related to those who were vanishing...


    "Do you have any idea why these issues are occurring?" he asked.


    The vendor paused, seeming to reflect on Zark''thul''s words. After a moment, he replied, "It wasn''t always like this. At first, we thought they might''ve been attacks from a nearby pack of goblins, which are fairly common in these parts. But the pattern of the disappearances didn''t match their work. People were plucked straight out of their homes, right in the dead of night."


    "Including your cousin?"


    "Y-yes, sir. Him, too. I mean, it''s hard to know for sure. That is, many don''t really talk about these sorts of things openly around here. At least not while Lord Tarris is in earshot," the vendor lowered his voice.


    "You mentioned this hasn''t always been the case. When did it start?"


    The vendor dipped his chin and looked to the side. "Just a few months ago. It started slowly; just the odd farmer or drifter who went missing here and there. As time went on, though, it began to happen more frequently. Lately, it''s getting worse still."


    "What does the local government plan to do about the situation?" Byron chimed in again. "You said people had gone missing, right? From their homes?"


    The vendor bobbed his head again. "Uh... well, Tarris says we shouldn''t worry our heads much on the matter. We have enough to deal with. He promises us that his knights have it under control. But honestly," he leaned in, dropping his volume even further, "folk are quite scared, especially when someone close to ''em goes missing, disappearing in the middle of the night and all that."


    Then, as if remembering himself, he snapped back to attention, straightening his posture. "Th-thank you for your custom, sirs. Apologies, but I must return to my business. Please come again if there''s anything else you need." With that, the conversation was evidently concluded.


    Zark''thul and Byron withdrew from the shop stall and meandered further down the lane, keeping pace with the bustling throng of townspeople.


    Byron rubbed his forehead. "What an unpleasant story."


    "The investigation is beginning to look more straightforward," Zark''thul said, acknowledging him. "Still, there are more clues needed to paint a clear picture. What do you suppose are the chances of the Count being the perpetrator?"


    "Why suspect him?" Byron asked.


    "People fear to speak while in his presence," Zark''thul mused aloud. "We haven''t met the man personally, but there could be a correlation to explore. It is curious how all this talk of disappearing people is linked to the forest."


    <hr>


    They returned to the tavern and found their group seated around a large, wooden table laden with plates of eggs, sausages, and toasted bread. Byron and Zark''thul joined them, each claiming a vacant stool.


    "You''ve been productive this morning, I trust?" Zark''thul asked. After he''d said his piece, a barmaid bustled to their table to pour an ale for him.


    Geneve plucked a morsel of sausage off her plate. "Warren and I didn''t learn much. We made our rounds and spoke to a bunch of people. Everyone talks about the same thing: people have gone missing, mostly from their homes or within the nearby forest."


    "I don''t think they know what''s actually happening," Warren interjected. "It''s a whole lot of hearsay and local folklore at the moment. Still, we were able to get an impression of how the townspeople are dealing with all of this."


    "I can''t believe they''re dancing around puddles when it''s pouring outside," Clare chimed in, punctuating her point by stabbing her fork into a cut of sausage. "Lyssa and I checked in on a few of the guards, the apothecaries, even the undertaker, to ask what they knew about the disappearances and to see if anybody had shown up dead."


    "And?"


    Lyssa finished chewing a bite of her meal. "Apparently, nobody''s turned up dead. The guards don''t have any reports of discovering a corpse near town, nor have the morgues or mortuaries seen an influx of new arrivals. The only thing everybody''s agreed on is that people have been vanishing."


    "We heard the same from one of the vendors," Byron stated. "We also ran into their Count in the streets. He seems to be leading an investigation of his own, so I figure we should look in on him first before we start running around after leads."


    Zark''thul observed their exchanges and how, collectively, their perspectives all shared a common thread. By their account, these occurrences were spontaneous and discrete¡ªno discernable connection among the missing. Even more strangely, not a single one had been discovered dead, at least as far as anyone was willing to divulge.


    "Why all the secrecy?" Geneve huffed, breaking off a chunk of bread. "If someone''s targeting their family or neighbor, how come it''s all down to gossip and whispers? Surely, everyone can''t just be content to accept it all with a shrug?"


    "There are some instances of break-ins. Locked doors ajar or smashed in," Warren remarked, running a hand through his hair. "But, those are supposedly rare, from what I heard. It''s hard to say for sure... people keep dodging questions."


    Zark''thul contemplated the situation.


    Missing people, all within a large town, and a lingering menace nearby, most likely connected to the forest.


    Did that mean the threat originated from within the woods? And it started three months ago?


    There were still too many unknowns, but this felt like a solid foundation to pursue a lead. Perhaps more information would reveal itself in time. For now, he had an idea of where to go next.


    He placed his palms flat on the table and pushed himself up. "Once you''re done eating, we''ll go through the places where these missing persons were last seen. Question their friends, families, and whoever else may have known them."


    Geneve arched an eyebrow. "Won''t that get us flagged by the guards and, by extension, the Count?"


    "Hmm, good point. Then just find out where those missing people lived and I''ll go check them out on my own. For now, go do another round of questioning around the town."


    <hr>


    That night while the three REDLINEs women practically took custody of his sleeping quarters¡ªhe''d been making peace with this new fact¡ªZark''thul sat by the window, eyes closed. He had already sent his Thousand Eyes of the Dark Beyond to the locations the others had scouted for him, the residences of the missing townsfolk.


    Or, perhaps the missing was too presumptuous a descriptor. No bodies had been discovered as of yet, so it remained uncertain whether they were dead or alive or otherwise.


    With a focused clarity, Zark''thul gazed through one of the Thousand Eyes'' perspectives. He found himself looking at an ordinary house that showed no indication of a break-in or a struggle. The Eye drifted through the interior, which was mostly untidy. On a wall by the windows, he noted scratches left in the wood, positioned far too high for even an adult to reach.


    He opened his eyes and made a mental note of what he''d seen.


    Throughout the rest of the night, he divided his time among his other ethereal eyes. Most of the dwellings offered scant clues, displaying no obvious signs of ransacking or assault. In three out of six abodes, he noticed peculiar gouges in the walls similar to those observed at the first location. Again, he paused to document his findings.


    However, that wasn''t all he''d come across.


    Faded symbols, painted on the inner walls with a dark substance, revealed themselves. Their pigments appeared too dull or too pale in the night''s natural lighting for unaided human sight to distinguish from the surrounding dark, but not so for him. Though worn and obscure, the glyphs'' placements were identical in every domicile.


    During this discovery, the eyes zoomed in on these cryptic inscriptions¡ªtwisted shapes encircling a heptagram and bordered by an Ouroboros.


    Within his reservoir of knowledge, a faint awareness about this strange configuration pricked at the edges of his mind, but it remained elusive and inaccessible. Even more vexingly, the majority of his subsumed memory remained tantalizingly beyond his immediate reach.


    Nonetheless, seeing the symbols was enough to gather an understanding, albeit general and speculative in nature.


    The work of a cult, perhaps? Maybe they were somehow connected to the forest?


    Despite the glaring gaps in his knowledge, he remembered occultists trying to reach out to him before, at times offering even their lives to become a part of him in a hopeless plea to achieve greater communion. They never seemed to grasp the nature of his being, mistaking it for something comprehensible or digestible.


    They were little more than misguided fools.


    "Did you find anything, sir?" Clare asked, interrupting the quietude of the room.


    The sound of her voice drew him out of his trancelike state, causing him to blink a few times. He turned to look at her¡ªshe was in the middle of braiding Lyssa''s hair as Geneve slept next to them.


    "Found some symbols at the sites of the disappearances," he answered plainly. "Most likely a cult of sorts at play here."


    She perked up at his words. "A cult?"


    He nodded in response, maintaining an impassive expression.


    "What will we do then, sir?"


    "Catch them in the act, follow them to their base of operations, and from there... neutralize them. Simple as that."


    "Are you expecting to encounter the cult tonight?" she asked.


    "We''ll see. I can keep watch over the town all night, but there''ll be gaps in my coverage. Though, that shouldn''t pose a big problem. I know what to look out for, now," he replied, and closed his eyes once more.


    His scrying eyes scattered through the town, probing from house to house. Focusing intently on each location, he sought the subtle glow of incandescent sigils to direct him.


    <hr>


    After hours of fruitless searching, something finally shifted. His scrying eyes alighted upon a pair of hooded figures lurking near a timber-framed dwelling near the edge of town. Their movements caught his attention as they paused by the home''s door.


    The taller of the two began tracing cryptic patterns over the aged wood with his fingertip, his cloak shielding his hands from sight. A dark aura emanated from the motions, and moments later, the door swung inward, granting the silent figures entry to the home. They vanished into the darkness of the house, the door shutting soundlessly behind them.


    Zark''thul''s eyes snapped open, and he swiftly rose from his seat. "I found them."


    Immediately, the women on the beds sprang to their feet and hastened to ready themselves. Even Geneve, despite the lingering grogginess of sleep, rapidly donned her gear and weaponry within minutes.


    "Should I wake the guys up?" Clare asked as she threw on her boots.


    "No. Just the four of us will be fine," Zark''thul answered, adjusting his suit. He beckoned for them to follow, and they hastened from the tavern into the moonlit night, traversing through the slumbering town.


    Zark''thul kept one eye closed, his vision alternating between his own perspective and that of the scrying eyes converging outside the timber-framed abode. He picked up his pace, weaving through the winding streets.


    "My eyes will only last another five minutes at most. Clare, Geneve. When we near the location, disperse and track them when they leave. Do not lose them," Zark''thul ordered quietly, casting a brief glance over his shoulder.


    "Yes, sir," they replied in unison.


    A few more twists and turns of their route brought them closer to the target area. With a wave of his hand, he signaled Clare and Geneve. They acknowledged his command with a nod, broke away from the group, and darted down an alley.


    Zark''thul spread his scrying eyes around the neighborhood, monitoring the area to keep an eye out for any other cultists. The potential for other accomplices to the two intruders was a real possibility.


    Moments later, the robed individuals slipped out of the residence. Zark''thul caught a brief glimpse of them before his final scrying eye dissipated into wisps of blackened mist.


    "It''s up to them now," he murmured. Beside him, Lyssa silently acknowledged his words with a nod.

 Chapter 14: Role to Play

    Clare and Geneve returned an hour later. Zark''thul had moved with Lyssa to a more secluded area¡ªone of the many small, empty plots that dotted the residential areas of the town. The four of them now stood concealed beneath a modest cluster of trees.


    "What''d you find?" Zark''thul asked, his gaze shifting between Clare and Geneve as they approached.


    Clare answered, "They took two women¡ªmother and daughter, we think¡ªfrom the house, then fled into a granary near the edge of town, just beyond the crop fields. We''ve scouted around the building, and there doesn''t seem to be anything going on nearby."


    "I can confirm," Geneve added. "I took a peek through a crack in the walls and saw them open a trap door. They''ve got a hideout in there."


    Zark''thul rubbed his chin thoughtfully, pondering their report.


    The granary might be their base of operations, or at least a portion of it, hidden beneath the building. If so, what lay below? How deep did it extend? Did it lead to the forest, or somewhere else entirely?


    "How well-guarded is the area around the granary?"


    "We didn''t see anyone guarding the place," Clare reported. "At least not at the perimeter. Not even a lookout on the roof. All quiet."


    "They might feel secure enough in that." Zark''thul crossed his arms, glancing skyward as he organized his thoughts. "The town hasn''t mobilized any response to the disappearances, and their Count seems preoccupied with something in the forest. Their confidence is our advantage."


    "What do we do next?" Geneve asked, leaning forward on the balls of her feet, her hand hovering over the hilt of her blade.


    "We''re not raiding the granary, if that''s what you''re thinking," he responded, causing Geneve to frown and relax her stance. "The directive states that we need to uncover the source of the issue in this town. But it''s too early to engage the enemy in their own den¡ªespecially when we don''t know exactly what or who we''re dealing with. We need more information."


    Geneve''s lips curled into a pout, clearly unsatisfied. However, she didn''t press the matter further.


    "We''re going back to the inn," he announced. "When morning comes, we''ll find out who owns that granary, who works there, and see if the plot of land itself is part of someone''s estate. Then, we''ll pursue the trail from there."


    <hr>


    At dawn, his agents departed, continuing their investigations. Warren stayed behind to accompany Zark''thul''s visits to the town''s most prominent estates, where he hoped to glean information about the ownership of the granary. One of these estates belonged to Count Tarris himself.


    Upon their approach to the mansion''s gate, two guards stepped forward to intercept them. "Halt," one ordered. "State your name and business, stranger."


    "I''m Lawrence Mycroft, an inspector sent by the Northmen Traders'' Guild to investigate a number of concerning reports from a local associate. I wish to have an audience with the lord of the estate," he explained, his tone smooth and authoritative.


    The piles of documents he sifted through beforehand provided him with all the necessary information, including the names and details of several important regional merchant families. Those facts, combined with the sigils and badges of authenticity that came with the documents, served as perfect props for his ruse. His AetherLink remained a handy device for those meticulous matters.


    One of the guards nodded and promptly entered the premises. His companion lingered at the gatehouse, scrutinizing Zark''thul with an icy blue gaze. "Northmen, eh?" the guard said. "What''s a Northman want with a trader from this part of the land?"


    "The guild thrives on variety," Zark''thul replied. "Our hands deal in all manner of trade across the region. It''s in our interest to have an established presence here, ensuring the smooth running of our businesses. I''m here on their behalf to ensure that."


    A moment passed before the guard returned, re-emerging from the gates. He gestured towards them. "Count Tarris will see you. This way."


    The guard led them into the courtyard, flanked by elaborate statues of proud figures. Towering walls encased in ivy loomed on either side, hemming them in. From there, they entered the lavish interior of the estate''s primary building. Warren surveyed their surroundings with a wary expression. Zark''thul maintained a confident and measured pace as they walked through the estate''s ornate foyer.


    The guard guided them to an exquisitely decorated lounge adorned with plush furnishings.


    Upon their entry, a tall man with well-groomed greying hair turned to greet them. A neatly trimmed beard accentuated his stern, sharp features. e was dressed in a flowing sable robe paired with a striking golden medallion around his neck.


    The man''s deep brown eyes settled on Zark''thul, who reciprocated the gaze, their stares locking together. The guard beside Zark''thul moved forward to announce in a clear, formal tone, "Lord Tarris, may I present to you¡ª"


    "Lawrence Mycroft, is it?" Tarris finished for the guard.


    "Yes, Lord Tarris. It is an honor to be granted this audience on such short notice," Zark''thul acknowledged with a slight bow. "Your cooperation is most appreciated."


    Not needing to sleep meant having more time to sift through files detailing etiquette and noble posturing. Not that the files were strictly necessary for this simple interaction¡ªbut Elspeth had messaged him about the importance of treating nobles with care.


    Count Tarris offered a thin, barely perceptible smile in response. "But of course, it''s always a pleasure to host associates of the Northmen Traders'' Guild. Any particular reason that brings you to my home, Master Mycroft?"


    Warren quietly stood at attention by the doorway, remaining out of the conversation as his gaze panned the room.


    "In truth, Lord Tarris, my arrival in town is serendipitous." Zark''thul casually placed his hand on the backrest of a nearby lounge chair. "I''m actually en route to the southernmost reaches of the North and wouldn''t normally make any stops at these parts. But, when a trading partner of the guild, stationed in town, sent me a series of rather unsettling letters, I felt compelled to take a look personally. As the representative of the guild, it''s my duty to protect the guild''s interests wherever they might be."


    Tarris arched an eyebrow, folding his arms across his chest. "Oh?" he inquired, a note of challenge creeping into his voice. "What troubles might those be that compel a Northman to come this far south to stick his nose into business that''s hardly his?"


    Zark''thul tapped his finger on the backrest. "Your town is rumored to be haunted by a menacing force that has led to a string of disappearances. I can only imagine this must have a crippling effect on commerce, travel, and trade."


    Tarris''s features hardened. "Haunted? Superstitious drivel. No one knows for sure why people are vanishing. As we speak, I have my best men on the matter. It will be resolved in a matter of time, rest assured."


    Zark''thul slowly paced around the chair. "Of that, I have no doubt, my Lord. But I hope you''ll forgive me for not wanting to delay my journey any longer than necessary. My itinerary is quite strict, after all."


    He paused, looking directly at Tarris. "You see, while I may trust in the competence of your men, it''s simply a matter of ''the sooner, the better'' for my business. If you wouldn''t mind, is there any specific piece of information you could share that would hasten my departure? That way, I can assuage any concerns the guild might have. It''s in both our interests, after all, to resolve this matter swiftly and get back to business as usual. Time is money, as they say."


    Tarris remained still for a moment, his sharp eyes tracking Zark''thul''s movements before his expression shifted subtly. He nodded, his mouth twisting into a smirk.


    "Very well. You''ll find the forest to the southwest of our town teeming with goblinoids. Their encampments are often well-hidden, but I believe that is where your answers lie." He motioned to the guard beside him. "You there. I have a map of the region. Fetch it for me."


    "At once, my lord," the guard replied before leaving the room.


    Tarris returned his gaze to Zark''thul. "However, be aware that I am leading a military operation in that same forest. Your presence may disrupt the coordination of my forces. Therefore, I ask that you withhold any ventures in that direction until our mission is complete. It will only take a day or two longer to settle the matter, then you will be free to pursue your own investigation, if needed."


    "I see. Is that all you can tell me, Lord Tarris?"


    "For the time being, yes."


    The guard soon returned, bearing a rolled-up parchment in his hands. He handed the document to Zark''thul with a stiff bow.


    "Is there anything else I can assist you with today, Master Mycroft?" Tarris inquired, his posture slightly more relaxed.


    "Yes," Zark''thul responded, meeting his gaze. "A granary on the edge of town¡ªsouth of the crop fields. Who owns the land and the building?"


    "Those are the Beckhart lands. Baron Edgar Beckhart oversees the area," Tarris explained, his brow furrowing in apparent confusion. "If I may ask, why the sudden interest in that specific plot?"The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.


    "Nothing too important," Zark''thul said. "My local trading partner has been eyeing expansion into this region. As a favor, I was tasked with finding viable properties. Of course, this was before I became aware of the... hauntings."


    Tarris seemed to accept that explanation without a hint of suspicion. "I wish you luck in your endeavors. And to you as well, Master Mycroft, wherever your path may lead."


    With that, the guard escorted them from the lounge.


    Once outside the gates of the estate, Warren ventured, "He doesn''t know anything."


    "About the cult, at least," Zark''thul murmured, his hand tracing the lapel of his overcoat. "Perhaps his authority is more limited than it seems. In any case, his people''s efforts in the forest are concentrated on a ''goblinoid threat,'' which means he''s not aware of what we''re currently dealing with in his town."


    "What if he was lying about everything?" Warren offered. "This could be a way to lead us astray, you know?"


    "If he had been, I would''ve noticed. Nonetheless, my second question to him was the real test. If he were involved, his responses would''ve been more evasive or aggressive. But his reaction seemed genuine, so I''m inclined to believe him."


    "So, we''re gonna investigate the Beckhart lands then?"


    "After the others have completed their rounds. More dots are required before a line can be formed."


    <hr>


    Returning to the tavern, Zark''thul spotted Clare, Geneve, Byron, and Lyssa already waiting for them at their usual table. An array of drinks and plates of food adorned the surface, some of them only half-finished.


    "You all have something to report, I gather," Zark''thul said, taking his seat at the head of the table. Warren settled down next to him.


    "Yes, sir," Byron responded. "We looked into who worked at that granary and in the crop fields. Based on what we discovered, it seems the building is managed by an estate warden¡ªa woman named Catarina who reports back to Baron Edgar Beckhart."


    "And...?" Zark''thul queried, leaning back in his chair as a barmaid placed a tankard of ale in front of him.


    "I tried asking around about this Catarina, but nobody had anything to say about her," Clare added, making a small gesture with her hand. "The townspeople we asked said she just keeps to herself, mostly. Comes into town now and then to get her hands on supplies and a bit of this and that, but she''s never very talkative."


    Geneve chimed in, "I posed as a day laborer looking for work. I tried getting in on the crop fields, but the overseer sent me off. Apparently, only people personally endorsed by Catarina can work in the fields. Same thing went for the granary."


    "What of Edgar?" Zark''thul prompted. "Any relevant information about him?"


    Lyssa, who had been eating quietly during the exchange, spoke up. "He''s a bit of a recluse. Doesn''t have much of an affinity for people or mingling around at all. Spends most of his days holed up in his estate. A few of the folks we asked mentioned he''s something of a botanist, apparently."


    She cleared her throat briefly before continuing, "And one more thing: his reputation''s a bit stained, from what we could gather. He had an uncle or something like that that got sentenced for heresy against the church and the nobility."


    "Heresy?" Zark''thul repeated. He sat upright in his chair, hands crossed in front of him. "What were the charges?"


    "Adultery, sodomy, cavorting with fiends, and insulting the sanctity of the holy vestments or something like that," she replied. "Point is, the uncle''s gone, but the charges kinda tarnished the family name. Nobody likes them in the town much anymore. Not that they really did before, but now they like ''em even less."


    "Is that so?" Zark''thul drummed his fingers on the wooden surface of the table. He closed his eyes to think.


    Edgar. His warden, Catarina, managed the granary in question, as well as the surrounding farmlands. Given the history of his family, he might be a practitioner of the occult or, at the very least, have a favorable opinion of it. Furthermore, there were the peculiar symbols that Zark''thul had observed in the homes of the missing individuals, symbols he believed were connected to the cult in some way.


    This Baron was, at the very least, a suspicious figure to him, especially since his own people seemed to keep their distance from him. To say nothing of the fact that the abductions appeared to be connected to the granary itself. The target had practically dropped itself right into his lap.


    All that remained was to substantiate the link between the man and the nefarious activities occurring under his nose¡ªor under his command.


    "When you''re all done eating," Zark''thul addressed, "go look into this Baron''s activities. How he conducts himself, who he interacts with, and any other notable behaviors or incidents associated with him. I want you to scour the surrounding areas¡ªevery building, every possible inch of his property, if it proves necessary. I want you to dig deep. Whatever you find, report it back to me immediately."


    Without wasting any time, his Agents dispersed in pairs to fulfill their new directives¡ªonly Geneve remained seated at the table with him.


    "Was there something else, Agent?"


    "One of us has to protect you at all times, sir," she replied, raising her tankard to take a swig.


    He arched an eyebrow. "Now? Right as we are in the thick of an investigation?"


    "Especially now," she insisted, setting the drink down. "You never know when trouble might show up. Gotta be ready for it."


    He leaned back and looked away in thought. "It does seem unlikely that I''m in immediate danger..."


    "It''s no trouble, sir," she added. "You can carry on with whatever needs doing. I''ll just keep watch."


    Zark''thul looked her over once and then shrugged. He could carry on just the same with her nearby, and he wasn''t about to waste time arguing with her about whether protection was necessary. "As you please."


    <hr>


    While his Agents explored the Baron''s lands, Zark''thul watched with his Thousand Eyes of the Dark Beyond, keeping a close watch over their progress and surroundings. The estate was located at the end of a long road, concealed behind a row of poplars and shielded by a tall wooden fence with a locked gate. The building itself was a modest stone-and-wood structure with a tiled roof and a sizable garden on the grounds.


    Circling around the property, Zark''thul noted a separate timber structure¡ªlikely a barn or storage shed¡ªstanding adjacent to the house. But most importantly, the estate was secluded, the closest neighbor living at a considerable distance, well out of earshot.


    With his observations concluded, the spectral eyes vanished in a puff of dark smoke.


    His attention shifted to Geneve, who lay reclining on a bed in a state of apparent boredom. She busied herself by throwing a knife into the air and catching it deftly as it fell. With a sigh, she swung herself up into a sitting position, her legs dangling over the side of the bed.


    "What do you do for fun, sir?" she inquired, casually toying with the knife. "You don''t sleep, right? Or at least, I haven''t seen you do it."


    Zark''thul leveled his gaze at her, his tone deadpan. "Fun? What purpose would that serve in furthering my goals?"


    She seemed taken aback by his response, her expression shifting to one of surprise and disappointment. "Well, I mean, it''s for having fun? For passing the time, making moments memorable and stuff... I don''t know, isn''t that reason enough?"


    Zark''thul maintained his disinterested look. "Frivolous pursuits aren''t of interest to me. However, if you consider ''fun'' to be an exploration of sensory experiences, then, I suppose, what I am currently doing counts."


    Geneve tossed the knife upwards and deftly caught it between her fingers. She gave him a quizzical glance. "Uh... sensory experiences? What does that mean?"


    He steepled his fingers on the table, his elbows resting on its surface. "Exploring taste, scents, touch, visual stimuli¡ªanything that can trigger my nerves and cause them to respond, reminding me of my continued existence. Something to ensure I remain aware of my situation, especially now that I''ve been..." He trailed off as he searched for the right word. "Reduced, shall we say."


    "Hmm, I guess that''s fair enough." Geneve nodded slowly, her gaze drifting to the side. "Well, still, even that kind of fun is enjoyable, right? Having something to occupy your mind and make things entertaining..."


    "For some, perhaps. For me, it is a constant reminder of what I once was. Indulging in human-like activities will do little to change that." A pause lingered before he continued, "Why the question, Geneve? What does a simulacrum need with entertainment?"


    The knife slipped through Geneve''s fingers and clattered on the floor. Her expression shifted, mouth thinning into a tight line as she clenched her fists in her lap. She dropped her gaze to the floor.


    Zark''thul took note of her reaction. This wasn''t a throwaway thought. She genuinely seemed to take issue with his statement, so much so that she visibly deflated. He didn''t understand why.


    REDLINEs were genetically engineered clones, designed to be an obedient fighting force, from his understanding. They share identical nearly genetic material but diverge over time in skills and personalities, suggesting they are based on an original template¡ªmuch like simulacrums, which are often created as copies or duplicates.


    Whatever individualism that may sprout between them came later, through conditioning, experience, and sheer circumstance.


    They were, for all intents and purposes, interchangeable in nature. By design. Being addressed by the base descriptor, then¡ª''simulacrum''¡ªshould not have offended her, from his perspective.


    Still, he recently wondered why their personality and individual agency had begun to manifest so potently after receiving their new names. Did the act of naming them change something inherent within their nature, altering their purpose or state of being? Would they rebel against him over time?


    Elspeth had called them "Living, breathing, and very real people who might appreciate being treated as such." Yet, was that claim genuine, or was it a fabrication meant to prevent their misuse? He doubted that she would lie to him openly, but the possibility remained.


    The more he scrutinized the situation, the more confusing and muddled it became.


    Even recently, the three female REDLINEs had exhibited peculiar behavior towards him. By virtue of him serving as the primary vehicle for their activation and, more importantly, their designation, did they feel the need to honor that role in some way? They had established a dynamic in which each of them was, in turn, closest to him in proximity during the evenings.


    Was it some form of imprinting, perhaps? Such as hatchlings emerging from eggs would often see the first moving object in their vicinity, typically their mother, and immediately establish a lifelong connection?


    He had encountered many species of intelligent and non-intelligent life throughout the stars, in the dark expanses of the void. Many followed complex hierarchical structures, social and biological dynamics, and natural behaviors that dictated the basis of their relationships with those around them. Imprinting was only one of thousands of behavioral patterns.


    But even then, the mechanism underlying their strange disposition remained elusive.


    Observation and experimentation were needed. He might not have any personal interest in exploring that line of inquiry, but understanding these connections would help him employ them more effectively in the field.


    Geneve finally broke the silence. "Sir... even if we''re simulacrums, it doesn''t mean we don''t appreciate fun."


    He wasn''t particularly inclined to have this conversation, not now, but her apparent interest in the subject compelled him. To end the conversation with simple words felt counterproductive, likely damaging her psyche to the point of reduced combat efficiency.


    That won''t do.


    "I apologize," he stated. "I spoke out of turn."


    The words sounded awkward coming from him, even to his own ears.


    Awkward and utterly unremarkable. But she seemed to react to them positively; a subtle relaxation in her muscles and a returning light in her eyes betrayed the sentiment behind his words.


    She slowly met his gaze, a slight hint of moisture lingering around the corners of her eyes.


    "You have nothing to apologize for, sir. If anyone should, it''s me. It was a stupid question. You just... gave your answer, and that''s that," she said, leaning over to pick up the knife. She turned it idly between her fingers, avoiding his gaze once more.


    "Hmm. If you say so," he responded, "But should the moment arise when you wish to bring any grievances or questions to my attention, I''ll listen."


    With a soft nod, she simply said, "Okay."

 Chapter 15: Culling the Bale

    Later that afternoon, his Agents returned and joined Zark''thul and Geneve in the upstairs chambers.


    They reported nothing of note¡ªthe Beckhart estate was small, ordinary, and isolated, save for the servants and groundskeepers who went about their business. There were a few guards on patrol, but none of them were near the estate proper. Nothing seemed amiss.


    Zark''thul leaned back in his chair as he pondered the situation, tapping a finger against his temple.


    None of his agents had seen anything to suggest the presence of a cult. Only the markings in the homes of the missing people connected the incidents. However, the fact that the estate and its granary were clearly involved was enough to lead him to believe that Baron Edgar was tied to the goings-on.


    Raiding the granary first might offer more definitive proof of his involvement. Alternatively, if Edgar was part of the cult, they could sneak onto the property, grab him, and interrogate him until he confessed. After getting what they needed, they could raid the granary.


    There was also the choice of doing both simultaneously. That approach was faster, but it could come with its own complications.


    Choosing the former option¡ªraiding the granary first¡ªZark''thul rose from his seat and slipped on his overcoat.


    "You all know what to do," he declared. "Gear up, and prepare to mobilize. We''re leaving for the granary."


    At his command, the Agents hurried to ready themselves.


    <hr>


    Under the cover of night, Zark''thul and his Agents navigated the moonlit back roads of the town, en route to the granary. When they reached the edge of the fields, they stayed hidden within the shadows of the wheat and approached their target. The large wooden structure loomed on the outskirts of town, dwarfing the smaller grain storage houses and cart stations scattered nearby.


    Like the previous night, there was no sign of anyone guarding the main entrance or the surrounding area. No patrol or lookout on the roof, not even a lamp or lantern providing light from a window.


    Peculiar. A well-organized cult wouldn''t leave their secret base completely exposed. Or would they? Maybe this wasn''t their headquarters after all.


    Only one way to find out.


    "The subtlety ends here. Go down there and kill all hostiles¡ªno, leave one alive. I want at least one person left breathing to interrogate. Ignore the abducted¡ªwe''ll deal with them later. Overwhelm and kill everything else. I''ll have some of my eyes lead the way."


    "Acknowledged, sir!"


    With a curt nod, he pointed towards the entrance. "Go."


    Immediately, they sprang into action.


    Ten scrying eyes materialized in front of Zark''thul and flew ahead of his team. He noticed, as the Agents moved in the darkness, that they had masks pulled over their faces. That was curious. They hadn''t done that before, though it did offer them additional anonymity if they were spotted. Wherever they had procured the new gear didn''t matter to him, as long as it served a functional purpose.


    They opened the trap door beneath the floor of the granary with a barely audible creak. Zark''thul''s eyes flew in first, casting a weak but palpable illumination, thanks to their spectral blue radiance. Once inside, the floating orbs rapidly dispersed throughout the underground maze.


    There, a crossroads. Here, a row of doors leading to living quarters. Further along, a series of interconnected chambers housing people in various states of preparation. Blood, cloth, runes. Walls lined with bone shelves, each filled with esoteric materials and tomes. Ritual circles, painted in crimson. Bodies hung from hooks, suspended from the ceiling by chains.


    He counted nineteen hostiles, dressed in the same robes as the kidnappers. Some carried weapons. Others were busy tending to the abducted. Most of them were absorbed in their work and remained unaware of their impending doom.


    With a signal from one of the scrying eyes, the REDLINEs rushed into the tunnels, following the blue lights like spectral breadcrumbs. There were no words exchanged, no cheers, no cries¡ªonly the crack of gunfire, followed by the echo of rapid footsteps on stone.


    Bodies dropped in the first second. Panicked shouts rang out in the confined spaces, only to be cut short by the finality of steel and lead.


    Zark''thul made his way down the trap door, leaving his remaining scrying eyes behind as watchers in case anyone¡ªor anything¡ªunexpected decided to enter from outside.


    His coat rippled gently with his movement, a stark contrast to the quiet footsteps that followed him as he moved. The crackle of gunfire punctuated the silence, and he rounded a corner to witness the final shots being fired. A figure draped in a crimson robe fell, two smoldering wounds in their back. They lay face-down, unmoving.


    "This is the last room, sir," Byron remarked, flicking blood from his blade.


    Zark''thul gave him a brief glance and acknowledged with a nod.


    "I''ve checked around for a second exit, sir," Clare chimed in. "Looks like the entry point is the only one. Found this though." She held up a hand-sized journal and offered it to him. "Must''ve been important. One of the cultists kept close to it. Seemed to be in a rush to take it somewhere too."


    He reached out, taking the journal from her. Flipping it open to a random page revealed cramped handwriting etched onto the parchment. It held notes on rituals, details on preparations, and outlines for summoning ''the true Mother of Flesh, Nai''hum.''


    Nai''hum. He recognized that name.


    A Qliphoth that specialized in harnessing flesh as a medium for creation, transfiguration, and decomposition. Not one of the most powerful of its kind, but potent nonetheless. Unlike the rest, Nai''hum was the closest to following the Eldritch way.


    An admirable creature, in Zark''thul''s mind, and he believed them to be a waste to awaken on the whim of a mere cult.


    His fingers trailed idly over the journal''s contents before snapping it shut and slipping it into his coat. "You said one was kept alive, yes?"


    Byron shifted his stance slightly. "Yes, sir. This way."


    Zark''thul followed Byron back down the tunnel. They passed a blood-soaked hallway, lined with crimson-stained walls, the smell of fresh viscera hanging heavy in the air. Moments later, they emerged into a large chamber filled with cages. Men, women, and children were crammed tightly together. They all bore blank, haunted expressions.


    In the corner of the room, a robed figure lay unconscious, face pressed against the stone floor. A woman, from the look of it. Her right arm was completely severed at the shoulder. Byron''s handiwork, no doubt. Geneve stood over her.


    That one must be Catarina.


    "Well done. I''ll take it from here." He grabbed the captive by the neck and lifted her into the air. "Everyone else, secure the area. Search every inch. Gather anything and anyone of importance. Everything must be accounted for before we depart."


    "Acknowledged, sir!"


    The captive coughed, eyes fluttering open. As she regained consciousness, her features contorted in pain and shock, struggling against the vicelike grip around her neck. She gasped, trying to breathe, eyes wide with panic.


    He grinned at her. "You and I are going to have a nice chat..."


    <hr>


    "What have you done!?" Catarina choked out as she gazed at the carnage around her, her arm stump bleeding heavily, pain etched across her face. "It''s too soon, our god must awaken now, and the Fleshmother needs us... We needed more flesh for the chrysalis, so many more sacrifices were needed..." Her voice trailed off in a disoriented mumble.


    And here he thought that the interrogation would be troublesome, only for the woman to freely spew everything when she awoke. Rather anticlimactic.


    "And Edgar? Who is he to you, and what has he been up to?"


    The woman looked at him, bewilderment etched on her features. Then her expression shifted to one of fervent determination, her teeth clenching tightly. "The master''s plans will be complete! The cult will ascend¡ª!"


    "Wrong."


    His fist collided with the center of her face. Teeth cracked and fell to the floor in bloody clumps. Fragments of her nasal bones tore through her cheeks, eliciting a bloodcurdling cry from her lips.


    "Try again."


    "We live and die for Nai''hum! May she ascend and drape her vast glory over our wretched mortal plane forever!"


    Zark''thul narrowed his eyes and inhaled slowly. He couldn''t tell if the fanaticism in her voice was a ruse or if she genuinely believed her words. Either way, it had become irritating.


    He lowered Catarina to the ground and let her collapse. After adjusting the collar of his suit and cuffs, he brought his heel down on her intact arm. Bone shattered under the weight, and she let out a stifled scream. Her broken jaw gaped in agony, dark blood trailing down her lips and chin.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    "I will ask this only once more. What does the Beckhart household have to do with the abductions and rituals taking place here? Cooperate, and your death will be swift."


    "N-nuugh... aieese... ahsenth..." Catarina moaned through a mixture of spit, blood, and broken teeth. Each word was a labored effort that eventually gave way to tears. She weakly raised her remaining hand. "I caeun fheeeeeee..."


    The situation was as disappointing as it was irritating. She was far too broken to communicate, and further questioning would yield nothing. Not to mention he was ruining his clothes in the process.


    "Pathetic." He promptly stomped on her throat, silencing her forever. Blood spurted from her mouth as the light dimmed from her eyes.


    Killing that woman didn''t leave Zark''thul satisfied, though it did save him time.


    He manifested his Voracious Maw of the Abyss, his palm slowly parting and blackening as something writhed beneath the skin. An abyssal mouth yawned open on his hand, revealing jagged, misaligned teeth.


    Without a word, he pressed the mouth onto the body, devouring Catarina''s remains in a swift gulp.


    "Hm?" Something of value lay within her memories.


    Shadows gathered, forming images before him. Memories from the past three months floated before his eyes in disjointed scenes¡ªplans, rituals, visits to a small estate, interactions with Edgar and a handful of others, and copious amounts of screaming.


    Ah, Edgar. The key to understanding everything was right there. According to the memories he devoured, the Beckhart lineage''s connection to the Qliphoth Nai''hum ran deep, rooted in some ancient pact with his ancestor. An agreement that required Edgar to assist the cult in exchange for some ''blessing'' when the entity awakened.


    One memory involved a heated argument between Edgar and Catarina in the manor''s courtyard. It seemed he had recently tried to back out of his end of the deal. Such an attempt to break their bond did not sit well with the cultists.


    There was also a recollection of the Qliphoth''s chrysalis¡ªa massive, writhing ball of flesh buried deep beneath a city. Dozens of sacrifices had already been made to hasten its metamorphosis.


    This town must have served as an additional source of living material.


    Tch. The chrysalis still seemed to be in its early stages, so severing any ties the cult had with it could halt its progress. However, Zark''thul didn''t know the location of the city or the creature''s exact whereabouts.


    At the very least, he learned that the cult had split into several factions, each assigned to manage its own region. Their activity spread far beyond this town alone, with larger forces at work.


    Catarina hadn''t possessed any knowledge of the main branch''s whereabouts or the true leader''s identity. Such details were kept from her¡ªprobably intentionally.


    For now, though, that was enough.


    He took out his AetherLink and tapped the screen.


    <blockquote>


    [Directive 2-1] Investigate the Strange Rumors


    [Objective] Investigate rumors of disappearances, shadowy figures, and rising discontent within the town of Athebury. Find out what lies at the heart of these disturbances and resolve the problem.


    [You have cleared the objective successfully. Hostile parties were identified, eliminated, and their hideout investigated. All surviving abducted persons were rescued and the hideout secured.]


    [Do you wish to submit the mission as ''Complete''? (Y/N)]


    </blockquote>


    Well... this was new. Normally the system would have displayed a message of completion without needing his input. What did it mean?


    Ah, the bonus objective. If there was one, then that might be why the system had not acknowledged completion just yet.


    Zark''thul pressed ''No'', and the device minimized the panel.


    The choice of completing the mission was now his. How interesting.


    Still, the specifics regarding the bonus objective eluded him. Did the system require further information or concrete proof of resolution before marking the task as accomplished? Something else?


    The specifics weren''t mentioned in the objective, so he could only guess.


    As he closed his AetherLink, Lyssa came to a halt beside him. "Sir!"


    "What is it?"


    "There''s something you should see," she said.


    He followed Lyssa to a sizable room filled with bookcases, alchemical benches, tables piled with notes, and all manner of tools and materials. Amidst the chaos on one of the desks lay a map of the town. Notes in a scribbled shorthand marked specific locations.


    At a quick glance, the areas corresponded to where many of the abductions had occurred in town.


    But that wasn''t all. The positions of these locations formed a pattern¡ªone that he had seen before in Catarina''s memories.


    A ley line network. Each location had a node or junction point associated with it.


    The cult wasn''t just blindly abducting people¡ªthey were following a plan, collecting sacrificial materials along this grid. The question was why.


    Normally, wouldn''t they perform their rituals directly at each node or junction? Why gather material, transport it to some hideout, then release the energies through ritual there, only to carry the processed energy back to a different location?


    Unless...


    The markings.


    Back at the missing people''s homes, he had observed the markings on the walls of their abodes. Were those connected somehow?


    His finger traced the map, mentally reconstructing the symbols he had seen. Each of the locations bore those specific sigils.


    If those symbols had something to do with the ritual, and they were placed along a ley line network, then...


    "Transference nodes. That''s what they are," he said to himself.


    He turned to Lyssa. "Bring me one of the survivors."


    "Yessir!"


    She stepped out and soon returned, escorting an abducted person. A man.


    His features were pale, gaunt, and a hollow emptiness dwelled within his eyes. He wore a clean, white tunic that barely concealed the lacerations and markings engraved on his skin beneath.


    Zark''thul paced around him, observing the patterns on his body. The cult had etched deep, blood-encrusted runes into the survivor''s flesh, the raw, irritated edges of the wounds hinting at the sheer agony inflicted upon him.


    After a brief examination, he abruptly gripped the man''s left arm, forcing his sleeve up to reveal a familiar symbol near his wrist. The design matched the one from one of the homes he had investigated.


    "I see."


    "U-uhm, sir?" Lyssa glanced back and forth between them. "I don''t quite follow. What do you see?"


    He pointed to the symbol on the arm. "Those markings. They were engraved on the walls of the abducted residents'' homes. But what I failed to notice at the time was that each home was marked with a different symbol." He paused. "These survivors, their flesh... it serves as a medium."


    "A medium...?" She cocked her head.


    "A transference medium," Zark''thul clarified. "The cult performs rituals here and sends the harvested energies to each marked residence along the ley lines. From there, it feeds the chrysalis¡ªwhich I assume will be at the nexus point of this entire network."


    She scratched her head. "I...don''t follow at all."


    "You don''t need to." He returned the map to the table. "How many survivors are there?"


    "Uhm..." She raised a hand, counting off silently. "Six, sir."


    "So few..." He clicked his tongue. "Very well. Take him back."


    "Acknowledged, sir." She bowed and led the man away.


    Zark''thul lingered, his eyes locked onto the symbols on the map. After a moment, he turned and left.


    There was no reason to remain any longer. His mission was complete. The cult''s scheme was foiled¡ªat least locally¡ªand some of the missing townspeople were freed. The bonus objective might still be incomplete, but now he had a good idea of what was required for it.


    <hr>


    "How did you discover all of this?" Count Tarris stared at the documents arrayed before him on the polished oak desk. His eyes, ringed with dark circles, revealed the weight of recent events. Despite the late hour, the Count had not retired for the night, instead poring over the evidence Zark''thul had brought from the cult''s hideout.


    Zark''thul sat across from the count in a high-backed leather chair. "Let''s just say I employed... alternative methods, to extract the information from a group of individuals."


    "Unsavory methods, I assume? How barbaric." Count Tarris shook his head. "However, considering what they were planning, I guess that is what those bastards deserved."


    Zark''thul wasn''t about to admit that he literally ate his way to the truth. He simply nodded, adjusting a cuff of his suit. "Now that the information is in your hands, you should have no trouble handling the aftermath, especially with Baron Edgar''s involvement."


    "I didn''t think a Beckhart would be capable of something like this..." the count muttered, a mix of disappointment and disbelief etching his face. "I''m not going to lie, their reputation as nobles wasn''t exactly spotless, but this is a far cry from being eccentric."


    "That''s irrelevant now. The priority is dealing with the cult''s remaining agents."


    "I know, I know." Count Tarris rubbed his eyes. "We''re still on a manhunt for the remaining cultists; hopefully, we''ll capture them all without incident. The Baron, though..." He trailed off, his eyes narrowing. "He''s barricaded himself in his estate. I''ve sent some of my knights to demand his surrender, but I''m not holding my breath."


    Zark''thul traced a finger along the armrest. "Should you require any additional support, know that I can send my Agents to assist."


    "I appreciate the offer. I don''t see the need for extra aid, but I''ll keep it in mind."


    "Understood." Zark''thul rose from his seat. "I believe we''ve covered everything. I''ll take my leave now."


    Count Tarris stood up as well. "Alright. You''ve done this town a great service, Master Mycroft. The Northmen Trader''s Guild is blessed to have someone like you in their ranks."


    Zark''thul offered a polite nod. "I merely did what was required of me to ensure business here could continue unimpeded."


    They shook hands, and Zark''thul turned to leave. The moment he stepped out of the estate, his AetherLink beeped.


    <blockquote>


    [Directive 2-1] Investigate the Strange Rumors


    [Objective] Investigate rumors of disappearances, shadowy figures, and rising discontent within the town of Athebury. Find out what lies at the heart of these disturbances and resolve the problem.


    [You have cleared the objective successfully. All hostile parties identified have been eliminated or captured. All surviving abducted persons have been safely rescued or otherwise accounted for. The bonus objective has also been cleared: You have succeeded in reporting your findings to the relevant authority and made arrangements for the follow-up.]


    [Do you wish to submit the directive as ''Complete''? (Y/N)]


    </blockquote>


    Ah, so that was all he needed to do. To think, he was so close to completing it last night.


    He tapped ''Yes.''


    [Mission has been completed.]


    [You''ve unlocked Athebury as a waypoint destination]


    With that, the display closed. Satisfied, he closed his AetherLink.


    There was nothing left to do here. They had recovered the abducted townsfolk, wiped out the cultists in the underground lair, and provided evidence of Edgar''s involvement in the kidnappings. And, as an additional measure, he had informed the count about the larger plot''s implications, though he had chosen to omit the information about the Qliphoth chrysalis.


    Surely the Count would be able to handle what remained.


    With that, Zark''thul signaled for his Agents to prepare to depart. They had already rounded up their belongings and were awaiting his command. The town might be in an uproar, but Zark''thul and his Agents had fulfilled their part. They were no longer needed here.

 Chapter 16: First Hiree

    Two days after returning to the Tower, Zark''thul tapped his fingers on the desk in his office. Several holo-screens hovered before him, displaying data and stats, though his attention was focused on the new directives displayed on the interface.


    <blockquote>


    [Directive 2-2] Broker a Deal with the Kaldeck Company


    [Difficulty] ¡ï¡ï¡î¡î¡î


    [Objective] Make contact with Kaldeck Company and broker a mutually beneficial contract between them and the Northmen Traders Guild. Representatives have agreed to meet your Agents in the city of Ichthys.


    [Repeatable] No


    </blockquote>


    A negotiation of sorts. Hardly appealing.


    Even with his current position, he didn''t fancy himself a business specialist. He possessed vast knowledge and experience in various of fields¡ªthanks to having subsumed countless beings¡ªbut the intricacies of such formal agreements were less clear to him.


    Business dealings were the human way of organizing their world and managing resources, often measured in abstract or symbolic units of worth. This task, essentially an exercise in bartering, held little appeal. Still, it needed to be done, and he had to play the role of a businessman as long as he remained in his current body.


    "Right, then." His eyes drifted over the next directive.


    <blockquote>


    [Directive 2-3] Extract Information from a Suspicious Merchant


    [Difficulty] ¡ï¡î¡î¡î¡î


    [Objective] Infiltrate the warehouse of the merchant named Vholux and extract information. His trade operations have been linked to the illegal trafficking of people and contraband in the city of Ichthys. Locate the appropriate documents, confront the target, and turn him in to the authorities.


    [Repeatable] No


    </blockquote>


    Vaguely reminiscent of his most recent escapade in Athebury. Was the Tower trying to imply something?


    He flicked through the instructions again; the order of the operations seemed open-ended. Did it mean they could be done simultaneously? The objectives both referenced the city of Ichthys.


    Hmm...


    The next two screens appeared.


    <blockquote>


    [Directive 2-4] Recover Stolen Supplies


    [Difficulty] ¡ï¡î¡î¡î¡î


    [Objective] A convoy of caravans carrying a shipment of guild supplies has been attacked and looted by a group of marauders in the mountains of Korvu. Infiltrate the marauder camp, retrieve the supplies, and punish the thieves. Dead or alive.


    [Repeatable] Yes


    </blockquote>


    A clear and direct objective. Repeatable too. Ideal.


    <blockquote>


    [Directive 2-5] Capture a Rogue Mage


    [Difficulty] ¡ï¡î¡î¡î¡î


    [Objective] A mage who previously sold his services to the Northmen Trader Guild has gone rogue and stolen vital knowledge from the guild. Reports have placed him at a hideout in the mountains of Korvu. Capture or eliminate the rogue mage and retrieve any sensitive information or materials in his possession.


    [Repeatable] No


    </blockquote>


    Zark''thul contemplated the directives. Two of them were linked to the same city, while the other two were connected to the same mountain.


    He sifted through the documents and maps Elspeth had given him.


    Athebury, Ichthys, and the Korvu mountain range. They were all positioned within the same region. The region was marked as ''Pharyl.'' To the southwest lay the capital, ''Andurth.'' Athebury was directly south of the capital, Ichthys lay southwest of the capital, and the Korvu mountain range ran between the capital and Ichthys.


    It seemed his next tasks all centered around this one specific region.


    He scanned the map for where the marshland that the previous directives had sent him to was located. It was indeed south of Athebury. Everything was connected. How convenient.


    Doing each directive one at a time was simple but inefficient. As much as he wanted to personally handle each one, he remembered Elspeth''s earlier advice to ''leverage'' his Agents as employees.


    He could dispatch different squads to handle each objective separately. It was the best way to cover all the ground quickly and ensure a more efficient deployment of his resources.


    But he only had two squads to work with, and one of them was predominantly goblinoid whose expertise revolved around strength rather than subtlety. One of the directives involved negotiation, while the other entailed infiltration.


    He doubted either of these would play to the strengths of a brute squad. Maybe the one that involved capturing or eliminating the rogue mage in the mountains could work, but that was his least promising option. That left the supply recovery mission for the brutes.


    In contrast, his REDLINEs were much more versatile and suited to a wider range of tasks. That said, he couldn''t afford to have them split up; a full squad would provide better coordination and execution for their upcoming missions.


    He needed more Agents, plain and simple.


    <hr>


    The Summoning Chamber hummed to life once again, the alcoves lining the walls activating with a low thrum. As before, the ceiling shifted and spun, an interplay of intricate machinery adjusting into new alignments. Glowing runes etched around the central platform illuminated the chamber in a soft, ethereal light.


    Zark''thul and Elspeth stood at the edge platform, the same spot they had occupied for previous summoning rituals.


    "Another batch of REDLINEs?" she inquired.


    "Not much choice, is there?" He selected the REDLINEs dossier on the interface and locked in the request. The platform''s gears turned as they initiated the summoning sequence. "Versatility is our priority. These are the most suitable candidates."


    A pillar of light erupted from the platform, accompanied by a deep bass hum, which pulsed through the chamber. Within the radiance, ghostly figures coalesced into physical bodies, materializing under the summoning pillar.


    Five new Agents, all clad in the familiar grey bodysuits, stood before them. As their eyes adjusted to the surroundings, their expressions shifted from initial confusion to sharp focus.


    "Sir," they intoned in unison, offering crisp salutes to Zark''thul.


    "At ease," he responded, and the Agents relaxed their stance.


    He checked their information on the AetherLink, and his brows knitted together. All five were at the lowest rarity, Common¡ªand one-stars at that.


    This wasn''t unexpected. These Agents were there to fill an immediate need, not to become indispensable assets. Still, it was slightly disappointing.


    <blockquote>


    Name: (Unnamed)


    Type: REDLINEs, Male


    Role: Artillery


    Rarity: ¡î (Common)


    Level: 1


    Morale: 80%


    </blockquote>


    <blockquote>


    Name: (Unnamed)


    Type: REDLINEs, Male


    Role: Support


    Rarity: ¡î (Common)


    Level: 1


    Morale: 80%


    </blockquote>


    <blockquote>


    Name: (Unnamed)


    Type: REDLINEs, Female


    Role: Controller


    Rarity: ¡î (Common)


    Level: 1


    Morale: 80%


    </blockquote>


    <blockquote>


    Name: (Unnamed)


    Type: REDLINEs, Male


    Role: Assassin


    Rarity: ¡î (Common)


    Level: 1


    Morale: 80%


    </blockquote>


    <blockquote>


    Name: (Unnamed)


    Type: REDLINEs, Male


    Role: Tank


    Rarity: ¡î (Common)


    Level: 1


    Morale: 80%


    </blockquote>


    Unnamed. It seemed like REDLINEs didn''t start with one after all. He learned from the first squad that receiving proper names provided them with a sense of identity, enhancing their cohesion and performance.


    But thinking up names on the spot was something he didn''t want to go through right now.


    "You''re all part of Squad 3. Select names for yourselves at your discretion. Ask for advice from your compatriots if need be. After you''ve completed Elspeth''s orientation, I''ll provide a further briefing. Dismissed."


    "Squad 3, acknowledged," they replied in unison.


    That settled, he turned his attention to the next task.


    He returned to his office to check on his current resources and see what else he might need. The desk interface illuminated at his touch, presenting a variety of options. He tapped on the "Storage" function. An array of icons flashed by, each representing a different item type: Gear, Consumables, Artifacts, and Materials.


    He checked his stock of materials, looking for the two items required for an Agent upgrade¡ªExperience Cores and Skill Books.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    [Experience Core (Basic) x 74]


    [Skill Book (Basic) x 4]


    Not nearly enough, but a good start.


    Fortunately, it seemed like the Tower allowed him ample time to build up his resources. The time limit for completing each directive didn''t start until he formally accepted it. He was tempted to accelerate through the second floor immediately, but the available directives were far more complex.


    He accepted that he would need to spend time grinding for resources before attempting them. That meant rotating his squads to run the first floor''s directives on repeat. Not that he hadn''t done that already, but this time, it would be all three squads simultaneously.


    <hr>


    Three days later...


    [Squad 1 has completed Directive 1-3. Squad 2 has completed Directive 1-5. Squad 3 has completed Directive 1-2. Rewards have been added to your account.]


    [You''ve gained 400 Experience in total]


    [You have advanced to Level 5]


    [You have acquired the ability ''Aura of the Eldritch Terror'']


    Zark''thul had spent a week within the Tower, allocating the first-floor tasks to his squads. Each squad ran the directives on a cycle, returning to the Tower to replenish their strength and rotate the next task.


    He checked the details of his newly acquired ability in his AetherLink¡ªthough he had a hunch about it already.


    <blockquote>


    [Aura of the Eldritch Terror] As a vestige of your eldritch nature, your mere presence exudes a palpable aura of unease. Mere mortals are at constant risk of being stunned while facing you. Enemies in your vicinity become unsettled, suffering from penalties to their attack power and defenses. As the embodiment of eldritch might, your Agents feel inspired by your presence, experiencing boosts to their morale, attack power, and defense.


    This aura scales with the potency of your level and any applicable gear or artifacts. Mortal fear is an echo of your ineffable essence, the primordial terror that once thrived in the beyond. Cost: 5 Essence; Duration: 2 minutes.


    </blockquote>


    Upon activating this ability, a pulsating, amorphous sphere of shifting darkness and disturbing organic shapes encompassed Zark''thul''s entire office. The sound of slithering tentacles, grating teeth, and formless whispers seemed to reverberate from every corner, creating a disorienting soundscape that filled the room with an unsettling ambiance.


    Zark''thul smiled, amused at the recognition he had long awaited. This ability was a nostalgic remnant from before his demise, albeit considerably weaker than its original incarnation.


    It seemed to serve a largely psychological function now. Mortals might feel unsettled or panicked in his presence, but if the effect didn''t immediately stun them, they''d have enough time to collect themselves before attacking.


    Ah, the path to recovering his former glory was steep and arduous. Perhaps when he achieved level thirty, or forty, or maybe more, he might truly become an embodiment of Eldritch power once again. Though, whether his human vessel could withstand the strain remained a question.


    "Sir?" Elspeth''s voice reached him through the cacophony of his own malevolent presence.


    He deactivated his ability, and the unsettling darkness gradually faded. "Elspeth?"


    "Apologies, sir. I wanted to inform you that all squads have returned from their missions. As anticipated, no losses have been incurred."


    His gaze fell upon her face, a picture of clinical detachment even in the wake of his overwhelming aura. He had already expected it wouldn''t faze her¡ªshe was neither human nor easily disturbed¡ªbut still, an aspect of himself hoped otherwise.


    Her brows furrowed slightly in a subtle display of uncertainty. "Will there be any further orders, or should we resume our regular schedule, sir?"


    Zark''thul tapped a few keys on his keyboard, then stood up from his chair. "I''m still missing an Agent who specializes in negotiations and diplomacy. I''d do it myself but that directive specifically stipulates the use of my Agents instead."


    Elspeth inclined her head, indicating her agreement. "Generally, Agents are geared towards combat-oriented roles. They''re able to perform many tasks to some extent, but more specialized knowledge requires a different personnel type."


    "So we''ve got other roles, then?"


    "Correct. Each employee type serves a distinct role within the Tower. ''Agents'' fulfill field operative duties, handling activities outside the Tower''s boundaries. Then there are ''Receptionists'' who manage front desk operations and guest coordination, and ''Researchers'' for scientific or arcane inquiries."


    "So what we need is some kind of business-oriented role."


    "That would be a ''Specialist.'' They are highly skilled individuals who serve specific administrative or operational functions. Their designation isn''t limited to business operations; there are many types of specialists who can fulfill other necessary roles as well."


    "How do I get one?"


    "By hiring them directly from the city outside the Tower."


    Zark''thul paused. "I have to go out and hire someone?"


    "Normally, you''d issue a job posting in the city''s employment market, which is accessible through your AetherLink, and then interview the applicants that respond. I''ve taken the liberty of doing so in advance. You''ve received several responses, and five of them have been shortlisted as potential hires.


    "However, regulations require that all interviews be conducted personally to ensure the process is carried out properly. A list of the prospective hires, along with their relevant details, has been forwarded to you."


    He checked his AetherLink. Sure enough, the data had arrived.


    "Are they... Agents?" He looked at her.


    "No, sir. These are local candidates from the city. They are a blend of various species."


    "I''d have to interview applicants, then?"


    "Regulations require it. A personal interview is mandatory."


    What a nuisance.


    <hr>


    The next day...


    Zark''thul sat across from his latest interviewee in the second floor''s small meeting room. This was the last candidate of the day, and his patience was wearing thin. All the candidates had been dressed smartly, seated straight-backed and proper, only to blunder when confronted with the intricacies of the role''s requirements.


    These people seemed utterly unaware of how woefully unprepared they were for the positions they had applied for.


    Interviews were an act of masquerade: both sides knew there was a facade, a dance of predetermined steps. The job seekers danced to his tune, parroting what they presumed he wanted to hear. They answered, they smiled, and they withdrew. There was no substance or individuality. It was an illusion, an impersonation, nothing more.


    His annoyance with the whole affair was only exacerbated by the fact that his business was elsewhere, handling directives and orchestrating the missions of his Agents. Being anchored in this room, away from the action, frustrated him.


    However, this candidate seated before him was... different from the others.


    Firstly, she wasn''t human.


    She was a Gixiet, a type of alien bearing a striking resemblance to humans¡ªsave for the vibrant blue skin, angular ears, and segmented horns that jutted out from the top of her head, the points curling backward. Her hair was styled into long braids that coiled around her neck and rested on her shoulders like silken ropes.


    Gixiet were a spacefaring race known for their uncanny beauty and innate psionic powers. Their psychic abilities were potent, making them excellent tacticians and negotiators¡ªat least, according to the dossier provided by Elspeth.


    Appearance-wise, the Gixiet before him could be described as comely. She was dressed in a meticulously tailored suit and projected an aura of refinement, confidence, and intelligence. The otherworldly allure of her appearance didn''t detract from her professional demeanor.


    Yet, something else caught his attention.


    Her gaze, was oddly... curious, perhaps even eager. There was a glimmer in her eyes he couldn''t quite define. The other candidates all behaved uniformly, almost as if they had a template to follow¡ª eyes forward, head up, voice pitched, and body language controlled. Not this one.


    She was fixated on him, her pupils dilating slightly in focus, or perhaps... fascination?


    Maybe this interview wouldn''t be as dull as the others.


    "So, Xashai, I presume?" he asked, picking up her dossier from the table.


    "That is correct," she replied, her voice lilting in a faint alien cadence.


    The dossier provided an extensive summary of her credentials¡ªno surprises there, since every candidate before her was similarly impressive on paper. But that wasn''t what mattered.


    "Tell me, Xashai, why do you want this job?" He watched her closely.


    "To experience something different," she replied without missing a beat, her eyes never leaving his. "To work with someone who isn''t... boring."


    There it was again, that glint in her eyes. Something... hungry.


    "I see. Let''s dig a bit deeper, shall we?" He set her dossier aside and leaned in, eyes locking onto hers. "In your words, how do you approach problem-solving, negotiation, and crisis management?"


    She leaned forward, mirroring his movements, their gazes connecting across the table. "When dealing with a crisis, I would immediately assess the situation for its root causes. Then, I would either address them myself or direct the appropriate parties to resolve the matter promptly."


    "And in terms of negotiation?"


    "I excel at it. I have a way with words, with knowing how to sway individuals to my perspective. However, the process tends to bore me."


    He raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"


    She shrugged. "People are... easy to predict. Boring. Once you understand them, everything falls into place."


    "What if they don''t? What if they refuse to yield?"


    Her lips curled into a sly smile. "Then I have other means of persuasion." A flicker of light danced around her irises, a clear display of her psionic capabilities.


    Now that intrigued him. "Could you give me an example of such ''persuasion''?"


    "Let''s say I''m negotiating a trade agreement, and the other party is being unreasonable and arrogant. First, I''d try to convince them through words and reason. Language has a way of shaping perceptions; a slight inflection here, an emphasis there, and you can subtly shift someone''s view. But, if they insist on being stubborn..." Her smile broadened, a hint of menace edging into her tone. "Well, let''s just say I can make them change their mind, whether they want to or not."


    Zark''thul was no stranger to manipulation or mental compulsion, having used these tactics extensively during his tenure as an eldritch being. But what intrigued him was her use of it as a last resort.


    "You enjoy the challenge then?" he inquired.


    "I do," she affirmed, leaning back in her seat. "The thrill of the hunt, the pursuit of prey, that moment where they realize they''ve been ensnared¡ªit''s intoxicating. Yet, at the same time, there''s a certain..." She trailed off, as if considering her next words carefully. "I''m not a brute. If I can get what I want with a well-placed phrase, a deft turn of logic, or an emotional appeal, I''d rather employ that. Coercion, as effective as it can be, is... crude."


    Zark''thul found himself slightly impressed with her response. There was an air of sophistication to her words, a hint of depth that the other candidates lacked. Plus, the prospect of someone with her caliber of expertise and ruthless efficiency was indeed attractive.


    If only all candidates interviewed were as competent as her, not just on paper.


    "Do you have any other questions for me?" she asked.


    "How would you manage a team of field operatives and would you have a problem with taking instructions from a lower lifeform such as a human?"


    "Oh, not at all. I find humans rather endearing, to be honest," she said. "As for managing field operatives, while I''ve never been in a formal managerial role before, I''m a quick study. Plus, given the right tools and authority, I''m sure I can manage just fine. But, to be clear, these operatives, are they humans?"


    "Close enough," he said. "Humanoid, at least."


    "Fascinating." She cocked her head to the side. "You''re quite different from them, aren''t you? Human, that is." She studied him with an inquisitive gaze. "There''s a certain aura about you, something... different."


    "Do tell me more." He leaned forward, intrigued.


    Elspeth cleared her throat audibly. He was getting too lost in this conversation and veering too far off-script for her liking. The job interview was not for him to indulge in his own interests, she wanted to say.


    "Ahem," he coughed, getting back to the matter at hand. "Regardless, if you were to join us, the operatives you would be managing are made up of highly advanced artificial humans. They require no supervision aside from clear directions, and you won''t have any problems with them. They''ll do exactly as you tell them to."


    "Does that mean I''m hired?" she asked, the eagerness back in her voice.


    "Yes. Welcome to the team, Xashai. Your first directive starts now."


    [You''ve hired ''Xashai'']


    <blockquote>


    Name: Xashai


    Species: Gixiet, Female


    Role: Specialist (Business Negotiator)


    Rarity: ¡î¡î¡î (Rare)


    Level: 10


    Ability: Psionic (Intuitive Empathy, Emotion Augmentation)


    </blockquote>


    [You have unlocked the option to hire employees under a new personnel type: ''Specialists''. Specialists are non-combat personnel with enhanced skills and expertise.]


    "Thank you, sir." She rose from her seat, smoothing down her suit. "I assure you, you won''t be disappointed."


    "Let us hope not. Now, Elspeth will show you around." He gestured to Elspeth, who responded with a silent nod.


    "With pleasure, sir," Elspeth stated, her face a picture of perfect professionalism.


    Xashai rose to join her, but not before flashing a sly smile in Zark''thul''s direction. "Until we meet again, sir."


    With that, she turned and strode towards the exit, Elspeth following close behind. As the door shut behind them, Zark''thul reflected on the curious exchange.


    For all the tediousness of the interviews, this one had proven interesting.


    He settled back into his chair, mulling over the interview. Gixiet weren''t known for their subservient natures; they were proud and independent, often viewing themselves as equals or betters. For Xashai to acquiesce so readily to a role of service was telling. Either she was exceptionally adaptable or, more likely, she was driven by some ulterior motive.


    Her final glance was not lost on him; it spoke of calculated intent.


    Of course, none of this detracted from her competence. She was undoubtedly the most skilled individual he''d interviewed. If she could fulfill her responsibilities and help achieve his directives, she was a valuable asset, whatever her private designs may be.

 Chapter 17: Start-Up Company

    Squad 1 stood in attention inside the nexus room, and Zark''thul briefed them on the upcoming directive. He filled them in on Xashai''s background, the challenges they were likely to face in Ichthys, and the necessity of treating her with respect. It wouldn''t do to have them mistreating the newest addition to the team.


    "Understood, sir," each REDLINE replied in unison as the briefing concluded. He didn''t expect them to fully understand the nuances, but they seemed to get the gist.


    The door slid open and Elspeth entered, followed by Xashai. The latter looked... nervous? No, more like out of place. Her confident demeanor from the interview was gone; she seemed subdued, unsure.


    Elspeth brought her to the front and formally introduced her to the squad. "Squad 1, this is your new commanding officer, Specialist Xashai."


    The REDLINEs were silent, their eyes forward, giving her only passing glances. None spoke.


    Xashai shifted her weight from one foot to another, trying to look as formal and proper as possible, a far cry from her earlier display of confidence. "Hello, everyone."


    More silence. Xashai didn''t seem to know how to respond, so Elspeth took over.


    "Squad 1, I expect you to extend Specialist Xashai the same courtesy you do CEO Zark''thul and me. Do not test her patience or authority." With that, Elspeth turned to Xashai and provided her with a sleek wristband. "This is a nexus watch. It serves as a communication device and allows transportation to and from the Tower. Keep it on you at all times."


    "Thank you," Xashai said, securing the device on her wrist.


    "Elspeth, a word with you in private," Zark''thul said.


    She nodded. "Certainly."


    "Wait here," Zark''thul instructed the REDLINEs and Xashai. "We''ll only be a minute."


    They stepped out into the hallway, leaving the squad and their new superior behind in the nexus room.


    "What''s the issue, sir?" Elspeth inquired, her demeanor as serene as ever.


    "Something''s off with Xashai," he stated bluntly. "Did something happen?"


    "It''s a normal reaction after going through the full orientation," she explained. "Candidates come to realize that the role they''re applying for isn''t as straightforward as they initially thought. When confronted with the truth of what working for the Tower entails, it can be... overwhelming. Some adjust better than others."


    "I don''t recall reacting in a similar manner," he pointed out.


    Elspeth shrugged. "Not everyone is like you, sir."


    "That''s true." A pause hung between them. "So the mortals outside the Tower are oblivious to all of this?"


    "Yes. For all intents and purposes, the Tower is just an ordinary corporate building, and you''re just a normal human to them. The general populace knows nothing about the Tower''s inner workings, its true purpose, or the nature of its inhabitants. Some higher echelons of society might have suspicions, but these are dismissed as mere fantasies, stories for the masses. It''s better this way. The less they know, the better."


    "And if anyone decides to investigate us?"


    "You''re a registered and tax-paying company in the eyes of the city. The Tower has all the necessary licenses and permits required for conducting business here. We pay taxes, employ locals, and adhere to all applicable laws and regulations. But if someone were to push their luck and try to interfere or investigate the Tower further, our contracts grant us the full rights to self-defense."


    She paused, a wry smile crossing her lips. "Moreover, we have... friends in high places, shall we say."


    "How convenient," Zark''thul remarked.


    It seemed the Tower had woven itself seamlessly into the fabric of this world. All for the sake of his ''employee development program.'' Or so he was led to believe. "There''s one last thing. What happens if one of our employees decides to tell the world about their experiences here?"


    Elspeth''s smile remained unchanged. "We have a very strict non-disclosure agreement in place. Our contracts are airtight, covering every eventuality, and they include a formidable non-compete clause. Anyone foolish enough to breach it will face... serious repercussions. They will wish they never came into contact with the Tower. Rest assured, your secrets are safe, and no one will be the wiser."


    Zark''thul rubbed the bridge of his nose. "No wonder Xashai seemed on the back foot. The full disclosure must be difficult for a mortal to comprehend. What''s the usual protocol after orientation?"


    "Generally, new employees are given time to process the information and settle into their new roles. However, given our tight deadlines and the Tower''s operational needs, that might not be possible in Specialist Xashai''s case."


    He nodded. "Let''s rejoin them then."


    They returned to the nexus room to find the squad and Xashai waiting. Upon noticing their return, Xashai straightened, attempting to reclaim some semblance of confidence. She didn''t quite succeed.


    Zark''thul approached her and tapped her on the shoulder. "Keep that confidence from earlier. So long as you perform well, your role and payment are guaranteed. The boredom and predictability you found in life? It ends here. The thrill you seek, the excitement of the unknown? That''s what we offer.


    "Do your job and you''ll do fine. If the agents here misbehave, I''ll replace them. If you misbehave..." He let the sentence hang, his eyes boring into hers. "Understood?"


    Xashai met his gaze, her own eyes unwavering. A shadow of her previous self peeked through, a spark of resolve amidst her disconcerted veneer. "Absolutely, sir. I''m ready."


    "Good." He turned to the squad. "Squad 1, gather around. Your new commanding officer, Xashai, is about to lead you to the city of Ichthys. From this point forward, you''re under her direct command. Any act of insubordination will not be tolerated and will be met with severe disciplinary action. Is that clear?"


    "Yes, sir," the REDLINEs responded.


    Xashai glanced at each of them, then turned her attention to Zark''thul. "Permission to depart, sir."


    He nodded.


    As the squad formed up behind Xashai, she activated the Nexus Watch. A pillar of light consumed them, and in an instant, they vanished. All that remained was the lingering scent of ozone and the soft hum of the Nexus platform.


    Zark''thul''s eyes lingered on the spot where Xashai had stood. Her fate was out of his hands. It was time for her to prove her worth.


    "Is that device you gave her similar to my AetherLink?" he asked Elspeth.


    "A lesser model, yes. It grants her the ability to return to the Tower and to communicate with you directly, if needed. It''s a standard issue for our field personnel and specialists."


    "Can she track the agents in her vicinity?"


    "Correct. It''s a basic feature. Each watch is networked, allowing for seamless communication and coordination among our operatives in the field."


    "Good. That should suffice for now. I''m heading back to my office."


    "Yes, sir. Do let me know if you require anything further."


    Zark''thul departed and soon, he was once again seated in the familiar confines of his office. A simple command to the desk''s consoles called forth a screen, which flickered to life displaying the squad''s activities.


    Xashai was conversing with the locals and asking for directions while the squad lingered behind. They kept a respectful distance, maintaining their facade of an inconspicuous escort.


    Just then, a voice pierced his thoughts, "Testing, testing. CEO, can you hear me?"


    It was Xashai.


    "Yes, what is it, Xashai?"


    "Oh good, it works. So I''ve been directed to a local shipping firm which operates out of the pier. Shall I proceed, or do you want to issue further commands?" she asked.


    "Proceed. Just keep me abreast of the situation. You''re in charge down there. I''m just your oversight."Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    "Very well, sir."


    Zark''thul listened in and watched the monitor. He didn''t anticipate much trouble; after all, they were just making a trade deal, and Xashai seemed more than capable of handling it.


    Still, sitting here and merely watching didn''t sit well with him. He was the sort of being who preferred to be in the thick of action, not some overseer perched on high. Yet, Elspeth had emphasized that this was the most efficient way to accomplish the given directives¡ªusing his agents to handle tasks that were beneath him.


    But he couldn''t stand being an idle spectator. That wasn''t the eldritch way.


    Before he could ponder his options, the door to his office opened and Elspeth stepped in. She walked over to his desk and placed a sheaf of papers in front of him. "Pardon the intrusion, sir, but I''ve brought the budget report and expenses breakdown for your review."


    "What is this for?" he asked, eyeing the document.


    "As the Chief Executive Officer, part of your duties is to oversee the financial management of the organization. These reports provide a detailed overview of our financial health and allow you to monitor our performance against the predetermined budget," she explained.


    He flipped through the pages, each filled with rows and columns of meticulously organized data. "Why exactly do we need to manage our budget? We haven''t spent a single coin from our coffers yet. Most of our resources are provided by the Tower itself, are they not?"


    "Yes, but that''s only for a temporary phase. You must be prepared to manage your resources independently, sir. The Tower provides a framework for your ''employee development,'' not a perpetual source of funds. Once you''ve unlocked the second floor and hired a personnel from the city, you''ll begin paying salaries, for instance."


    That was news to him. "Do we get an income, then?"


    "Of course. You''re registered as an operating corporate entity and taxes have been paid on your behalf, but the moment you start managing your organization''s resources yourself, your income is entirely dependent on your actions and decisions."


    Elspeth leaned over the desk, her finger gliding across the console''s holographic display to pull up a series of graphs and visualizations. "Your directives are just one way to generate revenue, but the more traditional methods, like offering paid services and selling resources, can be more lucrative in the long run.


    "But for that, you''ll need to start generating an income stream, which means setting up operations outside the Tower, creating products or services that people need, and then selling them. This is where your budget management comes in."


    Zark''thul''s eyes roved over the figures that danced across the screen. "So, I am expected to build a business from scratch."


    "Yes," she confirmed. "Once you''ve set up your income stream, your earnings will be available in your personal AetherLink under the financial tab. Currently, this feature is disabled since you don''t have any active income or assets, apart from the resources provided by the Tower. You''ll first need to choose a department to activate for production."


    "What kind of departments are there?"


    She pointed at the screen, scrolling through a list of department categories.


    <blockquote>


    Artifact Appraisal & Valuation: Responsible for evaluating and pricing rare artifacts gathered in Directives. This department determines an artifact¡¯s worth and manages its sale.


    Marketing and Merchandising: Oversees the creation and distribution of Tower-themed merchandise and promotional items, boosting the Tower¡¯s brand in the city and generating additional income.


    Legal Affairs and Compliance: Ensures the Tower operates within the laws of the city and inter-dimensional regulations, handling any legal disputes or regulatory requirements.


    Public Safety and Crisis Management: Coordinates responses to emergencies, natural disasters, or other large-scale crises affecting the Tower or nearby areas in the city. This department is essential for protecting personnel, assets, and resources during emergencies.


    Logistics & Transport: Manages the transportation and distribution of resources across realms and to the city. Handles routing, warehousing, and supply chain stability.


    Public Relations (PR): Builds public image, manages reputation with city factions, and organizes promotional events to bolster goodwill and trust.


    Trade Negotiations: Facilitates business relationships with other realms, guilds, and city merchants, specializing in securing favorable deals and exclusive trade agreements.


    Research & Development (R&D): Focuses on studying ancient artifacts, developing new technologies, and improving Agent capabilities with enhanced equipment or skills.


    Market Analysis & Trend Forecasting: Monitors the interdimensional economy, providing real-time updates on resource values and forecasting demand shifts in the city and beyond.


    Humanoid Resources & Recruitment: Recruits and manages non-combat employees, coordinating training, morale, and performance tracking.


    Legal Affairs & Regulatory Compliance: Ensures adherance to city laws and interdimensional regulations, managing disputes, permits, and intellectual property rights.


    </blockquote>


    "The list goes on," Elspeth explained. "Each department is classified according to its primary functions, such as ''Core Functionality,'' ''Resource Management,'' ''Infrastructure & Facilities,'' or ''Specialized Operations''. Unlocking these departments will expand the capabilities of the Tower and provide new avenues for growth and advancement."


    "But we''re still bound by the budget, is that correct?"


    "Yes," she confirmed. "Expenses will deplete your financial reserves, so it''s crucial to maintain a healthy balance. Avoid overspending. Losing all your funds will incur severe penalties."


    "I see."


    The more he learned about the inner workings of the Tower, the more intricate and convoluted it seemed. Everything hinged on this idea of ''employee development'', yet the Tower itself seemed more eager to entangle him in a web of corporate bureaucracy than let him grow as an entity. Were the two inextricably linked? Or was there something more the Tower was hiding from him?


    Before he could muse on it further, Xashai''s voice crackled through the communication channel, breaking his train of thought. "We''ve arrived at the trading company''s office."


    He was back in observer mode. The screen showed a view of a modest yet neat office, furnished with a blend of utilitarian and nautical aesthetics.


    "Mr. Haklang," Xashai greeted a stout, well-groomed human male at the desk.


    The man''s attire, an ensemble of fine, navy-blue fabrics adorned with golden trimmings, set him apart. The fabric of his attire seemed to shimmer under the light, almost as if it was imbued with a touch of magic.


    "Ah, Lady...?" The man trailed off, his voice thick with a strange accent.


    "Xashai," she introduced herself. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Haklang. We received an invitation to your establishment from the Northmen Traders'' Guild."


    Mr. Haklang rose from his seat. "Yes, yes, of course! Please, come in." He gestured for her to sit. As Xashai settled into a chair, his gaze wandered behind her to the REDLINEs. "Is there a problem, madam?"


    "Not at all," Xashai replied smoothly. "They''re my bodyguards."


    Mr. Haklang seemed somewhat uneasy at the presence of the armed individuals. "Well, you are safe here. If you want, my guards can keep yours company outside. These are troubled times and safety is a priority, but this neighborhood is one of the most secure in the city. It''s under our watch, and I can assure you, there''s no cause for concern." He punctuated his words with a series of quick, high-pitched laughs.


    Zark''thul scrutinized the man through the monitor. Something about his mannerisms and speech didn''t sit right. There was an odd cadence to his voice, a peculiar inflection that seemed out of place, and his eyes were a tad too wide, an unsettling glassiness to them that bordered on manic.


    However, he couldn''t detect any immediate threat.


    "I''m certain we are, Mr. Haklang," Xashai replied. "But my company''s policy is clear: the guards stay with me." Her voice was firm, yet polite. "Shall we proceed with the negotiations?"


    "Very well," Mr. Haklang conceded, settling back into his chair. "I presume you''re interested in the sathonic crystals?"


    "Among other things, yes. We would like to inquire about your capacity and range of shipping services as well," Xashai said, crossing her legs. "Our operation requires a large number of high-quality crystals on a regular basis."


    The human nodded. "That should not be a problem. We can provide the required quantity, and our transport capabilities are robust. Tell me, how exactly do you plan to use the crystals? We could tailor our delivery schedules to suit your operational needs."


    The meeting between Xashai and Haklang stretched on, delving into the minutiae of logistics, prices, and future prospects.


    While Zark''thul kept half an ear on the discussion, his thoughts drifted back to the Tower''s increasing emphasis on budget management and profit. Was this truly the path to his ascension?


    Zark''thul''s pondering was interrupted by another announcement from Xashai. She''d managed to negotiate favorable terms with the Kaldeck Company, securing a substantial initial shipment of sathonic crystals. Once again, her proficiency impressed him. He knew how to break beings and bend wills, but negotiating profitable trades wasn''t his forte.


    "The transaction went well?" he asked, already knowing the answer.


    "Yes, sir," she replied. "Shall we head back to the Tower?"


    "Not yet. Spend the rest of the day in Ichthys and get acquainted with the city. After all, you''ll be returning there frequently in the coming days and weeks. Scout for any places where the Tower might need to set up shop or could benefit from establishing a presence."


    A pause. "I understand."


    "Excellent."


    With that task given, Zark''thul disconnected from the communications channel. His gaze was drawn back to the budget reports and graphs on the screen.


    The irony did not escape him; here he was, a cosmic entity, tasked with mundane clerical work.


    Elspeth remained silent, a shadow at his side, ready to assist.


    "Are you ready to proceed, sir?"


    "How do I create a new department?" he asked.


    Elspeth pointed at the command console. "Simply navigate to the ''New Department'' tab on the console''s holographic interface, select the desired department, and confirm your choice. The Tower will allocate the necessary space and resources, and you''ll receive an immediate notification of the department''s creation."


    His eyes flicked to the appropriate icon, and he initiated the process. "We''re going to create the logistics and transport department."


    It was the only logical first choice. The department would ensure a steady flow of resources from various realms into the Tower and facilitate the transfer of goods and artifacts to the city for sale and distribution. With a few taps, it was done, a message informing him that the department was being prepared.


    [Floor 2 Department: Logistics & Transport Department, is ready.]


    Elspeth confirmed the creation with a nod. "Now, you''ll need to select the appropriate personnel for the newly established department. As before, I''ve already prepared a dossier of suitable candidates based on their skills and expertise."


    More hiring?


    Just what he wanted to deal with. But Zark''thul swallowed his weariness, accepting the inevitable. "Alright, let''s proceed."

 Chapter 17.5: A Day in the Life of Squad 1

    Geneve awoke to the feeling of something heavy pressing down on her chest. It wasn''t painful, but it was uncomfortable. She blinked the sleep from her eyes and turned her head to see the culprit¡ªLyssa''s arm draped across her.


    The support agent had her arms splayed out, taking up far more space than necessary. Geneve heaved a sigh, shaking her head in resignation. This wasn''t the first time Lyssa had taken over the bed during the night, and it likely wouldn''t be the last. She had given up trying to discipline the support agent; it was easier to just accept her fate.


    Geneve gently lifted Lyssa''s arm off her chest and sat up. Despite the early hour, she was already fully awake.


    The pale light of dawn filtered into the room, illuminating the rows of bunks occupied by her squadmates. With a languid stretch, she sat up, a yawn escaping her lips as she surveyed the scene before her. Her other squadmates, each a fellow REDLINEs, were rousing from their slumber.


    A few beds down, she spotted Byron''s bulky frame sitting on the edge of his bunk, the morning light dancing across his toned muscles as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. A small smile tugged at her lips¡ªit was always amusing to watch the usually stoic and imposing man in his unguarded moments.


    Turning her attention to the bunk opposite hers, she saw Clare, the sniper of the group, yawning and stretching her lithe limbs. The sniper''s silver hair caught the soft morning glow, shimmering like strands of moonlight. Clare was often the last to wake up, her love of sleep rivaled only by her deadly accuracy with a rifle. It always surprised Geneve to see her transformation from drowsy to deadly within moments of opening her eyes.


    Next to Clare''s bunk sat Warren, the controller agent and self-proclaimed "brains of the outfit." His eyes were already fixed on a data slate as he read through their latest mission brief, the glow of the screen reflecting off his glasses, giving him an air of studiousness even in the early dawn. Geneve knew he took his role seriously, and his penchant for strategic planning had saved their skins more than once.


    Lyssa was supposed to be in the bunk above her, but the support agent seemed determined to make herself comfortable in Geneve''s space every night. Lyssa was... a bit odd. A bit of an airhead. She didn''t seem to care much about personal space or decorum and tended to say the wrong thing at the worst possible moment.


    But she was an excellent healer and never hesitated to throw herself into the thick of battle to keep everyone alive. She was a valuable part of the team, despite her quirks.


    Geneve rose from her bunk, her bare feet meeting the cold floor with a soft slap.


    "Up and at ''em, guys," she called out, her voice echoing in the stillness of the barracks. "We''ve got another busy day ahead."


    The other REDLINEs responded with a chorus of groans and grumbles.


    With everyone up and about, it was time to begin their morning routine. The Agents took turns freshening up in the shared washroom, performing their assigned morning chores with practiced efficiency. Beds were made, gear checked and rechecked, and equipment stowed away neatly.


    They slipped into their bodysuits¡ªform-fitting garments made from a state-of-the-art fabric designed for flexibility, breathability, and protection. The fabric was sleek and stretchy, hugging their figures like a second skin, providing essential support and without restricting movement.


    Over the bodysuits, they donned their armor plating. The segments interlocked seamlessly, covering vital areas while leaving joints and critical muscles free for maximum mobility. Finally, each REDLINEs strapped on their utility belts and pouches, each tailored to their specific role in the team.


    The final touch was their weapon of choice. Each Agent selected their preferred firearm and checked it over before slinging it onto their backs or hips. Byron holstered his twin pistols, while Warren opted for a submachine gun, and Clare slipped her rifle into its protective case. Geneve inspected her twin daggers and sheathed them at her sides. Lyssa grabbed her medical kit and pistol.


    Once they were geared up and ready, they gathered around a table for their morning briefing. Warren took the lead as the designated mission leader, laying out the details of the day''s assignment.


    "Looks like the CEO wants us to do four resource-gathering missions," Warren began, his eyes scanning the data slate. "Two dailies and two weeklies."


    Byron groaned. "Again?"


    "It''s our job, what can I say?"


    Geneve let out an exaggerated sigh, her silver hair swishing as she shook her head. "Ugh, I hate those missions. They''re so... tedious."


    Lyssa patted Clare''s shoulder sympathetically. "At least you don''t have to deal with bleeding wounds all the time! That''s way more annoying."


    Warren cleared his throat, interrupting the banter. "Focus, guys. The kill missions are reserved for the newer squads to give them experience, so we''ll have to settle for these for now."


    Geneve couldn''t help but feel disappointed at the prospect of yet another monotonous resource-gathering assignment, but she pushed aside her complaints for the sake of the company. With a sigh, she shrugged and gave a noncommittal grunt.


    Clare leaned back in her seat, drumming her fingers on the table. "Speaking of the new squads, how''re they holding up?" Her eyes flicked from Warren to the others. "Have you seen their performance?"


    "Actually¡ª" Warren tapped a few buttons on his data slate and swiped left with two fingers, "¡ªI''ve got the latest data right here."


    A series of holographic displays materialized above the table, each showing the performance metrics for the newest crop of recruits.


    "Let''s see... they seem to be hitting their marks so far," Warren observed, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Their kill rates are decent, and their injuries have been relatively minor." He glanced up at the rest of the team, offering a reassuring nod. "I''d say they''re doing better than expected."


    Geneve leaned in, squinting at the holograms. "No fatalities yet? I''m surprised."


    Squad 3, the other REDLINEs squad, had a similar composition as them¡ªa tank, an assassin, a support, and a controller. The only difference was having an artillery specialist rather than a sniper.


    "We should check up on them, make sure they''re settling in," Byron suggested. He leaned back, his broad frame creaking the chair beneath him.


    Geneve shrugged, but there was a hint of agreement on her face as she looked at Clare. "Maybe we could give them some tips," she added. "You know, share our wisdom and whatnot."


    Clare chuckled. "Oh, I''m sure they''d love to hear from us."


    Lyssa beamed at the idea. "That sounds fun!"


    Warren nodded. "I''ll schedule a time for us to meet up with Squad 3. It''ll have to be during our rest period, though. We''ve got too much on our plate right now."


    Byron let out a hearty laugh. "Heh, you can say that again. The CEO''s been runnin'' us ragged."


    With their morning briefing concluded and the day''s missions laid out before them, the REDLINEs left the table and headed for the nexus room.


    <hr>


    Clare wiped her brow, panting heavily as she dropped her pickaxe with a dull thud. Her silver hair was plastered to her face in sweat-soaked clumps, a far cry from the meticulous style she usually maintained.Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    She cast an exasperated look at Byron, who continued swinging his own pickaxe, striking the stone wall where a small batch of Siltstone Cores were embedded. Each strike sent sparks flying and chips of rock skittering across the floor.


    "This," Clare huffed, gesturing at the half-excavated wall, "is ridiculous." Her voice dripped with frustration, and she couldn''t suppress a groan as she slumped against the wall.


    The others weren''t faring much better. Byron heaved a weary sigh, leaning on his pickaxe. Geneve had taken a break, sitting on a nearby crate with her head in her hands. Warren was doubled over, hands on his knees, gasping for air. Only Lyssa seemed to have any energy left, though even her normally upbeat demeanor had dimmed under the relentless labor.


    Geneve mumbled from behind her palms. "I''m an assassin. An assassin! This isn''t my job."


    "Look at it this way," Byron grunted, swinging his pickaxe into the wall again. "At least we''re all suffering together."


    The Gloomsink Hollows, a sprawling underground mine teeming with Siltstone deposits, was their current work site. As the name implied, the place was a dreary, suffocating pit, and its low ceilings and narrow passageways only added to the stifling atmosphere. The musty air clung to them, seeping into their lungs with every breath.


    Worse than the environment were the constant threats. The caverns were crawling with swarms of hostile Gloomsink Crawlers ¡ª small, spider-like creatures that lurked in the shadows, waiting to ambush unsuspecting miners.


    The team''s only light source was a single, dim lantern dangling from the ceiling, its feeble glow casting eerie shadows that danced across the rough-hewn walls. The persistent, maddening chitter of the crawlers echoed through the tunnels, a constant reminder of the danger that lurked just out of sight.


    Well, their presence was dangerous the first few times Squad One entered this area. After a while, the crawlers had become a minor nuisance. The squad''s levels were high enough for them to be able to take down any number of those pests without suffering much damage.


    Yet, the CEO made them go back to this forsaken place because it produced the most Siltstone. They had already mapped out the whole area and knew how to avoid most of the creature nests. However, it didn''t change the fact that they still had to do a lot of manual labor.


    Byron swung his pickaxe again, dislodging another chunk of rock and sending it clattering to the floor. He paused, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand before resuming his rhythmic assault on the wall.


    "Argh! Why are we stuck using pickaxes?! Can''t we use some other tool?" Geneve complained as she picked up her tool again.


    Warren paused his own digging to glance over. "You mean explosives? We don''t want to damage the cores."


    "I meant proper mining equipment," Geneve clarified. "Like drills and jackhammers and whatever else miners usually use."


    Clare took a swig from her canteen, the water lukewarm but refreshing all the same. "We can ask the CEO for those items next time. Might even make our work here more tolerable."


    "Uhm..." Lyssa piped up, her voice unusually hesitant.


    Everyone turned to her. She had a finger pointed at something in the darkness beyond the lantern''s reach.


    With dread rising in her gut, Clare followed the direction Lyssa was pointing. At first, she didn''t see anything, but as her eyes adjusted to the gloom, she saw movement.


    Lots of movement.


    The chittering from the darkness increased in volume and frequency. A mass of shadowy forms crawled across the walls, their spindly limbs skittering audibly over stone. The darkness seemed to boil with them, a living tide of arachnid bodies surging toward the group.


    "Clare, wanna take care of most of them, please?" Byron spoke up. "I''ll handle the leftovers."


    "On it!" Clare unslung her rifle and took aim. After adjusting for distance, she pulled the trigger.


    Kaboom.


    Her weapon roared, and the muzzle flash illuminated the tunnel briefly, casting monstrous shadows on the walls. The explosive round flew down the corridor and hit its mark, exploding among the gathered crawlers.


    The concussion threw the frontmost crawlers back, their carapaces cracking against the stone. The explosion ripped several of the creatures apart, filling the air with chunks of chitin and ichor. The blast echoed through the cavern before being drowned out by a cacophony of shrieks and hisses from the injured beasts.


    She reloaded her rifle quickly and lined up another shot at the next densest group of crawlers.


    Five seconds until the cooldown of her upgraded ability...


    Now!


    Kaboom.


    Her second round flew off her muzzle in a flash. It sailed down the corridor, hit its mark, and detonated. More crawlers shrieked in agony as they were blasted into pieces and blown against the wall. Ichor splattered across the stone.


    After she fired her two shots, the horde''s advance had slowed down, but it was still pushing toward the squad.


    With a roar, Byron stepped up to meet them. He activated his Taunt ability and immediately drew the attention of the remaining crawlers.


    As the crawlers converged on Byron, he swung his sword in wide arcs, each strike cleaving through multiple foes in one go. Severed limbs and shattered carapaces littered the floor at his feet.


    Despite the onslaught, Byron stood firm, his heavy armor deflecting or absorbing most of the blows. The crawlers'' sharp legs skittered across the metal surface, occasionally finding gaps to pierce through.


    Geneve joined the fray, her daggers flashing in the dim light. She wove between Byron and the creatures, her movements a blur as she slashed at vulnerable spots. Warren hung back, his submachine gun barking out bursts of fire that cut down any crawlers that slipped past the frontline. Lyssa kept pace with them all, her medical kit at the ready.


    Eventually, the tide of crawlers ebbed. Byron delivered a final crushing blow, his sword splitting the last crawler nearly in half. Its body collapsed to the floor with a wet thud.


    The air, thick with dust and the acrid stench of ichor, slowly began to clear.


    "Great, now we gotta deal with the stink on top of everything," Geneve complained. "Ugh, it''s getting into my hair."


    Byron shook his head, dislodging a piece of crawler leg that had been wedged in a joint of his armor. "Well, at least they didn''t bring out anything stronger."


    Lyssa let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, lucky us."


    Clare rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck, the tension of the fight starting to ease. "Still, I could do without having to fight while mining. Just our luck to be assigned to this place. It should be Squad 2''s turn tomorrow, right?"


    "Yeah, I believe so," Warren said, double-checking his data slate. "They''ll probably be just as thrilled as we are."


    "At least we''re done with the weeklies," Byron rumbled. "The dailies can''t compare to this hellhole."


    Clare chuckled dryly, wiping her rifle down. "Amen to that."


    Geneve stretched, her joints popping audibly. "Well, shall we get back to it then? I''d rather not spend any longer down here than we have to."


    <hr>


    Squad 1 returned to their barracks after a grueling day of mining and trekking through the marshlands in search of Aetherroots. Their gear clattered heavily as they dropped it onto the racks.


    "Finally! Sweet, sweet relief!" Lyssa flopped onto her bunk, her face half-buried in her pillow. "That was brutal."


    "Lyssa! Your suit! That''s my bed!!" Clare screeched at her. "Off!"


    "Ughhhh." With a grunt, Lyssa pushed herself off the bunk. "Fine..."


    Clare heaved a sigh as she watched Lyssa strip out of her gear and toss it haphazardly onto the nearby rack. "Honestly, have some manners."


    "Sorry mom..." Lyssa''s reply was muffled by her shirt as she pulled it over her head. "Urk... tight..."


    Geneve rolled her eyes and shook her head at Lyssa''s antics before turning to Warren. "So, I assume you''ve already reported today''s mission results to the CEO? We''re clear for the evening?"


    Warren nodded. "Yep. We''re all set. Unless there''s an emergency, we should have a quiet night ahead."


    Clare sighed in relief. "Finally, a chance to rest and get this... gunk out of my hair."


    Geneve laughed, nudging Clare teasingly. "You mean that delightful blend of marsh mud and crawler ichor? It''s a unique style."


    They all took their turn in the barracks'' communal bathroom, washing off the grime and sweat of the day''s labor. As the hot water washed over her skin, Clare couldn''t help but let out a contented sigh. It felt good to be clean again, even if just for a little while.


    Once they were all clean and dressed in comfortable loungewear, they made their way back to the commons area. They gathered around the table, relaxing into the familiar banter.


    "So, any plans for tonight?" Warren asked the group. "Or are we just going to chill here?"


    "I could go for some video games," Lyssa chimed in, her usual cheer returning now that the day''s work was behind them. "Who wants to play?"


    Geneve shrugged, her eyes flicking towards the rec room. "I wouldn''t mind a bit of mindless button mashing. It''s been a while since we''ve had the chance for some R&R."


    Byron chuckled and leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. "Sounds good to me. Beats sitting around talking strategy all evening."


    Warren grinned. "Alright, video games it is then!"


    The squad made their way over to the rec room where multiple game consoles were set up along with various multiplayer games that allowed them to team up against each other or cooperate against the CPU.


    As they settled in for an evening of gaming, the stresses of the day slowly melted away. For a few precious hours, they could just be friends hanging out, laughing, and enjoying each other''s company without the looming responsibilities of their roles.

 Chapter 18: Step 3鈥?rofit?

    After the arduous conclusion of another round of interviews, Zark''thul was finally ready to appoint the manager for the newly-established Logistics and Transport Department. It''d been another display of the foolishness and incompetence he had grown to associate with mortals. But amidst the detritus, he''d found a promising gem.


    The final candidate, a middle-aged human by the name of Gerald Silt, stood out not just due to his mastery of logistics or supply chain but rather his straightforward manner. Instead of boasting about his previous employers, he''d simply laid out his skills and capabilities without any flair.


    A rare honesty in the sea of boastful mediocrity.


    In the days that followed his hiring, Gerald settled into his role swiftly and quietly. No grand declarations, no endless stream of questions¡ªjust a quiet dedication to his work. This suited Zark''thul just fine; his patience for mortal chicanery was low.


    A new relevation had emerged in the meantime.


    Employees hired from the city didn''t count towards his overall Agent Pool Size. This limit was purely reserved for Agents summoned through the Tower''s mechanisms, such as his REDLINEs.


    By contrast, employees were beings from this world, operating under a vastly different set of rules. They didn''t consume ''slots'' in his Agent Pool and were bound by contracts and the mortal law of the land.


    That also meant paying them.


    Zark''thul glanced at the budget report on the screen again, noticing a new line item in his expenditures: employee salaries.


    <blockquote>


    Weekly Profit & Loss Report:


    Business Capital: 550,000 Credits (cr)


    Other Capital: 844 gold coins; 1,315 silver coins


    Income:


    ? Resource Sales: 17,000 cr (Aetheroot, Siltstone Cores, Mirecrystal Eggs, various)


    ? Trade Deals: 30,000 cr (Ongoing trade deal with Kaldeck Company for Sathonic crystals)


    ? Total Income: 47,000 cr


    Expenses:


    ? Personnel Salaries: 24,000 cr (16 non-combat personnel)


    ? Departmental Overhead: 1200 cr (Infrastructure, upkeep, resources)


    ? Miscellaneous Costs: 800 cr (Repairs, maintenance, utilities)


    ? Total Expenses: 26,000 cr


    Net Profit: 21,000 cr


    </blockquote>


    At the moment, he was barely scraping by. But that would change quickly. With Xashai''s expertise, the initial purchase of Sathonic crystals had been secured at a steep discount. According to Gerald''s forecast, these crystals would be sold for a 200% profit in the city. If everything went as planned, the first batch would arrive in a couple of days. The crystals were relatively uncommon in that realm, but in the city, they had great value.


    He inspected the crystals'' attributes that appeared on his console:


    <blockquote>


    Item: Sathonic Crystal


    Type: Resource


    Value: 500 credits


    Description: A cluster of translucent, angular shards that emit a soft, blue-white glow. These crystals are valued for their unique properties and are commonly used as a power source in various artifacts and devices.


    Attributes:


    ? Power Conductivity: Enhances the efficiency of energy transfer and storage in powered devices.


    ? Stability: Remains stable across a wide range of temperatures and pressures.


    ? Durability: Resistant to physical impacts and adverse environmental conditions.


    Uses:


    ? Energy Source: Can be integrated into devices and contraptions to provide a steady and reliable power source.


    ? Illumination: Radiates a gentle luminescence, offering a clean and efficient lighting solution.


    ? Artifacts: Often employed as a crucial component in the construction of magical artifacts due to their conductivity and stability.


    Availability:


    ? Scarcity: Found in specific regions of the realms, particularly in underground crystal caves.


    ? Accessibility: Extraction requires skilled labor or specialized equipment due to their growth within complex crystal formations.


    Market Value:


    ? Niche Applications: In high demand among artisans, engineers, and alchemists for their unique properties, which allow for the creation of durable and reliable contraptions.


    ? Premium Pricing: Often commands a premium due to their scarcity and the technical expertise required to extract and utilize them effectively.


    </blockquote>


    Once again, Xashai''s shrewdness had prevailed. These crystals might be commonplace in their original realm, but here, their value skyrocketed. The anticipated 200% profit margin meant he could repay his initial investment swiftly and build up a significant reserve of wealth.


    The main bottleneck was acquiring the currency needed to establish the trade deal in the first place. That realm bartered in gold and silver. Hard currency. He''d had to turn to the goblins to procure the necessary funds through looting whatever they could find during their missions.


    Xashai had proved her worth again.


    Not only had she brokered an incredibly favorable trade deal with the merchant company, she''d also pointed him towards the opportunity to sell the resources he''d acquired from previous missions. All that looted material had piled up without a real purpose, as he had no need for it internally.


    Rare resources like the Aetherroots, Siltstone cores, and Mirecrystal eggs he''d gotten from the marshland had now found a use in the local market, being sought after by artisans and collectors for various purposes. Xashai had managed to offload them to interested buyers in Ichthys, providing an initial influx of gold and silver coins into his coffers.


    Zark''thul checked his financial statement again. Despite the limited time frame, his resources were already starting to build up. The stream of profits, combined with the resources flowing in from the missions, meant that he would soon have the capital to make further investments.


    Elspeth entered the room, breaking the silence with a cheerful tone, "Sir, the squad has returned. Squad 1 is in the nexus room, and Xashai has settled in her quarters."


    He nodded, dismissing the document with a wave. "Good. Any notable findings during their outing?"


    "Yes," Elspeth replied. "Agent Warren was especially resourceful in gathering information about the city. He discovered some crucial details regarding the Illegal Trafficker Directive and made substantial progress in finding a potential culprit."


    "Oh? Let''s hear it, then."


    "Warren managed to find documents in Vholux''s warehouse that mentioned a criminal named ''Bottuf.'' Apparently, he''s a notorious figure involved in illegal activities around the port of Ichthys. His gang seems to be at the center of much of the city''s underworld dealings. It seems Vholux, the target in the directive, is not the big fish, but rather part of a larger network controlled by Bottuf."


    She placed a document in front of Zark''thul. A picture of a bulky, scarred individual adorned the page. The image showed a humanoid with coarse, dark fur and a flat, broad face, along with a series of symbols and annotations detailing his known associations and activities. He was identified as a Khibrath, a race of bipedal, bovine-like beings known for their strength and resilience. Bottuf''s image seemed to portray a particularly brutish example of the species.


    "Bottuf is a known racketeer, smuggler, and extortionist, running various illicit operations in Ichthys," Elspeth continued. "Warren suggests he is the key figure behind the smuggling operations. The directive initially identified Vholux as the target, but it''s likely that he''s just a pawn in this bigger operation."


    "Where is Bottuf located?" Zark''thul asked, scanning the document.


    "It''s not clear. He seems to operate from the shadows, never showing himself openly. Warren is still gathering information on that front."


    He drummed his fingers on the desk.


    The directive only stipulated extracting information from Vholux. Eliminating Bottuf wasn''t part of the directive.


    He checked the status of the directive again:


    [Directive 2-3: Extract Information from a Suspicious Merchant. Status: Complete. Rewards have been allocated to your account.]


    On the surface, the directive appeared complete. However, his instincts were telling him there was more to this story. And so far, his instincts hadn''t let him down.


    Nevertheless, four out of the five directives were done, and Squad 2 was dealing with the last one. It was only a matter of time until the sixth directive would be revealed¡ªmost likely another floor guardian to contend with.


    Zark''thul dismissed the status page. "Keep me informed. Once Squad 2 completes their mission, let me know. I want to be prepared for the next phase."This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    He turned his attention back to the budget reports. They might be a tedious necessity, but he was already formulating strategies to turn these mundane numbers into an advantage. As he delved into the documents, Elspeth departed silently, leaving him alone with his thoughts.


    <hr>


    [Directive 2-5: Capture a Rogue Mage. Status: Completed; Rewards have been allocated to your account.]


    [You have advanced to Level 6]


    Just as he''d expected, the last directive was done by the afternoon of the following day. At this point, the goblinoids were an oiled machine. It hadn''t been long, but already they''d lost much of their initial awe and fear of the Tower''s advanced technology. They were adapting to the new lifestyle, some a bit too eagerly. Although they weren''t as polished or regimental as the REDLINEs, they got the job done.


    Zark''thul arrived at their section of the barracks and looked around. Filu and Urgan had been engaged in an arm-wrestling match when he walked in, their match forgotten as he stood at the doorway. Rakk, Vraza, and Skitters were playing a game of dice, but their game halted as everyone stood up to greet him.


    "Boss!" The twins hailed in unison.


    "Hoi! Welcome, boss, to our little corner," Urgan boomed out. "To what do we owe the honor? Did ya come for a quick brawl to keep the edge sharp?"


    "I didn''t," Zark''thul said, his tone dry. "I''m here to check on what you''ve learned from the captured mage."


    "Ho, now that''s the fun bit. Ya should have seen it," Skitters replied, a bit too enthusiastically. "Broke easily, he did, not much to ''im."


    Filu approached the corner of the room, picking up a leather-bound book from a shelf. "This is what we recovered. He was carrying it with him." She turned it over in her hands before holding it out to him.


    He took the tome, inspecting it. Ledgers, details of dealings¡ªit was a meticulous account of transactions, deals, and connections belonging to the Northmen Traders Guild. No doubt if he returned this to the guild, it''d bring him more into their good graces.


    Now how the Tower managed to fabricate Zark''thul''s identity as a member of that guild, going by the name Lawrence Mycroft, remained a mystery. Elspeth had been less than forthcoming on the topic when questioned. All she offered was a non-committal assurance that he wouldn''t be exposed as a fraud and that he was a legitimate member of the guild.


    Zark''thul turned his attention back to the goblinoids. "What else have you learned?"


    Filu crossed her arms, leaning back against the wall. "The mage fought using something like dark magic. Nothing Filu seen before, it was different. He warped the flesh of his allies, turning them into abominations." Her voice carried a hint of disgust at the memory.


    Urgan added, "Yeah, fought hard ''e did, but we brought ''im down, didn''t we? A few of those mindless, drooling bastards we had to put down, though."


    Rakk and Vraza shot to their feet, making exaggerated slicing motions. "We cut them to ribbons!" Vraza exclaimed, and Rakk nodded vigorously.


    That got Zark''thul''s attention.


    Dark magic was a broad term. There were many ways in which this could manifest. But if this mage could warp flesh, the coincidence was too great.


    He returned his gaze to Filu. "What did the mage look like? Did you see any symbols or marks on him?"


    She thought for a moment. "He was thin and pale. Had a bald head, white beard, and some symbol on his amulet."


    "What symbol?" Zark''thul pressed.


    "Ho, it was the star with the tentacle eye, wasn''t it?" Skitters interjected.


    Filu confirmed, "Yes, that was it. Filu saw it clearly."


    Zark''thul closed his eyes and searched the memories from the cult member he''d subsumed not too long ago. The recollection of the symbol was clear, the octopoid sigil engraved in the cultist''s mind.


    There was little doubt. The mage was a cultist. But if that was the case, then this wasn''t just a Zark''thul opened his eyes again, "You''ve done well."


    The twins beamed at the praise, Skitters grinned, and Filu and Urgan exchanged pleased glances.


    Vraza couldn''t resist adding a comment. "Hoi, Boss! When can we head back out? We''s got a lot more smashing to do."


    "Ho, that''s right," Rakk echoed his twin, his head bobbing in agreement.


    This elicted a chuckle from Zark''thul.


    Unlike his REDLINEs, whose morale would diminish after repeating the same missions, these two... no, all the goblinoids... they could repeat the same mission ad nauseam, always retaining the same level of enthusiasm and enjoyment. Perhaps the low complexity of their brains made this possible.


    Filu was an exception, and Skitters to a lesser degree. They had a spark of cunning that set them apart. Still, that savagery was refreshing to him, who was accustomed to the cold, detached orders of his previous minions.


    "Soon," he replied, handing the book back to Filu. "I need to confirm a few things, but soon enough, you''ll be back to wrecking more havoc."


    Vraza sauntered over and threw an arm around Zark''thul, with Rakk following suit.


    "Hoi, boss! You''s the best!" the two of them crowed in unison, each hanging off one of his arms.


    Zark''thul blinked.


    "Why are you hugging me?" he asked, his voice betraying his discomfort at the unexpected show of affection.


    The goblins looked up at him, their eyes glittering.


    "You''s is one of us!" Vraza exclaimed. "Strong and fearless!"


    "We like you!" Rakk added, squeezing tighter.


    Vraza pivoted and wrapped her legs around Zark''thul''s waist, straddling him from the front. "Ride you hard!" she cackled, grinding suggestively against him.


    "Oi!" Filu barked out from the side, a hint of warning in her tone. "Show some respect!"


    Skitters joined in, laughing hysterically at the scene unfolding before him. "Ho ho, boss! You gonna take ''er up on that offer or what?"


    "Off with you!" Urgan chuckled, stepping forward to pry Vraza away.


    The goblin girl dropped down from his waist with a disappointed huff. "Maybe next time, then!" she winked. "You ever get lonely, you know where to find us, hoi?"


    Rakk agreed, his tongue peeking out between his teeth.


    Zark''thul stood there, trying to make sense of what had just transpired, while a playful scuffle broke out among the goblins. It was odd, to say the least, and something he wasn''t quite sure how to deal with. Elspeth had once warned him about the goblins'' playful nature and unpredictability, but he had never expected... this.


    His prestine suit was now creased and in need of cleaning. Great.


    "Hoi! Vraza! Watch the teeth!" Rakk''s shout interrupted Zark''thul''s reverie.


    "I was just playin'' a bit with you," Vraza protested. "Don''t be such a wimp!"


    "Both of you, enough!" Filu commanded, and the siblings reluctantly ceased their squabble.


    Zark''thul cleared his throat. "As I said, you did well with the mission. You all can have the rest of the day off. I might need you all again soon enough."


    "Hoi! Free time! We''s gonna make use of that." The twins jumped up again, no doubt already plotting mischief.


    Before he could admonish them, Filu stepped in. "Don''t even think about it. You''re not getting into trouble, understood?"


    "Ho, spoil our fun, will ya?" Rakk grumbled, but Vraza nudged him in the ribs before he could say more.


    "Right, we''s good. We''s good," she said, a little too quickly, casting a glance at Filu''s stern expression. "Filu, relax."


    <hr>


    He left the goblin quarters behind and made his way to his office. Elspeth was already there when he arrived. She was in the midst of filing a bunch of reports into the various trays on his desk, her attention on the contents of the papers rather than him, a rare occurrence.


    "Sir," she began, without looking up, "Squad 3 has also returned, they''re settling in and resting from the mission. Shall I notify you when the new directive has been revealed? It should happen momentarily."


    Zark''thul sat at his desk, and Elspeth handed him a cup of the hot, bitter brew she''d brought to him earlier in the day. "Yes. And arrange another meeting with Xashai once it is available."


    "Understood, sir."


    Just as Elspeth had predicted, it didn''t take long for the notification to arrive:


    [Directive 2-6] Eliminate the Floor Guardian


    [Objective] Defeat Bottuf, the Khibrath criminal mastermind lurking in the city of Ichthys. He will be located in Warehouse 18, Dockside district, city of Ichthys


    [Difficulty] ¡ï¡ï¡î¡î¡î


    [Success] Kill Bottuf and his cohorts.


    [Failure] Wipeout of all field agents deployed.


    [Reward] 250 Experience (EXP), 50 Quintessence Shards, 6 Experience Cores (Basic), 4 Skill Books. Access to Tower Floor 3. In addition, a cache of rare quality materials and gear will be provided.


    [Repeatable] No


    So, Bottuf really was the next Floor Guardian. He''d expected this, even though it had not yet been made obvious. What were the odds that the cult of Nai''hum would also be involved? Slave trading, smuggling, and now, this? Did he even need to ask?


    He closed the prompt, replacing it with his status screen:


    <blockquote>


    [Name] Zark''thul


    [Role] CEO


    [Level] 6


    [Experience] 150/16,500


    [Accolades] None


    [Health] 750/750


    [Essence] 160/160


    Attack (ATK): 37.5


    Magic (MAG): 105


    Defense (DEF): 52.5


    Magic Resistance (MRES): 90


    Speed (SPD): 25


    Crit Rate (CRIT): 8.5%


    Dodge Rate (DODGE): 10.5%


    Block Rate (BLOCK): 10.5%


    [Agent Pool Size] 15/30


    [Deployment Slots] 4


    [Abilities] Voracious Maw of the Abyss (Rank 1), Eldritch Fortitude (Rank 1), Thousand Eyes of Dark Beyond (Rank 1), Aura of the Eldritch Terror (Rank 1), *new* Eldritch Blast (Rank 1)


    [Eldritch Blast] A concentrated burst of eldritch energy directed at a single target. The nature of this energy allows it to bypass most forms of conventional defense, inflicting direct damage to the target''s essence.


    Each blast is a focused assault, requiring precision and a clear line of sight. This ability, rooted in the cosmic essence of your eldritch nature, showcases your growing command over the alien energies that permeate the cosmos. Cost: 10 Essence; Cooldown: 10 seconds; Activation Word: Na''hlath''ih


    </blockquote>


    Yes... YES!


    Finally, an ability that befit an entity of his caliber, one that dealt damage. He could finally do something other than act as a glorified punching bag for his foes. He could return the favor in kind.


    This was an opportunity. He''d had his fill of sitting behind the scenes. Let the others bumble about trying to manage the day-to-day affairs; it was time he got back to the one thing he enjoyed most¡ªviolence.


    It was time for him to wreak havoc.


    "Elspeth," Zark''thul began, "cancel my meetings for tomorrow. I''ll lead the assault on the floor guardian myself."


    As if resigning herself to his whims, Elspeth sighed. "Yes, sir."

 Chapter 19: No Holds Barred

    Rakk and Vraza''s shouts rang out as they barreled through the bustling streets. "Out of the way, human!"


    "Move your fat rump, meat!"


    The siblings were on the move, heading towards the Dockside District. Their destination: Warehouse 18. Zark''thul followed behind them, flanked by Filu, Urgan, and Skitters. Their approach hadn''t been stealthy, to put it mildly. The ruckus they made was anything but subtle.


    Zark''thul glanced at the local guards in their dingy armor. They gave the group wary looks but made no move to interfere. Seemed Elspeth''s recommendation to don the official Northmen Traders Guild uniform had been a good one. But despite the facade of professionalism, the two goblins in front were attracting a lot of attention, their shouts drawing wary glances from passersby.


    He wouldn''t hold it against them. Not now.


    In the distance, the sea glittered, a vast expanse of blue, sparkling under the bright sky. The harbor, crammed with ships, looked like a floating forest of masts and rigging. Sounds of hammering, chopping, and shouted instructions echoed in the air.


    But it was the stench that struck him the most. The port''s reek of salt mixed with tar, oil, and fish was overwhelming. Zark''thul grimaced at the assault on his heightened senses. Humans must have a terrible sense of smell if they could tolerate this.


    "Why did the twins have to come along?" Filu grumbled from behind.


    She had a point. They were hardly the silent types.


    "This squad has the highest combat power, and considering our target, we need it," he replied, not taking his eyes off the road. "Besides, this might be a learning experience for them."


    "Hmph," she grunted in response, looking sideways at Skitters, who was grinning like he''d been handed a free pass.


    "It''s okay, Filu," Urgan chimed in, the grin evident in his voice. "Think of it as more playtime."


    "Ho, playtime?" Filu growled.


    Urgan''s laughter boomed. "Let ''em have their fun, eh? The greenskins are in their element."


    Zark''thul didn''t respond but reflected on their words. He had deliberately brought this squad instead of the efficient REDLINEs for that very reason: chaos. If his suspicions were right, there''d be surprises waiting for him in the warehouse.


    And he was just the entity to welcome that challenge.


    Ahead, Rakk and Vraza had skidded to a stop, their heads craned back to look at a large sign above a pair of bulky doors, a bright, golden number ''18'' inscribed on it.


    "This is the place," Filu declared as they approached the twins. "Let''s get in before these two decide to announce our presence to the entire district."


    Zark''thul raised a hand to halt the others as they caught up to Rakk and Vraza.


    "Not yet. We''ll wait until tonight when the majority of the dockworkers have retired. Only then do we make our move."


    The sun was still high in the sky, the day far from over. Patience. It wouldn''t do to barge in with too many witnesses around.


    <hr>


    They found themselves walking along one of the piers, surveying the bustling activity of the harbor. Large vessels, their hulls creaking and sails snapping in the wind, lined the docks, unloading their cargo onto waiting carts and wagons. Workers in stained shirts and sturdy boots milled about, carrying crates, tying ropes, and shouting orders.


    In the distance, beyond the city walls, rolling hills and farmland stretched out, shrouded in a haze of purple and brown. The midday sun bore down, its rays sparking off the sea, turning the horizon into a shimmering ribbon of light.


    As they strolled, Zark''thul couldn''t help but notice the way people stared at them¡ªFilu and Urgan towering over the rest, their orcish stature unmistakable, the twins, Rakk and Vraza, scrambling about like unruly, oversized children, Skitters with his hood pulled low, his eyes darting about like a scavenger on the hunt. He, himself, striding confidently in his tailored suit.


    He ignored it all. He was used to the attention.


    Rakk and Vraza ran ahead, climbing onto the bulwarks at the end of the pier. From their perch, they waved at the crew of a nearby ship.


    "Oi, whatcha got in yer cargo, lander?" Rakk shouted, leaning precariously over the water. Vraza laughed, grabbing Rakk''s shirt to anchor him.


    "Ho, nice ship! We like!" Vraza added, pointing at the vessel''s ornate figurehead.


    Zark''thul moved to pull the twins back, but Filu beat him to it.


    "Get down from there!" Filu''s voice carried a hard edge of annoyance. "Now!"


    The twins glanced back with pouting faces but quickly climbed down and scurried to where the rest of the group was gathered.


    Zark''thul shook his head. One could find amusement in their antics, if they were in the mood for it. Right now, he wasn''t.


    Turning his attention to the bustling harbor, Zark''thul took a moment to appreciate the spectacle. Dozens of ships, each one a different type, crowded the piers, their masts like a forest of leafless trees. Some were small, single-masted cutters designed for swift trips along the coast, while others were huge galleons with multiple decks filled with cargo.


    Judging from all that he has seen up to this point, this world''s technological development wasn''t very high. They were still using relatively simple machines and hadn''t yet discovered many things that other worlds had long ago mastered. No guns. No trains. No automobiles. No advanced artillery or airplanes. Only sailboats, lumbering beasts that relied on the wind and muscle power.


    Magic, or the elements of it he''d witnessed thus far, seemed to serve as a substitute for much of what advanced technology would offer.


    They resumed their walk, the group drawing even more looks as they ventured deeper into the heart of the harbor.


    Vraza and Rakk slowed their pace, falling behind the others. With a conspiratorial wink, Vraza slipped away, vanishing into a stack of crates. Rakk, a smug look on his face, turned to the group. "Gotta find a place to piss. Meet ya at the other end of the harbor!"


    With that, he dashed off, weaving through the crowd, ignoring the bewildered stares that followed him. His laughter echoed behind him.


    "Wait... You can''t just... Skitters, go with them," Filu growled in frustration.


    "Ho, what am I supposed to do?" Skitters protested, "Hold their hands?"


    "Just make sure they don''t get into trouble," she reiterated, her gaze darting back to where the two had vanished into the crowd. "We''ll meet you at the end of the harbor."


    Skitters grumbled but complied, setting off after the errant twins.


    "They''re a handful, those two," Urgan commented, scratching his chin. "Still, they got spirit."


    "Hmph," Filu snorted, looking unconvinced. "If that''s what you want to call it."


    <hr>


    Zark''thul, Filu, and Urgan had found a spot near the end of the harbor, which was quieter and less crowded than the middle. It was close to the farthest pier that was currently under construction. The sea breeze ruffled their clothes and the sound of waves gently lapping at the wooden supports of the piers filled the air.


    They sat on a crate watching the distant workers as they struggled to move large logs into place. But they didn''t have to wait long. Not soon after they got settled, Skitters came jogging up, the twins hot on his heels.


    Zark''thul arched an eyebrow as he took in the state of Rakk''s and Vraza''s clothes. They were stained with an oily residue, and their grubby hands bore evidence of some recent escapade. But the biggest giveaway was a small, cloth-wrapped bundle tucked under Rakk''s arm, which he kept glancing at with barely contained glee.


    Skitters slumped onto a nearby crate with a weary sigh. "Ya know what, boss, you gotta whip them into shape. I''m bushed chasing these two around."


    Filu and Urgan glowered, their eyes narrowing at the twins.


    "What did you do?" Filu''s voice was icy.


    "Huh?" Rakk looked at her with an expression of pure innocence. "Nothing, we''s good."


    "Ho, he''s right, we''s good. Don''t fuss," Vraza chipped in.


    "Show me what you''re hiding," Urgan rumbled, stepping closer.


    With a nervous giggle, Rakk extended the package in his hands towards Urgan. The orc warrior unwrapped it, revealing a collection of glittering crystals, each the size of a thumb. Their facets caught the light of the sun, throwing colorful refractions onto the ground. The quality of each crystal was clear, and Zark''thul guessed they were worth quite the sum.Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author.


    "Stole them," Rakk said, matter-of-factly. "Found some idiot who had no idea how to hide them properly. Got ''em from him, we did."


    Urgan shot a quick glance at Zark''thul, who shrugged, gesturing for the orc to hand the crystals over. "It''s fine. We can sell these later, bring in some extra coin."


    The twins cheered, dancing on the spot.


    However, Filu''s glare remained, a stark contrast to Urgan''s easy acceptance.


    "This will bring unwanted attention," she stated firmly. "It''s bad."


    The twins immediately sobered, avoiding Filu''s stern gaze. The fact that even the boisterous Skitters averted his eyes spoke volumes about her influence over them. It was a small marvel, seeing such unruly creatures succumbing to her authoritative presence.


    She looked pointedly at Zark''thul, clearly expecting him to side with her.


    Zark''thul, however, waved it off. "Let it go. We''ll go to a tavern shortly and stay there until nightfall. What''s done is done."


    Vraza perked up, a grin spreading across her face. "Tavern?"


    "Hoi, can we ''ave some spirits?" Rakk asked, his eyes gleaming.


    Filu stared at Zark''thul, disapproval written all over her face. "You''re encouraging them?"


    Zark''thul stood up, ready to set off. "It''ll keep them entertained."


    "Ho, entertain! Hoi, we''s the entertainment!" Skitters beamed. "Lead the way!"


    <hr>


    Night crept over the harbor, wrapping the docks in a cloak of darkness. The bustling chaos of the day subsided into a hushed murmur, with only the occasional creak of ships and lap of water to disturb the quiet. Lanterns hung at the entrances of the larger warehouses, casting pools of yellow light, while smaller, dimmer glows flickered from the windows of sailors'' taverns and boarding houses.


    Warehouse 18 loomed before him, its wooden walls a patchwork of old planks and newer, more sturdy construction. The sign above the main doors was a simple, slightly faded number, the paint chipping around the edges. No guards were visible, and the warehouse showed no signs of being occupied, but Zark''thul knew better.


    Urgan and Skitters shifted to either side of the doors, the large orc putting a shoulder against one to force it open. Rakk and Vraza pressed their weight against the other door. With a grunt and a creak, they managed to pry them both open enough to create a gap wide enough for Urgan to fit through.


    Inside the dimly lit warehouse, stacks of crates and barrels formed a maze of shadowed aisles. As they ventured further in, Zark''thul noticed movement in the darkness, shadows flitting amongst the storage clutter.


    Beside him, Urgan''s grip tightened on his mace. Filu''s posture tensed, while Skitters reached for the crossbow strapped to his back, and Rakk and Vraza assumed their bloodthirsty grins as they unsheathed their cleavers.


    With a whisper, Filu sent a cluster of tiny orbs of light floating around the warehouse, revealing figures darting between the rows of crates.


    As if on cue, a barrage of arrows came hurtling towards them from multiple directions. Zark''thul reacted instantly, his hand whipping out to deflect one arrow aimed directly at his face. Beside him, Urgan had already raised his shield, which took the brunt of several projectiles. Filu and Skitters, farther back, also deflected the incoming arrows with quick, fluid movements.


    Rakk and Vraza, however, simply stood there with smug grins, ignoring the rain of arrows. One bolt found its mark, piercing Rakk''s cheek, drawing a gush of green blood, which he casually spat out. He plucked the arrow from his flesh with a grunt, seemingly unconcerned by the wound.


    His twin sister laughed and gestured to the dark, "More! Give us more, meat bags!"


    Zark''thul strode forward, conjuring his Aura of the Eldritch Terror. The air around him crackled with an ominous presence, manifesting as tendrils of shadowy energy that danced and swirled around his form.


    In response, his Agents charged into the fray, the twin goblins laughing and twirling their cleavers with glee. Urgan brought up the rear, his shield raised as he followed the manic twins. From the deeper shadows, their assailants emerged, clad in mismatched armor and wielding a variety of crude weapons.


    One of them, a ratman, scrambled into the light, its scaly tail lashing behind it. With a vicious snarl, it lunged at Vraza, thrusting a crude shortsword at her midsection. But the goblin sidestepped nimbly and brought her cleaver down onto the back of the ratman''s neck, severing its head from its body with a resounding crunch.


    Filu unleashed a cascade of energy bolts from her palm, each a blinding white. The bolts streaked through the warehouse, striking several thugs lurking between the crates. Skitters, meanwhile, hung back, his crossbow at the ready, looking for a clear shot at any foe that dared to stray from the cover of the crates.


    Zark''thul''s advance was unhindered, his eldritch aura and intimidating presence seeming to unnerve the attacking thugs, many of whom hesitated before deciding to engage. Urgan kept pace with Zark''thul, acting as his shield.


    At the center of the warehouse, Zark''thul paused, surrounded by the sounds of battle and the pained cries of the fallen. Amidst the chaos, a lone figure stepped forward, a bulky Khibrath decked out in rough, scaled armor. The creature, easily dwarfing even Urgan, carried a massive hammer, and its beady eyes glinted with a bloodthirsty light.


    Bottuf.


    Urgan edged closer, but Zark''thul stopped him with a gesture. He stepped past the orc, his gaze locked with Bottuf''s.


    "First goblins, now this?" Bottuf sneered, his grip tightening on his weapon. "Who are you?"


    "Someone of no consequence to you," Zark''thul responded flatly. "You will die here."


    The Khibrath let out a deep, grumbling laugh. "You? Kill me? You''ve got some nerve, tiny man. I''ll show you why they call me the Horned Behemoth!"


    With a bellowing war cry, Bottuf charged, his hammer poised to crush.


    "Na''hlath''ih," Zark''thul murmured, and the warehouse''s interior lit up with an azure hue. Eldritch Blast, his first real attack spell, rippled through the air as a burst of crackling blue and violet energy, slamming into Bottuf with a thunderous crack.


    The Khibrath stumbled back, his face a mask of shock and pain. He swayed on his feet, stunned.


    Urgan charged and bellowed a taunting roar as he swung his spiked mace, landing a glancing blow on Bottuf''s hip. But the Khibrath swiftly retaliated, slamming his hammer down on Urgan''s shield, pushing him back. With a grunt, the orc went down on one knee under the force of the impact.


    Zark''thul moved closer, summoning a second Eldritch Blast. The energy surged forth, slamming into Bottuf once more, eliciting another roar of pain from the huge Khibrath. Still, despite the hit, Bottuf recovered quickly. He spun, catching Urgan off-guard with a sweeping blow, knocking the orc several meters across the warehouse floor.


    Zark''thul lunged forward, drawing his steel sword from its scabbard. He launched himself at the distracted Khibrath, aiming a powerful thrust at the creature''s exposed flank. The sword bit deep into Bottuf''s flesh, drawing a grunt of pain.


    Enraged, Bottuf swung his massive fist, catching Zark''thul across the chest. The force of the blow sent him crashing into a nearby stack of crates. His suit torn, his chest ached as he sucked in a breath, the feeling like inhaling fire. Ribs broken, no doubt.


    "Na''hlath''ih." Another blast crackled towards Bottuf, this time striking him in the chest and forcing him back. Despite the damage, Bottuf remained on his feet.


    Zark''thul rolled to the side, barely avoiding the hammer that smashed into the ground where he had just been. He got to his feet, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth, just as Urgan rejoined the fight. The orc warrior lunged at Bottuf, swinging his mace in a wide arc. Bottuf, caught off guard, took a hard hit on his unarmored shoulder, sending him stumbling.


    Seizing the opportunity, Zark''thul raised both hands and unleashed two Eldritch Blasts in quick succession. They struck the staggered Khibrath in the chest, each burst of energy punching through his armor and knocking him off his feet.


    The sound of the other Agents fighting began to ebb, signaling that the lesser thugs were being dealt with. This only fueled Bottuf''s rage. With a guttural roar, he surged back up, his eyes wild and frenzied. He swung his hammer with renewed vigor, nearly taking out Urgan with a massive swing.


    But Zark''thul''s next volley of Eldritch Blasts crashed into him again. These energy blasts left smoking holes in Bottuf''s armor, some reaching deep into his flesh. The Khibrath staggered, his movement visibly slowing.


    Urgan didn''t miss a beat. He rushed Bottuf, ramming him with his shield. The impact staggered the huge creature, and Urgan immediately followed up with a brutal mace strike to the knee, causing the Khibrath to drop down to one leg.


    As Zark''thul was preparing another Eldritch Blast, Rakk and Vraza joined the fray. Their eyes gleamed with savage glee.


    "Hoi, give us a go at the big one!" they shouted in unison.


    The twin goblins lunged at Bottuf''s exposed legs, their cleavers hacking away at his flesh.


    A crossbow bolt from Skitters followed soon after, piercing Bottuf''s armor and embedding in his chest. Filu was quick to join in, firing a flurry of energy bolts into the Khibrath.


    Caught in a whirlwind of attacks from all sides, Bottuf fell heavily to the ground, bleeding profusely from numerous wounds.


    Zark''thul stepped forward, his sword glinting in the dim light. He leaned down and whispered in the Khibrath''s ear. "Tell me all that you know about the cult of Nai''hum, and I''ll spare you."


    The huge creature coughed, a mixture of spit and blood spewing from its mouth. "Never."


    "Rakk, Vraza. Start cutting."


    Bottuf''s eyes widened in horror as the two goblins approached, their cleavers dripping with his own blood. They grinned at him, their sharp teeth gleaming.


    "Now, let''s do this slow-like, eh, boss?" Rakk chuckled, running his blade along the side of Bottuf''s neck. The edge just bit into the skin, drawing a thin line of blood. Vraza knelt and cut a deeper slice on his arm.


    Bottuf shuddered in fear and pain. "No... no! Wait!"


    "Alright, get talking," Zark''thul said. "Nai''hum. Spill it."


    "The... the cult, they paid me to bring them people for their ''rituals.'' The captives are locked up in the back. There''s a key in my pocket. Take it!" Bottuf stammered.


    "Good," Zark''thul said. "And the ritual?"


    "I don''t know, I don''t! I wasn''t involved in that."


    Zark''thul locked eyes with Bottuf. "Is that everything you have?"


    The Khibrath nodded feebly, a faint glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes.


    "Na''hlath''ih."


    The bolt of energy struck Bottuf between the eyes, blowing out the back of his skull. He slumped to the ground, lifeless.


    As Zark''thul rummaged through Bottuf''s pockets, retrieving a brass key, the rest of his Agents gathered around, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and weariness.


    "Well, that was fun," Skitters remarked, cleaning his crossbow with a dirty rag.


    "Yeah," Urgan chuckled, a toothy grin splitting his face. "Reminds me of the good old times."


    "I cut him good," Vraza chimed in, wiping her cleaver on Bottuf''s sleeve. "Meatsack tried to hit me!"


    "I cut him better," Rakk grumbled.


    "No, me!"


    "I did!"


    Vraza lunged at her brother with a playful growl. He dodged nimbly, sticking out his tongue at her before scampering off to inspect the rest of the warehouse.


    Zark''thul tossed the key to Filu, who caught it with a graceful snap of her hand. "Free the captives, loot as much as you can carry, and let''s head back."


    Zark''thul manifested his Vocarious Maw of the Abyss, devouring Bottuf''s corpse while his Agents busied themselves with their tasks. The memories of the fallen thug lord were drab and dull, confirming what had already been told to them.


    No, not quite.


    The name of the cult surfaced¡ªThe Fleshbound Choir.


    For a group of delusional mortals vying for Nai''hum''s favor, it certainly wasn''t the worst name. But they could have certainly done better.


    His AetherLink chimed with the directive''s completion.


    [Directive 2-6: Eliminate the Floor Guardian. Status: Complete; Rewards have been allocated to your account.]


    [Floor 3 is now unlocked.]


    Zark''thul felt no need to congratulate himself. It had not been a challenging fight. But, he''d beaten another guardian. Now, for the next floor.

 Chapter 19.5: A Day in the Life of Squad 2

    Filu awoke to the familiar sounds of her squad members'' snoring. Her eyes opened just a sliver, allowing her to peer around the dimly lit barracks. The room, a long, narrow space lined with bunks, was filled with the other Agents of Squad 2, all fast asleep.


    She sat up on her bunk, her green skin glistening in the faint light that seeped in from the small window above her bed. She ran a hand through her thick brown hair, smoothing it out of her face. As she stretched her arms above her head, she heard a satisfying pop in her shoulders and let out a contented sigh.


    Filu glanced around the room once more, taking in the various figures sprawled across their beds.


    Urgan was sprawled out on the bunk next to hers, his massive form making the bed seem comically small. His snoring was so loud it made the metal frame of his bunk vibrate.


    On the other side of the room, Rakk and Vraza were tangled together in a mess of limbs and blankets. Filu wasn''t sure how they could sleep so peacefully in such a twisted position, but the two goblin twins always managed to make it work.


    Near the door, she could just make out the shape of Skitters, who slept alone. He always seemed to prefer his solitude, even when surrounded by his squadmates. He had one arm draped over his eyes, snoring softly.


    Filu swung her legs off the edge of the bunk, her bare feet touching the cold metal floor. She shivered at the chill but didn''t mind it too much. As an orc, she was used to tougher conditions than this. Compared to the forests she''d grown up in, the Tower was a luxury.


    She stood up and made her way to the communal washroom at the end of the barracks. The room was empty, and she was grateful for the chance to freshen up without an audience. She stripped off her sleeping shirt and stepped into the shower, turning on the water. The lukewarm spray hit her skin, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation.


    After a couple of minutes, she turned off the water and grabbed a towel. She dried herself off and wrapped the towel around her body. As she stepped out of the shower, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and paused to examine her reflection.


    Her orcish heritage was evident in her strong, muscular build and proud tusks, but there was something about her face that always seemed softer, more approachable than most orcs she''d encountered. Maybe it was the slight upturn of her lips, or the gentle curve of her brow. Whatever it was, Filu knew it made her stand out among her kin.


    The sound of rustling fabric and soft footsteps pulled Filu''s attention away from the mirror. She turned to see Urgan entering the washroom, his hulking frame filling the doorway.


    "Morning," he grunted, giving her a nod as he made his way to the toilets.


    "Good morning, Urgan," she replied, tightening the towel around her body. She watched as the big orc relieved himself, not bothering to close the stall door behind him.


    Filu shook her head and turned back to the mirror. She began brushing her teeth, trying to ignore the sound of Urgan emptying his bladder. When he was finished, he washed his hands and walked over to her.


    "Any idea what the plan is today?" he asked, leaning against the counter beside her.


    Filu shrugged, rinsing her mouth out with water. "The same as yesterday, and the day before. Three missions in the marshlands, and two around that port city."


    Urgan nodded, his brow furrowed in thought. "Think the Chieftain will send us to the third-floor missions soon?"


    "Maybe," Filu said, putting her toothbrush away. "He''s been focused on the second floor lately, though. I guess it depends on how the other squads are doing."


    Urgan grunted in agreement. Filu could tell he was eager to move on to the next level of the Tower. They all were. The repetitive nature of their missions was starting to wear on them. "Well, let''s get some breakfast and see what today brings."


    <hr>


    Back in the barracks, Filu and Urgan found most of their squadmates already awake. Rakk and Vraza were play-fighting on the floor, their squeals and laughter echoing off the walls.


    Skitters was sitting on his bunk, cleaning his crossbow with a rag. He looked up as Filu and Urgan entered, giving them a nod before returning to his task.


    The two orcs went to their respective beds to get dressed. Filu slipped on her undergarments before pulling a clean set of clothing from the footlocker at the end of her bed. She pulled on a pair of tight black leggings and a loose-fitting shirt, then sat down to lace up her boots. As she worked, she noticed Urgan watching her from the corner of her eye.


    "See something interesting?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.


    Urgan cleared his throat and looked away. "Nothin'' you don''t got, orc-woman."


    Filu rolled her eyes, but she couldn''t help but smirk. Urgan had never been subtle about his attraction to her, and truth be told, she didn''t mind it. In another life, maybe they could have been something more. But here, in the Tower, they were comrades. Anything beyond that would just complicate things.


    As she stood up and smoothed out her shirt, she could hear Rakk and Vraza still roughhousing in the background.


    "Get off me, you scrawny little twerp!" Rakk shouted, his voice high and shrill.


    "You get off me!" Vraza yelled back, her tone just as fierce.


    Their wrestling match continued, and Filu couldn''t help but smile at their antics. For all their bickering and fighting, she knew they were close. She''d seen them defend each other fiercely on the battlefield, even risking their own lives to protect the other. It was an endearing quality, one that made her fond of the goblin twins despite their chaotic nature.


    Once she was fully dressed, Filu made her way over to Urgan. He had finished lacing up his boots and was adjusting the fit of his armor. "Ready?" she asked.


    "Yeah," he replied, giving his breastplate a final thump. "Let''s go eat."


    <hr>


    In the cafeteria, the squad sat together, enjoying a hearty meal provided by the Tower. Filu savored her plate of roasted meat and vegetables, appreciating the quality and flavor. It was far better fare than what she''d grown up with back in the forest.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.


    Beside her, Urgan wolfed down his own food, barely stopping to chew. She watched him with a mixture of amusement and disgust as he licked his fingers clean between bites.


    "How do you even taste anything?" she asked, shaking her head.


    "Everything tastes good if you eat it fast enough," he replied with a grin.


    On her other side, Rakk and Vraza ate with just as much enthusiasm, though they also paused to argue over the choicest bits of meat.


    "You''s such a glutton!" Vraza snapped, snatching a juicy piece from Rakk''s hand.


    "You is too!" he retorted, trying to snatch it back.


    The two descended into a brief scuffle, their hands grabbing and pulling at each other as they fought over the morsel.


    Skitters, ever the quiet one, ate his meal in silence, occasionally glancing up at the twins with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.


    As Filu finished her own food, she couldn''t help but think about how different her life had been before he found herself in this strange place. As a young orc, she had grown up in the forest with her clan, learning to hunt and fight from an early age. It had been a simple existence, focused on survival and honor. She remembered the camaraderie of her fellow warriors, the pride she felt in defending her people from their enemies.


    But that all seemed like a distant memory now. Here, in the Tower, she was just another Agent, fighting for her Chieftain''s goals.


    Despite the unfamiliarity of her surroundings¡ªmetal walls instead of trees, the hum of machinery instead of birdsong¡ªshe had grown accustomed to it. In many ways, life in the Tower was easier than in the forest. There was no need to hunt for food or worry about shelter. Everything she needed was provided for her, as long as she continued to serve her Chieftain well.


    She still wasn''t entirely sure what his ultimate plans were, but she knew he was powerful. He had the ability to command them, after all, and his magic was unlike anything she had ever seen. Whatever he wanted from them, it must be important. And Filu would do her part to help him achieve it.


    As they finished eating and left the cafeteria, they headed toward the briefing room where they would receive their instructions for the day''s mission. Filu could feel the familiar rush of adrenaline building inside her as they walked. They were ready. She was ready.


    <hr>


    The day''s combat mission was as straightforward as it had been every other day. The squad was assigned a series of objectives, mostly monster hunting or recovery missions. These tasks weren''t difficult for the group, even with the twins'' antics.


    Filu led them through the Tower and into the portal that took them to their destination. The squad materialized on the outskirts of a swampy region, with thick, gnarled trees looming overhead and murky water stretching out before them.


    As always, Filu took point, scanning the area for any threats. Behind her, she knew her team was doing the same. Urgan hefted his shield and mace, ready to defend them from any ambushes. Rakk and Vraza crouched low, their eyes darting back and forth as they searched for signs of movement. Skitters held his crossbow at the ready, his finger hovering over the trigger.


    They moved cautiously through the swamp, stepping over rotting logs and skirting around deep pools of water. Every so often, one of the twins would point out a potential hazard¡ªa hidden sinkhole or a venomous plant¡ªbut they managed to avoid these dangers without issue.


    It didn''t take long before they encountered their first monsters. A pack of four-legged, canine beasts with putrid green fur and slavering jaws burst from the underbrush, charging straight towards them. The creatures were called bog hounds, Filu remembered from their briefing.


    Filu acted quickly, conjuring an arcane shield around herself and hurling blasts of magical energy at the approaching beasts. Her spells slammed into their targets, knocking them off course and leaving them vulnerable to her companions'' attacks.


    Rakk and Vraza surged forward, cleavers in hand. They hacked away at the wounded bog hounds with reckless abandon, their blades slicing through flesh and bone with ease. The twins moved as one, dodging and weaving around each other as if in some deadly dance. Any monster that came close was met with a flurry of blows.


    Urgan stayed back, guarding Filu''s flanks while she focused on casting spells. Whenever one of the bog hounds got too close, he lashed out with his mace, sending the creature flying back with a sickening crunch.


    Skitters hung back even further, finding cover behind a fallen tree. From his vantage point, he picked off any stragglers that managed to escape the others'' onslaught.


    Within minutes, the bog hound pack lay dead or dying, their corpses strewn across the swampy ground. The squad quickly looted what valuables they could find before moving on.


    The rest of the day passed in much the same way; they cleared out several more groups of monsters and retrieved various items requested by their Chieftain.


    Once back in the Tower, the group split up. Urgan headed off for some sparring practice while Rakk and Vraza wandered away to explore some other part of the facility.


    Skitters disappeared into his room without a word, leaving Filu alone once more.


    She decided to make her way to the commons area, where a small library was available for Agents'' use. While reading in the human tongue had been a relatively new skill for her, it had been growing easier by the day. A book or three would be the perfect way to relax before dinner.


    The library was empty when she arrived, which was just fine with her. She enjoyed having some time to herself every now and then. After perusing the shelves for several minutes, she selected a couple of novels written by famous human authors. Settling down into an armchair, she cracked open the first book and lost herself in its pages.


    Hours passed, and she became engrossed in the stories unfolding before her eyes. It wasn''t until her eyelids grew heavy that she realized how late it had gotten. Putting the books aside, Filu got up from her seat and stretched her arms above her head.


    On her way back to her quarters, she spotted Skitters standing near a window, staring out at the starry expanse beyond. His expression was thoughtful, almost wistful.


    "What are you looking at?" she asked, coming up beside him.


    "The city outside," he said softly. "It''s so big."


    She followed his gaze out the window, taking in the sight of tall buildings stretching off into the distance. Lights twinkled everywhere, creating a dazzling display that never seemed to end. It truly was something to behold.


    "Do you miss home?" Filu asked after a moment. It wasn''t something she had ever really considered before. But now, looking at this strange place they found themselves in, she wondered what it must be like for Skitters.


    He shrugged. "Sometimes, I suppose. But there''s nothing for me back there anymore."


    "Where are you from originally?"


    Skitters hesitated for a moment before answering. "The Hills of Ash''laar," he finally said. "My tribe used to live there til we''s got chased out by another one, a bigger one. Most of us were killed, but I managed to escape."


    Filu nodded, remembering how she had also fled her homeland after her clan was destroyed. She understood what it felt like to have nowhere else to go.


    "What do you think of this place?" she asked, gesturing around them.


    Skitters grinned. "I likes it alright," he replied with a chuckle. "Food tastes good, beds is comfy, and there ain''t much rules. Plus, I''m learning stuff I never thought I would know."


    Filu returned his grin, feeling oddly comforted by his words. It was nice to know someone else felt the same way she did about their new home.


    Soon, the twins wandered in, arguing over who had slain more monsters during the day. Their bickering continued as they sat down at one of the tables in the room. It wasn''t long before Urgan emerged from his training session, looking tired but satisfied.


    He joined the others, and they soon fell into a discussion about their latest exploits, each one trying to outdo the other with tales of bravery and skill. Filu watched them interact, marveling at how close they had become in such a short time.


    It seemed no matter where they came from or what they had done before arriving here, they had all found something special within these walls. Something worth fighting for. And though she might not share their enthusiasm for everything, Filu knew that she shared their desire to survive and thrive.

 Chapter 20: Road to Success

    One week later...


    Zark''thul stared at the holographic screen in the command room, displaying the system''s new directives. As expected, the next set had been added shortly after he completed the second one. This time, though, a common thread connected many of these tasks.


    [Directive 3-1] Patrol for Dark Spirits (repeatable)


    [Objective] Successfully patrol for signs of dark spirits corrupting the environment, then engage in combat and eradicate the enemy. Eliminate five creatures to clear the objective.


    [Directive 3-2] Investigate Corrupted Fauna


    [Objective] Successfully investigate the source of local corruption affecting wildlife in the area, and identify potential threats that have arisen from the contamination. Secure at least one living specimen for analysis to fulfill the task.


    [Directive 3-3] Hunt Corrupted Beasts (repeatable)


    [Objective] Track down and successfully hunt at least six corrupted beasts infesting the surrounding wilderness.


    [Directive 3-4] Investigate the Missing Dryads


    [Objective] Investigate the sudden disappearance of the resident dryads in the nearby forest and discover the reason behind their absence.


    [Directive 3-5] Disrupt Ritual Site


    [Objective] Successfully disrupt a ritual site operated by the Fleshbound Choir in the nearby woods, dismantling their operations in the area.


    Of the five objectives, four directly involved the cult he had encountered previously. Zark''thul wasn''t surprised. Eliminating a single branch didn''t uproot the entire organization; they would continue their operations elsewhere. And indeed, it seemed their presence had grown in the surrounding area.


    No, maybe that wasn''t the case.


    He sifted through the documents strewn across his desk, uncovering a map of the surrounding territories. Athebury lay in the southern region, close to an expansive forest''s edge. Did the forest have a name?


    Yes. Gloomshroud Forest.


    Something about the forest seemed to attract the cult. Perhaps another ley line network existed there. Yes, that was most likely the explanation. The ley lines in Athebury point northward through the forest, if that map from the hideout was correct. The question was, where exactly would that nexus point be located?


    He traced his finger northward. Outside of a few more towns and villages, only one landmark stood out¡ªthe capital of the region, Andurth.


    That''s it.


    The ley line nexus point had to be at the city''s heart. That had to be where the cult''s base of operations was located.


    According to Catarina''s memories, the chrysalis of the Qliphoth, Nai''hum, was buried beneath that city. Now the cultists were spreading their corruption in the nearby lands to accelerate its awakening.


    How amusing.


    No matter what realm, or what dimension, these cultists all behaved the same. No, not just cultists. Any mortal, even those unaffiliated with the ''Fleshbound Choir,'' were all like this. To willingly worship and bring about the downfall of their own civilizations and realms, just so they could bask in the twisted love of their ''gods.''


    Yet, at the same time, he found himself relating to the actions of those humans in a strange way. The beings they worshiped were beings like himself¡ªthe Eldritch and the Qliphoth, cosmic entities that held a mirror to the very essence of the universe itself, reflecting both its vastness and its terrifying majesty.


    An existence beyond their mortal comprehension.


    And while Zark''thul still considered it a folly to willingly throw your planet and its people into the maw of oblivion, he could appreciate the allure of the unknown that compelled them to such desperate measures. The hunger to push the boundaries, to break free from the mundane, and to experience the unimaginable.


    Perhaps, at the core, they were motivated by a similar desire.


    Or maybe he simply understood the power in aligning oneself with beings like him. Lesser lifeforms submitting to their betters was a natural thing.


    No. It was unlikely to be that simple. Something within their nature drew them to such extremity. After all, it wasn''t only mortals from one realm who displayed this behavior. Mortals from other realms had done the same thing throughout the stars.


    Nonetheless, he found it humorous. Whether these humans understood it or not, they had brought their doom upon themselves.


    But as for the fate of their world...


    Well, he couldn''t let it all go to waste, could he?


    Xashai had just established a trading partner for them in this very region, and the Tower itself had established an identity for him in the Northmen Traders Guild. Already, resources from this realm have become a steady source of revenue for his company and the Tower. Abandoning that would be a pointless waste of time and resources.


    He was not the kind of man¡ªeldritch being, in this case¡ªto squander potential sources of profit.


    This made the third set of directives straightforward. Their purpose was to keep the cult''s influence in check. At least, for now, until the eventuality of Zark''thul confronting them within Andurth came to pass.


    He stared at the list of directives again. None of them seemed interesting enough to claim his full attention. Simple tasks. Business as usual.


    His current squads of Agents, even the new ones, were perfectly equipped to handle these directives without his guidance. He had summoned a new squad of goblinoids after returning to the Tower. Now he had four squads to run the repeatable directives concurrently. Efficient.


    Now that he had to divide his attention between completing the directives and managing his business, his ability to observe every expedition in detail had diminished. By necessity, he''d become more selective, focusing only on critical or suspicious situations.


    Delegation was key¡ªas Elspeth continues to remind him.


    Speaking of his right hand, the android stepped into the command room, her presence signaled by the soft click of the opening door.


    "Sir, the shipment of Sathonic crystals has arrived," Elspeth said as she approached his desk.


    He grunted. "Gerald can handle it. Give him the approval."


    "He already has, but the budget notification requires your consent as well," she replied.


    "Done," he stated, initiating the transfer of the funds from his console. After a brief moment, the system alerted him of a completed transaction. "Was there anything else?"


    "Have you thought about what department to establish on the third floor?"


    Zark''thul had been thinking about that for a few days now. He wasn''t short of options, but the cost to establish the ones that interested him the most was steep, upwards of 75,000 to 100,000 credits. While he wasn''t exactly poor at the moment, he still hadn''t amassed that much capital yet.


    Not to mention he would need to allocate more money for the upkeep and operations. An upfront investment like that was risky.


    An R&D department would be a logical next step, yet it was beyond his current budget. So were the resource harvesting and production departments. That was out of the question.


    Security and law enforcement, perhaps? A necessary precaution, yet not immediately critical. It was still on the table, at least.


    No, what he needed was a department that would contribute to his bottom line and wasn''t prohibitively expensive. Two departments caught his eye: Marketing and Public Relations.


    While both departments dealt with external interactions, their approaches differed. The marketing department focused on promotion and brand building, while PR handled the Tower''s reputation, maintaining a positive image in the city.


    Both seemed crucial for his plans, but which one should take priority?


    "Elspeth, what method are we using to sell the resources collected from the directives?"


    "We''re currently relying on our website," she answered, bringing up the website on a nearby display. "We post offers online and manage sales orders and deliveries digitally. The Logistics department handles the fulfillment."


    Zark''thul studied the interface. It was rudimentary, showcasing images of available resources and their corresponding descriptions and prices. A list of orders awaited fulfillment in a side menu. However, the site felt incomplete, lacking any distinct branding or personality. Just a few pages cobbled together.


    "Shoddy," he remarked, dismissing the display with a wave of his hand. "What do you think?"


    "I agree. While functional, it does not reflect the professional image of a well-established company." Elspeth looked at him. "Shall we create the marketing department?"


    "Yes," Zark''thul replied, his finger hovering over the console''s holographic display. He selected the marketing department and finalized his decision. "How soon can we assemble a team?"


    Elspeth nodded. "As soon as I complete the review of the candidate files."


    "Then let us begin."


    <hr>


    <blockquote>


    [HIRING REPORT]


    Marketing Director: Alice Blankenship (Human)


    Role: Directs and oversees all marketing activities and strategies.


    Team of 4 Marketers: Thomas Gray (Human), Patricia Orbach (Human), Jeremy Wolfe (Half-elf), and Moira Summers (Gnome).


    Graphic Designer: Jae Park (Human)


    This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.Role: Creates visual content for advertising campaigns and branding materials.


    Web Developer: Mark Shultz (Human)


    Role: Maintains and develops the Tower''s website and other digital platforms.


    Visual Designer: Debbie Miller (Human)


    Role: Develops creative assets and designs for marketing materials.


    Copywriter: Olivia Byrde (Human)


    Role: Writes compelling copy and content for marketing materials.


    Data Analyst: Zachary Manning (Human)


    Role: Analyzes market trends, customer data, and campaign results to inform marketing decisions.


    Social Media Specialist: Aisha Rahman (Half-elf)


    Role: Manages the Tower''s social media channels and engages with customers online.


    Advertising Sales Rep: Robert Arden (Human)


    Role: Negotiates and secures advertising opportunities with media outlets and partners.


    </blockquote>


    Zark''thul reviewed the finalized hiring report once again.


    Alice, the marketing director, had impressed him with her results from her previous employer. In the span of three years, the small advertising firm she was employed in had grown its revenue from a few hundred thousand credits a year to a few million.


    The woman had even brought a portfolio of some of their best projects, along with tangible statistics related to the marketing impact. Conversion rates. Revenue streams. Consumer feedback. Engagement metrics.


    It was one of the few meetings where Zark''thul did not feel his time was being wasted. Even the new candidates she''d referred had proven to be good matches, based on his own evaluation.


    Satisfied, Zark''thul shifted his attention back to the day-to-day operations of his growing enterprise.


    Time had started to blend, his days filled with the interplay between running directives and managing the new departments. The steady trickle of experience and resources continued, a comforting rhythm beneath the layers of administrative work. It was a far cry from the exhilaration of his past conquests, but it was progress nonetheless.


    The marketing department soon fell into a rhythm. He left them to their work; they knew their business best. Besides, their plans, brimming with jargon and intricate details, were a minefield of confusion to him.


    Not that he wouldn''t be able to learn them. Nothing was truly beyond his grasp¡ªhe''d consume knowledge, synthesize it, make it his own. It was simply a question of priorities.


    Even so, Elspeth briefed him on their intentions.


    They would develop new ads for the company. Out-of-home (OOH) ads, print ads, and social media campaigns were among the tactics they proposed. Each channel would feature different advertising campaigns, tailored to the interests of their target audience.


    The wares they sold through their website were appealing to different types of clientele. While mostly reagents, components, and rare resources for alchemy and crafting, they could be also employed in more mundane industrial processes¡ªlike Siltstone Cores. The applications were many. One customer was working with a batch of them as an energy source for a heating system he was devising.


    Zark''thul didn''t particularly care how their customers chose to employ the goods they purchased. What mattered was that these resources from the realms generated revenue.


    After only a week of operation, his new marketing department was starting to show promise. A steadily increasing number of visitors to their web store was apparent, along with a clear increase in sales. Online orders were picking up. New contacts were calling to purchase materials in bulk.


    The bottleneck now was the frequency at which he could obtain new resources to sell. On that note...


    Zark''thul tapped a holographic button on his command console, opening a communications channel. "All squads, report to the command room for briefing."


    <hr>


    Back at the command room, all of his Agents were present. Twenty in total, divided into four squads of five. Everyone had reported, with their squads lined up side by side, almost taking up the room''s space.


    Zark''thul didn''t feel intimidated by their presence. Quite the opposite.


    For the first time since being confined to his human form, he felt his power growing, even if gradually. These creatures were just tools to serve his purpose, and one day, they would witness the full scale of his power.


    Yet, as he studied the room, the gathering of all his Agents did offer him a fresh perspective. His forces had grown.


    "Watcha need, boss?" Vraza inquired, leaning casually on her weapon. Her twin brother Rakk, much to Zark''thul''s chagrin, was mimicking her posture.


    "You''ve all been doing satisfactory work fulfilling the directives," he began. A murmur rippled through the room, the Agents exchanging brief glances of surprise at the unexpected praise. "However, from now on, I require more aggressive exploration and action. Your time-to-kill for the extermination missions is adequate, but you''re taking too long tracking and discovering them in the first place."


    "Sir," Claire raised a hand. "Can we go into more detail on that?"


    "Yeah, whatchu mean?" Rakk interjected, sounding annoyed.


    "Exactly what I said." Zark''thul pointed to the nearest monitor, displaying an overview of a completed directive''s timeline in the top-right corner. It showed a name and a small, round circular chart, next to each squad member''s status. "You''re spending most of your time with¡ªhow did you call it, scouting and securing the perimeter?"


    "Um... yeah," Warren interjected. "I suppose so. It''s essential, isn''t it? Especially considering the terrain. It makes our work safer."


    A huff of agreement came from Byron, while Geneve chimed in, "Not to mention the randomness of the summoning point. We never know exactly where or when we''ll end up. I think it''s a good precaution."


    "Yeah, yeah! Good precaution," Rakk echoed, nodding vigorously.


    "Hrmm," Zark''thul grunted, acknowledging their input.


    They had valid points; caution wasn''t inherently wrong. Yet, Zark''thul also recognized the importance of expediency. They all were high enough levels and geared to handle whatever random threats they might encounter in these early floors. An equal measure of prudence and aggression would be needed to balance their pace with their safety.


    But in the end, only one could dictate policy: him.


    "I agree," he conceded, to the apparent surprise of several Agents. "But the expenditure of time is an issue. Give me some suggestions on you can improve your speed in that area."


    He leaned back in his chair, watching their reactions closely. Some furrowed their brows, others tapped their chin thoughtfully, and a few whispered among themselves.


    To his surprise, it was the twins who responded first.


    "Worgs!" they declared in unison.


    Worgs? Zark''thul''s curiosity was piqued. He gestured for the siblings to elaborate.


    "Y''see," Vraza took the lead, "worgs''re a type o'' big wolf-like beastie. Real smart and hardy."


    "Yah," Rakk added. "Grows big as us. Good listeners, and they got a great sniffer."


    "Trained worgs can help wit'' patrollin'' and huntin'', what not?"


    "Yah. Sniff out them enemies real quick."


    Filu cleared her throat. "The twins aren''t wrong. Worgs are common mounts and beasts of war in the realms. I''ve ridden one a few times before. While they''re not as versatile as horses, they are certainly more aggressive, resilient, and have an excellent sense of smell. Not to mention they can tear out someone''s throat pretty easily if given the chance."


    "Super worgs!" Rakk added with a grin. Vraza nodded vigorously.


    "Alright," Zark''thul cut in. "If I understand correctly, you want to use worgs to assist you in locating the beasts you hunt?"


    Urgan rumbled an affirmative. "They would greatly assist us in scouting and tracking. But I don''t think these humans," he gestured to the REDLINEs, "could handle such mounts."


    "We could... try," Lyssa ventured cautiously, her eyes darting between Urgan and the floor.


    Geneve voiced her doubts, "I mean, even the horses we practiced riding on when we were in that town were a bit of a struggle."


    "No!" Rakk''s response was quick and adamant. "Ride worgs, not horses!"


    The idea had merit. If the worgs could sniff out their quarry, then the squads could be more efficient and save precious time during their scouting and engagement phases.


    "I''ll find a way to acquire worgs," Zark''thul said finally, and the goblins broke into a flurry of chatter amongst themselves. Even Filu and Urgan looked more interested.


    Zark''thul held up a hand, instantly quieting the group. "But that''s not the only issue. You''re also not acquiring resources from your missions at an optimal rate."


    "Mining those Siltstone Cores are a pain," Geneve admitted.


    "Why is it taking you so long?" he pressed.


    Byron rubbed the back of his head. "Well, it''s not like we have the specialized equipment for mining or anything. All we''re working with are a few regular tools."


    True, he''d had them fumbling around with improvised methods. They had no practical alternatives for mining, especially considering the lack of magic in most of their ranks. An easy oversight on his part; he''d been so focused on combat efficacy that he hadn''t thought of their need for diverse capabilities. Clearly, the synergy between his squads and the directives needed to be improved.


    "Fine," Zark''thul conceded. "I''ll grant you more suitable equipment. Is there anything else holding you back?"


    The room was silent for a moment.


    "Um, we don''t really know what is worth bringing back and what''s not," Lyssa tentatively ventured. "Maybe some kind of field identification system would help?"


    Identification, eh? That wasn''t a bad idea either. Considering that their mission directives didn''t always provide sufficient detail or specificity, an in-field identification system could be a valuable tool.


    Zark''thul leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin. "Alright. I''ll figure something out for both issues."


    With a dismissive wave of his hand, he shooed them away. "You''re all dismissed. Continue your directives as usual until the items arrive."


    The Agents filed out, some quietly discussing the unexpected gifts-to-come, while others were lost in their thoughts. The door hissed shut behind the last departing figure, leaving Zark''thul alone in the room.


    Elspeth appeared, seemingly from nowhere. Her impeccable timing and discreet presence always astounded him. She must have been listening the whole time, concealed. As always, he was impressed by her efficiency. If only all of his employees could be so diligent.


    "Sir, the worgs will cost approximately 10,000 credits per specimen. Shall we proceed with the order?" she inquired, her fingers poised over her tablet.


    "Ten thousand?" he echoed, taken aback by the price.


    "Worgs are powerful and intelligent beasts, which explains their high price. Also, the size the goblins suggested falls under the warbeast category, so there''s that too."


    Zark''thul winced. 10,000 credits was a steep price, not including the costs of feeding, caring, and training. Could he justify the expenditure?


    "I''m not paying that much for a damn mutt," he grumbled, turning to face Elspeth. "Surely, we can find some and tame them in that realm. There must be some."


    A thoughtful expression crossed Elspeth''s face as she consulted her tablet. After a few moments, she nodded. "The eastern part of the Gloomshroud Forest has a few goblinoid tribes that use them. We might be able to acquire some there."


    That''s right. The abductions in Athebury were originally linked to the goblinoids in that forest. In the end, they had been a ruse by the cultists to pin their crimes on them.


    He checked the directives list again. The one with the longest time limit was ''Investigate the Missing Dryads.''


    [Directive 3-4] Investigate the Missing Dryads


    [Objective] Investigate the sudden disappearance of the resident dryads in the nearby forest and discover the reason behind their absence. Once discovered, deal with the problem.


    [Time Limit] 4 days, 15 hours


    Four days. Perhaps there was an opportunity there...


    In the meantime, the issue of the inefficient extraction of resources during the missions was easier to resolve.


    He typed away at his console, scrolling through a website selling an array of industrial mining equipment, with various attachments and modules available. Each unit could be customized, its capabilities determined by the modules one could attach to it. Quite a flexible design.


    "This is promising," he muttered as he glanced at the pricing information. A basic model was only about 1,000 credits. However, adding all the bells and whistles easily tripled the cost.


    Now this was a worthwhile investment. He could afford it, especially with the recent uptick in profits. After making a final check, he completed the purchase for five.


    The downside?


    Estimated delivery in forty-eight hours.


    Damn. Another wait. Fine.


    The last issue was about identifying what was worth gathering. There wasn''t a straightforward solution. Sending Agents who knew the lore and characteristics of whatever they were searching for was the best alternative. However, every realm had its own unique flora and fauna, not to mention minerals, ores, crystals, and more. A single individual simply couldn''t know everything.


    For now, he was stuck with the resources his Agents already knew and were familiar with. That will need to be a gradual fix.

 Chapter 21: Banking on Good Fortune

    Ichthys, a bustling port city, was a sea of noises and smells. The cries of hawkers blended with the salt-laden breeze, while the aroma of fresh catch and exotic spices danced in the air.


    Yet, to Xashai, it was a far cry from the luxury and convenience of her office back in the city. The comfort of plush chairs, the warmth of a private chamber, and the pleasing aroma of chai tea.


    This world was different. In her element, she''d known all the moves, a dance she''d choreographed herself. She would walk in, radiating confidence, her suit impeccable, a subtle hint of her signature perfume trailing behind her. Armed with her arsenal of information, she''d anticipate her opponent''s every move.


    She would guide them, step by step, to their inevitable defeat. A surrender signed, sealed, and delivered, all with a smile and a firm handshake. And if push came to shove, well, her psionic abilities were there to tip the scales.


    However, in this city, she felt like an actor thrust into a play without a script. She couldn''t rely on her usual tactics¡ªno aura of corporate invincibility, no arsenal of insider knowledge, no well-practiced manipulation.


    Her usual poise had taken a backseat to something unfamiliar¡ªan emotion she hadn''t felt in a long time. Uncertainty.


    She remembered Zark''thul''s advice before they departed. ''Keep that confidence from earlier.'' But her encounter with the Tower, the revelations it brought, had shaken her. Was it confidence she was lacking, or was it her sanity?


    Regardless, she was committed. The RedLine units with her, albeit for different reasons, felt the same.


    After a successful deal with Haklang, Xashai and her entourage were free to explore the city. Zark''thul had suggested this as a learning opportunity, a chance to get to know her new environment.


    She stood there, overlooking the docks, the waves gently lapping at the shore. In the distance, ships of various sizes and shapes rocked gently, their masts swaying in the breeze. She could hear the shouts of sailors, the creaking of wood, and the splash of water against the hulls.


    A vast network of pulleys and ropes were being used to load and unload cargo. Men and women carried crates and bags back and forth, while merchants haggled over prices and the occasional dockhand tried to pick up a few extra coins with a song or a dance.


    The sheer amount of people and noise was overwhelming. Xashai had always preferred the tranquility of her office to the chaos of the streets. She had her own little world in there, where she could control everything.


    Even after several ventures into the city, Xashai''s nerves were still on edge, despite the presence of the REDLINE agents. Zark''thul had warned her to be cautious but not overly concerned. After all, her true workplace, the place she belonged, was the Tower.


    She had been a negotiator, not a strategist or a scout. Reconnaissance and planning were never her fortes. However, the job demanded that she learn and grow. She needed to understand the city, its strengths, its weaknesses, and its potential for her newfound mission.


    At least the humans of this world weren''t xenophobic. Despite the frequent odd stares and curious glances at her Gixiet features, most were welcoming and friendly.


    Most.


    A burly sailor passed by her, his eyes raking over her figure. Xashai stood her ground. It wasn''t the first time a drunk or a sailor had dared to look at her with lustful eyes, or even try to start a conversation. More often than not, those advances were quickly dismissed with a frosty stare.


    If the looks persisted, her psionic abilities could do the rest. A minor headache here, a bout of nausea there¡ªnothing too serious, just enough to remind them of their place. Her psionic ability could also scan the mental surface, but she decided against it. Today, she wasn''t here as a negotiator or a spy. She was simply here to explore and understand.


    "Care to join us, darling?" the sailor asked, his breath reeking of alcohol.


    She wrinkled her nose at the stench. "I respectfully decline," she responded, her tone flat and devoid of emotion.


    "Aw, come on now, don''t be like that," he slurred, stepping closer. "It''s a beautiful day. We could share a drink, enjoy the sea breeze..."


    She felt a tap on her shoulder. Geneve was by her side, her eyes narrowed at the drunken man. She leaned in, whispering, "Need me to handle him?"


    The offer was tempting. A little intervention from the REDLINEs would surely scare him off, but Xashai shook her head.


    "No," she murmured back. "I''ll deal with this."


    Then, raising her voice, she said to the sailor, "Look, I''m flattered, but I''m not interested. Now, if you''ll excuse me..." She turned to leave, but the man grabbed her wrist.


    "Wait, I''m not done talking to you," he growled.


    Oh, you just crossed a line.


    Her eyes narrowed, her irises shifting from purple to a deep, stormy blue. He cried out, clutching his head, and staggered away from her. As he fell to his knees, he vomited, the contents of his stomach spewing onto the dock. Passersby stopped and stared, some laughing, others grimacing in disgust.


    She turned away and walked on, her entourage keeping pace. Xashai''s composure was back, but her wrist still tingled from his grip.


    "This world is so uncivilized," she muttered to herself, her tone icy.


    "The locals can be troublesome for sure," Warren, one of her escorts, agreed.


    "What did you do to him?" Clare asked.


    Xashai glanced back at the retching man. "I merely amplified his inebriation. He''ll recover within an hour or so. And hopefully, he''ll have learned his lesson."


    "Remind me never to piss you off," Byron, the tank, chimed in, a grin on his face.


    Xashai allowed herself a small smile. "Consider yourself reminded."


    The man sneered. "And who the hell are you?"


    "Someone you don''t want to mess with," she replied, her voice icy. "Take the hint and leave."


    She walked briskly, her long coat trailing behind her. Her agents followed like a silent, watchful shadow. The group traversed through narrow streets, dodging carts and street vendors, sidestepping puddles and piles of refuse.


    Today''s venture was primarily about finding bankers who could be of use to her employer. The coins the Agents looted during their missions were growing in quantity, but with nowhere to spend them outside of this world, their utility was limited. They would be more useful here as a currency rather than an asset to be hoarded.


    She held the Nexus Watch, which displayed a map of the city and its prominent landmarks. Its display could also pinpoint where specific types of establishments were located. As they moved, the Nexus Watch vibrated gently, providing real-time updates on their location and guiding them in the right direction.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    "Almost there," she informed the REDLINEs as the map on her watch changed.


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    Soon, they arrived at a building with the words ''Alabaster Credit and Depository'' etched above its large double doors. Xashai had done her research beforehand, and this institution seemed to be the most prominent and reputable option.


    She pushed open the doors and strode inside, her high-heeled boots clicking on the polished marble floor. The REDLINEs remained outside, assuming a discreet yet vigilant formation.


    As she made her way to the reception desk, she was greeted by a well-dressed young human female seated behind it. The receptionist''s eyes widened slightly at the sight of her.


    "Good day," Xashai began, her voice crisp and professional. "I''d like to speak to someone about opening a business account. In private, please."


    The receptionist nodded, her smile polite yet tight. "Certainly. If you''ll kindly wait here, I''ll see if Mr. Fontaine, one of our bankers, is available."


    As the receptionist disappeared into the depths of the bank, Xashai took a moment to glance around. The interior was everything one would expect from a prestigious financial institution: opulent, stately, and imposing.


    The receptionist returned with an elderly human male in a crisp black suit. "Mr. Fontaine will see you now. Please, follow me."


    Xashai obliged, her footsteps echoing as she trailed behind the pair.


    They entered a spacious office, dominated by a grand wooden desk. Behind it sat the man Xashai assumed was Fontaine. He appeared to be an elderly human male with a bald head, a set of piercing brown eyes, and a rather unflattering scar that ran from his temple to his jaw. He was well-built for his age, his large frame straining against his well-fitted suit.


    She paused at the entrance. As a Gixiet, her senses were more acute than that of a human''s. Everything about this man¡ªhis demeanor, his physique, and his posture¡ªspoke not of a banker but of a seasoned warrior.


    "Welcome, Ms....?" Fontaine said, rising to his feet and extending a hand in greeting.


    "Xashai," she replied, stepping forward to shake his hand. "Thank you for seeing me."


    His grip was firm, almost crushing. She returned the pressure in kind, a subtle challenge dancing in her eyes. After a brief moment of silent struggle, he released his grip with a small smile.


    He gestured towards the chair. "Please, have a seat."


    She obliged, crossing one leg over the other.


    "What can I do for you today?"


    "I am here to inquire about establishing a business relationship with your institution on behalf of my employer," she began, leaning forward in her seat.


    He folded his hands on the desk, his expression serious. "A business relationship with whom?"


    "Lord Lawrence Mycroft. He''s a businessman from the Northmen Traders Guild. I''ve been assigned to represent his interests here in this city."


    The mention of Mycroft''s name caused a flicker of recognition in his eyes. "I''m not familiar with the gentleman''s business dealings, but if he''s a member of the Northmen''s Guild, we can expect a certain degree of credibility."


    He was lying, she realized. He had definitely heard about Mr. Mycroft before. She kept her expression neutral.


    "He plans to trade extensively with Ichthys. To facilitate these transactions, he requires the services of a reliable banking institution," she continued, keeping her explanation deliberately vague.


    Fontaine nodded, taking a moment to scrutinize her. "Can you provide more details?"


    "Lord Mycroft intends to be a supplier of goods, among other things. To do so, he requires a secure location to store his considerable wealth."


    "What kind of wealth are we talking about?"


    "Primarily silver, gold, and platinum," she replied. "The rest would be in the form of gemstones and rare artifacts. We''d like to deposit around a thousand gold coins and a few hundred other precious metals. Is that acceptable to your institution?"


    He leaned back in his chair, his gaze still fixed on her. "A substantial amount, then. What''s the source of this wealth?"


    "Lord Mycroft''s operations are extensive and diverse. That is all I am at liberty to say," she responded.


    He leaned forward, elbows on his desk. "Ms. Xashai, I''ll be frank with you. This is a significant sum, and we need to ensure it doesn''t come from any... questionable sources. You understand, I''m sure. As a legitimate financial institution, we have our reputation to maintain."


    "I completely understand, and I can assure you there is nothing illicit about the funds. Lord Mycroft is a man of honor, a peerless businessman. His fortune is a result of his many successful ventures and the rewards of his long life." She offered a small smile, "Quite a long life, indeed."


    A subtle probe into his thoughts revealed skepticism. He didn''t quite believe her explanation but couldn''t refute it without any proof. Not yet, anyway.


    Her specialty as an intuitive empath, however, was to scan the emotional layers of the mind and dig further. A more thorough scan of his emotional layers revealed a hint of greed that mingled with his distrust and suspicion.


    "So, how can my employer and I enter an agreement with your bank?" she probed, maintaining her composure.


    He straightened up in his chair, adopting a business-like demeanor. "Our terms are simple: we charge a yearly fee of two percent for storage, and there will be additional fees for any other services you may require. Once the agreement is in place, you are free to access your wealth as you see fit."


    Two percent? An interesting rate for a bank. Though she knew little about the banking system in this world, it seemed rather exorbitant.


    "Why the high rate?" she inquired, a slight crease forming on her brow.


    Fontaine spread his hands. "Our clientele is exclusive, and we provide top-tier security for their assets. That security doesn''t come cheap, Ms. Xashai."


    Another mental scan of his emotions revealed a touch of defiance and another layer of greed beneath his professional fa?ade. Xashai decided to put him to the test.


    "Mr. Fontaine, let me make myself clear. We''re looking to establish a long-term relationship. We won''t be entrusting our wealth to an institution that makes a habit of swindling its clients." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a low, icy whisper. "Rest assured, we are very good at sniffing out lies and treachery. We will deal with such indiscretions... decisively."


    Her eyes bore into his, an unspoken threat lingering in the air. She knew her words held a double meaning, and she was testing if he would understand and take the bait.


    His brown eyes narrowed, and the tinge of fear she sensed in his mental layers told her he''d caught her implication. She detected the internal struggle, the fear and greed waging a silent war.


    Finally, she saw his greed win out. Fontaine broke the silence with a small chuckle. "Ms. Xashai, I believe there''s been a misunderstanding. Alabaster Credit and Depository prides itself on its honesty and integrity. We simply can''t afford otherwise. Our reputation is our lifeblood, and we protect it fiercely. Our security and services are without equal, hence the high rates."


    "If that''s the case, then what are these other additional fees you mentioned?" she asked.


    "It depends. For instance, we offer additional security services for a price, including armed escorts for valuable shipments and a range of specialized insurance plans. Naturally, these services come at a premium."


    "What about any currency exchange fees or Letters of Credit?"


    "No, we don''t charge for those. The yearly fee encompasses all basic banking services."


    He pulled out a document and began reviewing the fine print with her, emphasizing the bank''s commitment to security and the strict confidentiality they extended to their clients.


    "You see," he said, tapping a section of the contract, "we are the most secure institution in the entire city. We have measures in place to thwart any would-be thieves, be they mundane or arcane in nature. Plus, we have strong ties with the city guard and other influential guilds."


    Xashai skimmed through the document, nodding here and there. Everything seemed to be in order, as far as she could tell. The fact that the banker''s emotions matched his words eased her concerns.


    "Also," Fontaine added, "should you wish to keep some of your liquid assets in high-interest accounts, we can arrange that for you. Our interest rates are competitive, and your capital will be safeguarded by all the measures I''ve already outlined."


    Xashai mulled over his words, running quick calculations in her head. She decided to push her luck. "Given the size of the sum we plan to deposit and our potential as valuable, long-term customers, could we negotiate a slightly lower fee? Perhaps one and a half percent?"


    Mr. Fontaine''s expression tightened briefly, and Xashai sensed the subtle shift in his emotions¡ªa flicker of annoyance, a surge of greed, and finally, a calculating calm.


    "That is a considerable sum, and the services you require are not trivial. However, seeing as this is the start of a new relationship, I am willing to extend a one-time courtesy for the first four years of the agreement, lowering our annual fee to one point five percent. But only under one condition."


    She raised an eyebrow. "And that is?"


    "Any additional services, such as those armed escorts or specialized insurance plans I mentioned, will come at their standard rates," Fontaine said, leaning forward.


    "Agreed," Xashai responded, extending her hand. "You have a deal."


    They shook on it, and Xashai saw a tiny quirk of satisfaction curl the corner of the banker''s mouth.


    "Now that we''ve settled that, let''s move on to the formalities," he said, producing a stack of documents and a feathered quill. "I''ll need the details of your employer''s organization, the specifics of your initial deposit, and other relevant information for our records."

 Chapter 21.5: A Day in the Life of a Business Negotiator

    Xashai stretched her long legs as she relaxed on a sofa, savoring a respite from the incessant flurry of daily demands. These last few days had been nothing short of relentless, her responsibilities as the business negotiator multiplying like rabbits in heat. If she wasn''t arranging shipping schedules, she was deep in negotiation with local buyers and suppliers, always seeking the most profitable opportunities for Mr. Mycroft''s burgeoning enterprise.


    Still, the compensation was nothing to scoff at¡ªa tidy 5,000 credits a week, plus commission. She hadn''t had a payday like this in... well, ever. Perhaps after a couple of months, she''d be able to upgrade her modest living arrangements in the city to something more suitable. There was a particular penthouse in a coveted section of the city that had caught her eye.


    Expensive? Most certainly.


    Worth it? She''d have to see about that.


    She sipped her chai tea, the comforting warmth of the beverage soothing her frayed nerves as she looked over her schedule for the rest of the day. It was unusually clear. For once, it seemed she''d have a moment to herself, which was a rare and welcome luxury.


    Time for a break.


    Xashai had a treat in mind, one that always managed to make her forget the stresses of the world. She made her way to her personal console, fingers tapping against the holographic keys, accessing the myriad of shows and movies available for streaming.


    As the opening credits of her show began to roll, a familiar, soothing voice filled the room. "Welcome to another episode of The Alchemical Death Kitchen. I''m your host, Kristina Chatterby. Today, we''ll be exploring the wonders of Elderflame Peppers. Now, these fiery delights may seem intimidating, but fear not! We''re going to transform them into a delicious, albeit somewhat dangerous, delicacy."


    Xashai''s grin widened. She''d been a fan of Kristina''s culinary adventures since her teens, the Gnomish cook always pushing the boundaries of what could be considered edible. Her show, ''The Alchemical Death Kitchen'', was legendary among those who dared to expand their culinary horizons.


    Kristina was the perfect mix of charming, daring, and absolutely fearless in the face of gastronomic peril. Each episode showcased her attempts to whip up dishes that no sane person would dream of eating, served up with a hearty dose of humor.


    In the past, Xashai had found solace in the show''s bizarre world as a means to momentarily escape the pressures of her cutthroat career. Watching it now was a nostalgic ritual, a guilty pleasure she indulged in when the chance arose.


    "As we delve into the fiery realm of Elderflame Peppers, I must stress the importance of safety," Kristina continued. "These peppers are not to be trifled with. Their capsaicin levels are off the charts, and mishandling them could lead to a trip to the local Healer." She pointed towards the cameras, her expression turning serious. "Please, don''t try this at home."


    Xashai chuckled to herself. The last time she''d attempted an Alchemical Kitchen recipe, the aftermath had been... memorable, to say the least. She still couldn''t look at a Grovescale Toad without feeling a tinge of regret.


    Kristina then went on to describe the preparation process, laying out the assortment of spices and ingredients needed for her fiery concoction. As she sliced and diced, she shared anecdotes and fun facts about each ingredient, making the whole endeavor feel both educational and entertaining.


    As Xashai watched, she felt her mind drift from the mundane challenges of her day-to-day life. For a while, it was just her, Kristina''s lively banter, and the tantalizing prospect of food that might very well set her mouth aflame.


    Life, she decided, was too short to shy away from the odd gastronomic adventure. With a newfound resolve, she decided to make one of Kristina''s creations for dinner tonight. It was a chance to reconnect with her daring teenage self, the one who would gleefully take on the world, one exotic, potentially life-threatening pepper at a time.


    Just as Kristina was reaching the climax of her pepper-filled narrative, the communicator chimed, disrupting her reverie. The number flashing on the screen was Mr. Mycroft''s.


    With a sigh, she paused the stream and reached for the device. "Yes, sir?"


    "Xashai," came the voice from the other end. "How are the contracts coming along?"


    "Well, sir," she replied, trying to mask her disappointment at being drawn back into her role. "Everything is proceeding smoothly. We''ve secured several profitable deals, and there''s potential for more. I''ve also got my eye on a few promising trade routes that could be very lucrative for us."


    There was a pause, and when he spoke again, his tone was brisk. "Excellent. Keep me posted. I may need you for some internal projects in the near future."


    "Understood," she replied, already mentally recalibrating her schedule for the coming days.


    "Good. That''s all."


    The call disconnected.


    Xashai stood there for a moment, the communicator still in her hand, before turning her attention back to the frozen image of Kristina, mid-pour of a simmering, ominous-looking sauce.


    "Now, where were we?" she mumbled, setting the call device aside.


    She resumed the stream, letting Kristina''s voice fill the room once more. Work could wait, for now. At least she had tonight to herself, a chance to experiment with the boundaries of her own culinary capabilities and sanity. As the Gnomish host whisked her viewers through the complexities of her latest creation, Xashai found herself drawn back into the comfort of the familiar show.


    Tomorrow would bring its own challenges, but for now, she was content to be a part of Kristina''s world, if only vicariously.


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    Her boss had set up the meeting with Gerald Silt from Logistics and Alice Blankenship from Marketing. While he hadn''t provided any details about the nature of their impending collaboration, he''d left Xashai with a simple, direct instruction: ''Work with them, and make it count.''


    Her previous encounters with them had been brief and purely professional, revolving around the transportation and marketing of the goods from the Tower. Beyond these superficial interactions, they''d maintained a cordial distance. And that was perfectly fine with her. She preferred to keep her relationships at work clear and unencumbered¡ªfor the most part.


    After two hours of being briefed about the latest developments from both departments, Xashai headed back to her office. It was clear that they were gearing up for something big.


    Just as she was ready to settle behind her desk, a knock came at the door.


    "Come in," she called out, straightening in her chair.


    "Ms. Xashai?" a young intern stepped into the room, poking her head in. "There''s, uh, a delivery for you."


    "A delivery?" Xashai raised a curious eyebrow.


    "Yes, ma''am." The intern''s voice was hesitant. "It''s out at the reception desk."


    A delivery? She hadn''t ordered anything recently¡ªmuch less addressed to her office. Odd.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    Xashai sighed, standing up. "Alright, let''s see what this is about."


    Whatever it was, she''d sort it out.


    She followed the intern, her heels clicking a brisk rhythm against the polished floor. As she approached the lobby, she spotted a stout dwarf standing behind the reception desk, a weathered pack slung over his shoulder and a voluminous beard draping over his barrel chest. In his hands, he clutched a leather-bound box tied with a worn strap.


    He didn''t seem the type to deliver letters¡ªand Xashai was familiar with all the standard couriers operating in the area. What was this about?


    "Are you Ms. Xashai?" the dwarf inquired gruffly, his deep-set eyes peering up at her.


    "You''re not here about that wine subscription, are you? Because I think the three cases I ordered will last me for some time," Xashai responded with a playful lilt.


    Truth be told, those three cases might not even last her the month. Yet, somehow, her dry wit seemed to amuse the stout dwarf.


    His laughter erupted, a deep, resonant rumble that seemed to originate from the very depths of his barrel-like chest. "Wine subscription, eh? Now that''s a novel delivery service I haven''t heard of," he remarked, his bushy eyebrows wiggling mischievously. "Maybe you could refer me to your provider? A dwarf could use a good drink now and then." His face broke into a broad smile.


    "Alas," Xashai retorted, returning his smile with a coy one of her own, "they''re on backorder. Maybe next time, my friend."


    The dwarf chuckled and shook his head. "Quite the character, aren''t we?" he mused, his hearty laugh filling the air once more. "Well, I''m actually here on behalf of Mr. Mycroft. He sent me to deliver this to you," he said, placing the leatherbound package onto the reception desk with a distinct thud.


    Xashai''s brow furrowed in confusion. "This is from Mr. Mycroft?"


    The dwarf responded with a nonchalant nod. "That''s what I said, lass."


    "What is it?" she asked, gesturing towards the box.


    He shrugged. "Beats me. All I was told was to deliver this to a stunning young woman working here at the office of Mr. Lawrence Mycroft. Wouldn''t you know it? There''s only one person who fits that description around here, so here I am."


    As she reached for the box, Xashai cast a casual glance at the receptionist''s desk. "And you just let anyone in here?" she admonished playfully, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of her lips. "What would Mr. Mycroft say about such lax security?"


    The receptionist, a half-elf woman with a steely gaze, merely scoffed. "As if anyone could just waltz in here without being thoroughly vetted."


    "Especially a little old me," the dwarf interjected, pointing to himself with his thick, stumpy thumb. "Anyways, I should be getting a move on. Got plenty more deliveries to make today."


    "Thank you," Xashai offered.


    "My pleasure, lass," he replied, ambling out of the office. "Now, if you could just tell me where I can sign up for that wine delivery service," he added over his shoulder as he disappeared from view.


    With a soft, affectionate chuckle and a shake of her head, Xashai undid the package, revealing its contents: a state-of-the-art tablet, its screen a crisp, high-resolution wonder.


    And yet, her interest didn''t linger in its cutting-edge technology. Something else immediately ensnared her attention¡ªa gilded letter sealed with a conspicuous wax insignia. As she eased the letter open, her gaze swept over the words penned in an elegant, flowing script:


    My dear Xashai,


    Please find enclosed your first month''s salary and bonus, as well as an additional sum for your expertise in securing our most recent business ventures.


    Your contributions have been invaluable to the company, and I hope this token of my appreciation reflects that. Additionally, I have included an extra 1,000 credits towards a little project of yours that caught my interest. Should it bear fruit, do not hesitate to request further funds.


    Always look forward to more of your excellent work,


    Lawrence Mycroft


    Xashai''s eyes widened in surprise. She had forgotten all about that private side project of hers¡ªthe one she had mentioned in passing during their first meeting. It was a risky endeavor, but it was close to her heart. That he not only remembered but chose to provide support for it was... unexpected.


    Then again, her employer was full of surprises.


    Her lips curled into a soft, appreciative smile. "Aren''t you a charmer, Mr. Mycroft?"


    Applying to that job vacancy had been the right decision after all. At first, her curiosity over such a lucrative offer was what drew her in. Then, her meeting with Mr. Mycroft¡ªan interesting man, she admitted, with captivating eyes and an intriguing otherwordly aura¡ªsealed the deal. Now, she couldn''t deny he was winning her over even more.


    Was he her type, though?


    Hard to say. She was in no rush and preferred taking things slowly in such matters. But for now, he certainly was becoming a more and more intriguing figure. Perhaps she could arrange a little dinner or lunch¡ªjust to talk shop, of course. Maybe find out a little more about him in the process.


    She glanced below the signature, noticing a footnote she almost overlooked:


    P.S. ¡ª I want you to spend a week in Ichthys learning all you can about the regional market. I''ll need a list of all the goods and their going prices, along with a map of the various trade routes to the area. See Elspeth for transportation details; she''ll be arranging everything for your trip.


    She read it once, twice, three times. Then, she gently placed the tablet on her desk, sat back in her chair, and sighed.


    "You''ve got to be kidding me." She was supposed to have the week off after all that running around. Instead, it was going to be even more work in that archaic world with no modern amenities, surrounded by a bunch of people who still had a hankering for swords and bows. What next?


    A grumble escaped her as she slumped back in her chair. The joy of an unexpected vacation was overshadowed by the immediate reality of a taxing journey to a world she had little interest in. Ichthys, a city brimming with all the comforts of medieval life, was a destination that, in Xashai''s opinion, ranked somewhere between watching paint dry and being forced to endure a dull lecture on the history of toenail clippings.


    Just wonderful.


    With a resigned sigh, she acknowledged the inevitable and swiped the tablet open. Her thumb danced over the screen, opening the various applications necessary for the day''s work, preparing herself to immerse once more in the minutiae of spreadsheets, numbers, and market analyses.


    Time to get to work.


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    Yesterday...


    "It''d be better if you wrote her the message," Elspeth suggested midway through writing the letter. "Such personal touches will engender loyalty over time."


    Zark''thul looked up at her with his usual nonplussed expression. "That''s the reason why you''re here: to act on my behalf. If I start personally writing every letter, responding to every issue, attending every meeting, where does it stop? Soon, everyone will be demanding pieces of my time."


    "There''s truth to that. Yet, as I''ve stated, those who have a personal connection with you are more likely to remain loyal in times of strife."


    The truth of her argument pricked at him. He shrugged. "Perhaps in due time, but not for something as insignificant as this. She''s already getting paid well beyond her expectations. Why do we need to give her a letter just to tell her about this trip to Ichthys? She''s a negotiator. She knows the score."


    "That''s a logical assessment, but human interactions are often founded on emotional, rather than logical, grounds," Elspeth replied with a small smile.


    "She''s a Gixiet, not human."


    "My point remains the same."


    Zark''thul tapped the table with a single digit, a low guttural rumble escaping his throat. "Fine. The next one. Just so you''ll stop complaining today, I''ll be the one to mail her."


    Elspeth nodded.


    After signing off, Zark''thul headed to the mail room and mailed the letter to his employee. What a bothersome task. Just thinking about it drained him of any desire to be nice to anyone ever again. He wished to be alone for the remainder of the day.


    He returned to his office and sat down at his desk.


    A few hours later, Elspeth returned with a tray containing his lunch and set it down. "Did you drop off the letter to her office?"


    "Why there? She''s on her weekend. I dropped it into a mailbox. What difference does it make?"


    Elspeth remained still. Her left eye twitched, her smile gone. "Sir, the mail won''t reach her place until tomorrow, which is when she heads back to work. She might not read it until the end of the day tomorrow. That would be too late."


    "Is that an issue?" he asked.


    "She won''t have time to prepare for the trip, and her lack of readiness could jeopardize her mission."


    His eyes narrowed. "Surely you exaggerate. What''s a day in the grand scheme of things?"


    "It is an unprofessional way to conduct business, sir. But there is still time. We can message the courier service to have it delivered to her office instead."


    "Can''t we just email this thing to her?" he countered, irritated.


    Elspeth raised a brow. "And then have to explain the blunder? Besides, it doesn''t carry the same weight, sir. It lacks the personal touch."


    Zark''thul signed, already reaching for his phone. "What''s the number for that courier?"

 Chapter 22: Pruning the Taint

    The rest of the week blurred into a humdrum of meetings, interviews, and more meetings. Dealing with mortals remained an exasperating chore, yet he found himself growing surprisingly adept in the art of managing them. Even his command of their primitive language was growing, the quirks of their syntax and idioms starting to coalesce into something akin to sense.


    He recalled a recent conversation with one of his newly hired employees. The man had been attempting to impress him with a display of technical jargon, but he''d quickly lost the plot as the employee rattled on about ''brand positioning'' and ''synergistic approaches.''


    Despite his own unfamiliarity with such terms, he''d managed to stay the course, nodding along and interjecting with the occasional ''indeed'' or ''absolutely'' as he maintained an appearance of rapt attention over the man''s clumsy efforts at self-aggrandizement.


    What was that called again? Ah, yes¡ªpolitesse. How quaint.


    Zark''thul''s reflection was interrupted by the sharp tone of Elspeth''s voice. "Sir, Squad 2 is ready to depart."


    He blinked, tearing himself away from his silent reverie, and nodded his acknowledgment.


    It was time to get those worgs.


    Zark''thul entered the Nexus Room to find Squad 2, the goblinoids, already assembled. Their boisterous banter fell to a hush as they saw him enter. They exchanged a brief glance, nodding in acknowledgment of their CEO''s presence.


    He met their collective gaze with his own piercing eyes. "Listen closely. Skitters, Rakk, Vraza, you three will disregard the objective and focus on finding those goblin tribes to secure us worgs. I''m giving you a bag of coins and rare materials for bartering. I expect you to broker a favorable deal."


    Rakk nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, worgs! Big boy!"


    "Will do, boss," Skitters added, drawing his thumb across his chest in an exaggerated gesture of compliance. "Them tribes''ll be our friends, see, and them worgs''ll be ours too."


    Vraza, for her part, merely grinned, a wide, toothy smile that seemed to stretch from ear to ear. "I get those worgs, boss, don''t worry."


    Zark''thul turned to the other two, Urgan and Filu. "You two will accompany me to complete the objective. The rest of the team will rendezvous with us once they''ve acquired the worgs."


    "Yes, chieftain," Filu responded with a respectful nod. Urgan acknowledged the command with a simple grunt and a stiff bow.


    He inhaled deeply, studying them all with a scrutinizing eye. They seemed eager enough, and their previous performance had shown promise. They were ready, and so was he.


    Zark''thul stepped onto the transportation platform, facing the towering blue energy column. "Depart."


    Instantly, they were bathed in a brilliant azure light. A brief surge of energy coursed through them, followed by a sudden dislocation of their surroundings. The world around them melted, and the forest materialized in its place.


    Just like when he''d previously visited the forest with Byron''s squad, the sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above bathed them in a dappled shade. The scent of earth and decaying wood hung in the air, a sharp contrast to the sterile cleanliness of the Tower. The soft moss and detritus of the forest floor yielded beneath his shoes as he shifted his weight.


    Zark''thul turned to address his Agents. "You three, begin your mission. Rendezvous back to this point before the time limit."


    Rakk, Skitters, and Vraza promptly began their trek into the heart of the forest, their enthusiastic voices fading away as they disappeared into the dense growth. Urgan and Filu turned to him, awaiting his next instruction.


    "Let''s start," he said, and the two grunted in unison and followed him deeper into the forest.


    <hr>


    The forest grew darker as they moved deeper. Twisted and gnarled trees clung to the decaying floor, their roots sinking deep into the earth like desperate, grasping claws. The light fought to reach this place, casting an eerie gloom across their surroundings.


    Zark''thul waded through a carpet of decaying leaves and damp moss, his footfalls cushioned by the spongy earth. A fetid stench rose up, carried on tendrils of mist that curled around his form like phantom hands.


    Qliphotic taint.


    He recognized its corrupted aura¡ªsubtle at first, a barely perceptible undercurrent, but as they progressed, it grew more pronounced, an underlying miasma that suffused the forest.


    The vegetation, too, was tainted. Twisted, blackened roots breached the surface, as if struggling to free themselves from the soil. With every step, Zark''thul felt his power resonate with the Qliphotic essence that permeated the area.


    Up ahead, a faint, luminescent trail became visible¡ªglowing, spectral imprints of delicate footsteps pressed into the earth.


    He turned to Filu. "What do you know of dryads?"


    "They are forest spirits," she replied, kneeling to inspect the spectral trail. "Some can shapeshift between a human form and that of a tree, while others manifest as ethereal forms among the trees. But they''re not a unified race; instead, they''re bound to specific forests or certain groups of trees."


    "Hrmm." He crouched beside her, his fingers tracing the luminous outlines of the footprints. "So, these are their tracks?"


    "Yes. These imprints were left by a dryad that shifted between physical and spirit forms frequently, leaving these traces," Filu replied, her face creasing into a frown. "But something is wrong here. Look at the patterns; they''re erratic, almost haphazard. They seem to be going in circles as if they''re disoriented or driven mad."


    He rose, peering into the shadowy depths of the woods.


    "It seems we''re on the right track. Let''s move," he said, starting off again, his eyes fixed on the trail of glowing footprints.


    Their trek continued, following the dryads'' spectral trail deep into the forest. The undergrowth thinned, revealing a large clearing. Here, the canopy opened up, offering a rare glimpse of the sky above. The ground was littered with fallen trees, their trunks split and branches scattered as if they''d been torn from the earth in a violent frenzy.


    At the center of the clearing stood a massive tree, its trunk blackened, the bark curling and peeling away, revealing a fleshy, pulsating interior. The tree''s branches were stripped bare, its limbs contorted into grotesque, sinewy appendages that twitched and flexed.


    Within the tree''s trunk, Zark''thul saw figures writhing within a layer of pulsating flesh¡ªdryads. They squirmed and thrashed, their mouths opened in silent screams of agony as their bodies fused with the corrupted tree.


    As he drew closer, the dryads'' cries reached him, telepathic screams that echoed in his mind. They were pleas for mercy, for death. It was almost comical to him. Almost.


    Around the clearing''s edges, twisted figures¡ªformerly dryads¡ªshambled aimlessly, their forms half-transformed between humanoid and arboreal. Bark-like skin and vestigial branches erupted from their bodies, giving them a grotesque, misshapen appearance. Their eyes were vacant, glowing with an eerie, pallid light that reflected a complete lack of sentience.


    Filu and Urgan hung back, their expressions darkening as they beheld the macabre scene.


    "What happened? What is this place?" Filu whispered.


    "A Qliphotic spawn pool," Zark''thul replied, his eyes narrowing as he took in the corrupted tree and the dryads'' transformation. "The Qliphoth have cultivated a point of ingress into this realm. This tree is a gateway. Those unfortunate dryads must have been drawn to the pool''s power, hoping to save their home from the taint, and they ended up trapped in the tree, forever bound to it."


    Filu''s grip tightened on her staff, her free hand now crackling with arcane energy. "What happens now? Can they be saved?"


    Zark''thul raised a hand, forestalling Filu''s attack.


    While simply destroying the tree and the shambling dryads would be a straightforward task, Zark''thul''s instinct compelled him to investigate the pool further. A simple slaughter lacked finesse and would only serve to sate his baser instincts.


    There had to be something more.


    The directive had a lengthy time limit for a reason. Surely, there was more to uncover. He had a full four days to investigate¡ªit would be wasteful to finish everything in only a couple of hours. He also needed to figure out the hidden requirement to fulfill the bonus objective.


    "We''re not doing anything... for now," Zark''thul decided, ignoring the looks of disbelief on his Agents'' faces. "This is just the beginning of what we need to uncover. We''ll return later. Mark this location."


    Filu''s eyes widened. "Are you sure? We shouldn''t allow this blight..."


    "Remember your directive," he reminded her firmly. "Investigate the missing dryads and the source of their corruption. Ending their suffering might be a part of it, but the directive doesn''t state what that entails. We have a larger objective. If we must return to end this, then so be it. But for now, we must understand why this is happening."


    After a moment of silent contemplation, Filu nodded reluctantly. "Of course, chieftain. I understand." The energy around her hand gradually dissipated as she relaxed her stance.


    Zark''thul, satisfied with their acquiescence, turned to lead them back into the depths of the forest, leaving the tormented tree and its captive dryads to their fate, at least for now.


    <hr>


    After hours of trekking through the increasingly dark and twisted forest, the group found a suitable resting place. Zark''thul didn''t require rest, but his subordinates did. Plus, the location they chose appeared to be one of the least tainted places in the woods. At this point, any form of respite was welcome.


    "I''ll stand guard," he declared, situating himself at the edge of their makeshift camp.


    Urgan grunted an acknowledgment and settled down, his broad back against a gnarled tree. Filu conjured a small arcane fire, its flames burning with an azure light that provided both warmth and illumination without the risk of spreading. She sat cross-legged beside the fire, her eyes reflecting the dance of the spectral flames.


    The night stretched on, the forest silent save for the distant sounds of nocturnal beasts. Zark''thul kept watch, his senses attuned to the shadowed depths of the woodlands. Hours drifted by, and eventually, the fire began to wane, casting long, flickering shadows across the camp.


    It was in these quiet hours that Zark''thul''s mind began to wander. He found himself reflecting on the events of the day, and of the Qliphotic spawn pool they had discovered. He was drawn to it, feeling a strange affinity for its dark, pulsating power. Yet, the Qliphoth and their relentless urge to eradicate all existence was a far throw from what he once sought.The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    Before his ill-fated defeat, Zark''thul had sought to conquer and absorb, not destroy. To subsume and assimilate the diversity of existence, not reduce it to nothingness. He had been a being of hunger, but it was a hunger that had form and shape¡ªa desire to encompass and transform.


    His eyes drifted skyward, tracing the constellations that glittered high above, their light dimmed by the smothering miasma of the tainted forest. They were a reminder of the cosmos he had once traversed, of the myriad worlds he had consumed and the countless civilizations he had brought into his fold. He was an architect of grand designs, weaving the threads of life and matter into a fabric of his own making.


    He wanted, no¡ªneeded to ascend to such heights once more.


    Therein lay the true reason he did not immediately destroy the Qliphotic spawn pool¡ªcuriosity. It was an itch in the back of his mind. The Qliphotic pool held a resonance, a beckoning to a power that was tantalizingly familiar, like the long-forgotten echoes of a distant dream.


    Did the Qliphoth hold the secret to his liberation? Was their power the key to breaking the chains of his confinement, to unleashing him once more upon the cosmos?


    Doubtful.


    The more probable answer was that they were merely a means to an end, a stepping stone on the path to his ultimate goal. Their power, though resonant, was antithetical to his purpose.


    Hours passed, and as the first rays of dawn broke through the canopy, Zark''thul rose from his silent vigil. He roused Urgan and Filu, and together they packed up the camp. Their journey continued, the forest growing denser, the shadows deeper.


    <hr>


    Throughout the day, they had found two more Qliphotic spawn pools and corrupted dryads, some bound to trees, others wandering about in a stupor. None of the pools were more potent than the first, each capable of corrupting only its immediate area. Though an infestation, there was no significant influence that threatened the entire Gloomshroud forest.


    Another curious discovery was that the trees linked to the spawn pools had begun to transform. Fleshy pods had started to grow beneath the knotted sinews of their bark, each about the size of a small beast or humanoid.


    He sent his scrying eyes to study one of them.


    The flesh of the pod was taut, its surface slick with an oily residue that bore an unsettling resemblance to the amniotic fluids of gestation. Within, an outline of a dryad''s body pressed against the membrane, its limbs contorted in a fetal position. Despite its stillness, an inner radiance pulsed softly, betraying the presence of life, albeit in a state of stasis or transformation. The skin of the creature within was a mottled patchwork of bark and flesh, as if it was halfway through a metamorphosis.


    Every now and then, a spasm would ripple through the pod, causing the form within to twitch and jerk violently. But these movements were brief and sporadic, quickly subsiding into the eerie stillness of whatever unnatural process was at work.


    His eyes pulled away, returning to himself.


    Urgan and Filu looked to him, an unspoken question in their eyes. They awaited his direction. Orders. Plans on what they had to do next.


    And yet, he couldn''t quite settle on an action.


    Nai''hum''s influence, the Qliphothic spawn pools, the dryads, the ley lines... and the town of Athebury, the victims of the abductions and sacrifices. The straightfoward approach would be to simply destroy the spawn pools as soon as possible before the corrupted trees could finish their gestation. There were already enough corrupted dryads wandering the forest.


    But was that really all there was to do? Find and destroy?


    That certainly would deal with the immediate problem, but all of the dryads would perish. Given what he''d heard of the nature of dryads from Filu, this could have unfortunate consequences for the forest and its inhabitants.


    Hmm... Perhaps finding a way to destroy the spawn pools while preserving the dryads'' lives would fulfill the hidden objective. It seemed like the only logical possibility.


    So, he needed a method to separate the Qliphotic essence from the dryads and then find a way to properly dispose of it without letting the corruption spread further. A solution that balanced the opposing elements of preservation and destruction. But what? None of his powers nor the skills of his Agents provided him with a feasible answer.


    Wait...


    He raised his brow, recalling an elusive fact that hinted at a possible solution to his dilemma.


    Opening his AetherLink, he scrolled through his list of powers, settling on Vocarious Maw of the Abyss.


    [Voracious Maw of the Abyss (Rank 1)] You conjure an otherworldly maw from your body, capable of devouring the corpses of slain enemies. Consuming a corpse grants additional EXP and resources, based on the target''s level and rarity. You can only acquire experience from a unique creature once. Cost: 5 Essence; Cooldown: 30 seconds


    Hmm...


    He was on the right track, but the effect didn''t consume essence, only corpses. Perhaps if he increased its rank...


    Using the AetherLink, he accessed the Maw''s upgrade page. Scrolling down, he found the information he sought:


    [Rank 2] New feature¡ª''Abyssal Devourer.'' The maw gains the ability to consume certain magical effects, granting temporary enhancements or detrimental effects based on the nature of the consumed effect. Cooldown reduced to 20 seconds.


    [Rank 3] ¡­


    Yes! This was what he needed. If he could use it to consume and separate the Qliphotic essence from the dryads, he might be able to meet the directive''s hidden objective.


    The upgrade would cost 300 Quintessence Shards. Given his current shard count of 940, it was an affordable expenditure. A small price to pay for potentially fulfilling the hidden directive.


    He upgraded the ability without hesitation.


    [Upgrade successful. You have gained new functionality: ''Abyssal Devourer.'']


    Zark''thul felt a subtle shift in the energy flowing through him, a tangible indication of the upgrade taking effect. He nodded, turning to Filu and Urgan.


    "I''ve got a plan..."


    <hr>


    As Filu and Urgan engaged the corrupted dryads, Zark''thul rushed towards the tree. His goal was to reach the center of the Qliphotic spawn pool and consume the essence fueling it, which pulsed beneath the darkened earth and turgid flesh of the infected tree.


    But first, he needed to weaken it.


    He fired an Eldritch Blast at the tree, obliterating a section of its lower trunk. The tree shuddered and contorted, its remaining dryad prisoners wailing in unison as black ichor gushed from the gaping wound.


    Around him, the corrupted dryads pressed in, their twisted forms writhing and snapping. Urgan and Filu kept them at bay, the orc tank deflecting attacks with his shield and sweeping his mace in broad strokes to push back the creatures, while Filu unleashed bursts of arcane energy, searing and blasting their assailants.


    The tree, now towering over him, began to shift and transform. Its massive trunk bulged and stretched, sprouting twisted, vine-like appendages that lashed out at Zark''thul.


    He dodged and wove between the attacks, waiting for the right moment to strike back.


    As the tree lashed out once more, he fired another Eldritch Blast, severing several of the attacking tendrils. Black ichor sprayed from the stumps, splattering him in dark, sizzling liquid. Ignoring the foul substance, he began to hack and slash at the tree with his bare hands, tearing chunks of flesh-like bark away, revealing more of the pulsating, corrupt essence beneath.


    The Qliphotic essence, a writhing, amorphous mass of darkness, pulsed and squirmed beneath the surface. Zark''thul stared into its swirling depths, his own primal hunger stirring in resonance.


    He fired an Eldritch Blast directly into the exposed essence, causing the entire tree to shudder and scream. A cacophony of anguish arose from the trapped dryads as their bonds tightened, the tree''s tendrils coiling around them like constricting snakes.


    With the tree stunned by his attack, Zark''thul activated his Voracious Maw of the Abyss, a gaping, tooth-filled orifice materializing as a shadowy appendage from his back. The maw lunged at the exposed essence, clamping down on it with rows of shadowy teeth. He could feel the essence''s power resist the pull of his Maw, its energy attempting to seep back into the ground and the surrounding forest.


    But Zark''thul''s hunger was stronger. His Maw tore at the essence, ripping it apart and dragging it into the shadowy void within.


    The Qliphotic essence was a maelstrom of discordant energies, chaotic and violent. It surged and twisted, fighting against the consuming force of his Maw. Zark''thul''s mind was flooded with visions of unmaking, of a universe devoured and returned to the void.


    It was the antithesis of everything he was¡ªa being that sought to consume and transform, not annihilate and erase. But even with its violent struggle, he overpowered it, pulling it in, claiming its power for his own.


    His Maw continued to devour the essence, the shadowy appendage becoming engorged with dark energy. The tree before him started to change. Its blackened, corrupt flesh slowly turned pale and lifeless, the tendrils that held the dryads in their grasp withering and retracting.


    The dryads, now freed from their bonds, fell from the tree and lay on the ground, stunned and disoriented. One by one, they stirred, their forms slowly transforming back into their natural, verdant states.


    With a final, decisive pull, his Maw claimed the last of the Qliphotic essence. The tree, now a withered husk of its former self, stood lifeless and inert, its once-dark presence now cleansed.


    The other dryads, those that had been shambling about the clearing, also underwent a transformation. The corrupted bark and twisted growths that marred their forms receded, leaving them untouched, their eyes regaining a semblance of consciousness and awareness. They looked around, bewildered, as if awakening from a terrible nightmare.


    Filu and Urgan paused in their defense, watching the transformation in awe and disbelief.


    "Did... did you see that?" Filu murmured.


    "Boss ate the black stuff," Urgan grunted, a hint of awe in his voice. "Boss strong. Very strong."


    As Zark''thul''s Maw finished its task, it disconnected from the withered tree and withdrew. He could still feel the residual power of the Qliphotic essence within him, a discordant note in the symphony of his being.


    [You have consumed a Qliphotic Spawn Pool. You have gained 1,000 EXP.]


    [New buff acquired] Abyssal Devourer (Eldritch Power). While active, attacks have a 20% chance to summon an Abyssal Tentacle to strike at a nearby enemy. Lasts for 2 hours. (Buff can be refreshed if you consume another Qliphotic essence within the allotted time.)


    Zark''thul nodded in approval and pocketed his AetherLink. "Regroup. We''re going to do the same to the rest of the spawn pools."


    <hr>


    By the third day, the last Qliphotic spawn pool had fallen, devoured by Zark''thul''s Abyssal Maw. Each victory had been accompanied by similar transformative results¡ªthe restoration of the captive dryads and the reversion of the corrupted dryads back to their natural forms.


    The forest around them, previously weighed down by the heavy cloak of Qliphotic influence, was slowly but perceptibly rejuvenating. The twisted, decaying vegetation had given way to fresh growth, the dark, ominous miasma dissipating into a cleaner, clearer atmosphere.


    "It''s almost like a different place," Filu murmured, her eyes following the first soft rays of sunlight as they pierced through the canopy. Her staff, which had been alight with arcane fire for days to provide illumination in the pitch-dark of the forest, finally dimmed.


    Zark''thul slumped against a nearby tree, weariness weighing him down.


    Having only two squad members present to defend him during the cleansing process had proved a considerable challenge, and his strategy for tackling the spawn pools had grown increasingly taxing. His suit, once pristine, was now in tatters, and numerous wounds marked his form.


    But now, at least, it was finished.


    He checked the progress on his AetherLink.


    [Directive 3-4: Investigate the Missing Dryads]


    [You have cleared the objective successfully. 3/3 Qliphotic spawn pools destroyed.]


    [You have cleared the bonus objective successfully. All corrupted dryads rescued from Qliphotic influence.]


    [You have unlocked the ''Sylvan Dossier'' in your Agent Recruitment pool.]


    [Do you wish to submit the directive as ''Complete''? (Y/N)]


    No, not yet. They still had one more day to wait for the goblins'' return with their promised worgs. After that, they could leave, but not a moment sooner.


    At least his intuition about the dryads being the bonus objective was correct. How he could have freed those captive dryads without Abyssal Devourer, he was unsure, but regardless, he''d achieved it. Now, all that was left was to complete the waiting game until Rakk, Skitters, and Vraza returned with the worgs.


    "Let''s head back to the rendezvous point and wait for the rest," Zark''thul said, his voice reflecting the same tiredness that weighed on his body.


    Urgan helped him to his feet, and they slowly made their way back through the transforming forest.


    <hr>


    Zark''thul checked the time on his AetherLink¡ªthree hours until the time limit. They''d been at the rendezvous point for a full day. It was getting close.


    The goblins had better show up soon.


    As if summoned by his thoughts, a sharp howl pierced the air, echoing through the trees. Another howl responded, then another. Soon, the sounds of heavy, padded feet and the rustling of leaves and snapping of branches grew louder, signaling an imminent arrival.


    Within moments, Rakk, Skitters, and Vraza burst into the clearing, riding atop three massive worgs. Their mounts were each as large as a horse, their fur a mixture of dark gray and black, and their yellow eyes gleaming with feral intelligence. Behind them, three other worgs followed, these without riders and adorned with sturdy leather collars.


    "Got them, boss!" Rakk declared, his voice filled with pride. He dismounted, landing lightly on his feet, before moving to check the gear strapped to his worg. "T''was a tough deal, but we managed."


    Vraza and Skitters also dismounted, the latter casting a wary eye on the worg he rode, its jaws snapping at him. "I''s swearin'', this beast''s had a vendetta against me," Skitters muttered, giving the worg a wide berth as he joined the others.


    Rakk grinned, his sharp teeth flashing. "It''s ''cause you kept pokin'' it with that crossbow a''yours, ya green-skinned gimboid."


    "Aww, shut it," Skitters retorted, turning his attention to Zark''thul. "These are the best we could manage, boss. That tribe wasn''t too keen on lettin'' their guard dogs go, even if we''s did sweeten the deal with a whole lot o'' shiny things."


    Zark''thul nodded, casting an appraising eye over the six worgs. "Acceptable. Let''s prepare to depart."


    He turned to head out, but stopped, glacing back at the three goblins. "Good work."


    The goblins beamed at the rare praise.

 Chapter 23: Brick and Mortar

    [Directive 3-6: Eliminate the Floor Guardian. Status: Complete; Rewards have been allocated to your account.]


    [Floor 4 is now unlocked.]


    This was the first time he wasn''t present to defeat the floor''s guardian. The squad combination comprising Clare, Byron, Filu, Albert and Kaasil managed to achieve it, though not without significant effort, resulting in several team members'' injuries, as indicated by his notifications.


    In contrast to the simplicity of the last floor''s guardian, this guardian was a corrupted treant the cultists had empowered in the heart of the Gloomshroud forest. Thanks to completing the bonus directive of Directive 3-5, Zark''thul had been able to glimpse the stats of the floor guardian beforehand¡ªa Summoner type that spawned wave after wave of fungal minions.


    Having his Artillery-role agents focus their ranged attacks on the guardian was critical to the squad''s victory. After analyzing the footage from the floor guardian battle and reviewing their performance, Zark''thul couldn''t think of a different strategy they could have employed to defeat the guardian without any casualties.


    His agents had done well, and now Floor 4 was unlocked.


    With a thought, he navigated his console to the available Floor 4 Directives. The screen presented four options:


    <blockquote>


    [Directives for Floor 4]


    [Directive 4-1] Disrupt Cult Recruitment Efforts


    [Objective] Investigate and disrupt the cult''s recruitment efforts in the city of Briburg. Identify and incapacitate key figures responsible for recruitment.


    [Bonus] Capture key figures alive. If completed, this bonus will provide additional missions in the city.


    [Directive 4-2] Broker Peace Between Rival Guilds


    [Objective] Interact with the rival guilds, the Hand of Unity and the Rising Tide, to foster peace and collaboration. Determine the reasons behind their conflict and facilitate dialogue.


    [Bonus] Resolve the conflict without favoring one side, ensuring a mutually agreed upon resolution by both guilds. If completed, this bonus will provide additional missions within the guilds and may potentially open up unique rewards.


    [Directive 4-3] (Repeatable) Gather Alchemical Ingredients


    [Objective] Using the attached map, gather required ingredients from various locations across the region. Some of these ingredients will only spawn when an Agent is present.


    [Directive 4-4] (Repeatable) Patrol the Trade Route


    [Objective] Using the attached map, travel along the trade route between Briburg and the nearest town. Engage any enemies encountered and defeat them. Ensure the safety of merchants, travelers, and caravans traversing this route.


    [Directive 4-5] Quell the Stirring Evil in the Crypts


    [Objective] A group of adventurers recently ventured into an ancient crypt and have not returned. Investigate the crypt, ascertain the adventurers'' fate, and eliminate any threats within.


    [Bonus] Return with a unique treasure (to be specified) from within the crypt.


    </blockquote>


    Zark''thul drummed his fingers on his desk.


    Out of the directives available, the third and fourth appeared to be low-priority tasks suitable for his Agents to handle independently. The first and second directives seemed like significant tasks, yet they provided vague information. Not much to go on, in that regard. As for the fifth, he couldn''t make any judgment calls without further information.


    At least some of the bonus objectives were displayed this time around.


    Typically, Zark''thul would assign squads to tackle multiple directives at once, with himself assuming a leading role in the most crucial one. However, at the moment, his schedule was occupied.


    Elspeth set a datapad down on his desk. "Here''s your schedule for the day, sir. The logistics team is expecting your call to confirm the goods for this week''s shipment. Also, there''s a new list of candidates who applied to join the company this morning. The marketing team requested you review their latest report, and Alice Blankenship has something she wants to discuss with you."


    Zark''thul''s gaze landed on the report. "More staff?"


    "Yes. With the fourth floor unlocked, I assumed we would be expanding operations again," Elspeth replied.


    True. It was time to expand and establish a new department again, but he hadn''t decided which one. With the addition of a marketing department, the question now was what to focus on: research and development or resource harvesting and processing?


    Both departments required substantial capital investment, which wasn''t an issue given their current financial situation. Nevertheless, he was looking for the optimal choice that would offer the highest return on investment.


    Well, there was more than enough time to decide. For now, his priority was meeting Alice and addressing whatever was so important to her. This was the first time she had asked to speak to him directly, outside their routine meetings.


    After finishing his paperwork and wrapping up some minor tasks, Zark''thul met with the logistics team. He quickly reviewed and approved the items for their next shipment. Based on the orders streaming in, there was a broad market interest in all the items they were offering. Sathonic Crystals were in high demand, but so were Siltstone Cores and Mirecrystal Eggs. The same was true for the alchemical reagents, where no singular item stood out. They were all being ordered in similar quantities.


    By the time he concluded the logistics meeting, he received an update: Alice Blankenship had already arrived at his office. Before the meeting, he perused her new marketing report. It detailed the marketing campaigns'' performance over the past two weeks, emphasizing the substantial increase in their revenue, the expansion of their client base, and the engagement they had achieved on social media.


    While their profit margin was modest, it was also steadily rising, showing the effectiveness of their campaigns.


    All in all, an excellent report.


    Zark''thul arrived at his office and settled into his chair. Across from him sat Alice Blankenship, the marketing director he had hired three weeks ago. With her dark hair styled in a bun and her professional attire, she presented a competent image. They exchanged greetings, and Zark''thul got straight to the point, "I presume your campaigns are successful? Why do you wish to speak with me?"


    She cleared her throat. "Sir, it''s about the feedback we''ve been receiving on our social media platforms, as well as the calls the customer support team has been fielding."


    "Feedback?" he questioned.


    "Yes," she replied. "Our customers have been commenting and calling in, wanting to know more about the resources we''re selling. Inquiring into the origins, the nature of the business, and things like that."


    "Should I be concerned about this?" Zark''thul inquired, unsure where the conversation was leading.


    "No, nothing serious, sir. But since the sale of these resources is one of our main sources of revenue, I was thinking it might be a good idea to expand our reach. Consider the option of opening a storefront where we can display some of our wares. The positive side of this is that it would allow us to market a range of products to potential customers in a more physical manner, and we would be able to highlight any unique aspects of your, er, merchandise."


    "Continue."


    "We would be able to reach a new customer base. Physical stores often attract different clientele than those found online, even if their offerings are similar. However, given the nature of what we''re selling, we could also leverage the appeal of a physical store to attract high-end customers."


    "High-end customers, you say? Do we have them?" he asked.


    "We certainly do. From the orders we''ve received, about ten percent of our customers have been high-end clients. Many of them are big industry moguls and investors who have bought entire lots of our resources, usually for their industrial processes."


    "I see," Zark''thul nodded. "So, you think a physical store is the next step?"


    She replied with a confident nod, her hands coming together in an earnest gesture. "Exactly, sir. A storefront would benefit us in various ways. I''ve drafted a business proposal detailing everything," she said, offering a printed document across the desk to him.


    He took it, reading through the pages.


    Her proposal outlined the various potential advantages of opening a physical store, complete with projected financials and a floor plan for the layout of the hypothetical store. It also mentioned a space for rent within the city, which could potentially house the proposed establishment.


    He noted the numbers she had calculated. "These are estimates?"


    "Yes. Revenue estimates based on our current income, the costs of renting a place, employee salaries, and other fees associated with opening and operating a store. All included," she responded, leaning forward ever-so-slightly in her chair.


    He glanced over the data once more, particularly the projected revenue. It was certainly an attractive proposition, promising higher profit margins and an opportunity to engage with a more affluent clientele.


    "Do you believe this will be more profitable than our online shop in the long term?" he asked.


    "Based on the numbers, yes," she said, crossing her legs as her hands came to rest in her lap. "Xashai and I discussed this extensively in one of our meetings. She is aware of my intentions."


    "You''ve already discussed this with Xashai?"


    "Yes, sir. Xashai and I are working together closely. I wouldn''t make such a decision on my own. As a matter of fact, she suggested the location for the potential store."


    Zark''thul grunted, conceding the point. Xashai would certainly have vetted Alice''s plan. Her insight and understanding of the local markets and politics were indispensable.


    After a moment''s thought, he made his decision. "Very well. Proceed with the next steps. Acquire the property and ensure it''s adequately staffed. If you need any assistance, let me know."


    A broad smile broke across her face. "Of course! Thank you, sir."


    A thought occurred to him. Not once so far had he stepped out of the Tower and into the city proper. Could he?The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.


    There was only one way to find out.


    "Have Xashai send me the location and its specifics. I''ll take a look at it," he said.


    Alice nodded. "Of course, sir. I''ll let her know right away. Would that be all?"


    "Yes. You''re dismissed," he replied, and she rose, gathering her things before exiting his office. Once she was gone, he turned his attention to Elspeth, who had been standing nearby. "Make the necessary arrangements. I''m going out. I am allowed to, aren''t I?"


    "There are no restrictions on your movement outside the Tower or in this city, sir," she replied. "However, you won''t be able to use your powers or summon assistance from within the Tower unless in exceptional circumstances. I will see to it that a car is prepared for you."


    "Good."


    <hr>


    Zark''thul stepped into the courtyard, a rare outing for him. Typically, his days were confined within the Tower, managing the administrative demands that his new, enigmatic position entailed. Yet, today was an exception¡ªone he intended to exploit to its fullest.


    A sleek, black automobile idled nearby, ready to whisk him away. He noted the black windows that provided privacy from prying eyes. At least, that was his assumption.


    His thoughts were abruptly derailed by Elspeth, who seemed to materialize beside him. "Your car is here, sir. We have a few hours before the property viewing," she informed him.


    "We? You''re coming along?" he inquired.


    "As your personal assistant, my place is by your side," she answered matter-of-factly.


    He rolled his eyes but didn''t protest. He stepped into the car, seating himself in the back. As he settled in, he noticed the vehicle''s opulent interior. Leather upholstery enveloped him, and the polished wooden paneling was accented by sleek metal fixtures. The cabin was spacious, the carpeting below his feet lush, and the lighting was provided by a cunningly designed sunroof, giving the cabin a pleasant illumination.


    Elspeth followed him in, seating herself adjacent to him. "Let''s go," she announced.


    Almost instantly, the car hummed to life, its wheels gently rolling over the courtyard''s paved surface. Zark''thul felt a brief moment of surprise at the vehicle''s movement, for there was no driver behind the wheel. He''d always observed their transport vehicles being manned. Yet, Elspeth seemed undisturbed. Were self-driving vehicles a common occurrence?


    As the gates of the Tower''s courtyard parted, the car navigated its way out and onto the city''s bustling streets.


    Zark''thul leaned back, watching the urban scenery of skyscrapers and commercial buildings glide past his window.


    "I never asked what this place was called," he said aloud.


    Elspeth seemed to pick up on his unspoken inquiry. "This city is called Avalon."


    Avalon... the name echoed in his mind¡ªa familiar name.


    "Can you tell me about this city?" he asked, looking at the vast buildings with their sharp, angular design. Many had facades adorned with glass that glittered in the sunlight.


    "Certainly," Elspeth replied, her green eyes momentarily flashing. "Avalon is known as the ''City of Eternal Convergence,'' an apt moniker. The city has a unique position, situated as a nexus where realms intersect and overlap. Beings from all realms can be found here."


    Zark''thul''s brow furrowed. "How is that possible?"


    "The city is in a unique dimensional pocket. The realm that we''re in is both a world of its own and a convergence point for others. Avalon is one of the larger cities, but there are more of them across this realm."


    As Zark''thul continued to watch the city''s bustle from his window, he understood that ''all realms'' truly meant the diversity that existed here. Buildings that ranged from towering, to squat, to ornate to simplistic¡ªeach distinct architecture told a story of its origin realm.


    The inhabitants were no less varied: some humanoid and some not, others clad in clothes similar to his while many wore garments as exotic as their forms.


    Elspeth continued, "The population here is a melting pot of various species from humans to dwarves, elves, ogres, goblins, and more. Some even consider Avalon to be the ''afterlife'' for those who pass on from the lower realms, although no one truly knows for sure if that''s the case."


    "The afterlife?" Zark''thul asked, intrigued.


    "The city is boundless and eternal," Elspeth answered. "Some beings who have died in lower realms may find themselves here upon death. Yet, many are born into the city, and others find themselves in Avalon by virtue of its strange nature, simply manifesting within its boundaries."


    "And no one knows how or why they end up here?" he asked.


    "No one knows. It is as though the city selects those who belong."


    He looked back out the window. "Sounds like this city behaves similarly to the Tower."


    A ghost of a smile flickered on her lips. "Quite right, sir."


    Their conversation was interrupted as the car turned sharply, and a small building came into view. The car slowed to a stop, and the doors opened.


    "We''re here, sir," Elspeth announced. They both stepped out and stood before a building with a For Rent sign plastered on the front. The agent sent to assist them wasn''t present yet.


    "This is it?" he asked, squinting at the plain, single-story brick building, which was wide but short, taking up considerable street frontage but dwarfed in height by its neighbors.


    "It is," Elspeth confirmed.


    "Didn''t expect it to be this small," he said.


    "Not an issue, sir. You can expand it once you own the place," she replied, glancing down at her wristwatch. "We have two hours and forty-two minutes until the appointed time for the property viewing. What would you like to do in the meantime, sir?"


    A grin crept onto Zark''thul''s face. "How about a short stroll through the city?"


    <hr>


    Leaving their car in the parking lot, Zark''thul and Elspeth embarked on an impromptu tour of the area. Their journey took them down sidewalks and avenues, the hustle and bustle of the city enveloping them.


    The atmosphere in Avalon was remarkably relaxed, he observed. The beings they encountered seemed to go about their business with an air of nonchalance, though occasionally he noticed curious glances directed their way, especially at Elspeth.


    As they walked, Elspeth served as his guide, her voice carrying an informative tone.


    "Is there anything in particular that you''re looking for, sir?" she asked.


    "No," he replied, his eyes scanning the multitude of shops and storefronts that lined the streets. "I simply want to see what sort of products and services this city has to offer."


    As he was conducting a visual inspection of the storefronts, they passed by a caf¨¦. The aroma of freshly roasted coffee wafted through the air, compelling him to stop momentarily.


    After days... weeks of Elspeth''s incessant coffee offerings, he''d developed a taste for it. An involuntary snort escaped him. Was this some kind of Stockholm syndrome for coffees?


    Elspeth, having paused beside him, shot him a query with her eyes.


    "I would like some coffee," he declared, making his way into the caf¨¦.


    "Of course, sir."


    Upon entering, they were greeted by the cafe''s barista, a blue-skinned being with a single horn protruding from her head.


    "He''ll have a cappuccino with skimmed milk, a bit of sugar, but no whipped cream, no foam, and chocolate on top. Oh, and a lid. Is that alright, sir?" Elspeth requested with a sidelong glance at him.


    It''s coffee... how hard could it be? "Yes."


    "That would be 15 credits, please," the barista said, her fingers dancing on the cash register. Elspeth obliged by tapping her wristwatch to the screen of the register, completing the transaction. The barista proceeded to prepare his drink, the gurgling and hissing of the espresso machine filling the air.


    While he waited, Zark''thul leaned against the wall, glancing out of the caf¨¦''s large windows. Outside, Avalon''s cityscape was a fascinating juxtaposition of old and new. Gleaming skyscrapers dominated the horizon, their mirrored surfaces reflecting the sky. Closer to the ground, buildings with stone facades and ornate carvings nestled between the towering structures.


    Pedestrians filled the streets and sidewalks. There was an unceasing flux of automobiles, some modern and sleek, and some antique, each emitting a distinct noise. It was a jarring mix of eras, yet the chaos seemed harmonious.


    Elspeth silently accepted the drink from the barista, carefully placing a lid on top before extending it to him. He accepted the beverage and sipped it. The taste was virtually identical to the ones Elspeth would offer him, albeit not quite as hot.


    There was no need for him to make his preferences known; Elspeth already knew. She always did.


    "Shall we move on?" she asked, and he nodded. They stepped back onto the street, continuing their leisurely exploration.


    They passed various shops: clothing stores with mannequins draped in exotic garments, restaurants exuding delicious aromas, bookstores with enticing displays, and myriad more. All of these establishments displayed their price tags for all to see.


    As they walked, Elspeth shared her insights on the city, speaking of the shops, the landmarks, and the people they saw. Her words were interspersed with questions that piqued his curiosity, such as inquiring about the technology that powered the cars, the trains crisscrossing the city, and the distant blimps that cruised above.


    Each question of hers was accompanied by a detailed answer, almost as if she had been waiting for his inquiries.


    So engrossed was he in his observations of Avalon that their eventual return to the storefront available for rent had taken him by surprise.


    "A pleasure meeting you," the agent, a short, plump man with a receding hairline, said with a warm smile. "And of course, a big thank you for showing interest in this little piece of real estate. As you can see, it is a lovely property that has seen excellent upkeep."


    He unlocked the doors and then turned to Zark''thul and Elspeth, his key ring jangling. "Please, this way," he beckoned them.


    They were escorted into a brightly lit interior, the space adorned with pristine white walls, a shining tiled floor, and ample windows. The ceiling was also of a pristine white and hung with chic-looking lights that were currently turned off, the abundance of windows providing more than enough illumination. There was a door to the right and another at the end of the store. To the left, a set of stairs led to an upper floor.


    "All the appliances you see here are included in the package, from the lights to the heating system and air conditioning," the agent said, waving his hand around. "Shall we explore the first floor?"


    He led them through the right door, which opened to a break room fitted with a coffee maker and a sink. To the back was a bathroom that, like the rest of the store, was impeccably maintained.


    Then they moved to the back room. It was large, filled with shelves, cabinets, and empty storage racks. The walls were covered in light-colored wood panels, while the floor was lined with gray ceramic tiles. Two large shutter doors were positioned at the far end of the room, which suggested to Zark''thul that they likely faced the rear street or alleyway.


    "As you can see, there''s plenty of space here," the agent chimed in. "Perfect for whatever storage needs you might have."


    They ventured upstairs, where the tour continued. Upstairs was a series of rooms that could serve as offices or private spaces. These rooms were similarly bright and modern, furnished with simple, sleek desks, chairs, and wooden shelving.


    As he walked through the building, Zark''thul noticed Elspeth scrutinizing every detail. Her gaze wandered from the tiles to the walls and furniture. She checked the light switches and the appliances, making notes on her tablet.


    When they returned to the main floor, Elspeth engaged the agent in a conversation. "How much is the monthly rent for this property?"


    The agent cleared his throat. "The owner is looking for 25,000 credits per month. It''s a very reasonable price, considering the prime location."


    Elspeth raised an eyebrow. "25,000 a month? With all due respect, sir, the price seems rather... ambitious. We would want to negotiate down."


    "Very well. The final price depends on what the owner deems acceptable," the agent replied. "However, as a prime location, this storefront is expected to fetch a significant premium."


    As they spoke, Zark''thul explored the store. It certainly matched the layout he had seen in the report Alice Blankenship had sent him. It was spacious, clean, and in good condition, providing ample room for a storefront. He imagined the main area bustling with customers, marveling at their offerings.


    Then his thoughts turned to the upstairs area, with its offices and storage spaces. Here, too, he could envision his staff at work, processing orders and maintaining stock.


    His feet carried him outside. The storefront was situated on a corner lot, giving it two large glass-paned display windows. From here, he could see the ongoing ebb and flow of the city. There was a steady stream of vehicles and foot traffic. An excellent location indeed.


    From the distance, he could see the imposing figure of the Tower, dwarfing the buildings around it. Much like the other skyscrapers, it was a tower of glass, steel, and concrete that had become part of the city''s distinctive skyline. It appeared perfectly ordinary, basking in the daylight.


    It was hard to imagine that inside, a labyrinthine, non-euclidean space awaited.


    It wasn''t long before Elspeth and the real estate agent found him.


    "Negotiations are complete, sir," she reported. "We have agreed to 15,000 credits a month, with an additional 10,000 for the initial three-month security deposit."


    He nodded. "That''s acceptable."


    "Very good," the agent said. "Once you sign the contract and the deposit clears, the storefront is yours."


    "We''ll arrange the signing," Elspeth interjected. "Thank you for your time."


    "My pleasure," the agent said. "It has been a joy meeting you both. Please contact me if you have any further questions."


    He offered a handshake, which Zark''thul accepted. After a quick farewell, the agent left.


    "Well, that was easier than expected," Zark''thul said.


    "Agreed. It was an efficient negotiation. With this property secured, we can start preparing for the new venture. Do you have a name in mind for the store, sir?"


    "Not really."

 Chapter 24: Babels Basement

    With the paperwork sorted and the rental process complete, the store was officially theirs. Despite this, it wasn''t until the next day that the paperwork had been officially stamped, marked, and registered in the real estate books.


    A pointless formality, as Zark''thul saw it. Elspeth had been keen on mentioning the requirement, and he knew from her punctual personality that it was something that could not be skipped.


    This day, however, they were back at the store. Today, Zark''thul had brought Alice along to give her input.


    The marketing director admired the interior, gushing over the storefront''s design and the ample street-facing glass windows. "Oh my, it looks absolutely stunning. I can''t wait to see what we can make of this."


    "You''ll have free rein to furnish and design it however you wish," Zark''thul said, his eyes lingering on the large, vacant storefront. "But keep it under budget. I don''t want us overspending on this project."


    "Yes, of course, sir! We''ll be prudent," Alice replied with a nod. "Xashai and I have already decided to hire an interior designer. She has quite a good eye for these things."


    "That''s not what I..." he sighed, thinking it best to let Xashai handle any potential issues of expenditure.


    As they circled the ground floor, Elspeth made her way up to the second. Zark''thul heard the telltale sounds of her footsteps echoing on the stairs.


    "Do you have any plans for the upper floor, sir?" Alice asked, turning her gaze toward the staircase.


    He shrugged. "Right now, no. The upstairs will be for employee offices and perhaps some storage space."


    "Oh. So, we can...?"


    "Go ahead," he gestured.


    With a grin and a nod, she dashed up the stairs.


    He waited downstairs, listening to the muffled voices and footsteps from above. It seemed they were busy making plans for the future of the store.


    Sooner than he thought, both Elspeth and Alice returned to the ground floor, looking pleased. "Finished already?"


    Alice nodded. "Yes, sir. It was a brief overview, but we''ve already started to discuss our vision for the space. Don''t worry, I''ll make sure you''re informed about all of our plans and ideas before we move forward."


    "I''m counting on that," he replied.


    "Now that the property is in our possession, there are a few additional steps we need to take," Elspeth interjected. "We''ll need to apply for the necessary permits for any physical alterations, and we''ll have to hire the required personnel."


    "I''ll arrange the permits," Alice said. "That''s part of my responsibility."


    "The hiring will be on us, sir," Elspeth said, looking at him.


    Zark''thul sighed.


    More interviews. He would rather face an army of fanatics again than deal with those.


    "Anything else?"


    "Yes," Elspeth continued, unbothered. "You need to choose a name for the store. Alice can''t go to the licensing office without one."


    "She''s right, sir," Alice said. "And a catchy name could help with brand recognition."


    Names. Names. Names.


    Everyone wanted him to name something or someone. First, it was the REDLINEs, who had demanded he give each of them individual names, names for products, office room names, and now the store. When was it going to stop? At this rate, he''d even need to name individual items and articles within the store.


    At what point does this end?


    "It''s not that easy on the spot," Zark''thul complained. "Give me some time."


    As the two women turned their attention to discussing their plans for the store, Zark''thul turned to stare out the window. The bustling city was on full display, showing the skyscrapers in the background, with crowds milling about and vehicles streaming by. There was a bus stop in front of their store, and he watched as a group of humanoids alighted from the bus.


    Inspiration struck.


    "The Name," he said, looking at the two women. "I''ve thought of it. ''Babel''s Basement.''"


    Both of them blinked, confused.


    "Excuse me, sir?" Elspeth asked, her head tilted slightly.


    "The name of this store: ''Babel''s Basement.'' That''s what we''re going with," he said.


    "Um, sir, is this perhaps some kind of metaphor? What is a basement doing here?" Alice inquired.


    Elspeth looked thoughtful. "''Babel,'' I know, refers to an old parable. In the parable, people wanted to build a tower to reach the heavens, but their hubris incurred the wrath of the gods who then cursed them with different languages. This made it impossible for them to cooperate, and thus the tower fell. Some say this is how humanity became multilingual."


    "How apt," Zark''thul mused. "In a way, the story is similar to mine. A fall from grace, one could say."


    "But why basement, sir?"


    Zark''thul pointed out of the window at the distant Tower that loomed in the background. "We are dealing in items of the Tower. Wouldn''t that make this a basement of the Tower in a way?"


    Both women stood staring at him.


    Then, they looked at each other.


    Elspeth said, "Well, it''s..."


    "... certainly creative," Alice finished. "It has a certain ring to it, though. Babel''s Basement."


    Elspeth nodded, consulting her tablet. "Nothing like it in the business register, either. So we could secure the trademark for that."


    Alice hesitated, "Well, I suppose we could do a survey with our current customers¡ª"


    "Are you saying I''m wrong, Miss Blankenship?" he interrupted, glaring at her.


    "Ah! N-No, of course not! If you think that''s a good name, sir, I''m sure the rest will agree as well," she replied, cowering.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    "Good, that''s settled then," he said, turning. "We''ll get started right away. Alice, make sure we have the permits. Elspeth, we''ll start the hiring process."


    "Yes, sir."


    As he stepped out of the store, he murmured to himself. "Babel''s Basement. I like it."


    <hr>


    Back in his office, Zark''thul stared at his computer screen, his fingers poised over the keyboard. Managing the business aside, he still had to coordinate his Agents to complete the fourth-floor directives.


    A ping drew his attention to his monitor.


    [Squad 3 has completed Directive 4-4: Patrol the Trade Route. Rewards have been allocated to your account.]


    The results of a live playback appeared on his screen. A visual feed showed the last few minutes of Squad 3''s confrontation on the trade route. The combat and its conclusion were replayed in a matter of moments. The battle itself didn''t pose significant interest to Zark''thul; it was a mere repeatable directive that had to be routinely addressed.


    The performance of Squad 3, though, was worth noting. The squad had successfully managed to protect the merchants and vanquish the attacking bandits within the time limit.


    "Hmm, better results," he noted to himself. That was the fourth iteration of this particular directive.


    With a command, he altered the feed, the battle rewinding. This time, he focused on the details of the confrontation, scrutinizing the actions of each Agent in the squad. One action caught his attention in particular: Albert''s activation of his ''Suppressive Fire'' skill, an ability to provide cover fire to protect an ally, thereby causing enemy attacks against them to be ineffective.


    The enemy attack had been aimed at one of the merchants they were tasked to protect, a recurring element in this specific directive.


    Pleased by their performance, he began writing up his evaluation report, adding notes to each Agent''s file. As he navigated to the next tab, another ping drew his attention. Another squad had returned from a mission: Squad 4, this time with an accompanying live playback. They had completed their mission as well.


    [You have advanced to Level 7]


    [New Ability Unlocked!]


    [Footsteps of the Void] You partially phase into the void for a limited time, allowing you to move silently and avoid detection. Gain increased movement speed and a chance to evade physical attacks entirely. Increased chance to dodge physical attacks while ability is active: +10%. This effect can be extended by consuming 5 Essence for every additional minute. Maximum extension is 10 minutes. The ability will deactivate when Essence is depleted below the extension cost.


    Smiling to himself, he opened the new ability''s page to review its details. His initial impression was that the ability would prove very useful for espionage, reconnaissance, and covert operations. Invisibility was always a potent skill, and with the added bonus of enhanced movement speed and increased probability of dodging attacks, this new skill had multifaceted applications.


    He would need to experiment with it to see just how versatile it was¡ªand that meant going out in the field again with his Agents.


    Later, though. First, he had to get through his administrative tasks.


    Dismissing the notification, he watched Squad 4''s feed, ready to assess and evaluate their performance. The task they had completed was the repeatable Directive 4-3. Gathering the alchemical ingredients wasn''t a high-risk task, especially with the information they had regarding the enemy threats in the area, which were mostly beasts. A direct clash between them and his Agents was unlikely to lead to any casualties.


    On the playback, Zark''thul observed as the goblinoid agents began to collect the required herbs and minerals. He spotted Krark, the Artillery-role goblin, stationed atop a tree, acting as a lookout and defender in case a beast happened to stray too close to their operations.


    Lokz, a Warrior-Mage, led the group, assisting with the gathering where he could. Silm, a Support-role goblin, helped Kaasil, an Artillery-role goblin, with her harvesting efforts. Lastly, Gorlag, a Berserker-role orc, was put to work lifting the heavy objects, whether they were rocks or boulders that had to be broken or hauled aside for easier access.


    They moved as a coordinated team, as expected. He''d overseen their training closely; their competence was his own success.


    Another screen flashed as he tabbed over. It was time to review their results. Their yields were recorded by the system and automatically added to his inventory.


    <blockquote>


    Duskpetal: 74 units


    Frostthorn: 65 units


    Windburst Seed: 31 units


    Vellumroot: 48 units


    Torcspore: 2 units


    </blockquote>


    An increase in their numbers, overall. However, one item stood out.


    Torcspore? There had been none in their previous harvests, and yet this time, they had stumbled upon two. He opened another browser, doing a brief search for the term, and an image popped up. A mushroom with a golden cap, segmented like an insect''s abdomen, dotted with reddish-orange spots, and bearing spiky growths, looking almost like a long-legged insect rather than a fungus.


    Despite its unsettling appearance, it was highly prized by alchemists, apothecaries, and enchanters alike. His inquiry revealed a staggering price of about 3,500 credits for each Torcspore harvested.


    He inhaled deeply and leaned back in his chair. In a quick mental calculation, he added their value to his list of profits. They could certainly turn a tidy profit from these Torcspores¡ªassuming, of course, they managed to harvest more in the future. But this was good fortune; more could be found, perhaps in greater abundance.


    His schedule was a mix of the mundane and the unexpected. The strategic placement of his Agents and the careful allocation of resources were routine tasks, interspersed with the occasional moments of unforeseen events, like the discovery of Torcspore, which kept him on his toes.


    The screen blinked, drawing his focus to another pop-up notification:


    [Your agents have uncovered a bonus objective while fulfilling a directive: Rare Harvest.]


    A bonus? Interesting. He quickly pulled up the information.


    [Rare Harvest] Find and recover five Torcspores.


    [Reward] A unique Artifact for each member of the squad who participates in this objective.


    Well. Now there was a challenge. Locating the Torcspores appeared to be a daunting task, given their rarity. Locating another three would be a tall order.


    He needed to think carefully about who could be best deployed to secure these rare and precious mushrooms. Bonus objectives were always optional and offered no penalty for not completing them, but why would he pass up free Artifacts?


    No, he needed a team that could maximize their chances of finding and recovering all five Torcspores, or at least as many as possible. Five unique artifacts was a rare and valuable reward, and not worth passing up. His gaze shifted to the names listed on the roster.


    None of them were particularly appealing for this task. Most were best suited to combat-oriented missions, not to searching for rare materials.


    He sighed, his fingers steepled under his chin, and then it struck him.


    The ''Sylvan Dossier''.


    With a few keystrokes, he accessed the Sylvan Dossier category, revealing a roster of available Agents. All of these Agents were classified under the Sylvan recruitment category, the third such dossier available to him. As expected, the Agent roster was filled with forest and fey creatures: Dryads, Nymphs, Sprites, Pixies, and so on.


    And their appearances were all uniformly female. Odd. Why was that, exactly?


    He didn''t dwell on that question, though. The one thing that caught his eye was their special ability: ''Natural Trapping.'' The description of the ability indicated an inherent familiarity with nature and a heightened awareness of their surroundings. If anyone was going to find these Torcspores, it would be these Sylvans.


    He sent a recruitment request.


    The response was swift, and soon he received his new batch of Agents¡ªa squad of three dryads, a sprite, and a nymph.


    Zark''thul left his office and entered the summoning room where the five Sylvan Agents awaited. One dryad had an almost purple hue to her skin and her leaf-like hair was the color of a bright sunset, another one was a more vibrant green and her hair was dark brown, and the third was an almost pink coloration with brown, earthy hair that fell around her shoulders.


    The sprite was a tiny, lithe creature with pointed ears and transparent, gossamer wings. She fluttered around the room, exploring the place like an inquisitive bird.


    Then, the last Agent, the nymph. Unlike the others, she didn''t look fey-like. Instead, she appeared almost indistinguishable from a human, save for her pointed ears.


    Her skin was a light, cream color with rosy undertones, and her hair was long, silvery-white, and it shimmered subtly, as if each strand was its own tiny moonbeam. She was adorned in a simple white gown, while the dryads wore dresses that resembled woven vines and the sprite wore nothing, instead preferring her natural, pale lilac skin.


    Five sets of eyes fixed on him as he approached them.


    His gaze drifted to one of the dryads. She looked vaguely familiar¡­


    Wait, she was one of the ones he had saved from the corrupted tree in the previous directive. That dryad now gave him a slight bow.


    "Welcome to the Tower," Zark''thul said, standing in front of them. He noticed the fairy flitting around his head and the way she looked at him, with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.


    "My name is Zark''thul, the Chief Executive Officer of this organization. I''m sure you all have questions, but first, let us proceed to the orientation room where you will be given a brief on what to expect. Then I''ll decide what to do with you."

 Chapter 25: Green Thumb

    Ever since the news of the Sylvan squad''s completion of the rare bonus harvest objective, the Tower''s newsfeeds had been abuzz. Not just because they managed to gather the elusive Torcspores, but also because the agents were... different. They were Sylvans, a new race that many in the Tower hadn''t encountered before.


    It had made them a unique sight and a hot topic of conversation in the Tower''s social circles.


    Even now, as he sat in a meeting with the various department managers and other key personnel, the topic was hard to shake. Elspeth, Xashai, Alice, Gerald, and a couple of supervisors were seated at a large, polished table.


    They had just concluded a rather routine meeting, but the chatter afterward quickly shifted to the subject of the Sylvans. He listened to their discussion with a mild interest, content to let them speculate and gossip while he quietly made a mental plan for his next steps.


    "Hey, I''ve seen those Sylvans," one supervisor started, "They''re quite a sight!"


    "I''ve heard some of the boys talking about them in the break room," the other supervisor added, "They think they''re ''pretty cute.''" The man punctuated the words with air quotes.


    "They are unique, to be sure." Alice''s voice cut through the chatter, drawing all eyes to her. "I met one of the dryads down in the lobby; we had a nice chat. She''s rather pleasant."


    One of the supervisors smirked. "Right, but have you seen the Nymph up close?" he leaned in, his eyes twinkling. "She''s quite the¡ª"


    "¡ªthe well-respected Agent who has done excellent work on our most recent Directive," Elspeth interrupted, her gaze boring into the man, a clear warning to watch his words.


    "Uh, yes. Sorry. I just... nevermind." The supervisor looked sheepishly away, realizing he''d overstepped.


    Xashai leaned back in her chair, a small smile playing on her face. "They''re quite popular with the Tower staff, regardless of why. You know, they might even have an advantage in certain negotiations. Beauty can be a powerful tool in the diplomatic arena."


    "Xashai, not you too," Gerald sighed.


    "What?" she chuckled, "I''m just stating facts."


    "Public relations," Alice said. "Xashai has a point. People are talking about them, and that''s a good thing. We could utilize their... appeal for various benefits."


    "How?" Gerald asked.


    "Events, or special appearances, for starters," Alice answered. "They could be our face for certain projects or public-facing events, like charity galas or fundraising events. It could help us build better rapport with the city and boost the Tower''s image. That''s my field, and I could manage their appearances if needed."


    Elspeth spoke up, "They are still Agents, Miss Blankenship, and they do have regular duties to perform for the Tower."


    "Of course, I would ensure their primary responsibilities are not compromised," Alice assured her. "But, as I said, these would be special appearances, only when necessary. For instance, the grand opening for our new store is coming up soon. They could make a special guest appearance at the event, along with Mr. Mycroft."


    At the sound of his pseudonym, Zark''thul finally looked up. "Am I needed at such an event?"


    His persona as the rich, eccentric CEO was useful, but it also brought unwanted attention.


    Alice nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, Mr. Mycroft. It''s important for our public image that the head of the company shows his support, especially for big events like this. You don''t have to do much, just make an appearance, maybe give a short speech or two, and let me take care of the rest."


    The prospect didn''t appeal to him. He was more comfortable in the background, pulling strings, than in the spotlight. But he had to concede that Alice had a valid point. If his presence could help, then he would oblige. "Alright, I''ll be there."


    Alice beamed. "Perfect, thank you, sir. I''ll make sure it''s a grand event, one that will do our company proud. You won''t have to do a thing except show up and look impressive, which," she glanced at him, "I don''t think will be a problem."


    Zark''thul simply nodded, ignoring the latter part of her comment.


    "The Sylvans would certainly be a unique addition," Xashai added, a sly smile playing on her lips. "As long as they don''t mind."


    "Good, I''ll ask them, then," Alice said.


    "Aside from that," Xashai said, trying to steer the conversation back on track. "The Sylvans have really shown their worth in gathering these rare ingredients. Our revenue has seen a significant increase, thanks to their unique talents."


    She tapped a few keys on a tablet, and a holographic chart materialized in the air above the table. "If you''ll look at the projections, you''ll see that their contributions have had a substantial impact on our bottom line."


    The others leaned in to study the graph. The line representing revenue had taken a sharp uptick in recent days.


    Gerald whistled appreciatively. "Xashai''s right. We''re seeing a surge in demand for the Torcspores, and the Sylvans are the only ones who can consistently locate and harvest them. I''ve had a hard time keeping up with the demand on the storefront."


    Zark''thul listened in silence, absorbing the information, his fingers absentmindedly drumming on the table.


    While their fascination with the Sylvans was amusing, the practical benefits of their unique abilities were not lost on him. These Sylvans, particularly the dryads, possessed a profound connection to the natural world, making them exceptionally proficient in locating and gathering rare, elusive herbs and fungi that would elude the senses of other races.


    The Torcspores, in particular, were not only a lucrative commodity but also a gateway to an untapped market. They served as a crucial component in high-level potions, a sector of the market that his business had yet to penetrate effectively. With the Sylvans'' help, however, they were now venturing into this new territory, opening up fresh revenue streams and expanding their client base.


    It wasn''t just about the Torcspores, though. The Sylvans had also discovered other rare and valuable botanicals, further diversifying their product range. In the short time they had been employed, the Sylvans had already contributed significantly to the company''s profitability¡ªso much so that he even recruited another squad of Sylvans to bolster their efforts.


    Originally, he had intended the fourth floor to be designated to either the Research & Development or the Resources Processing departments. However, the capabilities of the Sylvans had swayed him towards a different approach. The entire fourth floor was now being converted into a greenhouse, a sprawling complex of meticulously controlled micro-climates, simulating diverse ecosystems to nurture an array of rare and exotic flora.


    It also served as the Sylvans'' habitat, allowing them to thrive in an environment tailored to their needs. The construction of the greenhouse was a costly endeavor, but the returns were proving to be well worth the investment.


    Moreover, the prospect of the floor''s unique environment had attracted a wealth of applications for the available positions, allowing him to select the most capable individuals for the job. Only the most skilled botanists, biologists, and agricultural specialists had been chosen to manage the complex.


    One of the supervisors in charge of the Sylvans and the maintenance of the fourth floor spoke up. "Sir, the construction of the fourth floor is nearly complete. We''re currently in the final stages of testing and optimizing the environmental controls. Once it''s operational, we anticipate an immediate increase in production capacity."


    Zark''thul nodded. "Very good. Keep me informed of any developments."


    After the meeting concluded, Zark''thul spent the next few hours in his office reviewing the reports of his various Agents. He had sent multiple squads on different directives, from routine patrols along trade routes to special missions aimed at acquiring valuable resources.


    He scrutinized the performance data of each squad, paying particular attention to the synergies between team members and how effectively they had used their abilities during the missions.


    With a satisfied nod, he updated each squad''s standing orders. The REDLINE agents had recently completed a challenging combat directive, earning them some rest and recuperation time. Meanwhile, the Goblinoid squads were dispatched to an area abundant in harvestable resources.


    His eyes were drawn to one specific squad: the Sylvans. Despite their short tenure, they had already distinguished themselves. Not only were they proficient in gathering Torcspores and other rare ingredients, but their unique skills in wilderness navigation and camouflage had proven invaluable in several directives.


    In addition to their regular duties, Zark''thul also utilized them as an auxiliary unit, often pairing them with other squads for tasks that required their particular expertise.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    For the moment, however, they were off duty. Zark''thul decided to grant them a few days of respite in their new floor¡ªtheir ''habitat.'' He anticipated that they would want to acclimatize to their new surroundings and become acquainted with the unique features and functions of the floor.


    Deciding to inspect the fourth floor himself, he ventured to the central elevator.


    <hr>


    When the doors opened onto the fourth floor, Zark''thul found himself stepping into an entirely new world. The lush, verdant atmosphere enveloped him, replacing the clinical sterility of the Tower''s interior with the vibrant chaos of nature.


    Sunlight¡ªsynthetic, yet indistinguishable from the real thing¡ªpoured through a high, glass-domed ceiling, illuminating the vast, cavernous space. Instead of the sleek, polished floors and gleaming walls of the lower levels, he was met with soft soil underfoot, a carpet of moss, and a tangle of roots and shoots.


    He took a moment to survey the fourth floor''s expansive greenhouse, which was segmented into multiple forest biomes that replicated the Sylvans'' native environments. The forest segments were demarcated by thin, transparent barriers, barely visible but effective in maintaining the unique conditions of each micro-climate.


    As he ventured deeper into the space, a dryad emerged from the shadows of a nearby tree. Her skin was an earthy green hue and her hair was a cascade of vibrant autumnal foliage. She wore a simple dress fashioned from leaves and vines. Upon recognizing him, the dryad approached with a graceful, fluid gait that seamlessly blended with the surrounding flora.


    Her golden eyes held his as she offered a respectful curtsey. "Greetings, Lord. What brings you here to our dwelling?"


    Zark''thul recognized her immediately.


    "You''re the one I saved," Zark''thul began. "The corrupted dryad. What is your name?"


    "I''m Cerys, my lord," she replied.


    "Cerys," he repeated. "Is this habitat satisfactory for you and your fellow Sylvans?"


    She nodded, smiling gently. "Yes, it''s a wonderful space. Thank you. The trees and plants are thriving, and we feel very much at home."


    He took in the space. "Is the environment not too harsh? There is the rainforest, the boreal forest, the tropical dry forest..."


    Cerys seemed surprised at the question. "No, it''s perfect. Our kind are quite adaptable, you see. While each micro-climate here caters to a specific group of Sylvans, we can all inhabit each other''s environments without issue. They are all just forests, after all. Even the fairy¡ªour sprite¡ªenjoys flitting between each segment; she doesn''t seem to have any preference."


    "I see..." he said. That was convenient, and beneficial. It meant he could plan to scale the operation further. But more importantly, it meant there were no serious issues here. "Well, everything seems to be in order. As you were."


    Just as he turned to leave, another voice called out. "Ah, there he is! Mr. CEO himself!" This voice was youthful, almost chirping.


    A tiny figure darted from behind the trunk of a tree, zipping toward him. It was the sprite of the squad, Lirielle. She was a tiny creature, barely a foot in height, with a slender figure adorned in an outfit of shimmering cobweb silk that did little to hide her nubile body. A pair of translucent butterfly-like wings fluttered rapidly behind her.


    "Why so hasty?" she asked, hovering in front of Zark''thul''s face. Her violet eyes, large and expressive, sparkled with lively energy. fluttering before him. "Stay awhile!"


    Cerys chided the small fairy, "Lirielle, show him some respect."


    "Oh, relax! I''m just trying to be friendly." Lirielle giggled before turning her attention back to him. "So, Mr. Boss Man, what''s the story? Why are we being kept cooped up in this place? Not that I don''t appreciate it, mind you. It''s a charming forest, if a bit..." she glanced around, her voice growing soft as if not to offend, "limited. But really, shouldn''t we be out and about, doing... stuff?"


    Zark''thul''s attention was drawn to Lirielle''s wings, his eyes tracing their delicate contours and the ethereal shimmer they cast in the artificial sunlight. "Yes... ''stuff''," he muttered.


    Cerys interjected, "Lirielle, you are being quite rude."


    "Am I? Just trying to break the ice. You''re always so uptight, Cerys," she retorted before her eyes met his again. "But you understand, don''t you?" Her voice was soft, almost pleading, "Being cooped up isn''t fun, especially for someone like me. I need to fly free, to see the world!"


    "And you shall," Zark''thul said, "in due time."


    "Yes, that''s why we have been tasked with exploring the Tower first, remember, Lirielle?" Cerys reminded her.


    Lirielle snorted playfully and swished her hand as if dismissing the idea. "Bah, I''d rather explore the city! I''ve been dying to see the sky, to feel the wind in my face. Not this ''fresh air'' they''ve synthesized in this greenhouse. I want the real thing."


    Zark''thul''s voice turned firm, but not unkind. "That''s something you''ll have to earn. Prove yourselves and your loyalty, and you''ll be given more freedom and responsibility. That''s the agreement you made when you joined my company."


    Lirielle sighed, the sound more of a melodramatic huff. "I know, I know. It''s just a bummer, you know? We''ve got the whole city out there, ripe for exploring, and we''re stuck in a building."


    "But this place is amazing!" A new voice chimed in, chipper and excitable. A dryad with mossy-green hair came bounding over to them, her face alight with wonder. She wore a similar attire to Cerys, a dress made from leaves and vines that wrapped around her figure in an organic embrace.


    "Myralis, there you are. What have you been up to?" Cerys asked, looking at the other dryad.


    "I''ve been exploring the other floors. You won''t believe the things they have! There are these lights that glow without fire, and boxes that cook food without a flame. It''s like magic, but it''s not. I don''t understand it one bit," Myralis replied, her words tumbling out in her enthusiasm. "They also have these rooms where water falls from the ceiling, and you can stand under it to get clean. And then there are the¡ª"


    Cerys held up a hand, interrupting her. "Easy there, dear. Don''t get too overwhelmed."


    Myralis giggled and nodded, "Yes, yes. I''ll try."


    Cerys turned to Zark''thul, a wry smile on her face. "Forgive her exuberance. It''s a new environment for us, and she''s the youngest."


    Lirielle, still hovering near his face, chimed in. "Oh, our lord understands, don''t you, Mr. Boss Man? He''s probably the oldest thing in this Tower."


    He raised an eyebrow at her, and Cerys''s reprimand was sharp. "Lirielle!"


    "What?" Lirielle replied, acting coy.


    He was unbothered by it, but didn''t comment on their exchange. Instead, he asked Cerys, "Where are the other two?"


    "They''re around," she replied. "Althea was sitting near a pond. The other dryad, Sylmae... well, you might find her wherever she chooses to sleep."


    A voice called out from above, "Speaking of which, hello there."


    Zark''thul looked up. There, perched on a branch, was another of the Sylvan squad. A lithe figure dressed in the familiar attire of leaves and vines. Her skin was a light shade of green, and her hair resembled cascading willow branches.


    The woman sat on a thick branch of a tall tree. She reclined against the trunk with a lazy grace, her legs dangling freely in the air. She stretched languidly, arching her back and raising her arms above her head.


    "I was just resting," she said with a yawn. "It''s not every day we get to relax like this. It''s... enjoyable." She offered a serene smile. "But it seems something is going on down there. Or is this just an informal gathering?"


    He nodded to her, and she dropped down from her perch. Landing with a soft thud, she sauntered over to the group.


    "Hi," she greeted them with a lazy wave.


    Lirielle giggled and flew over to her, settling on her shoulder. "So sleepy as always," the sprite teased, poking the dryad''s cheek.


    The dryad batted her away playfully. "Quiet, you."


    "Sorry to disturb your rest, Sylmae," Cerys interjected. "Our lord was curious about our well-being and wanted to check on us."


    "Oh? Is that so?" Sylmae responded, her voice lilting as she leaned closer to him. "How sweet."


    "Sweet?" Zark''thul responded. "Hardly. It''s efficient resource management. Unhappy or uncomfortable Agents don''t perform optimally."


    Sylmae laughed, a rich, earthy sound. "As you say."


    He then looked at them each in turn. "Where''s Althea?"


    "She''s over there," Sylmae said, gesturing with a flick of her wrist. "In the pond. Swimming."


    Without another word, he moved toward the direction Sylmae had indicated. The four Sylvans fell in step behind him, their voices a symphony of whispers and murmurs. When they reached the edge of the pond, he noticed a figure in the water, submerged up to her shoulders, her pale blue skin shimmering in the faux sunlight that streamed through the dome''s glass.


    He approached the water''s edge, his shoes sinking slightly into the muddy bank. "Althea?"


    The figure¡ªAlthea¡ªturned at the sound of her name. Her hair, long and silver, clung to her skin like the tendrils of some aquatic plant. She stood up, the water cascading off her, revealing the voluptuous curves of her body. She seemed unconcerned with her nakedness, walking towards him with a steady, fluid grace.


    "Yes, my lord?"


    He remained still as she approached, his gaze level. "I was checking on all of you."


    "How thoughtful," she murmured, stepping out of the water and standing before him. He towered over her, yet she showed no sign of intimidation. "We are enjoying ourselves here, this place is very... calming."


    Lirielle zipped over to him, hovering by his ear. "She''s just glad she has a place to soak in. Nymphs aren''t terribly exciting creatures, but they do have their charms."


    Althea shot Lirielle a glare. "Mind your tongue, sprite, or I shall dunk you in the pond and hold you there."


    Lirielle stuck out her tongue in return. "Try it, I dare you."


    Zark''thul eyed the playful exchange. "Is there a problem?"


    Althea shook her head, droplets of water flinging from her silver tresses. "Not at all, my lord. Our petite friend merely forgets her place on occasion, but I do not hold it against her." She paused, her eyes moving to him. "Would you like to join me in the water? It is quite soothing."


    He raised an eyebrow at her offer. "No. I don''t require ''soothing''."


    The nymph tilted her head, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "Pity. I think you might enjoy it. No one is immune to the comfort of the water, my lord. It can ease the burdens of the busiest mind, should you choose to let it."


    Cerys coughed gently. "Althea, behave yourself."


    "Oh, let her," Sylmae said, her words slurred slightly as if half-asleep, "He could do with a little relaxation, surely?"


    Lirielle chimed in. "Yes! Relax, Boss Man! Come on, take a dip. Or are you afraid of a little water?"


    Their banter was... interesting. And not unpleasant, but this was not the time.


    "My mind is occupied with more important matters. Perhaps later," he replied, turning to walk away.


    "Later, then," Althea whispered. "I''ll hold you to it."


    Zark''thul returned to the central elevator, leaving the Sylvans to their own devices. He wasn''t entirely sure what to make of them yet. They were unusual, that much was certain, but their efficiency and skills spoke for themselves. They might not be his most battle-hardened squad, but in their field, they were unparalleled.


    The elevator doors closed behind him, and he pressed the button for the first floor.


    Suddenly, his AetherLink buzzed in his pocket. After taking it out, a red notification flashed on the screen:


    [Squad 1 is requesting an emergency recall from Directive 4-5! Recall or Ignore?]

 Chapter 26: One Step Back, Five Steps Forward

    Zark¡¯thul leaned back in the high-backed chair of his command room, a gentle creak echoing through the space. On one of his holographic screens, a directive marked in bold crimson flashed.


    [Directive 4-5 Failed. Squad 1 Forced to Retreat. Casualties: None. Progress: Halted.]


    The room¡¯s ambient hum dropped to an unnatural stillness, the subtle reality-warping effects of his displeasure rippling outward. He flicked his fingers, dismissing the less urgent displays and pulling the failed directive into focus.


    He activated the debrief report and leaned forward, hands steepled, his grey eyes narrowing in scrutiny. A low murmur echoed as the holoscreen began uploading the relevant data: Squad Leader Byron¡¯s formal summary, Lyssa¡¯s casualty logs, and raw footage from their suits¡¯ camera feeds.


    The squad¡¯s status feed showed them limping back to the Tower¡¯s infirmary, their health meters dangerously low. It was clear; they had suffered a harsh defeat. A scowl played across Zark''thul''s lips.


    Directive 4-5 had tasked them to investigate the disappearance of a group of adventurers and eliminate the stirring evil in the crypts. It was not supposed to be a difficult mission. So, why had they been repelled?


    After giving them a few hours to heal and recuperate, Zark''thul ordered them to report for a debriefing.


    Byron was the first to enter the room, his dented steel shield slung over one shoulder. The others followed: Geneve with a shallow cut along her jawline, Lyssa clutching her medkit as if the weight of her failure could be stitched away with bandages, Warren¡¯s hand resting gingerly on his ribs, and Clare trailing behind, her sniper rifle slung across her back.


    Silence blanketed the room.


    "What happened?" he demanded, his gaze sweeping over them.


    Warren''s voice came first. "We encountered¡ªmore aberrations like the ones from the third floor..."


    "Elaborate."


    "The crypt was crawling with aberrations. New types we didn''t know about," Warren continued. "Different ones, but just as tough, maybe tougher. Resistant to bullets, even. They shrugged off our shots, kept coming."


    "It wasn''t just the aberrations," Byron interjected. "The crypt itself... it moved. Twisted. Nothing about it stayed still long enough to plan a proper fight. Those things¡ªwhatever they were¡ªthey weren''t just protecting the crypt. They were part of it. Like the whole place wanted us dead."


    Zark¡¯thul let the words hang in the air as he called up the footage. The room dimmed, its walls absorbing excess light as the recording projected in crisp, eerie detail.


    <hr>


    The Squad 1 footage began innocuously enough. The crypt loomed on the display, a black silhouette against the murky twilight of Briburg¡¯s outskirts. Vines clung to its ancient stonework like veins, pulsing faintly with greenish light.


    The five agents stood at the threshold of the crypt, torches held aloft against the murky twilight. Bryon''s firm order to advance was the only sound apart from the crunch of their boots on the rocky path.


    As they entered, the footage shifted, the feed flickering briefly before stabilizing. Warren''s voice crackled through the speakers, hissing about static interference. Then, a soft hum rose. At first, it was faint, almost imperceptible, but soon it swelled, echoing off the crypt''s stone walls.


    "Anybody else hearing that?" Clare asked. "Feels like a tuning fork in my skull."


    "Same, maybe? Just a lot of fuzz, makes it hard to think," Geneve whispered.


    Byron peered down a side passage, his torch revealing only more darkness. "Stay sharp. Keep an eye out for... anything, I guess."


    The party ventured further into the crypt. Its interior was dank, the air thick with the scent of earth and age. Statues of robed figures, their faces worn with time, lined the walls. Each held a small basin in their outstretched arms, empty and awaiting offerings. Cobwebs stretched across the corners and archways, shimmering in the light.


    "Is that a... hand?" Lyssa''s voice was barely audible.


    Zark''thul zeroed in on the area Lyssa indicated.


    There, poking out from beneath a collapsed section of wall, was a decomposing hand. Clutched between its fingers was a pendant, a small metal emblem depicting a gear-and-hammer. A small bag lay nearby, its contents spilling out onto the floor.


    "They don''t look fresh," Warren observed.


    "I suspect these are the remains of the missing adventurers," Byron concluded. "Well, part of them."


    "Lovely," Geneve remarked. "I just hope their other parts are in better shape."


    The party pushed deeper into the crypt. Its stone walls pressed in around them, suffocating in their closeness. Each step stirred dust from the ground, swirling around their feet like a miasma.


    <hr>


    The first aberration appeared at the ten-minute mark.


    It clung to the ceiling, body rippling with an oily, luminescent sheen. It detached from its perch, slithering down a column and taking shape¡ªa formless mass, coalescing into a twisted, multi-limbed parody of a humanoid. Misshapen and grotesque, it lunged at Byron, a snarl escaping from its misshapen maw.


    "Aberration!" Byron barked out, his shield whipping up to deflect the creature¡¯s gnashing teeth. Geneve darted in, blades flashing, carving deep furrows into its putrid flesh. It recoiled, hissing, before lashing out at her.


    Geneve leapt back, narrowly avoiding the strike. Warren''s traps detonated, catching the creature in a net of searing light, but it shrugged off the flames. Lyssa''s bullets drew angry welts across its skin, but it seemed more annoyed than injured. Whatever these things were made of, it was tougher, denser than the aberrations they''d faced before.


    "New plan!" Byron yelled, his shield slamming into the creature with a sickening crunch. "Fall back!"


    They fell back to a narrow corridor, trying to limit the creature''s maneuverability. A coordinated effort from Byron, Geneve, and Clare began to wear it down. Yet, another aberration surged out of the darkness, tackling Byron and pinning him against the wall. His sword clattered to the ground.


    "Dammit!" Byron cried out. "Another one!"


    Geneve''s daggers whistled through the air, embedding themselves deep in the second aberration''s side. It shrieked, stumbling away from Byron, who took the chance to reclaim his sword.


    More aberrations swarmed out of the darkness, their feral screeches echoing around the crypt. Three more, and then four, and then five¡ªtheir numbers swelling beyond the party''s capacity to withstand.


    "Hold on!" Byron shouted, battering an aberration with his shield. "Lyssa, status?"


    "Reagent low. We''re going to be overrun!"


    "Claire, get ready with a round of flashbangs! We''re breaking out of here!"


    Claire didn''t reply, focused on keeping the aberrations at bay. Byron wrenched his shield from the aberration¡¯s grasp, knocking another back with a ferocious blow. Geneve unleashed a whirlwind of slashes and stabs, her daggers a blur of silver and crimson, but even her frenzied efforts were starting to take their toll.


    "We''ll get overrun," she panted. "Too many, and I''m running out of tricks."A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    "Claire!"


    "Ready!" she responded.


    "Do it!"


    Claire''s flashbangs erupted in a blinding flare, their reports deafening in the enclosed space. The aberrations recoiled, hissing and snarling, blinded. The squad bolted, racing back down the crypt passage they¡¯d originally come from.


    Yet, the crypt was transforming around them. Walls shifted, passages twisted and contorted, and the way out eluded them. Staircases appeared where there had been none, corridors leading to dead ends sprouted where they were needed least, and all the while, the aberrations pursued them, their shrieks and roars echoing through the shifting corridors.


    "Which way?" Lyssa called out, her eyes wild with fear.


    "I don''t know!" Byron shouted back.


    Geneve threw herself into an oncoming aberration, knocking it aside, buying them a few precious seconds. Claire''s rifle boomed, dropping another creature, but they were relentless.


    "We need an evac route. Now!" Byron roared. "Warren, send the request!"


    Warren, despite his injuries, managed to access their comm device and activate the distress beacon.


    The footage cut out, replaced with a loading icon, indicating the emergency recall protocol initiated. Moments later, the agents were back in the Tower, battered and bleeding, but alive.


    <hr>


    Zark''thul''s icy gaze didn''t leave the screen as the video ended, the static on the screen crackling in the room''s silence.


    "You were right to retreat," he murmured.


    Byron inclined his head. "Thank you, sir."


    "Your debriefing is sufficient. We''ll discuss it later. Go to the infirmary and recover."


    "Yes, sir." They turned to leave, their movements stiff and pained.


    "And¡ª" Zark''thul''s voice halted them. "You did well."


    The Agents turned to acknowledge him before shuffling out of the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.


    Zark''thul leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping the desk in contemplation. Their footage revealed critical information. He pulled up a frozen image from the video and zoomed in on one of the aberrations¡ªQliphothic corruption was evident in its twisted, darkened form.


    More spawns of Nai''hum...


    He drummed his fingers on the table.


    If Nai''hum''s influence was corrupting a whole crypt, this could be a sign that the Qliphoth''s power was growing in the region. Each of those aberrations they fought down there was likely a former adventurer, twisted and reshaped into those... things.


    He''d need to address this, and soon¡ªor did he?


    "Elspeth," he called out, activating the intercom.


    A prompt response came, "Yes, sir?"


    "Come to my office. We have matters to discuss."


    "On my way," she replied promptly.


    She stepped into the room moments later. With her meticulous posture and a datapad at the ready, Elspeth waited for instruction.


    Zark''thul turned to her. "Nai''hum''s cult is at it again," he stated flatly, gesturing to the footage from the crypt. "Undoubtedly, their attempts to awaken it continue apace."


    Elspeth nodded, her fingers swiftly typing notes on her tablet. "How would you like to proceed, sir?"


    "First, I want to know how much of a time dilation there is between the Tower, or perhaps Avalon, and that world. I know it''s significantly slower here, but I want to know what the rate is so I can determine the disparity."


    "The Tower and Avalon run at the same rate of time. As for the time dilation between the Tower and other worlds, it''s... complicated."


    "Define ''complicated,''" he replied.


    "Until a directive is accepted and an entry portal has been opened to that world, there''s no time flow within that world, according to the Tower. The only time that passes is the time required to complete the directives you partake."


    "What about once we leave?"


    "When you leave, the entry portal becomes inactive. No additional time passes there until another portal opens."


    "So, whenever we''re not there, that world is ''frozen,'' as it were?"


    "Yes. The Tower and Avalon operate as a persistent dimension that maintains its own time, separate from other realms. Think of it as the foundation from which all else branches out."


    Zark''thul tapped his chin thoughtfully. "So, this cult will not have gained any time despite the... setback experienced by Squad One."


    "Correct."


    "Wait, then how do we manage to consistently acquire resources from our trade deals? From what you''re saying, as soon as we leave those places, they just sort of... pause until we return, right?"


    "Because the portals remain open, allowing time to flow back and forth between the realms," Elspeth replied. "So long as the portal is active, time continues to flow. If it is closed, the realm ceases to exist within the temporal fabric of the Tower."


    Hmm.


    He had overlooked that. So, the passage of time was relative. If the portal to a realm remained open, time would progress as normal for that realm. Yet, the moment the portal closed, that realm''s timeline halted.


    "That is... advantageous, to say the least," he remarked, considering the implications. "And absurd, even for my standards."


    Despite his Eldritch nature, manipulating time to this degree was a feat he had never attempted. The best he could do was warp reality in localized areas, typically to his benefit. For instance, he could make himself appear instantly in a different location or induce a form of stasis in a target. Manipulating time on a dimensional scale? That was far beyond his abilities. No, beyond any eldritch beings'' abilities.


    To know the Tower could achieve such a thing...


    It was unthinkable.


    "Close all active portals there and recall any active agents. I''m temporarily pausing our operations in that realm."


    "Yes, sir." Elspeth typed on her pad, prompting a distant hum to resound through the floor. Then she nodded. "Portals closed. The crypt''s portal was already closed, but the portals we maintained for the previous directives are now shut."


    "Good. I''ll personally attend to the crypt''s issue after I make some preparations."


    "Yes, sir."


    <hr>


    Zark''thul was prime to take point, being immune to the corruptive effects of the Qliphoth. All he needed to bring was a team of Agents who could function as support without direct engagement.


    Assembling a squad to tackle this matter was straightforward¡ªSquad Five was the most adept choice given their abilities. They would be his weapon of choice for this mission.


    The group awaited him as he entered the Nexus Room, having already received their summons through the Tower''s intercom system. Althea, Sylmae, Cerys, Myralis, and Lirielle gathered around the central platform, equipped with their standard gear.


    The three dryads wore light armor woven of vine and wood over their gossamer-like attire, while Althea wore a simple, silvery gown that matched the hue of her hair and the subtle, fluid pattern that adorned her body. Lirielle fluttered about the room, her wings of translucent gossamer casting a faint, iridescent light.


    "Hey Boss-man, what''s the plan?" the tiny sprite piped up, zooming close to Zark''thul''s face as he entered.


    "Quiet, Lirielle. His Lordship will explain shortly," Cerys gently admonished her, gesturing for the excitable sprite to settle down. With a huff, Lirielle alighted on Cerys'' shoulder.


    Zark''thul addressed the gathering. "We are about to embark on a mission to cleanse a crypt infested with aberrations, caused by a Qliphoth''s influence. The mission is simple: eliminate them all. There were adventurers that were within the crypt when it became corrupted and may have been transformed by this. Should we encounter any surviving adventurers, assist them if feasible or eliminate them if compromised."


    Cerys clutched her staff tighter. Her complexion paled, the green hue of her skin turning ashen at the mention of the Qliphoth. The other Sylvans likewise tensed.


    An expected reaction. Cerys had experienced firsthand the Qliphoth''s corruption. No doubt this mission would provoke feelings of fear, revulsion, and anger. She would need to manage her emotions to remain in control.


    "Do we know the extent of the infestation?" Myralis inquired, her tone even despite the visible unease on her face.


    "Not exactly. I have reviewed Squad One''s footage. They engaged about six or seven of them but were forced to retreat. However, given the nature of the crypt, it is safe to assume there could be at least triple that number."


    Althea let out a soft whistle. "A veritable horde of those creatures then."


    Lirielle was the next to speak. "Ew, gross! Nasty things, those are. But not to worry, I''m sure we can handle them, right, everyone?"


    The Sylvans exchanged uncertain glances.


    Zark''thul quelled the rising murmurs with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You''re the best suited to support me here; that''s why I''m bringing you along. I can''t be harmed by the Qliphoth corruption, so I will be in the forefront engaging the aberrations. Aside from that, I''ve devoted a sizable amount of Experience Cores and Skill Books to your growth. Compared to your previous directives, this should be... trivial by comparison, though the enemies are tougher."


    "We are certainly stronger, my lord. You have seen to that," Cerys said, though her voice tinged with an undercurrent of doubt. "Yet, I admit some... discomfort at this task."


    "Take this as an opportunity to exact your revenge for what it did to you and your kin," he offered.


    She seemed to chew on that thought for a moment, her eyes fluttering briefly. She nodded. "I will do my best to keep a level head, my lord. For myself, and our mission''s success."


    "Good." He gestured for Elspeth who was observing from the sidelines, "Let''s hunt."


    Elspeth acknowledged him, quickly tapping on her tablet. A glowing, blue gateway sprang up within the central circle.


    "Yippee!" Lirielle darted through the portal without hesitation.


    The remaining Sylvans filed through the portal one by one. As Zark''thul passed Elspeth, he paused. "Maintain a lock on Squad Five, and monitor their health. The moment they require it, administer a recall. Same for myself, but only if I''m incapacitated, you understand?"


    She nodded. "Understood, sir."


    He stepped into the portal.

 Chapter 27: Grotto of the Beast

    A wash of cerulean light gave way to a thick, cloying darkness as the transition from the Tower to the crypt concluded. The air was heavy with the scent of rot and damp earth, the stone walls of the crypt''s entryway encrusted with dirt and grime, only barely visible in the dim light emanating from the portal.


    Lirielle''s voice was the first to cut through the eerie silence. "Ugh, it''s so dank here," she complained, fluttering her wings and casting a soft, ethereal light around her. Her luminance illuminated the faces of the other Sylvans, all bearing expressions of distaste at the crypt''s atmosphere.


    "Quite the charming location His Lordship has brought us to," Sylmae said, rubbing her eyes and stifling a yawn. "My, this place is making me feel drowsy already."


    Zark''thul shot her a quick look, and Sylmae shrugged, giving him an apologetic smile. "Sorry, my lord. Bad joke. It is unpleasant, though."


    Cerys nudged her with her elbow. "Have some respect. This is serious."


    "Sorry, sorry," Sylmae apologized.


    Zark''thul pushed aside their banter and took the lead. The corridor stretched before them, disappearing into the darkness.


    He manifested his Thousand Eyes of the Dark Beyond. Ghostly, unblinking eyeballs materialized around them, each set afloat on a writhing mass of shadowy tendrils. These spectral observers acted as his sentries, seeing and feeling everything within their vicinity. Any information they gleaned was immediately transmitted to him.


    "Probe."


    The eyes scattered, a couple hovering close to the Agents, the rest dispersing along the corridors. Their tendrils latched onto surfaces, dragging the floating orbs through the crypt''s twisting pathways, their vision feeding back to him a multitude of images from various angles.


    Through their sight, Zark''thul could see the state of the crypt. Its walls pulsed and shuddered, as if alive, responding to an unknown rhythm. Tendrils of pulsating purple energy snaked across the walls, discharging sporadic bursts of violet sparks. The eyes continued to push deeper, and the crypt''s transformation grew more pronounced.


    Walls bled into floors, and corridors coiled in upon themselves like a M?bius strip, never-ending, never beginning.


    Deeper still, the aberrations roamed, their grotesque forms lurching through the distorted chambers. Zark''thul counted the aberrations he saw through the eyes, tallying over a dozen, with more to be found elsewhere.


    There were many of them, but there was something else that drew his attention¡ªa grotesque mass of flesh and bone, embedded within the heart of the crypt. This massive, quivering orb of organic matter pulsed in sync with the crypt''s eerie energy, tendrils of sinewy tissue extending outward, embedding into the stone and reinforcing its mutagenic influence.


    This was the source of the aberrations. A Blighted Broodheart. Similar to the spawning pool, the broodheart served as both the wellspring of the Qliphoth corruption within the crypt and the birthing point of the aberrations. Destroying it would cripple the Qliphoth''s foothold here.


    And he would be happy to oblige.


    "Move out," he commanded. "The Qliphoth''s taint runs deep. We eliminate the Blighted Broodheart first, then eradicate every last vestige of the Qliphoth''s influence here."


    "What''s a ''Blighted Broodheart'', my lord?" Cerys asked.


    "A reservoir of the Qliphoth''s corrupting essence. It births the aberrations and sustains their existence. It''s similar to how your bonded trees were corrupted. We destroy it, we take away their power and ability to create more aberrations."


    "Sounds pleasant," Sylmae remarked with a sigh. "Well, at least you''ll be at the front, my lord, keeping the big, scary creatures off of us."


    Cerys rolled her eyes at Sylmae''s attempt at levity.


    Lirielle, however, buzzed with excitement. "Let''s go kill some ugly monsters!"


    He gestured for the Sylvans to follow and plunged into the darkness, his Thousand Eyes guiding their path through the crypt''s labyrinthine layout.


    <hr>


    The crypt unfolded before him, each twist and turn illuminated by his Thousand Eyes and Lirielle''s softly glowing form. The agents trailed close behind, their footsteps echoing quietly on the stone floor as they navigated the winding corridors. Their passage stirred the stagnant air, old dust, and the scent of ancient decay rising in their wake.


    As they pushed deeper, the crypt''s walls began to warp. Stone melted and reformed, strange organic growths sprouting from the shifting rock. Purple veins, pulsing with an otherworldly glow, spread across the floor and ceiling, intertwining and branching like a malevolent circulatory system.


    Cerys, her vine-woven staff held in a defensive posture, stayed close to Zark''thul, her attention flicking between him and their surroundings. Sylmae and Myralis flanked her, while Lirielle darted around the group, her luminance casting a delicate dance of light and shadow across their wary faces. Althea brought up the rear.


    "Do we have a location, my lord?" Cerys asked.


    His mind, linked to his Thousand Eyes, gave him a detailed understanding of the crypt''s layout.


    "Down the hall, third left, and straight ahead for a bit," he responded, his eyes, each an orb of swirling black, seeing through the eyes of his sentries. "Once we get closer, we''ll enter a large room that is heavily infested with aberrations."


    "Right, good thing we have you with us," Sylmae added. "Wouldn''t want to stumble around this place blindly, that''s for sure."


    He ignored her quip.


    Soon, the first aberration appeared¡ªa shambling, disfigured beast that could once have been a human or an elf, it was hard to tell. It emerged from the shadows, its mottled, grey skin pulled taut over bulging, deformed muscles. A single, oversized eye sat in the middle of its forehead, and its gaping maw dripped a viscous, noxious fluid.


    "First target," Zark''thul announced, and his Eldritch Blast found its mark before any of them had a chance to react, tearing through the aberration''s midsection, causing the creature''s upper and lower parts to topple in different directions. Its remains twitched spasmodically, then fell limp. Dark, violet ichor pooled beneath its corpse.


    Zark''thul stepped over the grotesque remains, continuing down the corridor, the others following closely. They encountered a second aberration moments later. With a swift strike of his Eldritch Blast, it too was torn apart, its scream cut short as it slumped to the floor.


    "You know," Sylmae started, "these things aren''t all that tough¡ª" Then, her words caught in her throat as a pack of six aberrations appeared at the end of the corridor, charging towards them with grotesque, loping strides. "Spoke too soon."


    Zark''thul unsheathed his sword and charged forward. A savage grin stretched across his face as he met the charge.


    The air around him shimmered with the oppressive weight of his Aura of the Eldritch Terror, the creatures faltering slightly as they entered its radius. Their malformed bodies twitched and hesitated, the lesser among them struggling to maintain their forward momentum, but their grotesque hunger soon overpowered the instinct to flee.


    The first aberration lunged¡ªa three-armed monstrosity with a head split vertically down the middle, exposing rows of mismatched teeth. Zark¡¯thul sidestepped the initial swipe, his blade lashing out in a controlled arc. The strike bit into its shoulder, tearing through sinew and bone but not felling the creature. It screeched, stumbling back, only to surge forward again.


    "Hold them off," Cerys called from behind, her voice measured but commanding. She plunged her staff into the ground, golden light spiraling from its tip as she invoked Summon Vine Beasts.


    The ground around her began to shift and tremble. From the stone floor, numerous vines burst forth. These living tendrils of verdure rapidly coalesced into four-legged creatures the size of a large dog, covered in a thick, organic mesh of entwined vines. Their "mouths" were nothing more than jagged tears in their vine-covered heads.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    They charged into the fray, slamming into the aberrations, snarling and tearing at their mottled flesh.


    Zark¡¯thul took a step back, giving the summoned beasts space to work. Another aberration¡ªa towering brute with elongated limbs and a head that seemed to bulge and ripple¡ªclosed the gap.


    It swung a massive clawed arm toward him. He raised his sword to block, the impact rattling up his arms. The force of the blow pushed him back a step.


    From the rear, Althea unleashed her Hydrosurge, a vortex of water cascading over three of the aberrations. The torrents ripped at their flesh and tore their feet from the ground, sending them tumbling back.


    But two more advanced, undeterred. One had three eyes and three arms, each ending in a different kind of disfigured claw. The other bore a maw filled with teeth that writhed like worms and gnashed audibly with its every step.


    They flanked him, the many-eyed one darting in with a vicious swipe of its claws. Zark¡¯thul deflected the attack, but as he did, the other aberration lunged. Its maw gaped wide and clamped down on his upper arm. His flesh, enhanced by eldritch fortitude, held strong against the creature''s gnashing teeth, but the force of the bite was considerable.


    He shoved the biting aberration away with a grunt of effort, its teeth scoring his arm. In retaliation, his sword sliced across the creature''s face, carving a deep furrow through its teeth-riddled maw.


    The one with the massive arm let out a guttural roar and rushed forward, arm raised for another powerful swipe. It struck, and Zark¡¯thul spun aside, avoiding the full force of the blow, yet the glancing strike still sent him stumbling.


    Behind him, Swiftmend from Sylmae washed over him in a soothing wave, knitting the shallow gashes on his arm from the bite.


    One of the vine beasts leapt at the towering aberration, latching onto its grotesque arm. The creature shook its limb vigorously, trying to dislodge the tenacious plant creature, but the vine beast held fast. Its fellow summon leapt upon the other aberration, wrapping its vines around the aberration''s torso, immobilizing it, sinking fangs of wood into the aberration''s chest.


    With a grunt, he steadied himself and prepared to counter when a voice called out from the backline, "Get down!"


    He instinctively dropped to a crouch.


    Lirielle darted above him, unleashing Enchanted Whirlwind. A mini tornado swept from her hands and careened into the pack, scattering them and sending two hurtling back down the hall.


    "Ha! Got them!" she cheered, zooming past him and back to the safety of the group.


    As he rose to his feet, the aberrations regrouped. Two of their number had fallen to the relentless vine beasts, and one other had been blown away, landing broken in a heap.


    Three remained. The towering aberration, the one with the three eyes and three arms, and the biting aberration with the damaged maw.


    Cerys stepped forward, her staff glowing with golden light. She waved it in a wide arc, releasing Sporeburst. A thick cloud of shimmering spores enveloped the three aberrations, coating them in a radiant sheen. As the spores touched them, they shrieked and clawed at their own skin. The cloud seemed to sap their strength, their movements slowing and their attacks growing less coordinated.


    The summon vine beasts didn''t relent, leaping and tearing at the debilitated creatures. Zark''thul joined in, his sword carving into the aberrant flesh, their dark blood splattering with each cut.


    Myralis'' Rejuvenating Bloom erupted beside him. A large flower bloomed, emitting warm, golden petals that circled around him and the vine beasts, healing them. The towering aberration raged, its blows becoming more desperate.


    Its large arm slammed into the ground where he had just been, the stone floor shattering from the force of the impact. The three-eyed creature lashed out with its multiple arms but missed its mark. It wailed, its movements becoming even more erratic and clumsy within the Sporeburst.


    With a swift maneuver, Zark''thul brought his blade down on the creature''s midsection. It parted under the weapon''s keen edge, spilling its innards onto the ground in a grisly heap. It stood for a moment, its limbs twitching before it collapsed, a tangle of dead flesh on the crypt''s floor.


    The remaining pair fell soon after¡ªhis sword piercing the towering beast''s head and a summon vine beast tearing out the biting aberration''s throat. Both tumbled into a lifeless heap.


    As the last of the aberrations fell, the summon vine beasts began to unravel, their forms losing cohesion as they reverted to loose vines, sinking back into the stone floor from which they sprouted.


    Zark¡¯thul lowered his sword, the blade dripping with violet blood. He surveyed the scene, his Thousand Eyes scanning the surrounding corridors for any remaining threats.


    "Well done," he said, his voice devoid of praise but firm with acknowledgment. "We press on."


    Lirielle landed lightly on Zark¡¯thul¡¯s shoulder, her wings fluttering as she giggled. "That was fun! So many squishy monsters!"


    Cerys looked at the sprite with a smile, albeit a bit weary. "Yes, but I have a feeling there''s more ahead." She glanced at Zark''thul. "Your lead, my lord."


    <hr>


    Deeper into the crypt they ventured, following the trail of the Qliphoth''s corruption. Along the way, they encountered several smaller groups of aberrations. Alone, or in small numbers, they posed little threat.


    Between the dryads'' summons and healing, combined with Lirielle''s magical support, and Althea''s control and bombardment, Zark''thul rarely needed to intervene aside from being the "face" the aberrations would target over the more vulnerable Agents behind him. Though he was technically vulnerable, too, just... not to the corruption, at the very least.


    He finished off an aberration that he''d been using as bait, having let the monster pummel him as an object lesson to Sylmae about the limits of her healing. Once Sylmae''s magic ran its course and faded, he finally took pity on the beast and impaled it.


    "That''s the limit of your Swiftmend, then," he stated, flicking the gore from his blade.


    Sylmae shrugged. "Yep, sorry, my lord. My mana reserve and regeneration rate cap out at a certain point. Can''t heal forever."


    "That''s why we have Myralis," Cerys said, placing a hand on the other dryad''s shoulder. She offered Zark''thul an apologetic look. "We can cycle between her and Sylmae to give both a chance to restore their mana and stamina."


    "Make use of those consumables I provided you," he said. "Do not rely on them, but do not hesitate to use them, either, if it gives us an edge in combat. Regrets are only for the fallen."


    "Right..." Cerys nodded. "We shall do so, my lord."


    "Good. Now, onward."


    He delved deeper into the crypt, Thousand Eyes spreading out to survey the terrain ahead and around them. Abruptly, the spectral eyes came upon an expansive chamber. Massive pillars adorned with intricate, if grotesquely morphed, carvings lined the perimeter, supporting a grand domed ceiling.


    In the center loomed the heart of the Qliphoth''s taint, the Blighted Broodheart. A colossal, fleshy orb pulsated and twitched. Dozens of appendages, a mix of twisted sinew and bone, extended from it, digging into the very fabric of the crypt, its walls, and floor. A myriad of bulging eyes¡ªeach an opaque, milky white and lidless¡ªstared vacantly from the pulsating mass.


    A seething mass of aberrations skulked and roamed the chamber. The creatures gnawed on bones, battled each other in fierce bouts, and feasted on the remains of their kin, tearing into them with grotesque abandon.


    Within the broodheart itself were the beginnings of new aberrations, their forms beginning to take shape within translucent sacs embedded in the broodheart''s surface. Others were nestled within the thing''s flesh, slowly being fed by tendrils of organic matter that resembled umbilical cords.


    If there was such a thing as a factory that was organic in nature, this was it. It was a few steps away from becoming an actual chrysalis for a newborn Qliphoth to emerge. A small fortune had favored this realm for having such incompetent cultists who lacked the knowledge of what they were doing or their efforts would have actually borne fruit and manifested Nai''hum long before his arrival.


    Well... perhaps they weren''t too incompetent. They managed to produce a blighted broodheart and a spawning pool, after all, and Nai''hum''s chrysalis is still underground within the capital city of this region. Though a lot could be said for luck. But, no matter.


    After taking in the grim scene, Zark''thul allowed his Thousand Eyes to dissipate. The orbs dissolved into ethereal mist, their vision merging back into his own.


    A buzz from his AetherLink alerted him to an incoming notification:


    <blockquote>


    [Directive 4-5] ''Quell the Stirring Evil in the Crypts'' is Complete! Rewards have been added to your account.


    [Directive 4-6] ''Eliminate the Floor Guardian'' can now be accessed.


    Details: You have identified the heart of the Qliphoth''s corruption within the crypt. Destroy the Blighted Broodheart and eradicate all the Qliphoth aberrations.


    Reward: 500 XP, 50 Quintessence Shards, 5x Experience Cores (Basic), 5x Skill Books (Basic), and an Epic-quality Item.


    </blockquote>


    He dismissed the prompt. As expected, the broodheart was the Floor Guardian, and the next step in the directives was its destruction. There was a bit of irony that a Tower''s directive would align with his own objectives.


    But that was not a matter that required further thought.


    Turning to the Sylvans gathered around him, Zark''thul briefed them on their objective. "The Blighted Broodheart lies ahead. We need to destroy it. There are a lot of aberrations protecting it, and it will birth more as the fight progresses, so we need to be fast and efficient."


    He relayed what he saw as the Agents listened intently.


    When he finished, he straightened up. "I''ll handle the bulk of them. The broodheart''s not harmless, but we can focus on the lesser threats first. I''ll funnel them into a bottleneck to thin their numbers. Be ready to assist me with your summons and magic."


    The Sylvans nodded in understanding. Cerys tightened her grip on her staff, her expression stony, while Sylmae and Myralis exchanged a quick, anxious glance. Althea stood in silent resolve, her gaze fixed on the path ahead. Lirielle, her features unusually serious, fluttered near Cerys, nodding.


    "Understood, my lord," Cerys said, breaking the silence.


    "Let''s clean this place up and go home," Sylmae chimed in, trying to lighten the mood.


    "Agreed," Myralis and Althea echoed in unison.


    Zark''thul looked at each of them. "Are you all ready?"


    When he saw no disagreement, he led the way, his sword unsheathed and his pace quickening as he approached the looming darkness of the chamber.

 Chapter 28: Broodheart

    The blackened roots claw deep,


    seeping their spite into veins of stone¡ª


    tendrils of thought warped,


    leaving only the taste of ash behind.


    A seed, once silver, now


    shimmering with bile''s bloom,


    lays still in its festering cradle.


    It breathes, it grows, it devours.


    And thus the vessel cracks,


    spilling ichor where flesh once stood.


    No redemption, no retreat;


    only the quiet laughter of the decay.


    <hr>


    In the vast chamber, the broodheart was a throbbing epicenter of corruption. The aberrations that skulked about, their forms twisted and grotesque, were at first oblivious to their presence. But then, as if sensing the arrival of prey or threat, their attention slowly shifted, multiple pairs of eyes, varying in shape, size, and grotesqueness, locking onto Zark''thul and his followers.


    "Uh, they know we¡¯re here now," Lirielle pointed out unnecessarily. "Great."


    Cerys took a deep breath. "My lord, shouldn''t you¡ª" A golden pulse surged from her, enhancing their collective durability.


    Zark''thul had already begun charging the creatures. The moment the Aura of the Eldritch Terror activated, the aberrations faltered, some staggering back, while others bristled with renewed vigor. He dove into the midst of the creatures, his blade flashing in deadly arcs that cut down the closest aberrations, severing limbs and splitting their bodies open. Dark blood sprayed the ground. His form blurred in the frenzy of his strikes.


    His body became a shield, a lure for the aberrations. Some creatures tried to push past him to get at the Sylvans, but he would not allow it. They were his, and his alone to deal with.


    "Follow!" he shouted to the Sylvans, and they complied, staying close but not too close.


    He pushed forward, carving through the chamber, the aberrations in pursuit or simply in his path. The broodheart was not his primary concern yet; his focus was on reducing the aberrant horde and funneling them towards a choke point, a corridor where their numbers would count for less.


    "Cover me," he commanded. "But don''t waste your magic unless you''re certain of a kill. Don''t get sloppy." He moved deeper into the chamber until the group arrived at their planned spot. He stood firm, sword ready. The aberrations were coming. "Here they come."


    The Sylvan Agents responded, each playing their part.


    Lirielle darted about, casting her Enchanted Whirlwind, the vortexes throwing off aberrations that strayed too close to the group or tried to outflank Zark''thul, giving Zark''thul precious seconds to reposition and strike again. Cerys summoned her Vine Beasts to engage the creatures in close combat while providing support with Sporeburst, slowing the creatures'' advance, and Sylmae and Myralis alternated their healing, ensuring the group''s health stayed topped off.


    Althea''s role was crucial. She stood at the rear, casting Hydrosurge on clusters of aberrations, keeping them at bay and preventing the group from getting overwhelmed.


    Zark''thul cut through aberrations with his sword and Eldritch Blasts. The Sylvan Agents kept the stragglers at bay and healed the damage inflicted upon him. As the battle continued, a growing mound of aberrant flesh and pooling dark ichor marked the frontline.


    As the aberrations pressed in, their movements became more desperate, more frenzied, as if sensing the slow demise of their master.


    Suddenly, the broodheart shuddered, its myriad eyes rolling in a grotesque unison, fixing on the invaders in its midst. A pulsating mass of flesh bulged outward from its side, elongating and shaping into a colossal tentacle. This appendage, a mass of writhing, oozing muscle and sinew, whipped outwards with alarming speed.


    It struck Zark''thul and sent him hurtling through the air. His body smashed into one of the pillars lining the chamber''s perimeter, the stone cracking upon impact. He fell to the ground in a heap, his sword clattering away from his outstretched hand. For a moment, he lay there, stunned and winded, his vision swimming.


    "My lord!" Cerys cried out in alarm, her voice distant and distorted in Zark''thul¡¯s ringing ears.


    The broodheart wasn''t finished. The tentacle retracted slightly before lashing out again, this time towards the group of Sylvans. Althea, seeing the attack coming, quickly cast Aquatic Shield, forming a barrier of swirling water just in time to deflect the tentacle''s strike. The appendage slammed against the shield, sending rippling waves across its surface, but it held.


    "Everyone, to Zark''thul!" Althea commanded, her voice steady but urgent.


    The Sylvans immediately responded, moving swiftly to their downed commander. Sylmae reached him first, her hands already aglow with healing energy. She knelt beside him, casting Swiftmend, the warm glow of healing enveloping Zark''thul, knitting his injuries.


    "Up and at ''em, boss man," she said with a strained smile. "Can''t have you sleeping on the job, right?"


    Zark''thul, his vision clearing and strength returning, grunted in response. He began to sit up, his hand reaching for his sword.


    At the same time, Cerys directed her vine beasts to swarm the broodheart, hoping to divert its attention, while Lirielle and Althea worked to keep the tentacle at bay, Lirielle with her Enchanted Whirlwind and Althea with her Hydrosurge. The appendage was a large target and couldn''t withstand the barrage, retreating into the safety of the broodheart.


    As Zark''thul got back to his feet, his eyes locked onto the broodheart with a renewed fury. "You dare strike me..." he hissed, his voice a low growl filled with a mixture of anger and disdain.


    With a swift motion, he retrieved his sword and turned to the Sylvans. "Deal with the remainder of the aberrations. I will handle the broodheart."


    He didn''t wait for a response, immediately sprinting towards the grotesque, fleshy mass. As he approached, the broodheart''s tentacle lashed out once more, but he was ready this time.


    He manifested his ability, Footsteps of the Void, his form becoming partially phased, a dark, incorporeal aura enveloping him. The tentacle swept through him, its deadly force passing harmlessly through his phantasmal form.


    With a mighty leap, he jumped over another sweeping appendage, his sword gleaming in the chamber''s dim light.


    Landing hard before the broodheart, Zark''thul began his assault. His sword slashed through the air, carving deep gashes into the broodheart''s flesh. The creature writhed and shuddered, its many eyes rolling madly, but it couldn''t escape the relentless barrage. With each strike, the broodheart''s life force ebbed away, its tentacle weakening, its movements slowing.


    As Zark''thul fought the broodheart, the Sylvan Agents continued their own battle against the remaining aberrations. Their coordination was impeccable. Althea''s Hydrosurge kept several of the creatures pinned, while Cerys''s vine beasts and Lirielle''s whirlwinds held others at bay. Sylmae and Myralis focused on healing Zark''thul and bolstering their defenses.


    But their mana was waning, despite the consumption of several potions. He needed to hurry.


    He continued his assault, his blade cutting deeper and more brutally into the broodheart''s flesh. With each slash, a spray of dark, foul-smelling ichor erupted from the wounds. He fired repeated Eldritch Blasts between swings of his sword.


    Finally, with a resounding crack, he drove his blade deep into the broodheart''s core. The creature let out a final, shuddering groan before falling still. Its eyes rolled back, lifeless, and the tentacle fell limp. He ripped his blade out from the creature, a torrent of dark, viscous fluid gushing out, drenching him in its foulness.


    Zark''thul looked back to see the Sylvans had finished off the last of the aberrations. They stood amidst the carnage, panting heavily, their weapons and garments stained with the dark ichor of their enemies.


    "We did it..." Cerys whispered, a mixture of relief and disbelief in her voice.


    Zark''thul nodded, sheathing his sword. "We did. But the job is not done." He turned back to the broodheart, now lifeless and oozing.Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    With a swift motion, he plunged his hand deep into the broodheart''s corpse, feeling around within its viscera. His arm sank up to his shoulder in the fleshy mass.


    "Ew," Lirielle remarked, scrunching her nose. "Gross, my lord."


    Ignoring the remark, his hand closed around something¡ªa crystalline orb, pulsating with a faint, sickly green light. He then manifested his Vocarious Maw of the Abyss and plunged the spectral maw into the broodheart, his mouth moving in sync, and he began to eat.


    As the broodheart began to shrink, he felt his own power grow, the strength of the Qliphoth essence coursing through his veins as it became a part of his being.


    Once finished, he withdrew his hand from the now-empty husk of the broodheart. The crystalline orb, the core of the broodheart, was firmly in his grasp.


    His AetherLink buzzed with notifications:


    [You have consumed a Blighted Broodheart: +300 EXP. You''ve gained a level]


    [You''ve acquired the power ''Fracture the Veil'']


    Fracture the Veil: Tear a hole in the fabric of reality, allowing a glimpse into the chaotic realms beyond. This fracture acts as a portal, pulling in those nearby and subjecting them to the maddening, chaotic forces that dwell within. You can also traverse this rift to teleport short distances.


    He dismissed the prompts.


    "Let''s return," he said to the Sylvans, and he began walking toward the chamber''s exit, the core of the broodheart clutched in his hand. The Agents exchanged weary, satisfied glances before following him. He would have to reward them once they were back in the safety of the Tower.


    <hr>


    Zark¡¯thul sat in his private office, a dimly lit, cavernous space that echoed his every movement. He leaned forward in his chair, elbows on the grand desk before him, fingers steepled as he studied the two items laid out: the Qliphoth Broodheart Core and a small, nondescript box, both rewards from completing the last directive.


    With a deep breath, he decided to inspect the box first. As he opened it, a faint, shimmering light escaped, illuminating the contours of his face. Inside was a silver ring, unadorned and simple in design, yet imbued with a subtle power that was unmistakable to his senses.


    He took out the AetherLink and opened up his menu. Selecting the ring from his inventory, he inspected it:


    <blockquote>


    [Ring of the Eldritch Warlord]


    Rarity: Epic


    Effect: When activated, the Eldritch Warlord can summon one additional squad to a battle, regardless of current limitations. The extra squad will remain active until either dismissed by the warlord or destroyed in combat. This squad, when summoned, does not consume a squad slot. However, the squad must be one rank lower than the highest-ranked squad deployed. For example, if the highest-ranked squad member on the floor is Rare, the summoned squad must all be of Common rank. If the floor has a squad member of Epic rank, the summoned squad will be of Rare rank or lesser.


    Activation Condition: To summon the additional squad, the Eldritch Warlord must sacrifice 10% of their maximum health.


    Recharge Time: Once used, the ring becomes inactive for 72 hours.


    </blockquote>


    A small smile tugged at his lips. He was beginning to sense a theme in the items that he was being rewarded, likely by the Tower''s design. It seemed that it wanted him to become the ultimate commander, one who led from the front and not from a chair in his office. Well, that was perfectly fine. That''s how he had always done things, after all.


    He slipped the ring onto a finger, feeling a surge of power as it bonded to him. He''d need to test the item later, but for now, there was another matter to attend to.


    Turning his attention to the Broodheart Core, he picked up the pulsating orb and rolled it in his palm, the crystalline surface feeling both icy and burning to the touch. He opened up his AetherLink to inspect it:


    <blockquote>


    [Qliphoth Broodheart Core]


    Rarity: Epic


    Description: A concentrated essence of a Blighted Broodheart, this core embodies the corruptive and transformative power of the Qliphoth. It is a source of immense, otherworldly energy, capable of inducing profound changes in both beings and environments.


    Abilities:


    - Corruptive Influence: In the presence of the core, creatures not immune to the Qliphoth''s influence may succumb to its corruptive aura. The longer they are exposed, the more pronounced the effects become. These effects can manifest as physical mutations, altered behavior, or heightened aggression. The change can be resisted but will likely result in severe damage or even death.


    - Environmental Warp: When the core is brought into an environment, it gradually warps and twists the surroundings, infusing them with the Qliphoth''s dark, otherworldly essence. Plants become grotesque and predatory, and the land itself takes on an eerie, unnatural appearance. Structures in the area may begin to decay or morph into nightmarish forms.


    - Aberration Spawn: Given sufficient time and sustenance (usually in the form of organic matter or life energy), the Broodheart Core can spawn lesser Qliphoth aberrations. These creatures, while not as formidable as those spawned from a fully formed Broodheart, still possess the Qliphoth''s corruptive and deadly traits. They will aggressively defend the core and seek to spread its influence.


    </blockquote>


    He closed the AetherLink. He was already familiar with most of this information. What he needed to discern now was whether to keep the core for study and potential weaponization, or destroy it. If the latter, he could consume it and possibly acquire a new power.


    But that could wait. He set the broodheart aside.


    A notification chimed on his AetherLink, and he glanced at it, noting the familiar prompt. The last directive had been completed, meaning the door to the fifth floor was now accessible. With a quick tap on his screen, he opened up a new window to see the details of the upcoming floor:


    [Directive 5-1: Suppress Civil Unrest (Repeatable)]


    Overview: Patrol specific districts of Andurth to investigate reports of civil unrest and contain rioters.


    [Directive 5-2: Recover Ancient Documents]


    Overview: Retrieve critical historical documents from Andurth¡¯s Grand Archive that might reveal details about the Qliphoth chrysalis¡¯s origins and weaknesses.


    [Directive 5-3: Patrol Andurth¡¯s Trade Routes (Repeatable)]


    Overview: Ensure the safety of merchants and travelers along the main trade routes leading into Andurth.


    [Directive 5-4: Investigate Cult Activity in the Noble Quarter]


    Overview: Infiltrate a high-society event rumored to be a front for a Qliphoth-affiliated cult. Gather evidence on their operations and identify key figures.


    [Directive 5-5: Disable the Chrysalis¡¯ Defenses]


    Overview: Identify and dismantle the Qliphothic warding systems protecting the chrysalis beneath Andurth.


    As usual, a mix of repeatable and unique directives. He had already seen these types of objectives on the fourth floor. It was the nature of this Tower and the world it was in, he supposed. But he had a feeling that the directives were becoming more complex, more nuanced than the simple, brute-force tasks of the previous floors.


    He had noticed this shift in complexity starting on the fourth floor, and it was becoming more apparent as they progressed.


    He checked the details of the first directive:


    <blockquote>


    Directive 5-1: Suppress Civil Unrest (Repeatable)


    Objective: Patrol specific districts of Andurth to investigate reports of civil unrest and contain rioters. Focus on non-lethal methods to avoid collateral damage.


    Description: The instability in Andurth has grown, with riots erupting in the western districts. While some unrest seems natural, there are whispers of strange agitators inciting chaos. This directive serves to stabilize the city¡¯s streets.


    Difficulty: ¡ï¡î¡î¡î¡î


    Success Condition: Resolve three instances of unrest within the designated area.


    Failure Condition: Major property damage or civilian casualties.


    Rewards: 100 EXP, 15 Quintessence Shards, basic consumables.


    Bonus Objective: Subdue agitators without using lethal force.


    Bonus Rewards: 200 EXP, 10 additional Quintessence Shards, a rare gear piece.


    </blockquote>


    Andurth... the capital city of the region. His hunch was correct that the Tower was pushing him towards that place, it seemed. It was there where the Nai''hum''s chrysalis rested, and it was there where the cult''s main headquarters most likely was. It made sense that the directives were slowly pushing him to engage with that environment.


    The final directive of the floor, Directive 5-6, was most likely to find and destroy the Nai''hum chrysalis.


    But he was not yet strong enough for that©¤nor his agents. There was a lot of work to be done first before he could attempt such an undertaking.


    Fortunately, the time dilation between the floors and the Tower was quite useful. He would be able to use it to strengthen himself and his agents as much as possible before the inevitable confrontation with the Fleshbound Choir¡ª


    Inevitable...?


    He blinked, momentarily lost in thought.


    Yes, it was inevitable, wasn''t it? The directives had been leading him to this confrontation since the beginning. He was meant to face the Nai''hum chrysalis and the cult.


    Something wasn''t right. A suspicion crept into his mind, one that had been nagging at him since the second floor. Why did the Tower''s directives seem tailored specifically to counter the Qliphoth''s machinations? How could the directives anticipate the emergence of Nai''hum and direct him to confront it? How could it have known that the crypt would contain the Broodheart?


    The more he pondered these questions, the more unsettling they became. It was almost as though the Tower''s directives were not just responding to his actions, but predicting them, guiding him towards specific outcomes. That or it had the power of foresight and was acting in anticipation of future events.


    It was a disconcerting thought. He was no stranger to cosmic manipulations and ancient schemes, having orchestrated many in his former life as an Eldritch Lord, but he had never been the one manipulated.


    He didn''t like it.


    He closed the AetherLink. There was nothing to do about it for now. For better or worse, his path was set. He would need to proceed carefully. The directives could lead to power, but they might also be steering him towards an unseen, possibly catastrophic end.

 Chapter 29: Business is Blooming

    Babel''s Basement, the first storefront for Zark''thul''s company, was about to open its doors. As a way to promote the event, they had tasked the Sylvans to attend and help with the festivities. Zark''thul stood outside, surveying the scene with a keen eye.


    A large banner hung above the store entrance, proclaiming ''GRAND OPENING'' in bold lettering. A small crowd had already begun to gather, drawn by the promise of a unique shopping experience and the novelty of a new store in the city. Gerald was there to help oversee the final preparations.


    The crowd''s attention shifted as five striking figures emerged from a sleek, black vehicle. The Sylvan squad stepped out one by one, each of their appearances catching the eye of the onlookers.


    The Sylvans were dressed in attire that highlighted their unique qualities. The dryads wore flowing gowns made of a shimmering, leaf-patterned fabric, their hair adorned with flowers. The nymph''s gown was a deep blue, reminiscent of the depths of the ocean, and her silver hair was styled in an elaborate braid. Lastly, the sprite wore a delicate gown that sparkled like morning dew on a spiderweb.


    As they made their way towards the store, the crowd parted, some in awe, others in confusion, but all eyes were on them. The Sylvans smiled and waved, exuding an air of grace and elegance that seemed to enchant everyone around them.


    Once inside the store, they mingled with the customers, offering their assistance and charm in equal measure. The nymph''s soft, melodious voice guided customers to the right products, while the dryads, with their gentle mannerisms and knowledge of plants, helped customers select the perfect herbs and plants for their needs. The sprite, with her mischievous smile and quick wit, kept children entertained, flying around the store and pointing out interesting items.


    Zark''thul watched from a coffee shop across the street. He could see the crowd inside, bustling around and making their way through the various sections of the store. The opening had gone off without a hitch, and the Sylvans were doing an excellent job. He took a sip of the bitter, aromatic beverage, and watched as his newest business venture started off on a promising note.


    Beside him, Elspeth, Xashai, and Alice were seated at the same table. Alice, ever the marketing expert, was keeping a close eye on the Sylvans'' performance.


    "They''re a natural," Alice commented, watching the Sylvans interact with the crowd. "I knew they''d be a hit."


    "I must admit," Xashai added, sipping her tea, "I had my doubts, but they''re proving to be quite adept at this. Who would have thought a squad of combat-trained forest spirits could double as excellent salespersons?"


    Alice smiled, a hint of smugness playing at her lips. "That''s the power of good marketing. You find an angle, you work it, and you reap the rewards."


    "Indeed. Your expertise is proving invaluable, Miss Blankenship," Xashai complimented, raising her cup of tea in a subtle salute. Alice returned the gesture with a nod, her smile broadening.


    Elspeth, as usual, sat quietly, observing the interaction with her unwavering focus. Her gaze occasionally flitted between the store and Zark''thul, as if trying to gauge his reaction to the proceedings.


    After a while, Elspeth broke her silence. "The initial response is promising, sir. Sales have been steady, and the customer feedback has been overwhelmingly positive. It seems the public is intrigued by the unique products we offer."


    Zark''thul nodded, taking another sip of his coffee. "Success was expected, but the extent of it is... surprising. It seems our marketing efforts have borne fruit."


    Alice leaned back, looking particularly satisfied with herself. "Exactly. And with the right strategy, we can maintain this momentum and continue to grow the business. We have the product, we have the appeal, and we have the expertise. All we need now is consistent effort and a clear vision."


    "The product is what concerns me the most," Zark''thul stated, his eyes still fixed on the store. "Our supply chain is not fully established. Gathering these resources is a slow and painstaking process, and we need to increase our output to keep up with the demand. Otherwise, our stock will deplete, and our growth will stagnate."


    Xashai''s fingers tapped rhythmically on the table. "True. We''ve already taken steps to address this. I''ve negotiated a few more contracts with other suppliers to bolster our inventory, but we''ll need a more reliable, long-term solution if we want to scale up."


    Zark''thul scrolled through his AetherLink, his fingers flicking across the screen.


    With his most recent milestone of unlocking the 5th floor of the Tower, he was now able to deploy five squads simultaneously and could hold forty active Agents. In order to maximize efficiency, he had decided to recruit three more squads to fill the vacant positions¡ªtwo squads of REDLINEs, and another squad of Sylvans.


    Alas, only common rarity Agents appeared, but it was no surprise. He was well aware that the probability of recruiting a higher rarity Agent was exceedingly low. He had been lucky with Squad Five.


    Now he had enough Agents to cycle through various tasks and maintain the necessary productivity without having to deal with any morale or stress issues. Observing how Alice and Gerald scheduled tasks in their respective departments enabled him to adopt a similar method with his squads¡ªa necessary compromise, considering these mortals required food and rest, unlike himself.This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.


    His eye twitched with the memories of managing their indirect complaints about their working conditions and other... requests. It was an annoyance, but one he had learned to navigate. Efficiency above all else.


    Zark''thul reviewed the data displayed on his screen. "Limit the sales on the most popular products and introduce a pre-order system for them. That will help manage customer expectations and give us more time to restock. We should also look into developing more products, especially those that require less of the rarer ingredients."


    Elspeth nodded, noting his instructions. "I will see to it. However, our product development efforts have been hampered by a lack of specialized personnel. We could benefit from adding an R&D department and recruiting staff to manage it."


    He nodded, a brief flicker of acknowledgment in his otherwise impassive face. "Do it. I''ll leave the specifics of the hiring process to you. As always, prioritize talent over all else."


    "Understood, sir."


    Zark''thul tapped the screen, selecting the configuration settings for Floor 5. A list of available departments scrolled across his vision, each one representing a potential path for his business expansion.


    He tapped on the option labeled ''Research & Development,'' then set it to the fifth floor. Instantly, a series of prompts and options unfolded before him, detailing the requirements and costs associated with setting up the department. He reviewed them, his eyes quickly scanning the information, before giving his approval.


    A prompt appeared, asking for confirmation. Zark''thul selected ''Yes'', and the screen dissolved into a flurry of data and calculations, confirming the changes he''d implemented and the estimated time for completion. In two days, the fifth floor would be fully operational as an R&D department.


    He closed the screen, his attention returning to the table. "It is done. The fifth floor is now an R&D department. It should be ready in two days."


    <hr>


    Two days later, the R&D department on the fifth floor was ready, and Zark''thul was reviewing the candidate profiles Elspeth had compiled. They were seated in a meeting room on the first floor, with the large, holographic screen displaying a series of resumes and profiles.


    He flicked through the profiles, each one represented by a picture of the candidate alongside their qualifications and experience. Most of the candidates had a background in botany, biochemistry, or pharmacology, and a few even boasted expertise in arcane magic and its applications in research.


    "This one is promising," he muttered, pointing at a profile. "An elf with a strong background in alchemy and arcane botany. His research on the properties of magical plants could be useful. Hire him."


    Elspeth nodded. "I will send him the offer letter."


    They continued reviewing the candidates. Zark''thul''s eyes scanned each profile carefully, weighing the candidates'' strengths and weaknesses. He made a few more selections, choosing a diverse range of specialists to form the core of the new department. Once satisfied with the choices, he leaned back.


    "Make the offers to the selected candidates. And arrange for their orientation and onboarding. I want them to begin their work as soon as possible," he ordered.


    "Yes, sir."


    As they wrapped up the meeting, Xashai entered the room. "Good news, sir. I just finished negotiating with a new supplier. They''re willing to provide us with a larger quantity of resources, but they need help clearing a dungeon that''s infested with creatures. It''s disrupting their operations. If we assist them, we can secure a steady supply of raw materials for our products."


    Zark''thul''s eyes gleamed with interest. "A mutually beneficial arrangement. What type of creatures are we dealing with?"


    "They''re not too dangerous," Xashai replied, "mostly low-tier monsters. But the sheer number of them is what''s causing the problem. The supplier''s workforce is not equipped to handle them, so they''re hoping we can resolve the issue quickly."


    He typed on his AetherLink, pulling up the details of his Agents. If it was just ''low-tier'' creatures, then a squad comprising of Artillery-role Agents would be more than enough to deal with them. He tapped on a group of profiles, selecting the Agents he wanted to deploy.


    "Very well. I''ll send a team to deal with the creatures. Prepare the necessary paperwork and make sure the supplier understands the terms of our agreement."


    "Of course, sir. I''ll take care of it right away," Xashai responded, a confident smile on her face. She turned to leave, but then paused, looking back. "By the way, I''ve been meaning to ask, are there any specific types of resources you''re looking for? Knowing your priorities will help me in my negotiations."


    Zark''thul pondered for a moment. "Focus on alchemical reagents and magical components. We need to diversify our product lines, and those materials will be crucial for our R&D department."


    "Understood, sir. I''ll see what I can do," Xashai replied, nodding before leaving the room.


    With the meeting concluded, Zark''thul returned to the Command Room. The room was silent, the only sounds coming from the various machines and displays. He sat in his chair, leaning back, and closed his eyes. Despite not needing sleep, he had found that periods of stillness and quiet were conducive to his thinking. It was during these moments that his mind could roam freely, unburdened by the immediate demands of his work.


    As he sat in the silence, his thoughts drifted to the past. Memories of his life before his defeat surfaced, images of the vast, cosmos he had once traversed, the beings he had encountered, and the battles he had fought. The memories were vivid and visceral, stirring something deep within him¡ªa longing, a yearning for his former existence.


    But he pushed those feelings aside.


    His defeat was a bitter pill to swallow, but it had also given him a new perspective. No longer a being of unfathomable power, he now had to rely on strategy and cunning to achieve his goals. And, surprisingly, he found he didn''t mind. There was a certain satisfaction in building something from the ground up, in manipulating the pieces on the board to his advantage.


    And right now, those pieces still need a lot of improvement.


    Facing even an aspect or fragment of Nai''hum as the last challenge for this floor... his Agents were unlikely to prevail against the Qliphoth. That being could even spell his doom as well.


    But if time was on his side, he still had an opportunity. To improve his Agents. To improve himself, and his capabilities. If there was one thing Zark''thul could always rely on, it was his ability to adapt. And adapt, he would.


    A faint chime interrupted his thoughts. He opened his eyes to see a notification flashing on his screen. It was an alert from Elspeth, reminding him of his next appointment.


    With a sigh, Zark''thul rose from his seat.

 Chapter 29.5: The Day in the Life of Squad 5

    Sylmae lounged on a wide branch of a tall tree. She lay on her side, propped up on one elbow, her other hand absently twirling a strand of her mossy hair. She looked down at her squad mates with half-lidded eyes, a lazy smile on her lips.


    It was peaceful and quiet here, high up in the trees, away from the hustle and bustle of the city that lay outside the walls of their new habitat.


    The squad was taking a break, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation. Cerys, ever the responsible one, was sitting with her back against the tree trunk, a book in her hands. Lirielle, the sprite, flitted from branch to branch, humming softly to herself, her wings shimmering in the light.


    Myralis, the youngest dryad, sat cross-legged on the grassy forest floor, her hands gently stroking a butterfly that had landed on her knee. Sylmae watched her with a fond smile. Myralis was always so gentle and caring, even to the smallest creatures.


    Althea was swimming in the pond, her pale blue form cutting gracefully through the water. Sylmae could hear her soft, musical humming, a tune that seemed to harmonize with the gentle rustling of leaves.


    "Hey, Cerys!" Lirielle''s voice broke the tranquil silence. She hovered near the elder dryad, her wings fluttering rapidly. "What are you reading?"


    Cerys looked up from her book, her emerald eyes meeting Lirielle''s curious gaze. "It''s a history book about this world. I''m trying to learn more about its past and the people who have shaped it."


    Lirielle cocked her head to the side. "Why? What good is the past when there''s so much fun to be had in the present?"


    "It helps us understand the present," Cerys explained. "And the future. The past is a guide, a teacher. It shows us what has worked and what hasn''t, what mistakes we should avoid, and what successes we can replicate."


    "Hmm," Lirielle hummed, not quite convinced. "Seems boring to me. I''d rather dance in the sun and play in the flowers. The past can stay where it is."


    Sylmae chuckled softly at their exchange. They were so different, yet they balanced each other out. Cerys was the thoughtful one, always considering the consequences of their actions and the broader context of their situation. Lirielle, on the other hand, lived in the moment, carefree and adventurous.


    "Leave her alone, Lirielle," Sylmae called out lazily from her perch. "Let her read her book. You go dance and play to your heart''s content. We all have our own ways of enjoying this world."


    Lirielle grinned, "That''s what I was going to do anyway!"


    The sprite zipped off, her laughter echoing through the forest. Sylmae watched her go with a smile. Despite her mischievous nature, Lirielle was the life of their squad, always bringing joy and laughter wherever she went.


    Myralis looked up from the butterfly, her eyes following Lirielle''s path. "She''s always so happy. How does she do it?"


    Cerys smiled, her gaze softening. "It''s just her way. She finds joy in the simplest of things, and that''s a wonderful gift."


    "I wish I could be like her," Myralis admitted, her voice wistful. "I always worry about things, even small ones."


    "That''s also a gift," Cerys assured her, reaching out to gently touch the younger dryad''s cheek. "Your care and concern are what keep us grounded and safe. Don''t ever think less of yourself because of it."


    Myralis smiled, her worries melting away under Cerys'' comforting words. "Thank you, Cerys."


    "You''re welcome, dear."


    A splash caught their attention, and they turned to see Althea emerge from the pond. Water dripped from her silver hair and glistened on her blue skin. She walked towards them, her steps graceful and fluid, almost as if she were still in the water.


    "What are you all talking about?" Althea asked, joining the others under the tree.


    "We were just admiring Lirielle''s joy for life," Cerys replied, closing her book. "And how we all have our own unique gifts that contribute to our squad."


    Althea nodded, her eyes drifting to the sky where Lirielle was performing acrobatics in the air, giggling as she went. "She is indeed a bright spirit. But we all shine in our own ways."


    Sylmae yawned, stretching her arms above her head. "Well said, Althea. Now, if you''ll excuse me, I''m going to take a nap. Wake me when it''s time for our next task."


    With that, Sylmae closed her eyes, the sounds of her friends'' voices and the forest''s whispers lulling her into a peaceful slumber. For now, there were no missions, no battles. Only the tranquillity of their forest, the companionship of her squad, and the promise of more adventures to come.


    <hr>


    Lirielle pulled Althea by the hand, dragging the reluctant nymph along. "Come on, Althea! It''s time we made some friends. The boss man said so, remember? We''re supposed to get along with the others."


    Althea sighed, her pace slow as she followed the enthusiastic sprite. "I know what he said, Lirielle. But I''d much rather stay in our habitat. It''s peaceful there, and the pond is perfect for swimming."


    "Please, the pond is getting boring," Lirielle whined. "I want to meet the other Agents and see what they''re like. Besides, we''re all a big team, aren''t we? We should learn to work together."


    Althea couldn''t help but smile at Lirielle''s persistence. "Very well. I''ll join you for a while, but then I''m heading back to the pond."This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.


    "Yay!" Lirielle cheered, her wings fluttering with excitement. She dragged Althea along, heading into the commons where they could see some of the Agents gathered. As they entered, all eyes turned to them.


    "Hey, everyone!" Lirielle shouted, waving her hand. "We''re from Squad 5, and we want to say hi and make friends."


    There were a few raised eyebrows and exchanged glances among them.


    Lyssa, one of the REDLINEs, approached them with a friendly smile. "Hi, I''m Lyssa. It''s nice to meet you."


    "I''m Lirielle," the sprite replied, "and this is Althea. She''s shy, but don''t worry, I''ll talk enough for both of us."


    Althea rolled her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "Hello, Lyssa. It''s a pleasure to meet you."


    "You''re a... water nymph, right?" Lyssa asked, looking Althea up and down. "I''ve never seen one of your kind before. You''re very... pretty."


    Geneve leaned over Lyssa''s shoulder, a sly smile on her face. "I heard you''re topping the kill count among our squads. Impressive, especially for a group of... nature lovers."


    "Oh, that." Althea shrugged. "We just did what we had to do. Our lord wanted results, and we delivered. It''s really not that impressive."


    Geneve''s smirk widened. "Not that impressive, huh? Maybe you could show us a few tricks some time."


    "Maybe," Althea replied, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "If you''re lucky."


    "Hey, hey," Lirielle interrupted, flying between them. "No need to get competitive. We''re all friends here, right?"


    Geneve chuckled and stepped back, giving Lyssa a pat on the shoulder. "Of course, we''re friends. Just having a bit of fun." She winked at Althea before turning away.


    Lyssa shook her head. "Sorry about that. Geneve''s a bit of a tease. She doesn''t mean any harm." She gestured for them to follow. "Come on, let me introduce you to the others. They''re a good bunch, really."


    As they moved around the commons, meeting the other Agents, Althea couldn''t help but notice the lingering gazes of some of the men in the group. It wasn''t anything new to her, of course. She was well aware of her beauty and the effect it often had on others.


    But one pair of eyes, in particular, caught her attention. It was Byron, the Tank of Squad 1. He was standing off to the side, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his eyes following her every move.


    When their gazes met, he offered a small, respectful nod. There was no leering or suggestive glint in his eyes, only a calm, steady regard that intrigued her.


    "So," Lirielle started, floating between Clare and Warren, "How do you guys spend your free time? Do you train all the time? Or maybe you play games?"


    Warren chuckled. "We do train a lot, but we also enjoy some downtime. We watch movies, play video games, that kind of thing."


    "Movies? Video games?" Lirielle repeated, her head tilted in confusion. "What are those?"


    Lyssa laughed. "They''re forms of entertainment. Movies are like moving pictures that tell a story, and video games are interactive experiences you can play on a screen. Here, I''ll show you." She picked up a handheld gaming device and turned it on. "This is a video game console. See, you control the character on the screen with these buttons."


    Lirielle''s eyes widened as she watched the little figure move on the screen, jumping and running at the press of a button. "That''s incredible! Can I try?"


    "Sure," Lyssa said, setting the device on the floor. "Give it a go."


    Lirielle hovered down and tentatively pressed a button, causing the character on the screen to jump. She laughed in delight. "I''m doing it! I''m making him jump!"


    As Lirielle continued to play, Althea observed the others in the room. Some were engrossed in their own games, while others were watching Lirielle with amusement.


    She caught Byron''s eye again, and this time he pushed himself off the wall and walked over to her. He stopped a respectful distance away, his eyes meeting hers. "You''re Althea, right?" he asked, his voice deep and steady.


    She nodded. "That''s right. And you''re Byron, from Squad 1. The Tank."


    "That''s me," he confirmed, offering a small smile. "I wanted to compliment you on your squad''s performance. You''re doing really well."


    "Thank you," she replied, returning his smile. "We''re just trying our best to meet our lord''s expectations."


    "I can tell. You''re a credit to your squad. I hope we get a chance to work together someday."


    "Perhaps we will. Our lord did mention something about that, didn''t he?"


    He nodded. "He did. And I''m looking forward to it. I think our teams would complement each other well. You have a lot of raw power, while our squad has more experience and tactical knowledge."


    "I''d like that, too," she admitted. "It would be interesting to see how we work together."


    "Byron!" Geneve called from across the room, waving him over. "Come play with us. We need a fourth player."


    He glanced at Althea apologetically. "Duty calls. But it was a pleasure talking to you. I''m sure we''ll see each other again soon."


    Althea watched him go, a slight smile tugging at her lips. He was... interesting. Strong, confident, yet humble. And there was a kindness in his eyes that she found appealing. She would definitely look forward to working with him and Squad 1, though she had to admit to herself, that she was far more intrigued by him than anyone else.


    "Althea, look at me!" Lirielle cried, grabbing her attention. "I''m a master at this!"


    Althea turned to see the sprite fluttering next to the console, her tiny fingers pressing the buttons in rapid succession. On the screen, the character was running and jumping across a series of platforms, collecting coins and dodging obstacles.


    Beside her, Lyssa''s slumped form lay defeated, her hands covering her face. "My high score," she moaned. "She already beat my high score... uuuuungh!"


    The others laughed as Lirielle continued her game, oblivious to Lyssa''s despair.


    "You''ll get over it," Warren teased. "It''s not the end of the world."


    "But it took me months to get that score!" Lyssa lamented, peering through her fingers. "And she just waltzes in here and beats it in minutes. It''s not fair."


    Clare patted Lyssa''s shoulder. "There, there. You''ll always be our reigning champion. Until Lirielle decides to play again."


    As the banter and laughter continued, Cerys and Myralis entered the room, their eyes scanning the crowd until they spotted Althea and Lirielle. They made their way over, Cerys'' brow furrowed with worry.


    "There you are," she said, placing a hand on Lirielle''s head. "We were wondering where you two had gone off to. We didn''t expect to find you in the middle of a... party?"


    "It''s not a party, it''s a gathering," Lirielle corrected, her eyes still glued to the game. "We''re making friends, just like the boss man said."


    Myralis looked around, her eyes wide and uncertain. "Are we allowed to do that? Won''t the other squads think we''re intruding?"


    "Nope!" Lirielle replied, popping the ''p'' with a smug grin. "We''re all part of the same team, right? So we might as well get along."


    "Besides," Althea added, "they''ve been very welcoming. I don''t see the harm in spending time with them."


    Cerys sighed, giving in. "Alright, but don''t cause any trouble, Lirielle. I don''t want to have to come and bail you out later."


    "Me, cause trouble?" Lirielle said innocently, her attention still on the game. "Never."

 Chapter 30: Venture Capital

    One week later, the new R&D recruits had arrived and settled into their roles. Zark''thul made his way up to the fifth floor to introduce himself and inspect their progress.


    The elevator door opened, and he stepped out into a large, open-plan workspace. The room was filled with various stations and workbenches, each one equipped with state-of-the-art lab equipment and arcane devices. The researchers moved about the space, engrossed in their work¡ªsome poring over charts and data, others conducting experiments or crafting concoctions.


    He walked through the room, the researchers pausing to look at him with a mix of awe and curiosity. He paid them no mind, his attention focused on observing their work.


    "Sir, welcome to the R&D department." Elspeth''s voice drew his attention. She stood by a workbench, flanked by two of the researchers he had hired¡ªan elf and a gnome. "Allow me to introduce our lead researchers, Elamrion and Teer."


    The elf, Elamrion, stepped forward and bowed. "It is an honor to meet you, Mr. Mycroft. I have heard much about your innovative business strategies. It is a privilege to contribute to your enterprise."


    The gnome, Teer, hopped onto a nearby stool to bring himself to eye level. "Likewise. I am very excited about the potential of this project. The resources you have gathered are quite extraordinary. I am confident we can create something truly groundbreaking here."


    Zark''thul nodded, acknowledging their greetings. "You were both hired for your expertise and your vision. I trust you will not disappoint."


    Teer grinned. "Oh, we won''t, sir. Rest assured, our work will surpass your expectations. With the resources and equipment at our disposal, we are in a unique position to push the boundaries of what''s possible."


    Elamrion added, "Indeed. We have already begun preliminary studies on some of the materials. Our initial findings are very promising. We hope to have some prototypes ready for testing soon."


    "Good," Zark''thul responded. "Inform me as soon as you have something to present. I expect regular updates on your progress. Efficiency is paramount."


    "We understand, sir," Teer said. "We will make sure to keep you updated on our breakthroughs."


    Satisfied with their responses, Zark''thul turned to leave. "Elspeth, accompany me. We have other matters to discuss."


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    WEEKLY PROFIT & LOSS REPORT:


    Business Capital: 671,500 Credits (cr)


    Other Capital: 319 gold coins; 773 silver coins


    Revenue:


    ? Material Sales: 15,000 cr (Aetheroot, Siltstone Cores, Mirecrystal Eggs, various)


    ? Trade Deals: 30,000 cr (Ongoing trade deal with Kaldeck Company for Sathonic crystals)


    ? Product Sales (Babel''s Basement): 35,000 cr


    ? Total Revenue: 80,000 cr


    Expenses:


    ? Personnel Salaries: 52,000 cr


    ? Departmental Overhead: 4500 cr (Infrastructure, upkeep, resources)


    ? Miscellaneous Costs: 2500 cr (Repairs, maintenance, utilities)


    ? Total Expenses: 85,000 cr


    Net Profit: -5,000 cr


    The week after the R&D department had been set up, he had not expected it to turn a profit. This was not a business venture where he could quickly expect returns; instead, it was a long-term investment, an infrastructural overhaul to enable him to solidify his market share.


    But other expenses continued to accrue. Employee salaries were a significant drain on his resources, along with the cost of maintaining Babel''s Basement and the new departments. And to make things more complicated, he had been informed that there would be another financial charge approaching soon: taxes.


    "We will need to pay taxes in one month," Elspeth informed him, her voice carrying its usual monotone. They were in the meeting room, reviewing the latest figures on his holographic screen. "Our tax liability depends on our revenue, capital assets, and other factors. Based on our current performance, we can expect to pay around 120,000 credits in taxes."


    "I see," he responded, his face expressionless as always, but inwardly he was irked. More credits gone, even before his R&D department was contributing. "What needs to be done to minimize this liability?"


    "There are several strategies," Elspeth continued. "We can increase our expenses in certain areas, such as research and development, which are tax-deductible. We could also investigate possible incentives or subsidies offered by the government for businesses in specific sectors or regions."


    "Prepare a report outlining the most effective strategies," he instructed. "I want a comprehensive analysis of our options."


    "Understood, sir," Elspeth replied. "However, we might benefit from professional advice on this matter. A specialist in financial and legal matters could provide invaluable insights and help us optimize our tax planning."


    "Let me guess, I''ll need to unlock another floor so that I can assign that specialization to the next department, correct?"


    She nodded. "That is indeed one way to acquire the necessary expertise. Alternatively, you could hire a specialist through conventional means, although the cost would be significantly higher, and there would be additional considerations regarding security and confidentiality."


    He leaned back in his chair, mulling over his options.


    Unlocking the next floor meant dealing with the cult of Nai''hum in their lair once and for all. Of course, there was nothing stopping him from delaying the encounter... he could focus on training his Agents and increasing their chances. That was what made the most sense, really.


    While he was lost in thought, a notification popped up on his screen. It was from his AetherLink, a signal that the teams he had sent to aid his supplier had been successful in clearing out the monsters infesting their dungeon.


    He checked the details. His Agents had sustained some injuries, but nothing severe. They were now in the process of gathering the promised resources.


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    [7 Uncommon Materials: Dustweaver Silk x 5, Conflagrance Ember x 2]


    [18 Common Reagents: Palewing Barbs x 7, Mottled Hide x 9, Bonesnap Fangs x 2]


    The haul was not particularly impressive, but the quantity of common reagents was not bad.


    He directed one of his REDLINE squads to make the trip, switching them out with the Agents who had cleared the dungeon. That done, he returned his attention to Elspeth, who was still waiting for a decision. "We''ll take care of the taxes later. The current business situation is more important."


    "Very well, sir," she responded, her eyes flicking back to the report on the screen. "In addition to taxes, we also need to consider our longer-term plans for the business. Now that we have established a presence in the market, we should think about expanding our operations."


    "Isn''t that why Babel''s Basement exists?" he questioned. "Isn''t that enough?"


    Elspeth shook her head. "While Babel''s Basement is a step in the right direction, it is only one aspect of our business. There is potential for diversification and expansion into other markets or sectors. For instance, we could look into exporting our products to other realms, or we could explore the possibility of contracting our Agents'' services to other organizations."


    Zark''thul drummed his fingers on the table, considering her words.


    Her suggestions were logical and aligned with his broader objective of accumulating power and resources, albeit more suited to the needs of a mortal in this world than his own, cosmic desires. However, there was some merit to them.


    Spreading his influence across different markets could provide him with a more stable foundation and open up new avenues for growth. Moreover, it would give his Agents more varied experiences, further refining their skills and bolstering their strength.


    He did have the capacity to spare. He could split them between clearing the repeatable directives and working in his company¡ªthe sylvan squad was already doing so, after all.


    "What services do you believe would be most marketable?" he asked.


    Elspeth paused for a moment, her eyes flickering as she processed the query. "Based on our current capabilities, security and exploration services seem to be the most viable options. Our Agents'' combat prowess and their familiarity with dungeon environments make them well-suited for such roles. We could market their services to individuals or organizations in need of protection, escorts through dangerous areas, or assistance in exploring and mapping unknown territories."


    "Do those even exist in this realm? Isn''t this place somewhat peaceful?"


    "Avalon is generally considered safe, yes. But there are still risks for those who venture beyond its borders. Merchants traveling between cities, for example, often face danger from bandits or wild creatures. There are also remote settlements, trading outposts, and research stations scattered across the continent, many of which are not as well-protected as Avalon. These places often require additional security, or they need guides and escorts for travel between locations."


    "Draw up a proposal. Outline the services we can offer, estimated costs, and potential clients. Have it ready for me in two days." He was aware that his company''s growth was a double-edged sword, but the same was true of most ventures, whether magical or mundane.


    One couldn''t account for everything, only mitigate as many problems as possible.


    <hr>


    Two days later, Elspeth presented the proposal.


    "The security services package would include patrols and surveillance, protective details for personnel and property, and emergency response capabilities. Our Agents'' skills in both combat and reconnaissance make them highly effective in these roles, and their experience operating in challenging environments gives them a significant advantage over traditional security forces.


    "In terms of exploration services, our Agents could be deployed to map out unknown or hazardous territories, conduct surveys and assessments of resources or dangers, and guide others safely through perilous areas. This would be particularly valuable for organizations seeking to expand into new regions or establish new outposts and settlements. Furthermore, the knowledge and expertise gained from these explorations could be leveraged to enhance our own operations and provide additional revenue streams through information sales or consulting services.


    "As for pricing, I have calculated rates based on the scope of each assignment and the level of risk involved. This includes factors such as the number of Agents required, the duration of the contract, and any special equipment or resources needed. I have also outlined potential clients that may have an interest in these services, including merchant guilds, research institutions, and governmental organizations. Of course, we would need to establish our reputation and credibility before securing any significant contracts, but once we do, the demand for our services is likely to be high."


    Zark''thul reviewed Elspeth''s proposal, the numbers and projections dancing before his eyes. It was a solid plan, with a clear outline of the services they could offer, the potential market demand, and the financial considerations. He could envision it¡ªhis Agents, deployed throughout the city and beyond, carving out a niche for his company and bolstering his influence.


    However, something about the proposal made him pause.


    "Are there other companies that offer similar services?" he asked.


    "Yes, sir. There are several mercenary companies and security firms operating in Avalon," Elspeth confirmed. "Some focus on general security and protection, while others specialize in specific areas, such as personal bodyguard services or reconnaissance missions."


    "Hm. And how do we stack up against them?" Zark''thul queried.


    "Unfortunately, In terms of raw capabilities, many of these competitors can match or even surpass us. They have more experienced personnel, better equipment, and established reputations in the industry. However, there are a few areas where we may have an edge."


    She pulled up a chart on the screen, displaying the competitive analysis. "First, the Tower grants us access to a unique and diverse pool of Agents, some with skills and abilities rarely seen in conventional forces. This could give us an advantage in certain niche markets or specialized assignments.


    "Second, our resources from the Tower give us a competitive edge in certain areas. The exotic materials and components we can access could be valuable for crafting unique equipment or developing innovative solutions to security challenges. Finally, the Tower itself serves as a secure and easily defensible headquarters, providing us with a significant advantage in terms of operational security."


    He nodded, taking in the information. It was as he had expected; the Tower''s most significant advantage lay in its versatility and adaptability. The more floors he cleared and unlocked, the more options would become available to him, allowing him to tailor his Agents to the tasks at hand. This was where the true strength of the Tower system lay.


    "If I were to send you and Alice out to conduct a marketing drive," he asked, "what would you need?"


    Elspeth responded without missing a beat. "I would require a marketing budget of approximately 20,000 credits to cover promotional materials, advertising expenses, and initial client outreach efforts. Alice would likely need a smaller budget of around 10,000 credits, as she would focus on leveraging her existing networks and relationships."


    He tapped his finger on the desk thoughtfully before issuing a command. "Approved. Begin your efforts immediately. Alice will assist you. But don''t dedicate too much time to this marketing push¡ªit''s not our primary focus."


    "Understood, sir. I''ll ensure the project remains on track and within budget."


    And with that, the meeting concluded. Zark''thul dismissed Elspeth, watching as she exited the room to begin her task. As the door closed behind her, he turned to his AetherLink, reviewing his roster of Agents.


    The two squads most likely deserving of this reprieve from their repetitive work, as well as a chance to gain experience in a different setting were Squad 1 and Squad 2. Both squads had been diligently clearing the repeatable directives on floors 1 to 4, amassing resources and gaining combat experience.


    By this point, each of them had accumulated a stockpile of Common and Uncommon items, which provided the barest of a margin to enhance their capabilities. At least they now looked slightly less under-equipped than when they had been recruited.


    Suddenly, a thought occurred to him¡ªan obvious solution that he had previously overlooked. If the gear they had acquired from the Tower''s directives was insufficient for their needs, why not supplement them with resources from outside? Surely there were vendors in the city who could provide more suitable equipment.

 Chapter 31: Red Ink

    The skyrail hummed beneath their feet, a steady, mechanical drone that vibrated through steel floor of the train car. Outside the panoramic windows, Avalon sprawled¡ªthe cityscape a blend of towers, domes, and sprawling districts, punctuated by the occasional glimmer of a crystalline building or the wispy curve of a floating walkway.


    The sky was a gradient of deep blue, fading to a softer hue near the horizon where the last traces of daylight lingered, painting the clouds in shades of orange and pink. Floating aetheric billboards flickered with shifting ads¡ªluxury artifacts, dimensional tourism, corporate propaganda that promised "Tomorrow, Today."


    Byron stood near the door, one hand resting on the overhead rail, his red eyes fixed on the city below. The gear felt different on him here¡ªhis shield strapped to his back, pistol secured to his hip, armor less suited for concrete and steel than it was for the arcane horrors of the Tower''s directives. Combat was combat, but something about Avalon made the job feel less clean.


    In the Tower, the enemy was a screaming beast, a wraith with too many limbs, an obvious threat. Here, the dangers could come from anywhere. Byron looked around the train car.


    The faces were almost always different. A cloaked elf, too cautious. A man in a fancy suit, reading a newspaper that displayed the day''s news, market trends, and grainy images of yet another tragedy in the outer world. A group of laughing teenagers, joking and flirting, their laughter occasionally piercing through the murmur of the train.


    He had counted four individuals in this train car alone that could be threats, and he had no doubt that there were several more he had missed. All these faces were strangers. Not so in the Tower. In the Tower, Byron always knew the faces of his friends. Of his squad.


    The others were seated nearby, taking the lull for what it was.


    Geneve had her boot propped up on the empty seat across from her, tossing a coin between her fingers in a lazy rhythm. She had the look of someone who could walk into a room and make friends or enemies, depending on her mood. Right now, her mood was indifferent, which usually meant she was thinking of ways to get into trouble.


    Clare was half-asleep, head tilted back against the rail¡¯s inner wall, rifle case balanced across her lap like a loyal dog. She¡¯d wake up the moment the doors slid open, and then she¡¯d be as sharp as a blade, but for now, she was just an exhausted mess of silver hair and soft breathing.


    Warren, as usual, had his Holonet pad in his hands, scrolling through the latest city reports, faking disinterest while cataloging every relevant bit of data for later use. He wore his fake glasses, but Byron had no idea why. It wasn¡¯t like the lenses did anything. Maybe they made him feel smarter.


    Then there was Lyssa. If the team had an off-switch, she¡¯d lost hers in some tragic accident. She was half-draped over Geneve¡¯s shoulder, staring out the window with a dreamy look. "You ever wonder if anyone¡¯s ever fallen from one of these rails?" she mused aloud.


    Geneve shot her a sidelong glance. "No, but if you keep leaning that far, you might be the first."


    Lyssa grinned, unfazed. "Bet I¡¯d bounce."


    Clare cracked one eye open. "Probably. But the splash would be impressive."


    Geneve snorted, and Byron felt the corner of his mouth twitch. It was almost a smile.


    The Skyrail hissed as it slowed to a stop, and the doors slid open.


    "Showtime," Byron muttered. He adjusted the strap on his shield, stepping onto the platform first, his boots clicking against the ferrocrete. The team followed behind, each slipping into their roles like a well-worn coat.


    The city moved around them in a blur of activity¡ªstreet vendors peddling exotic wares, couriers zipping through on lev-skates, holo-billboards flashing neon offers for off-world vacations. The buzz of a thriving market.


    Their destination was a trade guild outpost, sandwiched between two towering megacorp structures. The exterior signage read ¡®Vex Mercantile Holdings, a Concord of Trade & Innovation Affiliate.¡¯


    <hr>


    The inside of the outpost smelled of paperwork and caffeine, the stink of a place where deals were made in numbers rather than blood. The reception area was clean, sparse¡ªholoscreens running commodity prices along the walls, a single clerk managing incoming requests. The real work happened in the back offices, away from prying eyes.


    A woman in a sleek, business-gray suit eyed them from behind the front desk, her face professionally blank.


    Byron stepped to the counter. "Here to see Jullian Vex."


    The receptionist barely glanced up. "Appointment?"


    He placed the Tower''s business card on her desk. Her fingers brushed it and her face changed. "Please wait. I¡¯ll inform Mr. Vex of your arrival."


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    The team fell into a loose formation around Byron, a subtle barrier of bodies. This was routine. The waiting, the posturing¡ªthey''d done this dance a dozen times.


    Lyssa leaned against the wall, fiddling with her med kit. "This guy¡¯s gonna be boring, isn¡¯t he?"


    Geneve smirked. "Oh, absolutely."


    "Better than fighting Direbeak Rocs." Warren didn''t look up from his pad.


    "That¡¯s low, Warren. Real low," Geneve shot back.


    "It''s just business."


    "Sure." A scoff.


    Their banter was part habit, part defense mechanism¡ªbackground noise to drown out the pressure. They were all focused. They just showed it differently.


    The receptionist''s voice cut through the din. "Mr. Vex will see you now."


    Byron gave the team a nod. It was time to work. They moved in practiced sync, following the receptionist through a locked door and down a hallway to an office at the end. The door slid open, revealing a man who matched the space.


    Jullian Vex had the polished look of a born-and-bred businessman: clean-shaven, hair slicked back, eyes that measured everyone in terms of their value to him.


    He didn''t rise from his chair as they entered, just gestured at the empty seats in front of his desk. "Please, sit."


    They complied, Byron taking the center seat, flanked by the others.


    Vex exhaled. "I¡¯ll be honest. I was expecting... well, not you."


    Geneve grinned. "We get that a lot."


    Vex¡¯s gaze flicked to her, unimpressed, then back to Byron. "No offense, but your company doesn¡¯t have much of a history in security services."


    "We''re a new operation," Byron replied. "But we have extensive experience in crisis management and tactical deployment."


    Geneve quipped, "Yeah, that''s what we do. Deploy... tactically."


    Vex raised an eyebrow but kept his attention on Byron. "There''s a shortage of effective private security firms. Incentives are in place to help establish new contractors. Tax benefits, resource grants..." Vex leaned forward, fingers steepled. "But I''m not looking for an up-and-coming operation. I need professionals. Guaranteed."


    Byron met Vex''s stare. "Our capabilities speak for themselves. For the budget you require, we are the most cost-efficient option, and will not disappoint."


    Jullian studied him, calculating. "Maybe. But I''ve been burned by high-risk, low-cost options before. My business isn''t worth that gamble."


    Warren cleared his throat, glancing up from his pad. "Our profit margin in this endeavor is very slim. We''re seeking a reference, not a fortune."


    "And you think Vex Mercantile should fund your ''learning experience''?" Vex let out a humorless chuckle.


    "Call us a... strategic investment." Geneve rested her chin on her hand, a picture of boredom.


    Vex drummed his fingers on the desk. The room hung in silence, Vex weighing, them waiting.


    The silence broke when Vex slid a file across the desk. "The attacks started about a month ago. At first, it was minor¡ªone missing shipment, a little sabotage here and there. But in the last two weeks, it escalated. Full-on ambushes, crates stolen, some of my men injured."


    Byron flipped the file open. Surveillance photos, grainy and dark, showed a group of figures unloading a cargo crate from a truck. Another showed a burning vehicle, flames licking at the night sky. He closed the file, looking back at Vex. "Who do you suspect?"


    "The easy answer would be bandits, but I don¡¯t buy it. Too clean. Too efficient. The timing¡¯s always perfect, and they always leave before CMEC arrives." Vex paused, leaning back. "If I had to put money on it, I¡¯d say it''s the rival firm¡ªMetcom Solutions. They¡¯ve been looking to force me out of the market for months. Could also be a syndicate. I don¡¯t know for sure."


    Warren frowned, sifting through the files as well. "You¡¯ve got decent warehouse security. If they aren¡¯t attacking directly, how are they getting in?"


    Vex grimaced. "We don¡¯t know. No breaches, no forced entry. It¡¯s like they ghost in and ghost out."


    Geneve tilted her head. "Illusions? Hacked drones? Inside job?"


    "Possibly all three," Vex admitted. "Which is why I need someone outside my usual network. CMEC¡¯s tied up with corporate disputes, and hiring Argent Shield is..." He made a face.


    Byron got the picture. "Expensive."


    Vex nodded. "And they don¡¯t ask questions I need answered."


    Byron leaned forward. "So you don¡¯t just want protection. You want intel."


    "I want both."


    Lyssa perked up. "We can totally do intel."


    "Quiet," Clare murmured, shooting Lyssa a glare.


    Vex continued, "We''re moving a shipment tomorrow night. It''s the most lucrative. If they¡¯re going to hit, it¡¯ll be then."


    "And you want us to guard and investigate?"


    "Yes." Vex slid a sheet of paper across the desk. "This is our agreement. Rates are on the second page."


    Byron took the contract, skimming through the pages. Warren peeked over, and they exchanged a silent glance.


    Vex shifted in his seat. "So, do we have a deal?"


    The offer was solid¡ªa retainer for security services and a bonus based on successful intel gathering. Byron wasn''t fond of the non-compete clause, but it was expected. Overall, the offer was acceptable, if not generous.


    "We''re in," Byron said, signing the documents. He pushed the contract back to Vex, who added his own signature.


    "Tomorrow night, then." Vex handed Byron a key card. "You''ll need this to access the facility. Be at the warehouse by sunset. You''ll meet our chief of security. She¡¯ll get you set up."


    Byron took the card, pocketing it. "We''ll be there."


    They rose, Vex extending a handshake. Byron clasped his hand. "Until then."


    With that, they filed out. The door closed behind them, and the team shared a silent look.


    "This should be fun," Geneve said, a half-grin on her face.


    Warren rolled his eyes. "Don''t jinx it."


    "Guys, guys," Lyssa chimed in. "Let''s all stay positive, okay?"


    Clare shouldered her rifle case. "Let''s just get back. We have prep to do."


    Byron didn''t reply, but the wheels were already turning in his head. Tomorrow night, they''d have their work cut out for them.

 Chapter 32: Under Pressure

    Byron leaned against the ferrocrete wall of the Vex Mercantile Holdings warehouse, arms crossed over his chest, staring out at the industrial sprawl of Avalon¡¯s lower trade district. The air smelled of damp asphalt, burnt circuitry, and the lingering ozone sting of spent aetheric batteries.


    Skyrail lines crisscrossed overhead, buzzing with magnetic hums as they ferried goods and people from one side of the city to the other. It was past sundown, and the artificial glow of streetlamps smeared gold across the pavement, slick from an evening shower.


    The others were close by, waiting for their next move.


    Clare sat on an old cargo crate, rifle case across her lap, her silver hair catching the flickering neon from a nearby holoboard advertising Premium Dimensional Insurance! Buy Now, Stay Safe Beyond Reality!


    She was quiet, half-listening, half-dozing, as if resting would somehow make up for what she was about to lose in the next twelve hours.


    Warren was reading, or pretending to, eyes flicking through his holopad. He¡¯d set the display to its lowest setting, but the pale blue light still ghosted across his face, outlining the fake glasses. Every so often, he¡¯d turn to look at Geneve, only to look away just as quickly.


    Geneve leaned against a steel beam, flipping a knife in one hand with lazy precision, the way a cat twitches its tail before pouncing. She¡¯d spin them, catch, spin, catch. He wasn¡¯t sure if she was just keeping her hand in or trying to tease Warren, but either way, it worked. Her casual boredom was its own kind of challenge, daring any moment of peace to disturb it.


    Lyssa was perched on a lower stack of crates, watching the foot traffic with wide, thoughtful eyes, a wistful half-smile on her lips. Every now and then, she¡¯d tap her fingers on her medkit, a nervous tic that she didn¡¯t seem to notice herself.


    She didn''t talk much, even around the group. Sometimes he forgot she was there until he turned to see her watching, always watching, taking it all in like the world was about to disappear.


    Byron exhaled through his nose, watching a lev-skater weave between slow-moving cargo drones. A few blocks away, the hollow sound of a horn announced the arrival of another SkyRail, sending the echoes bouncing off the towering arcologies that rose from the cityscape like so many glass-and-steel giants.


    This wasn¡¯t the Tower. There were no clear-cut goals, no defined objectives, no rewards for "clearing." It was just a warehouse, a contract, and them. For Byron, there was a strange comfort in being outside the Tower. There were no sudden twists or turns, no pitfalls, no lurking monstrosities that would spawn at the drop of a hat and try to eat him alive. It was... more predictable.


    Predictability was comforting. Predictability meant Geneve would be bored, Warren would be reading, Clare would be tired, and Lyssa would be... well, there wasn''t a nice word for it, but at least she''d be happy doing it.


    "What do you think we¡¯ll end up doing?" Geneve asked, flipping her knife again.


    "Probably some kind of scouting," Warren replied without looking up from his pad.


    "Hm, probably."


    "And fighting."


    "That too."


    Warren glanced at her. "You sound eager."


    Geneve shrugged, twirling the knife around her fingers. "I mean, it¡¯s a nice change from running around the same floors, right?"


    "We still do that," Byron pointed out.


    "True," Geneve conceded. "But this is new. Different."


    "Better or worse?" Lyssa chimed in, tilting her head.


    "It''s... something," Geneve settled on.


    "Isn''t it, though?" Clare agreed.


    Warren tapped his pad to change the page. "The scenery is nicer."


    The discussion petered out, the hum of the city filling the silence. A group of dockworkers ambled by, laughing at some inside joke, their voices fading into the distance.


    A door hissed open. The woman who stepped through didn¡¯t waste time with greetings.


    Ayla Thorne, Vex Mercantile¡¯s head of security. She looked like she¡¯d been built in a lab to fit the part¡ªbroad-shouldered, cropped black hair, a coat lined with reinforced plating. The kind of woman who¡¯d seen enough bad days to know there were always worse ones coming.


    She scanned them with the careful eye of a professional sizing up new hires. Byron wasn''t sure if she approved or not, but she wasn''t turning them away either. In the end, that''s what mattered.


    "You¡¯re the team Vex hired?" she said, a statement more than a question.


    "We are," Byron replied.


    "He didn''t tell me much. Just that I was getting reinforcements," she said. "And from an outfit I''ve never heard of. That''s worrying."


    "New blood," Byron said simply.


    Ayla grunted in response, still sizing them up. "So, what''s the deal with you lot?"


    "We¡¯re... versatile," Byron replied.


    Geneve snorted. "He means we''re a mixed bag of everything."


    "An efficient mixed bag," Lyssa corrected.


    "Still a mixed bag," Geneve said.


    "Works for me," Ayla shrugged. "The more tools I have to work with, the better." She gestured them inside. "Come on. I¡¯ll show you what you¡¯re working with."


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    The warehouse was as cavernous as a tomb, high ceilings strung with dim overhead lights. Metal scaffolding lined the walls, stacked with crates bearing the Vex Mercantile Holdings insignia. Conveyor belts snaked through the building, segmented by security checkpoints manned by bored-looking guards.


    A few automated defense turrets loomed overhead, inactive for now.


    They moved past a small knot of guards, Ayla waving away their questioning looks. "Boss'' orders. They''re with us tonight."


    "Evening, boys," Geneve said, casually striding by.


    "Uh... hey," one of the guards replied, not even bothering to hide his appreciative glance.


    Clare rolled her eyes as she walked past. "Really?"


    "What? They''re cute," Geneve shrugged, throwing a wink back at the guards. The one who''d spoken flushed, quickly turning away. The others chuckled, elbowing him.


    "Anyway," Ayla said, not entirely hiding her smirk, "the shipment''s due at midnight. High-value stuff. Aetheric conduits, reznor, arcite¡ªyou name it."


    She led them past a bank of holoscreens. The feeds flickered with security footage¡ªempty corridors, locked doors, a view of the docking bay. Everything looked quiet for now.


    "We¡¯ve had five attacks in the past six weeks," Ayla continued. "First couple were small¡ªcrates missing, nothing major. Then it escalated. Last hit, we lost an entire shipment and three men."


    "Standard bandit operation?" Warren asked.


    "No." Ayla shook her head. "Bandits make mistakes. They get greedy, sloppy. These guys are clean. Too clean. No footage, no comm interference, no trace. The only reason we even knew they were here was because of the blood on the floor."


    Byron frowned. ¡°Inside job?"


    "Doubt it, Ayla said. "We ran checks on everyone, locked down access. Only people who can get in here are mine or Vex¡¯s."


    Clare, who had been quiet, spoke up. "You¡¯re saying they walk through walls."


    Ayla¡¯s mouth flattened. "I¡¯m saying I don¡¯t know how the hell they¡¯re getting in."


    That was a problem. Squad 1 knew how to handle threats that came at them head-on. They weren''t strangers to solving mysteries, but this job was promising to be more about the mystery than the fight. Not the mission Byron was used to.


    Lyssa popped her synth-mint out of her mouth and examined it like it held the answer. "Maybe they don¡¯t come through walls. Maybe they don¡¯t come in at all."


    Everyone turned to her.


    Geneve, cocking an eyebrow, asked, "You have an idea, Lys?"


    Lyssa looked around, synth-mint rolling between her fingers. "Maybe they¡¯re already inside before the shipments get here. Like, I dunno, a teleportation thing? Magic? Maybe they shrink. And then grow when no one''s looking."


    Clare shook her head. "Shrinking, really?"


    "I¡¯m just brainstorming."


    "We still don''t know how they''re stealing the cargo," Byron said.


    Ayla grunted, eyes dark. "That''s the kicker. The thefts only happen when the shipment is secure and guards are posted. My people are always on watch, but they either swear they don''t see anything or get killed so they can''t."


    Byron nodded. "Walk us through your standard procedure. Everything."


    She gestured at a holomap. "When a shipment arrives, it goes through the intake. After that, it''s stored in the vault until distribution. Security checks every step."


    "So it happens after intake," Byron said. "Where are the guards stationed during that window?"


    "Throughout the warehouse, mostly concentrated around the vault," she said.


    Byron hummed, running his hand over his face, the scrape of his palm oddly comforting against his skin. "What are the points of access?"


    Ayla pointed at the map, tapping locations. "The main bay, the side entrances, and the vents. We have sensors, but they¡¯re old tech."


    He stared at the map, the blue lines and blinking dots. A puzzle made of light and wire. Beside him, the others had gone quiet. They were used to reacting, not planning. Zark''thul planned for them most of the time.


    A sudden thought hit him and he turned to Warren who gave him a nod as he took out his communication device.


    "Sir. Sorry if I''m interrupting anything. Yes, about that. We''d like to request the use of your scrying eyes on the warehouse in order for us to be able to pinpoint potential blind spots." Warren shot Byron a thumbs-up. "You can? Thank you, sir."


    Clare, Geneve, and Lyssa exchanged glances, each with a slight smile.


    Ayla raised a brow. "Did you call for backup or something?"


    Byron turned to Ayla. "Let''s just say our boss has a few more tricks up his sleeve."


    "If that means fewer deaths and more answers, I''m fine with it." She shifted her attention to the map, circling the loading dock with two fingers. "This is the choke point. If your boss can help us, it''ll be here."


    Warren crossed his arms, leaning back against a railing. "Can we take a peek at your surveillance? Maybe we''ll see something you missed."


    Ayla gestured towards a terminal. "Help yourself."


    They spent the next hour reviewing warehouse security logs¡ªcamera feeds, shipment manifests, patrol routes. By the end, they had a decent understanding of how Vex Mercantile Holdings operated. The system was good, but not great, like a security blanket that was more for comfort than protection. There were gaps, shadows, enough to suggest someone knew exactly where to step to avoid being seen.


    Geneve leaned back in her chair, flipping a dagger between her fingers. "I hate this kind of thing. Give me something to stab. This is just... annoying."


    Warren nudged her with his foot. "We''re being paid to figure out a problem, Geneve."


    She made a face. "Yeah, but where''s the fun in that?"


    "The fun is in not being dead," Byron pointed out. He studied the blueprints of the facility, looking for structural weaknesses. There were a couple¡ªolder sections, a disused fire escape, a section of roof that could be compromised with the right kind of explosives. Nothing seemed immediately applicable, though.


    But something about the loading dock timestamps bothered him.


    He tapped a crate entry log. "This shipment arrived at 23:45. But the inventory scan wasn''t logged until 01:12."


    Ayla leaned over, frowning. "That''s... odd."


    "That¡¯s almost two hours unaccounted for," Byron said. "Where was it in the meantime?"


    "That doesn¡¯t make sense. Shipments get scanned the moment they arrive."


    "Not this one," Warren said, pulling up log discrepancies. "Looks like the database flagged it as ''pending clearance'' for an extended period. Someone overrode the automatic scan."


    "Anyone who could do that?" Byron asked.


    Ayla''s voice was tight. "Just me and Vex."


    "I''ll bet you''re not the one responsible, huh?" Geneve quipped. "So you¡¯re saying the cargo was sitting here, unregistered, while someone was... inside it?"


    "I''m guessing someone or something could have been smuggled in during the time it was ''pending clearance'', which would explain how they get inside. What we need to find out is where it got flagged," Warren said, sifting through the database.


    "Or," Byron added, "someone in the supply chain tampered with the cargo before it even arrived."


    "That''s a hell of a theory," Ayla said. "You¡¯re saying we¡¯ve got dirty hands at the shipping yards?"


    "Just covering our bases," Byron said, flipping through the logs. There were multiple entries that matched the pattern. "The shipment tonight, has its route been consistent with previous ones?"


    "No. It¡¯s a new route, a new shipper. Vex pulled some strings to get this deal."


    "Then whoever''s behind this, they either have foresight and an escape plan, or they''re betting on the payday," Warren mused. "Otherwise, I''d say it''s someone on the inside."


    "So what now?" Byron asked.


    Ayla stood, adjusting her coat. "You lot keep digging. I''ll check in with my team."


    As she walked away, Byron turned back to the screen, the words and numbers blurring together. If he had to be honest, he''d rather have an enemy to stab than a mystery to solve.


    Then again, they might still get both tonight.

 Chapter 33: Piercing the Veil

    By the time midnight drew near, the squad had combed through every record, every document, every shred of evidence on the facility. Vex Mercantile Holdings ran a tight ship, but someone had found a way to loosen the bolts. They just couldn''t pin down how.


    They reviewed the security protocols once more.


    The shipment was due at 00:15. Ayla''s team would sweep the loading bay, inspect the shipment, and move it to the central vault. Then, they''d hold position until the automated systems cleared the shipment. Only then would the delivery make it into the broader warehouse inventory.


    It was in that limbo state where things went sideways.


    Clare, who was slumped on a folding chair, cradling her rifle, summed it up. "So we need to catch whatever happens between security sweeps."


    "Or..." Warren suggested, "we could bypass it. Let the shipment be ''stolen'', and track it back to its source." He waved at the database he was combing through, adding, "I''ve installed tracking devices in the shipment itself. If we don''t interfere tonight, maybe whoever is doing this will lead us right to them."


    "We¡¯re not risking the shipment. No way. You track, fine. But you do your job," Ayla countered. "Your boss promised results; this is your chance to deliver."


    "Fair point," Warren said. "We''ll run with what we''ve got."


    Geneve sighed, checking the edge of her daggers. "This job just keeps getting better and better, doesn''t it?"


    Lyssa nudged her. "Cheer up. Think of it as a mystery dinner."


    Geneve snorted. "If dinner tries to kill us, I swear¡ª"


    "¡ªyou''ll stab it back?" Warren finished.


    "Damn straight," Geneve grinned.


    Byron checked his sidearm, ensuring the magazine was loaded. "Let¡¯s focus. We have a job to do."


    Ayla''s eyes lingered on him for a moment, and then she stood. "It''s time. Let''s get into position."


    ***


    The loading bay doors hissed open, revealing a sleek, black airtruck hovering a foot off the pavement. Its engines whined down, and the bay lights flickered on, casting harsh white glare over the scene.


    Byron watched from an overhead catwalk as Ayla''s team swarmed the vehicle. They moved with practiced efficiency, clearing the cab, securing the perimeter, and beginning their inspection of the cargo. The driver sat patiently as they worked, his face hidden under a hood.


    Even from this distance, Byron could see the man was tense.


    "Something''s up," Warren said over the radio. He was positioned by a stack of crates on the far side of the bay, within range of the shipment''s manifest panel. "The codes on this manifest are already marked as ''pending.''"


    "Someone¡¯s got a finger on the trigger," Ayla''s voice crackled. "Everyone, eyes up."


    Ayla''s guards finished their sweep of the cargo, nodding to her. She returned the gesture.


    "Truck¡¯s clear," Ayla said. "Starting the scan."


    As she punched in the command, the bay was suddenly plunged into darkness. Not just the lights, but the entire power grid. Even the distant hum of the HVAC shut down. The only illumination came from the faint glow of handheld torches and the dim, orange gleam of the city beyond.


    "Warren, status," Byron barked, unclipping a flashlight from his belt and flicking it on.


    Warren''s voice crackled, static lacing his words. "Main power is down, emergency power isn''t kicking in. Either the breaker¡¯s failed, or it''s been deliberately cut."


    On the floor, Ayla''s guards were moving, weapons drawn, flashlights stabbing the dark. "Hold your fire," she shouted. "This could be a brownout."


    But it wasn''t. That much was obvious.


    A muffled thud echoed through the bay, followed by a strangled cry. One of Ayla''s men went down, a dark shape looming over him for just an instant before vanishing back into the shadows.


    "Contact!" Byron shouted, his light sweeping across the space where the shape had been. Nothing. "We have hostiles in the bay!"


    More shouts rose from the floor, punctuated by the occasional burst of gunfire. Flashlight beams darted wildly, searching for targets that seemed to materialize only long enough to strike before melting back into the darkness.


    "I can''t see them!" one of Ayla''s guards yelled, panic edging into his voice. "They''re¡ª"


    His words cut off with a wet gurgle.


    "Geneve, Clare," Byron called into his comm. "Converge on my position. Warren, Lyssa, maintain coverage of the exits."


    The radio crackled with acknowledgments as Byron descended the catwalk stairs, shield raised. His flashlight beam cut through the darkness, revealing glimpses of movement, but nothing substantial. It was as if they were fighting shadows.


    Geneve appeared at his side, knives ready. "I can''t get a read on them," she whispered. "It''s like they''re¡ª"


    "Not there," Byron finished. "I know."


    A flash of movement caught his eye, and he swung his light toward it. For a split second, he thought he saw something¡ªa distortion in the air, like heat rippling off pavement¡ªbefore it disappeared again.


    "Cloaking tech," he muttered. "Advanced stuff."


    "Great," Geneve replied, her voice taut. "How do you fight what you can''t see?"


    As if in answer to her question, the air around them suddenly shimmered with a faint, ethereal glow. Small orbs of bluish light began materializing throughout the warehouse, hovering at various heights. They pulsed with an inner luminescence, casting an otherworldly radiance over the scene.


    "What the hell?" Ayla''s voice called from somewhere in the darkness.


    The orbs weren''t just providing light. As they spread throughout the bay, they began to illuminate shapes that weren''t there before¡ªhuman-sized silhouettes outlined in faint blue light, moving with purpose through the darkness.


    "The boss came through," Warren''s voice crackled over the comms. "Those are his scrying eyes."


    The enemies were revealed now¡ªspectral outlines moving through the warehouse, their cloaking technology rendered useless against Zark''thul''s eldritch sight. Byron could see five, no, seven attackers, their forms still transparent but unmistakably visible in the ethereal light.


    "I see them," Byron said, raising his sidearm. "Engage!"


    The warehouse erupted in a frenzy of activity. With their advantage of invisibility lost, the attackers abandoned stealth for speed. They moved swiftly, their silhouetted forms darting between crates and equipment, returning fire as they sought new cover.


    Byron tracked one attacker with his flashlight, the beam passing harmlessly through the ghostly outline revealed by the Eyes. He fired three shots in quick succession, and the figure stumbled, its silhouette flickering as the cloak''s systems struggled to compensate for the damage.


    "They''re wearing some kind of exo-armor under those cloaks," he called. "Aim for the joints!"


    Across the warehouse, Clare had taken up position on a stack of crates, her rifle''s report echoing through the space. Each shot found its mark, striking the faint blue outlines where their armor was weakest.


    Geneve moved like water through the fight, her knives flashing in the ethereal light. She slipped between two attackers, her blades finding the seams in their armor. One went down with a strangled cry, the other staggered back, firing wildly.


    The driver.


    Byron suddenly remembered the driver, spinning to locate the truck. The cab was empty, the door hanging open. "The driver''s gone!" he shouted into his comm. "Lyssa, Warren, check the cargo!"


    "On it," Lyssa''s voice came back.


    Warren was already at the back of the truck, his light sweeping across the opened cargo doors. "Byron, you need to see this," he called.


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    Keeping his shield raised, Byron backed toward the truck, his eyes never leaving the battle raging across the warehouse floor. Ayla and her remaining guards had rallied, using the Eyes to target their invisible foes.


    When he reached the truck, he understood Warren''s urgency. The cargo hold wasn''t filled with crates or containers. Instead, it contained a complex array of equipment¡ªpower dampeners, signal jammers, and what looked like a miniature teleportation pad.


    "It''s a Trojan horse," Warren said, his voice tight. "The whole shipment was a setup. These dampeners killed the power, and I''m betting they teleported in reinforcements."


    "Or they were already here," Byron replied, examining the equipment. "Look at these," he pointed to a series of hexagonal panels lining the walls of the cargo hold. "Quantum fold chambers. They could have had a dozen men hiding in these, dimensionally compressed until the right moment."


    A burst of gunfire interrupted them, bullets pinging off the truck''s frame. Byron spun, raising his shield as one of the silhouettes charged their position. The attacker moved with inhuman speed, clearly enhanced by some kind of tech.


    Warren fired, his shots going wide as the attacker zigzagged. The blue outline lunged, a vibro-blade extending from its forearm. Byron met the charge head-on, his shield absorbing the impact. He drove forward, slamming the attacker against the side of the truck with enough force to crack ribs.


    The cloak flickered, revealing glimpses of black armor underneath. Byron pressed his advantage, pinning the attacker with his shield while bringing the butt of his pistol down hard on the helmet.


    Once, twice¡ªon the third strike, the visor cracked, and the attacker went limp.


    "Got one," Byron called, pulling back the broken helmet to reveal a woman''s face, blood trickling from her nose and mouth. She was unconscious but breathing.


    Warren was already securing her hands with zip ties. "I''ll see if she''s carrying any ID," he said.


    The sounds of combat were dying down. As Byron turned back to the main bay, he saw that most of the ghostly silhouettes had been neutralized. Ayla''s team moved among the fallen attackers, securing weapons and removing cloaking devices.


    "Clear on the east side," Clare''s voice came over the comms.


    "Clear on the west," Geneve added. "These guys were good. Military training, top-tier gear."


    "All targets neutralized," Ayla called out, her voice echoing in the now-quiet warehouse. "Someone get the damn lights back on!"


    Warren was examining a control panel near the truck. "I think I can reroute around the dampeners," he said, fingers flying across the interface. "Give me a minute."


    While he worked, Byron knelt beside their captive, examining her armor. It was advanced, sleek and form-fitting, clearly designed for stealth ops. And there, on the shoulder plate, partially obscured by damage but unmistakable, was a logo: a silver shield with a diagonal red slash.


    "Argent Shield," Byron muttered, recognition dawning. "These aren''t just any mercenaries. They''re Argent Shield operatives."


    Ayla appeared at his side, her face grim in the blue light of the hovering Eyes. "Argent Shield? That''s impossible. They''re the most prestigious security firm in Avalon. Why would they be stealing from Vex?"


    "Good question," Byron replied, standing as the overhead lights suddenly flickered back to life, Warren having bypassed the dampeners. "Let''s ask her when she wakes up."


    With the warehouse now fully illuminated, the extent of the battle became clear. Three of Ayla''s guards were down¡ªtwo injured, one dead. Five attackers lay on the floor, secured and unconscious.


    The hovering Eyes remained, their blue glow now fainter in the artificial light, still outlining two attackers who had managed to re-engage their cloaking devices despite being incapacitated.


    "Clever," Warren said, examining one of the fallen attackers. "Their camo systems are designed to stay active even if the user is disabled. Makes cleanup easier, I guess¡ªno bodies to explain if things go wrong."


    Lyssa moved among the injured, her medkit open as she administered first aid. "This one''s going to make it," she said, nodding to one of Ayla''s guards. "Stab wound missed anything vital. But we need to get him to a proper medical facility soon."


    Geneve was examining the weapons they''d confiscated. "High-end stuff," she commented. "Pulse rifles, vibro-blades, shock grenades. Not exactly standard issue for a simple heist."


    Clare approached, her rifle slung over her shoulder. "I''ve secured the perimeter. No sign of additional hostiles, but we should assume they called for backup."


    Byron nodded, turning to Ayla. "We need to move quickly. Your injured need medical attention, and we need to secure our prisoner before Argent Shield realizes their operation failed."


    Ayla''s face was a mask of controlled rage. "Argent Shield," she spat. "Vex and I have been paying those bastards for ''security consulting'' for years. All this time, they''ve been what? Scoping us out for a hit?"


    "Looks that way," Byron replied. "But the question is why. What''s in these shipments that''s worth this kind of operation?"


    Warren was already checking the manifests. "According to this, tonight''s cargo was mostly high-grade aetheric components. Expensive, but nothing extraordinary."


    "Unless that''s not what was really coming in," Byron suggested. "The manifest could have been falsified."


    Ayla shook her head. "No, Vex personally verifies all manifests for high-value shipments. If there was something special in that truck, he knew about it."


    The implications hung in the air, unspoken but clear. If Vex knew, and Argent Shield was involved, the conspiracy might run deeper than a simple theft ring.


    "We need to talk to Vex," Byron decided. "Right now. And we need to secure our prisoner somewhere safe for questioning."


    "The auxiliary office," Ayla suggested. "It''s reinforced, limited access. We can hold her there while we sort this out."


    Byron nodded, then turned to his team. "Geneve, Clare, help get our guest to the secure room. Warren, I want you to crack open her gear, see what you can learn. Lyssa, stay with the injured until medical arrives."


    As they moved to carry out his orders, Byron''s eyes lifted to the still-hovering Eyes. Their presence was oddly comforting¡ªa reminder that even here, far from the Tower, Zark''thul was watching over his Agents. The Eyes blinked once, as if acknowledging his thought, then began to fade one by one, their task complete.


    "Thank you, sir," Byron murmured, too quiet for anyone else to hear.


    The truck driver''s body was discovered behind some crates¡ªthroat cut, execution-style. Not a collaborator, then.


    Just another victim. Ayla''s men wrapped the body while she called in the situation to Vex Mercantile headquarters.


    "Vex is on his way," she announced, pocketing her comm device. "He''s bringing company lawyers and security consultants. Should be here within the hour."


    "Good," Byron replied. "That gives us some time with our prisoner."


    The woman from Argent Shield had been secured in the auxiliary office, strapped to a chair with industrial restraints. Her armor had been removed, revealing a black bodysuit underneath. Without her helmet and tech, she looked almost ordinary¡ªshort brown hair, sharp features, a small scar across her left eyebrow.


    But her eyes, when they finally opened, were anything but ordinary. Cold, calculating, utterly without fear.


    "You know," she said, her voice surprisingly calm, "this isn''t going to end well for any of you."


    Byron stood across from her, arms folded. "Funny. I was about to say the same thing to you."


    She smiled, the expression never reaching her eyes. "Do you even know who I work for?"


    "Argent Shield," Byron replied. "The question is, who does Argent Shield work for in this particular operation?"


    A flicker of surprise crossed her face, quickly suppressed. "Smarter than you look," she conceded. "But it won''t matter. My team has a check-in protocol. When I miss it, they''ll know something went wrong."


    "Your team is down," Geneve said from where she leaned against the wall. "All of them. So whatever cavalry you''re expecting, they''re going to be a while."


    The woman''s eyes narrowed slightly, the only indication that this news affected her. "There are always more where we came from."


    "Why target Vex Mercantile?" Byron asked. "What''s so special about these shipments?"


    The prisoner said nothing, just stared back with that same cold smile.


    "The gear you''re using," Byron continued. "It''s military-grade. Experimental, even. Not the kind of thing a security firm gets through normal channels. So who''s your real employer?"


    Still nothing.


    Byron sighed. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."


    "Oh please," the woman scoffed. "Spare me the clich¨¦s. You''re not going to torture me. You''re not the type."


    "You''re right," Byron agreed. "I''m not. But I don''t need to be." He nodded to Warren, who stepped forward with a small device in his hand. "This is a neural scanner. Crude, but effective. It won''t read your thoughts, but it will tell us if you''re lying. And it will hurt. A lot."


    It was a bluff¡ªthe device was actually just a modified aetheric multitool¡ªbut the woman didn''t know that. A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face.


    "Now," Byron said, leaning forward, "let''s try again. Who are you working for?"


    Before she could answer, the door to the office burst open. Jullian Vex stood in the doorway, flanked by two security guards. His face was flushed with anger.


    "What the hell is going on here?" he demanded.


    Ayla stepped forward. "Mr. Vex, sir. We captured one of the thieves. She''s Argent Shield."


    Vex froze, his eyes darting to the prisoner. Something passed between them¡ªrecognition, Byron realized. And something else. Fear.


    "Release her," Vex said, his voice suddenly tight. "Now."


    "Sir?" Ayla''s confusion was evident. "She''s part of the team that''s been hitting our shipments. We caught her red-handed."


    "I said release her," Vex repeated, more forcefully. "This is a misunderstanding. A training exercise gone wrong. Argent Shield was testing our security protocols at my request."


    The lie was so transparent that even Ayla balked. "Sir, that''s not possible. They killed Merrick. They disabled our entire security system. This wasn''t a drill."


    Vex''s face hardened. "Don''t question me, Ayla. Release her now, or you''re fired. All of you." His eyes swept over Byron and his team. "That goes for your contract too. We''re done here."


    The prisoner''s smile widened. "You heard the man," she said. "Training exercise. Sorry about your guy¡ªcollateral damage happens in these simulations."


    Byron stared at Vex, seeing the sweat beading on the man''s forehead, the slight tremor in his hands. This wasn''t a man in control. This was a man under duress.


    "Sir," Byron said carefully, "if you''re being coerced¡ª"


    "I''m not," Vex snapped. "This is my decision. My company. My rules." He turned to his guards. "Get her out of those restraints. Now."


    As the guards moved to comply, Byron caught Warren''s eye and gave a subtle nod. Warren''s fingers moved across his pad, activating one of the tracking devices he''d prepared earlier. With a casual motion, he brushed against the prisoner as the guards helped her up, slipping the tiny tracker into a fold of her bodysuit.


    "This isn''t over," Byron said quietly as the woman passed him.


    "For you, it is," she replied, her voice equally low. "But thanks for the workout."


    Vex couldn''t meet anyone''s eyes as he ushered the prisoner and his guards out of the office. The door closed behind them, leaving Squad 1 alone with Ayla.


    "What the hell just happened?" Ayla demanded, pacing the room.


    "Vex is compromised," Byron said simply. "Argent Shield has something on him¡ªor they''re threatening him somehow."


    "But why? What do they want with our shipments?"


    Warren held up his pad, a small dot blinking on the screen. "Let''s find out, shall we? Our friend is on the move, and we know exactly where she''s going."


    Byron nodded, a grim smile forming. "The night''s not over yet."

 Chapter 34: The Pursuit

    The tracker signal pulsed steadily on Warren''s pad, a red dot moving through the digital map of Avalon like a blood cell through arteries. The squad had piled into an unmarked hover-van borrowed from Vex Mercantile''s fleet¡ªtechnically without permission, but Byron figured their contract still held, regardless of Vex''s bizarre behavior.


    Geneve sat in the passenger seat, eyes fixed on the cityscape flowing past the window. The neon glow of Avalon''s nightlife painted her face in alternating hues of blue and red.


    "Never thought I''d be chasing a company we were hired to protect against," she said. "If this is how Vex runs his business, no wonder his shipments keep getting hijacked."


    "We''re not," Byron replied, hands tight on the steering controls. The van hummed as it weaved through late-night traffic. "We''re following the evidence. Wherever it leads."


    In the back, Warren monitored the tracker''s signal, Clare checked her rifle for the third time, and Lyssa fidgeted with her medkit, reorganizing supplies that were already perfectly arranged.


    "Target''s moving south on Meridian Avenue," Warren reported. "Heading toward the financial district."


    Byron adjusted their course, the van banking smoothly around a corner. The cityscape changed as they drove¡ªentertainment districts giving way to the glass-and-steel monoliths of corporate Avalon. Fewer pedestrians here, more private security drones patrolling building perimeters. The streets were wider, cleaner, designed for the kind of people who didn''t walk when they could ride.


    "What''s the play here?" Clare asked, snapping her rifle case closed. "We following or confronting?"


    "We observe," Byron said. "Find out where she''s going, who she''s meeting. Then we decide."


    The tracker''s path turned sharply east, toward a sector dominated by research facilities and corporate headquarters. Warren frowned at his pad. "She''s taking an odd route. Lots of unnecessary turns."


    "She''s checking for tails," Geneve said. "Standard counter-surveillance. Keep your distance, Byron."


    He nodded, pulling the van into a side street and cutting the propulsion to idle. They waited, watching the signal continue its erratic path through the district.


    "Should we tell the boss?" Lyssa asked suddenly. The question hung in the air, unanswered for a moment.


    Warren shook his head. "Not yet. We need something concrete first. If we call it in now with just ''Argent Shield is involved somehow,'' he''ll want details we don''t have."


    "Agreed," Byron said. "Let''s get facts first."


    The signal finally stabilized, coming to a stop at a location on the eastern edge of the financial district. Warren zoomed in on the map, his expression darkening. "Well, that''s interesting."


    "What?" Clare leaned forward, peering over his shoulder.


    Warren turned the pad so everyone could see. "Our Argent Shield friend just entered Metcom Solutions headquarters."


    Byron''s eyes narrowed. "Metcom Solutions? The one Vex mentioned before?"


    "I don''t remember," Warren admitted, already tapping at his pad. "Let me check the Avalon city directory... Here it is. ''Metcom Solutions: Integrated Security and Resource Management.'' Sounds like a competitor to both Vex Mercantile and Argent Shield."


    Geneve whistled low. "So Argent Shield is working with another security firm to hit their competitors? That''s... ambitious."


    "And suspicious," Clare added.


    Byron started the van again, pulling back onto the main road. "Let''s get closer. I want eyes on that building."


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    Metcom Solutions headquarters loomed over the eastern skyline¡ªa large building of black glass and gleaming metal that spiraled upward for at least forty floors. Unlike the sleek, unified designs of other corporate towers, Metcom''s headquarters looked almost crude, a jigsaw puzzle of angular slabs that protruded and overlapped at odd intervals. It was a design statement, clearly meant to set Metcom apart from its competitors.


    It succeeded. The tower was impossible to miss.


    They parked the van two blocks away, in the shadow of a smaller office building. From here, they had a clear view of Metcom''s main entrance, where private security drones patrolled in precise patterns and uniformed guards stood at rigid attention.


    "Place is locked down tight," Clare observed, peering through her rifle''s scope. "Military-grade security systems, full-spectrum scanning at all entry points."


    "Can we get in?" Byron asked.


    Warren was already typing furiously on his pad. "Not through the front door. But their west service entrance has a security rotation coming up in... twelve minutes. There''s a small window where the systems reboot."


    "That''s our way in," Byron decided. "Clare, Lyssa, two you stay with the van. Keep comms open and be ready for a quick extraction if needed. The rest of us will go in, locate our target, gather what intel we can, and get out. No engagement unless absolutely necessary."


    "Got it," Clare nodded, settling into position at the van''s rear window, her rifle assembled and ready. Lyssa gave a thumbs up.


    The rest of them geared up quickly¡ªlight armor under civilian clothes, comms checked, weapons concealed but accessible. Warren distributed small devices to each of them. "Modified scrambler. Should make us invisible to most security sensors. Won''t help with actual guards, though."


    "That''s what charm is for," Geneve said with a wink, tucking the device into her pocket.


    Byron checked his sidearm one last time. "Move out. Keep to the shadows, stay off their cameras."


    They slipped from the van, moving through the darkened streets with practiced ease. Metcom''s security drones swooped overhead, oblivious to their passing.


    Warren led them to the service entrance, a nondescript door set into the building''s western face. Two guards stood watch, looking bored but alert. Above them, a security camera swept back and forth in a regular pattern.


    "Three minutes to reboot," Warren whispered, checking his pad. "When I give the signal, the cameras will glitch for exactly twenty seconds. That''s our window."


    They waited, crouched in the shadows of a nearby maintenance alcove. Byron could feel his heartbeat, steady and controlled. This wasn''t so different from their usual work¡ªinfiltration, intelligence gathering, extraction. The stakes were different, perhaps, but the skills were the same.


    "Now," Warren hissed.


    As one, they moved. The security camera above the door froze, then jerked erratically as Warren''s remote hack disrupted its feed. The guards, focused on checking an approaching delivery drone, didn''t notice three figures slipping through the darkness behind them.


    Warren placed his palm against the service door''s security panel. The device on his wrist interfaced with it, bypassing the standard security protocols. The door slid open with a soft hiss, and they were inside.


    The service corridor was dimly lit and utilitarian¡ªbare metal walls, exposed conduits, the distant hum of the building''s systems. They moved quickly, following the tracker''s signal on Warren''s pad.


    "She''s up on the thirty-eighth floor," Warren whispered. "Executive level."


    "Stairs or elevator?" Geneve asked.


    "Neither," Warren replied, pointing down a side corridor. "Maintenance shaft. It''ll take us straight up without logging our presence in the system."


    The maintenance shaft was a narrow tube running the height of the building, with access ladders and platforms at regular intervals. It smelled of machine oil and ozone, the walls vibrating with the hum of nearby machinery.


    Geneve scaled the ladder first, her natural agility making it look effortless. Warren was next, his ascent slower but steady. Byron brought up the rear, scanning the darkness below them for any signs of pursuit.


    They climbed in silence, passing floor after floor of Metcom''s operations. Occasionally, they caught glimpses through service hatches¡ªlaboratories where technicians in white coats tended to glowing equipment, storage areas filled with crates bearing unfamiliar logos, office spaces where late-night workers hunched over holoprojections.


    Thirty-eight floors was a long climb, even for Tower Agents used to physical exertion. By the time they reached the executive level, sweat beaded on their foreheads, their breathing carefully controlled to stay silent.


    Warren checked his pad. "Signal''s coming from the northeast corner. Some kind of conference room."


    Byron nodded. "Lead the way."


    They slipped out of the maintenance shaft into a plushly carpeted corridor. The executive level was a stark contrast to the utilitarian service areas¡ªrich wood paneling, subtle lighting, artwork hung at tasteful intervals. The air smelled of expensive fragrance and money.


    They moved like ghosts, Warren''s scramblers keeping them off the internal sensors. Two guards passed at an intersection, but Geneve pulled them into a darkened office before they were spotted.


    "Close," she breathed, her heart pounding against Byron''s chest where they were pressed together in the darkness. He could smell her hair, a scent of jasmine and steel.


    He nodded, waiting until the guards'' footsteps receded before moving again.


    Warren directed them through a maze of corridors, following the tracker''s signal. They passed executive offices, private lounges, a fully stocked bar. Finally, they reached a set of double doors, unmarked but imposing. From within, they could hear the faint murmur of voices.


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    Warren checked his pad once more. "The tracker signal is coming from inside this room. Our Argent Shield friend is in there right now."


    He pulled a small device from his pack¡ªa directional microphone that could pick up conversations through walls. He pressed it against the door, adjusting the settings on his pad. The voices became clearer, transmitted directly to their comms.


    "...assured us this wouldn''t happen." A woman''s voice, sharp with authority. "Your people were supposed to be the best in the business, Lieutenant Orwin."


    "A minor setback," came the reply, a man''s voice, smooth but with an edge of irritation. "One team compromised out of a dozen successful operations. The plan remains intact."


    "Does it?" A third voice, deeper, with a slight accent. "Because from where I''m sitting, we now have witnesses. People who can identify our operatives. People who know Argent Shield is involved in corporate theft."


    Then came a fourth voice¡ªone Byron recognized immediately. The Argent Shield operative they''d captured earlier that night.


    "With respect, Ms. Chandler, the situation was unprecedented," she said, a defensive edge to her tone. "They had some kind of technology that could see through our camouflage. Glowing eyes appeared out of nowhere. It completely neutralized our tactical advantage."


    "And yet you''re the only one who managed to escape," the accented voice said coldly.


    "Only because their employer ordered my release," the operative replied. "This man Vex¡ªhe folded exactly as expected when Lieutenant Orwin arrived. The security team had no choice but to let me go."


    "People who have no proof," the man¡ªOrwin¡ªadded. "And a client who''s too scared to back them up. By morning, they''ll be dismissed, their contract terminated, and any accusations will look like the desperate flailing of fired contractors."


    "You seem confident," the woman¡ªChandler¡ªsaid.


    "I am. This is hardly the first time we''ve dealt with... witnesses."


    There was a pause, then the accented voice again. "What about these strange lights she mentioned? The technology that allowed them to see through our camouflage systems? That wasn''t part of the briefing."


    Orwin sighed audibly. "Some kind of experimental countermeasure. We''re analyzing it. It won''t be an issue in future operations."


    "It better not be," Chandler said coldly. "We''re investing too much in this venture to tolerate incompetence. The Synergy Project has a timetable, and we''re already behind due to these... complications."


    "Victoria, be reasonable." Orwin''s voice took on a placating tone. "The overall strategy is sound. We''ve already forced seven smaller companies to either accept our ''protection'' or close their doors. Vex was just stubborn enough to require a more direct approach. But he''s in line now. The fear of his tax fraud being exposed to the DIR was all it took."


    Byron exchanged glances with Geneve and Warren. Tax fraud. So that was the leverage they had on Vex.


    "And what about this new player?" the accented voice asked. "The one that supplied the security team that interfered tonight?"


    "A non-entity," Orwin dismissed. "Some upstart trying to break into the security market. No connections, no history, barely even a legitimate business license. We''ll deal with them if they become an actual problem."


    "See that you do, Varik," Chandler said. "Marcus, what''s the status on the next shipment?"


    "On schedule," the accented man replied. "The materials will be diverted through our shell company and delivered to the facility by week''s end. The prototype is nearly ready for testing."


    "Good. And the diversionary operation?"


    "The Resurgents have been supplied with enough equipment to make a convincing show of it. They believe they''re striking a blow against Avalon''s ''unnatural convergence,'' of course. They have no idea they''re simply a distraction."


    The Argent Shield operative spoke up again. "What about the team I lost? Do we need to retrieve them?"


    "No," Chandler said coldly. "They''ve been disavowed. Standard protocol. Argent Shield has already filed reports claiming they were rogue operators who stole equipment. Orwin will handle the cleanup."


    "Understood, Ms. Chandler."


    Byron felt his blood chill. The callous way they discussed abandoning their own people was chilling enough, but the mention of using some extremist group as cover for their operations was worse.


    "Then we proceed as planned," Chandler concluded. "Orwin, I expect your people to be more careful in future operations. No more witnesses. No more complications."


    "Understood, Ms. Chandler."


    Warren was recording everything, his face grim in the dim light of the corridor. They had what they needed¡ªevidence of a conspiracy between Metcom and Argent Shield, blackmail, corporate sabotage, and worse, collaboration with what sounded like a terrorist group.


    Byron gestured for them to retreat. They''d pushed their luck far enough.


    They were halfway back to the maintenance shaft when an alarm began to blare through the building. Red emergency lights bathed the corridor in a bloody glow.


    "Security breach detected, level thirty-eight," an automated voice announced. "All personnel initiate lockdown procedures. Security teams to executive level immediately."


    "They''ve made us," Geneve hissed. "How?"


    Warren checked his pad, face paling. "The scrambler''s signal was detected. They have counter-measures I didn''t account for. Shit!"


    "New plan," Byron said, drawing his sidearm. "We fight our way to the emergency stairwell, then down and out through the lobby. Warren, contact Clare. Tell her to bring the van to the main entrance in five minutes."


    "That''s insane," Geneve protested. "The lobby will be crawling with security!"


    "So will every other exit," Byron countered. "At least the lobby has civilian witnesses. They''ll be less likely to use lethal force with an audience."


    There was no time to argue further. The sound of running footsteps echoed from around the corner¡ªsecurity responding to the alarm. Byron led them in the opposite direction, toward where building schematics had shown an emergency stairwell.


    They made it halfway there before the first security team intercepted them¡ªfour guards in Metcom uniforms, armed with shock batons and pulse pistols. Byron moved first, his shield expanding from his wrist gauntlet as he charged the lead guard. The impact sent the man sprawling, giving Geneve the opening to slip past and engage the others.


    She was a blur in the corridor, her knives flashing in the red emergency lighting. Two guards went down with nonlethal cuts to their arms and legs¡ªpainful but not permanently damaging. The fourth managed to get off a shot with his pulse pistol, the energy blast sizzling past Byron''s ear close enough to raise the hair on his neck.


    Warren returned fire, his shots set to stun. The guard convulsed and dropped, twitching but alive.


    "Move!" Byron ordered, already heading for the stairwell again. They reached it just as another security team rounded the far corner, pulse rifles raised.


    "Drop your weapons! On the ground, now!" one shouted.


    Byron slammed the stairwell door shut behind them as energy blasts impacted against it. "Down, fast as you can!" he commanded, taking the stairs three at a time. The others followed, the sound of their boots on metal steps echoing in the narrow space.


    They''d descended maybe ten floors when the door above them crashed open. Guards poured into the stairwell, shouting for them to stop. Pulse rifle shots ricocheted off the railings, forcing them to press against the wall as they ran.


    "Warren, status on Clare!" Byron called over the commotion.


    "She''s en route," Warren replied, breathing hard. "Two minutes to main entrance."


    "We need to slow them down," Geneve said, pulling a small device from her belt. She activated it and tossed it up the stairwell. The flash-bang detonated with a thunderous boom and a blinding flare, momentarily halting their pursuers.


    They continued downward, the sound of alarms growing louder as they neared the main floors. The entire building was on high alert now, security protocols in full effect. When they reached the tenth floor, Byron paused, holding up a fist for the others to stop.


    "We can''t just burst into the lobby," he said. "They''ll have it locked down tight."


    Warren nodded, checking his pad. "Service corridor on this floor leads to the main atrium. From there, we can access the lobby through the public areas. Might give us enough cover to reach the entrance."


    "Do it," Byron ordered.


    They exited the stairwell, finding themselves in a corporate workspace¡ªrows of desks with holographic displays, now emptied by the security alert. They moved swiftly through the abandoned office, following Warren''s directions to the service corridor.


    The corridor led them to the atrium, a vast open space that rose the full height of the building''s public section. Even at this late hour, there were still civilians present¡ªlate-working employees, cleaning staff, visitors caught in the lockdown. Security personnel were herding them toward designated safe areas, away from the entrances and exits.


    "Blend in," Byron instructed, holstering his weapon and straightening his clothes. "Act like confused employees."


    They separated slightly, moving with the flow of people being directed by security. It was working¡ªthe guards were focused on controlling the situation, not identifying individual faces.


    They were halfway across the atrium when a voice cut through the commotion. "There! That''s them!"


    Byron turned to see a man pointing directly at them, flanked by a squad of security personnel in full tactical gear. These weren''t regular guards¡ªthey wore the distinctive black and red armor of Metcom''s elite security force.


    "Run!" Byron shouted, dropping all pretense. They broke away from the crowd, sprinting toward the lobby. Behind them, civilians scattered in panic as the security team gave chase.


    The lobby was just ahead¡ªa vast space of polished marble and glass, with the main entrance visible beyond. Outside, through the transparent doors, Byron could see their van pulling up, Clare at the controls.


    They were going to make it.


    Then the lobby doors slammed shut, security barriers dropping into place with metallic finality. They skidded to a halt, trapped.


    "Warren!" Byron barked.


    Warren was already at a control panel, fingers flying across the interface. "Working on it!"


    Geneve took up a defensive position, her back to Warren as he worked.


    Byron faced the approaching security team, shield activated, sidearm raised. "Stay back!" he warned. "We''re not looking for casualties!"


    The man with the accent stepped forward. "You have nowhere to go," he said calmly. "Surrender now, and perhaps we can discuss terms."


    "Like the terms you offered Vex?" Byron replied. "No thanks."


    The man''s expression hardened. "You''ve made a grave mistake, coming here. You have no idea what you''re dealing with."


    "Try me," Byron said. "A corporate conspiracy to force businesses to use Argent Shield for protection while you steal their resources? Using blackmail and threats? Working with extremists as a distraction? Sounds like we understand perfectly."


    Something flashed in the man''s eyes¡ªsurprise, quickly masked. "You''ve been busy little spies." He raised a hand, and his security team readied their weapons. "Unfortunately, you won''t be sharing that information with anyone."


    "Got it!" Warren called. The security barriers began to retract, the lobby doors sliding open once more.


    "Go!" Byron ordered, backing toward the exit, shield raised to cover their retreat.


    The security team opened fire, pulse rounds slamming into Byron''s shield with enough force to make him stagger. He could feel his energy draining with each impact.


    Geneve grabbed Warren, pulling him toward the exit. "Come on!"


    They made it through the doors just as Byron''s shield failed, collapsing back into his gauntlet with a dying whine. A pulse round caught him in the shoulder, spinning him around. Pain lanced through his arm, but he kept moving, staggering toward the van where Clare had the side door open, covering their retreat with precise shots from her rifle.


    "Byron!" Lyssa called, already in the van, medkit open.


    With a final surge of effort, Byron dove into the vehicle, the door slamming shut behind him as Clare gunned the engines. The van shot forward, tires screeching against pavement as they accelerated away from Metcom headquarters.


    Pulse rounds impacted against the van''s rear, the reinforced armor barely holding. Clare swerved through traffic, taking random turns to shake any pursuit.


    In the back, Lyssa was already treating Byron''s wound, her face tight with concentration. "Clean through," she reported. "No major damage, but it''ll hurt like hell for a while."


    "Did we get it?" Byron asked through gritted teeth. "The evidence?"


    Warren held up his pad, a triumphant smile on his face despite the chaos. "Every word. Audio recording of the entire conversation, plus footage from the building''s own security cameras that I... borrowed during the escape. It''s all here."


    Byron let his head fall back against the van''s wall, relief washing through him despite the pain. "Then it was worth it. Get us back to the Tower. The boss needs to hear this."


    As the van sped through Avalon''s nighttime streets, Byron looked at his team¡ªtired, disheveled, but alive and successful. They''d stumbled onto something big. A conspiracy they barely understood, in a city they were still learning to navigate.


    But one thing was certain: whatever game Metcom and Argent Shield were playing, they''d just changed the rules.


    And Zark''thul, he suspected, would be very interested in evening the odds.

 Chapter 35: Corporate Response

    Zark''thul stood motionless before the central console in his command room, the only movement the subtle rise and fall of his chest¡ªan unnecessary biological function he maintained out of habit rather than need. His eyes, unnaturally blue and faintly luminescent, tracked data streams that cascaded through the air¡ªsecurity footage, audio recordings, financial analyses, all flowing from the intelligence Squad 1 had secured mere hours ago.


    To a human observer, the sheer volume of information would have been overwhelming. For Zark''thul, it was merely adequate. His mind, operating on planes beyond human cognition, parsed each data point with cold efficiency, assembling a comprehensive understanding of the scenario that had unfolded at Metcom Solutions.


    His Thousand Eyes of the Dark Beyond, now recalled and reabsorbed into his being, had provided additional perspective¡ªimages of the warehouse battle, the precise movements of the Argent Shield operatives, the efficiency with which Squad 1 had adapted to the situation. This pleased him, in the detached way that a craftsman might appreciate a well-functioning tool.


    The footage from Warren''s recording device played in the center of the display¡ªVictoria Chandler, CEO of Metcom Solutions, speaking with Lieutenant Varik Orwin of Argent Shield and their head of security, Marcus.


    The captured Argent Shield operative''s report about the Thousand Eyes was particularly interesting.


    "...it completely neutralized our tactical advantage," the operative was saying, her voice betraying a hint of frustration. "They had some kind of technology that could see through our camouflage. Glowing eyes appeared out of nowhere."


    Lieutenant Orwin''s voice filled the command room. "And yet you''re the only one who managed to escape. The situation was unprecedented." It was followed by more posturing¡ªOrwin attempting to salvage the situation, the operative justifying her escape, Marcus evaluating the new threat posed by the Tower''s Agents.


    When it concluded, Zark''thul replayed the recording. Then again. And again, each time his expression unchanging, his gaze unwavering.


    "A rudimentary plan," he observed, drumming his fingers on he desk. "Effective in its simplicity, but unimaginative."


    Elspeth stood at his side, her green eyes reflecting the holographic glow as she monitored the data streams. Her fingers danced across the console, enhancing, clarifying, isolating details at Zark''thul''s silent direction.


    He gestured, and the display shifted to financial data. "What do we know about Metcom Solutions?"


    "Founded eighteen years ago as a small security consulting firm," Elspeth replied, a series of graphs appearing in the air. "They expanded rapidly over the last decade, moving into resource acquisition and management. Their current market valuation is approximately 73.6 million credits, making them the third-largest security provider in Avalon and a rising power in resource distribution."


    "And their CEO?"


    "Victoria Chandler, age 47. Former military, with connections to Avalon''s political elite. She''s known for aggressive business tactics and has been investigated twice for anti-competitive practices, though no charges were ever filed."


    Zark''thul nodded once, processing this information against what he''d observed. "And Argent Shield''s involvement?"


    "Ostensibly a competitor, but the evidence suggests a clandestine partnership. Argent Shield provides the enforcement muscle while Metcom handles strategic planning and resource allocation."


    The command center doors slid open, admitting Xashai and Alice. The Gixiet negotiator moved with quiet elegance, her blue skin shimmering subtly under the lights, while Alice clutched a pad of her own, looking slightly disheveled despite the early hour.


    "Xashai, I was expecting you. And Alice." Zark''thul raised an eyebrow. "You''re up early."


    Alice ran a hand through her hair, shooting him a tired smile. "I set an alert for any high-level operations. Your Agents pulled off something last night; I figured you might be up to something."


    "Efficient," he noted.


    "Isn''t it?" Xashai murmured, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "She''s learning your patterns."


    "What''s going on, boss?" Alice asked, leaning over to peek at the displays. "Something about ''Synergy''? Are we working with a new marketing agency? And these... ''Resurgents?'' What are those, a band?"


    "Terrorists, probably." Zark''thul glanced at her briefly before returning his attention to the holographic data. "Elspeth, summarize what we''ve discovered."


    Elspeth nodded, hands clasped behind her back as she addressed the group. "Last night, our Agents on squad one extracted valuable intel from Metcom Solutions. The company, led by Victoria Chandler and working with Argent Shield, has been involved in a long-term scheme of corporate extortion."


    She activated a holographic display, a timeline unfolding before them. "Over the past eleven months, Metcom has forced multiple smaller corporations into contractual servitude by leveraging manufactured legal vulnerabilities. At least seven companies have been coerced into using Argent Shield security services or providing covert access to their resources, all controlled by a central project named Synergy."


    Alice''s eyes widened. "And we have proof of this?"


    "Audio and visual," Elspeth confirmed. "Sourced from the CEO herself."


    Xashai raised an elegant hand. "If I may," she began, stepping forward. "Avalon law prohibits this kind of coercive corporate dominance. The penalties for even suspicion of anti-competitive behavior are severe."


    "Then we''ll report it," Alice proposed, looking to Zark''thul.


    "It''s not that simple," Xashai countered, shaking her head. "Metcom Solutions isn''t some minor player. Their political influence runs deep, and Argent Shield is a major defense contractor. If we throw these accusations without considering their power and reach, we will find ourselves embroiled in a legal quagmire."


    "So, what?" Alice threw up her hands in frustration. "We just let them get away with it?"


    "They consider us a ''non-entity,''" Zark''thul quoted from the recorded conversation. "A nuisance. This underestimation provides an opportunity."


    "To do what, exactly?" Alice asked, brows knitting together. "We can''t just storm their offices."


    "Sir," Elspeth interjected, "Squad 1''s report indicates that Vex Mercantile may have been a specific target due to its strategic location and resource connections. The evidence of tax fraud they''re using to blackmail Mr. Vex appears substantial."


    "Which suggests that Vex Mercantile is a stepping stone in their broader strategy," he concluded. "They target businesses that provide essential services or control key resources, force them into compliance through blackmail or intimidation, and gradually expand their influence."


    "A corporate takeover disguised as a protection racket," Xashai summarized. "Or, rather, protection as corporate takeover."


    "Oooh, and with the Resurgents serving as a convenient distraction," Alice added. "Classic misdirection. Create a threat, then position yourself as the solution."


    "Indeed." He turned back to the holographic display, hands clasped behind his back. "This ''Synergy Project'' they mentioned¡ªI want it fully analyzed. Every reference, every connection, every possible interpretation."


    "Already underway, sir," Elspeth confirmed.


    A notification flashed across the display¡ªa security alert from the Tower''s ground floor entrance. Elspeth checked the feed, eyebrows lifting fractionally.


    "Sir, Jullian Vex is here. He''s requesting an immediate meeting."


    Zark''thul considered for a moment. "Bring him to meeting room three. Ensure he''s scanned for surveillance devices."


    Elspeth nodded and departed to handle the visitor, while Zark''thul turned to Xashai and Alice. "We will convene in four hours. I want preliminary assessments of our options¡ªlegal, financial, and marketing."


    "Understood," Xashai replied. Alice nodded vigorously.


    Alone, Zark''thul allowed himself a moment of contemplation. This corporate intrigue was such a small thing compared to the cosmic conflicts he had once navigated. The games mortals played, the machinations and manipulations they wove, all for such ephemeral gains.


    It was... not uninteresting, this game of strategy with limited powers. Perhaps there was value in constraint, in having to calculate and manipulate rather than simply overpower. A different form of dominance, but dominance nonetheless.


    He pushed the thought aside and left the command center, making his way to the meeting room where Vex awaited. Time to see what the man had to offer.


    ***


    Jullian Vex looked like he hadn''t slept. His expensive suit, no doubt immaculate the previous day, was rumpled, and the beginnings of a beard darkened his chin. There was a hunted look in his eyes that wasn''t there before, and a sense of desperation that even his attempts at a suave facade couldn''t entirely mask.


    When Zark''thul entered, followed by Elspeth and Xashai, Vex stood abruptly, nearly knocking over his chair.


    "Mr. Mycroft," he said, using Zark''thul''s human alias. "Thank you for seeing me. I realize after last night''s... incident, you probably don''t think very highly of me."


    "Your behavior was uncharacteristic," Zark''thul replied, taking a seat at the head of the table. His posture was perfect, inhuman in its stillness. "You hired our team specifically to stop the thefts, yet when we apprehended one of the perpetrators, you intervened to release them."


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    Vex flinched, sinking back into his chair. "I had no choice."


    Xashai watched him intently, her dark eyes focused.


    As a Gixiet, her psionic abilities allowed her to sense emotional undercurrents and inconsistencies in human behavior¡ªnot mind reading, but an enhanced perception of micro-expressions and stress indicators. Zark''thul had positioned her strategically for this purpose.


    "Perhaps you should start from the beginning," Xashai suggested, her voice melodic with a subtle, soothing lilt. "When did your troubles with Metcom Solutions actually begin?"


    Vex glanced at her, momentarily caught by her piercing gaze before looking away. "It started about three months ago. I approached them initially for a legitimate business arrangement¡ªsecurity consulting for some of our more valuable shipments. Metcom has resources Argent Shield doesn''t, especially for specialized cargo."


    "This was after the initial thefts?" Zark''thul clarified.


    "Yes," Vex confirmed. "We''d already experienced a few minor incidents. Nothing major¡ªa crate missing here, some equipment damaged there. I suspected Metcom might be behind it, as I told your team when I hired them. They''ve been trying to force me out of certain markets for months."


    "So you approached your suspected saboteur for help," Zark''thul observed, no judgment in his tone, merely cold analysis.


    "It sounds foolish now," Vex admitted. "But I thought... well, if they were behind it, bringing them in might make the problems stop. A way of acknowledging their dominance without actually surrendering my business."


    "A common negotiation tactic," Xashai noted. "Offer a concession to prevent further aggression."


    "Exactly," Vex said with evident relief at being understood. "And for a while, it seemed to work. The thefts stopped. We established what appeared to be a mutually beneficial relationship."


    "Until?" Zark''thul prompted.


    "Until I discovered they were using our shipping infrastructure to move materials to the Resurgents," Vex said, his voice dropping despite the secure room. "About a month ago, one of my inventory managers noticed discrepancies in our manifests¡ªitems being added to shipments after our initial checks but before final delivery."


    Xashai leaned forward slightly. "What did you do with this information?"


    "I confronted Victoria Chandler directly," Vex said, a flicker of his usual stern demeanor showing through. "I''ve built my business on legitimate operations. I don''t deal with extremists."


    "An admirable stance," Xashai commented, her eyes never leaving his face.


    Zark''thul noted the subtle shift in her posture¡ªshe''d detected something in Vex''s response.


    "That''s when everything changed," Vex continued. "Chandler didn''t deny it. Instead, she showed me records of tax discrepancies from our operations three years ago. Irregularities that could ruin me if they reached the DIR."


    "And these irregularities¡ªwere they your doing?" Zark''thul asked directly.


    Vex hesitated, clearly uncomfortable. Xashai''s eyes narrowed fractionally.


    "Not directly," he finally admitted. "My former CFO implemented some... aggressive tax strategies without my explicit approval. But as CEO, I signed off on the final documents. The liability is mine, regardless of whether I understood the details at the time."


    Xashai caught Zark''thul''s eye with a subtle nod. This aligned with what she was sensing¡ªpartial truth, with elements of self-justification.


    "So they blackmailed you," Zark''thul stated. "And yet you still hired our team to investigate the thefts."


    "Because they started again, worse than before!" Vex''s frustration broke through. "After I agreed to look the other way on their shipments, they began demanding more¡ªaccess to our client lists, our supplier networks, exclusive shipping rights for certain materials. When I resisted, the thefts resumed. Larger shipments, more valuable cargo."


    "You were testing their hold on you," Xashai observed. "Seeing if you could find a way out without triggering their threat."


    "Yes," Vex admitted. "I thought if I could catch them in the act, get concrete evidence of their illegal activities, I might have some leverage against their blackmail."


    "Which explains your actions last night," Zark''thul concluded. "When we succeeded beyond your expectations and actually captured one of their operatives, Metcom escalated their threat."


    "Orwin showed up at my office twenty minutes after your team made the capture," Vex confirmed. "He had copies of the tax documents and a very clear message: either I shut down your investigation immediately, or the evidence goes to the DIR by morning."


    "And now?" Zark''thul asked. "What has changed to bring you here, knowing they would disapprove?"


    Vex straightened in his chair, something of his usual stern demeanor returning. "Your team found something in Metcom''s headquarters. Something important enough that they''ve gone into crisis mode. I have contacts within their organization¡ªpeople who don''t know about my... arrangement with Chandler. They''re reporting emergency meetings, secured communications, documents being destroyed."


    "You''re taking a significant risk coming to us," Xashai noted. "If Metcom discovers this meeting..."


    "They''re going to destroy me anyway," Vex said with grim certainty. "I''ve seen enough of their operation now to know how this ends. They use businesses like mine until we''re drained of value, then discard us. The blackmail is just to ensure compliance during the process."


    Zark''thul studied the man for a long moment, assessing his sincerity. Everything in Vex''s posture, tone, even his scent communicated genuine desperation. "What exactly do you want from us, Mr. Vex?"


    "Protection. And a way out." Vex leaned forward, his voice gaining strength. "I built my company from nothing. I''ve made mistakes, yes, but I won''t watch it be dismantled by corporate thieves. If you can help me counter their blackmail and stop their operation, I''ll provide everything I know about their activities¡ªshipping records, meeting notes, financial transactions."


    "A partnership of necessity," Zark''thul observed.


    "Yes," Vex agreed. "One that benefits us both. You get insider information on Metcom''s operations, and I get a chance to save my company."


    Xashai''s eyes met Zark''thul''s again, and she gave an almost imperceptible nod. She sensed genuine resolve beneath Vex''s fear¡ªa man backed into a corner but finding his courage.


    "Your knowledge of their operations would be valuable," Zark''thul acknowledged. "However, direct confrontation with Metcom poses significant risks, both to your company and to ours."


    "I understand the risk," Vex insisted. "But after seeing what your team accomplished last night¡ªthose floating eyes that revealed their camouflaged operatives, the efficiency with which your agents handled the situation¡ªI believe you have capabilities that Metcom doesn''t fully appreciate."


    "A correct assessment," Zark''thul confirmed. Though the human couldn''t possibly comprehend just how true that statement was. "We possess resources beyond what is apparent."


    "Then let me help you," Vex pressed. "Together, we might stand a chance against them."


    Zark''thul turned to Xashai. "Your assessment?"


    The Gixiet''s blue-skinned fingers formed a steeple as she regarded Vex. "I sense genuine resolve, though understandably tempered with fear. Mr. Vex believes what he''s telling us, and his offer of cooperation appears sincere." She paused, her dark eyes somehow seeming to look through Vex rather than at him. "There are, however, aspects of his situation he hasn''t fully disclosed¡ªlikely not out of malice, but self-preservation."


    Vex shifted uncomfortably under her piercing gaze.


    "Such as?" Zark''thul prompted.


    Xashai smiled thinly. "Mr. Vex has already taken steps against Metcom that he hasn''t mentioned. Haven''t you, Mr. Vex?"


    The businessman paled slightly. "How did you¡ª" He stopped himself, then sighed. "Yes. I''ve been gathering my own evidence against them for the past three weeks. Financial records, shipping manifests, recordings of meetings when possible. Insurance, I called it."


    "Which Metcom would consider a significant betrayal if discovered," Zark''thul noted.


    "Hence his current level of fear," Xashai concluded. "He''s not just worried about what they might do¡ªhe''s worried about what they might have already discovered."


    Vex looked between them, clearly unnerved by Xashai''s insight. "Are you... is she..."


    "Ms. Xashai has exceptional skills in negotiation and behavioral analysis," Elspeth explained smoothly. "Her observations are typically accurate."


    Zark''thul considered the situation, weighing variables with cold precision. Vex''s information could accelerate their timeline against Metcom significantly. The risk of deception existed but appeared minimal given Xashai''s assessment. The optimal path was clear.


    "We will cooperate, under specific conditions," Zark''thul decided. "First, you will transfer all evidence you''ve gathered on Metcom''s operations to us¡ªcompletely and immediately. Second, you will maintain your normal business activities to avoid alerting them to our arrangement. Third, you will follow our strategic guidance precisely, without deviation."


    "Agreed," Vex said without hesitation. "And in return?"


    "Protection for your key personnel and facilities. Technical assistance in securing your communications against Metcom''s surveillance. And," Zark''thul added, "a legal strategy to mitigate the tax issues they''re using against you."


    Hope flickered across Vex''s face. "You can help with the DIR situation?"


    Xashai smiled, though there was a predatory edge to it. "There are established protocols for voluntary disclosure of past tax irregularities, particularly when they occurred under previous financial management. The penalties are significantly reduced compared to what would happen if the DIR discovered the issues through investigation."


    "And if these disclosures happen to coincide with evidence of Metcom''s illegal activities," Elspeth added, "the authorities tend to be even more accommodating."


    "We help you, you help us," Vex summarized, looking more composed than he had since entering the room.


    "A mutually beneficial arrangement," Zark''thul confirmed. "Elspeth will coordinate the secure transfer of your evidence and establish encrypted communication protocols. Xashai will advise on the tax disclosure strategy. In the meantime, you will continue as if nothing has changed."


    "I understand. What''s our next step?"


    "Information gathering," Zark''thul replied. "The full extent of Metcom''s operation remains unclear, particularly their connection to the Resurgents and the purpose of this ''Synergy Project'' they mentioned."


    "I''ve heard that term in meetings with Chandler," Vex said, frowning. "Always in passing, never with details. Whatever it is, it''s their highest priority. She''s redirected significant resources to it over the past two months."


    "Then it shall become our priority as well," Zark''thul decided. "We will identify its nature, purpose, and vulnerabilities."


    As the meeting concluded and Elspeth escorted Vex out to begin the evidence transfer, Zark''thul remained in the meeting room with Xashai. The Gixiet waited calmly, sensing he wished to speak further.


    "Your assessment was valuable," he told her. "His hidden activities could have complicated our strategy had they remained unknown."


    Xashai inclined her head slightly, accepting the rare commendation. "He''s more complex than he appears. Genuinely opposed to corruption in principle, yet willing to bend when his own interests are threatened. A common human contradiction."


    "And one we can exploit," Zark''thul noted dispassionately. "His hatred of being controlled will make him a dedicated ally against Metcom, at least until their threat is neutralized."


    "After which his utility will need to be reassessed," Xashai finished with a wink. "Right, boss?"


    A thin smile touched Zark''thul''s lips. "You''re really embracing the corporate vernacular."


    "Adaptation is a Gixiet''s greatest strength," she reminded him. "That and our exceptional negotiation skills."


    "I''m guessing you''re hoping for a raise or a vacation soon."


    "Or a few days off with no ''urgent summonings'' from my boss," Xashai replied lightly, clasping her hands behind her back as she sauntered closer. "Boss, please? Out of everyone in the company, I''ve spent the longest time in that archaic realm talking with, well, every single idiotic royal, official, and influential person. If you hadn''t been the one to give me the order, I would have said no!"


    With a slightly annoyed expression, she went on. "Imagine the trauma I endured. Every hour, someone wanted to flirt, thinking I was some rich man''s companion or something worse than that, while others gave me patronizing grins. It was utterly ridiculous!"


    Zark''thul sighed. "Okay, fine."


    Her eyes glittered with a pleased glint at having achieved her objective, and her slender hand grabbed his tie and pulled him in. Before he could react, her soft lips pressed against his in a quick, chaste kiss. Afterward, she quickly released him, still smiling with a touch of mischief.


    "Thank you, thank you! I''ll go prepare the documents, then," Xashai said before turning to leave.


    Zark''thul stared after her, nonplussed by the unexpected display of affection. Perhaps adapting to humanoid customs too much carried its own set of complications.


    However, considering his origins as a higher dimensional being, Zark''thul quickly adapted, dismissing the fleeting incident. He straightened his tie and exited the meeting room to return to his office.

 Chapter 36: Coalition Building

    Morning in Avalon painted the city''s upper spires in a wash of pink-gold light, casting long shadows across the lower districts. From the Tower''s executive office, Zark''thul watched the spectacle with detached observation.


    The sunrise itself was meaningless¡ªmerely the predictable rotation of a planetary body¡ªbut its effect on the city below represented valuable data. Traffic patterns shifted with the light.


    Commerce awakened. Opportunities emerged.


    "The first meeting is scheduled for 08:30 at Lumina Gardens," Elspeth announced, entering the office. She carried a sleek datapad, its display filled with the day''s agenda. "We''ve arranged four visits today based on the evidence from Mr. Vex and our own investigations."


    Zark''thul turned from the window, hands clasped behind his back. "These businesses. They''re all connected to the Concord of Trade & Innovation?"


    "Yes, sir. The CTI represents smaller enterprises that lack individual leverage against larger corporations. According to our analysis, they would be most receptive to coalition-building efforts."


    "A start," Zark''thul acknowledged. Though hardly a decisive strategy, it served to establish foundational alliances against Metcom. Synergies could be leveraged from interdependencies and information sharing¡ªa primitive tactic, but effective at this scale.


    Xashai entered the office, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit that matched her cobalt skin tone.


    "Ah, good morning, boss," she greeted with a characteristic wink. "I''ve prepared preliminary assessments of each business owner. Psychological profiles, negotiation leverage points, potential resistance factors. Would you like me to summarize?"


    "In the car," he replied. "Time is a resource to be optimized."


    They took the elevator down to the Tower''s underground garage. The sleek black vehicle awaiting them had been carefully selected to project the right image¡ªexpensive enough to convey success, but not so ostentatious as to suggest frivolity.


    Avalon''s business culture valued substance over display, a preference Zark''thul found efficiently logical.


    As the car navigated through the morning congestion, Xashai began outlining her analyses. "Seren Welvi. Female elf, 143 years old¡ªrelatively young for her kind. Founded Lumina Gardens as a specialty botanical shop thirty years ago, expanded into a full biome-cultivation business. She serves as the CTI''s industry representative for agricultural enterprises."


    "Financial status?"


    "Solid but not exceptional. Annual revenue of approximately 1.2 million credits. However, her influence exceeds her financial footprint¡ªshe maintains connections throughout Avalon''s agricultural sector and has family ties to the elder houses of the elven enclaves."


    He frowned.


    Something''s been bothering him ever since he started reviewing the public financial data of other companies. The last time he checked with the banker, his company''s funds barely broke a million credits¡ªand that was after the recent aggressive push in expanding business.


    Hmm.


    Then again, if the Tower was merely masquerading as a corporation to disguise its true purpose, it would be necessary for its financial presence to remain small and insignificant. As for what that true purpose was, Zark''thul couldn''t quite say. Yet.


    "Vulnerability to Metcom''s methods?" he asked, focusing on the objective task at hand.


    "Significant," Xashai admitted. "Her connections provide her leverage, but that same web of relationships leaves her open to blackmail or coercion through associates."


    "Her personality?"


    "Prideful, idealistic, easily provoked to emotion. She has the ''noble heart'' weakness of so many elves. I assess her as highly susceptible to personal appeals¡ªsympathy, flattery, shared moral outrage."


    Zark''thul nodded once, absorbing the profile. "Craft a narrative that aligns our opposition to Metcom with her own moral framework. Emphasize community protection and mutual benefit over base profit motives."


    "Of course, boss." She tapped notes into her pad, tail flicking.


    The car turned onto a wide boulevard lined with trees whose leaves shimmered in hues of gold and amethyst.


    "An observation, sir," Elspeth said from the driver''s seat, her voice carrying clearly through the intercom.


    "Proceed."


    "These meetings represent a departure from your established operational parameters. Visiting multiple external locations increases exposure risk. Metcom''s operatives have likely placed this vehicle under surveillance, and we cannot be certain Jullian Vex has not been compromised despite his assurances."


    "A valid concern," he conceded, though Zark''thul found her constant emphasis on "risk avoidance" tiresome. "Then let me ask you this. If you were by my side throughout, what are the odds of them succeeding in killing me?"


    "Zero." Her reply was immediate.


    "Then what are you worried about?"


    For the first time, there was a pause in her speech. She blinked thrice before answering.


    "Yes, sir. I... understand."


    "Good."


    He returned his attention to Xashai. "Continue."


    <hr>


    The car slowed as they approached their destination¡ªa massive terraced structure that cascaded down the side of a building like a verdant waterfall. Plants from a dozen different realms thrived in carefully maintained microclimates, their colors and shapes creating a symphony of botanical diversity. Customers moved through elevated walkways, examining specimens or consulting with staff dressed in green uniforms.


    If he ever decided to expand his business by leveraging the fourth floor''s botanical garden, this would be one of the companies he''d need to compete against.


    As he surveyed the scene, he caught sight of someone approaching their car. It was a slender female elf with copper-colored hair pulled back in an intricate braid. The elf wore the same uniform as the other staff. Based on the picture Xashai had pulled up on the way here, it was the owner herself¡ªSeren Welvi.


    Upon arriving, the elf gave a smile. "Mr. Mycroft, I presume? I''m Seren Welvi, I''ve spoken with your assistant. I admit I was surprised by your request for a meeting."


    Zark''thul emerged from the vehicle, noting how the elf''s gaze took in his executive attire. "Surprise indicates information asymmetry. A situation I intend to correct."


    A flicker of amusement crossed Seren''s face as she gestured for them to follow her. "Direct, aren''t you? I appreciate that."


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    The group crossed a glass skybridge and entered an expansive greenhouse filled with rare and exotic plants. Water features and carefully placed art provided an air of tranquility amidst the floral abundance.


    "Welcome to Lumina Gardens," Seren said, leading them through the display area. "Our home is a celebration of nature''s diversity. But I suspect you''re not here as botanical enthusiasts."


    "No indeed."


    They arrived at a secluded meeting space nestled within a grove of silver-leafed trees. Four chairs had been arranged around a circular table.


    Seren activated a small device on her wrist, and a subtle shimmer passed through the air around them¡ªsome form of privacy screen. Another approached with refreshments before departing, leaving them alone among the exotic foliage.


    "You''ve taken security precautions," Zark''thul observed. "You anticipate sensitive discussions."


    The elf settled into her chair, folding her hands on the table''s polished surface. "After what happened to Vex Mercantile? Absolutely. Word travels fast in our circles, Mr. Mycroft. A warehouse attack, mysterious operatives with advanced cloaking technology, and a security team that somehow managed to reveal them. That would be your people, yes?"


    Xashai and Zark''thul exchanged a glance. The situation''s public visibility exceeded their initial projections.


    "Your sources are... well-informed," Xashai acknowledged with a diplomatic smile. "Though some embellishment is to be expected."


    "The CTI exists because we share information," Seren replied. "It''s our best defense against larger predators in Avalon''s corporate ecosystem." She gestured to the plants around them. "Nature''s strategy, too. Individual organisms cooperate to survive threats they couldn''t face alone."


    "A sound evolutionary principle," Zark''thul agreed. "One we propose to implement on a larger scale."


    Seren''s eyes sharpened with interest. "I''m listening."


    Zark''thul leaned forward. "Metcom Solutions and Argent Shield are executing a coordinated strategy to control Avalon''s security and resource sectors. They target businesses systematically, using blackmail, intimidation, and manufactured crises to force compliance. Vex Mercantile is merely one example of their methodology."


    "And you believe Lumina Gardens is another target?"


    "We know it is," Xashai corrected gently, sliding a data pad across the table. "These shipping manifests show progressive infiltration of your supply chain over the past four months. Key transporters have been replaced by Metcom subsidiaries or affiliates, particularly for your rarest imports."


    Seren''s face remained composed, but her hands tensed slightly as she reviewed the data¡ªa micro-expression that Xashai would certainly notice. "I was aware of some consolidation in the shipping sector, but not this pattern. How did you obtain this information?"


    "Vex provided initial data. Our analysis expanded upon it," Zark''thul explained simply. "We''ve identified twelve businesses being systematically targeted, including yours. Metcom''s strategy appears focused on controlling critical infrastructure and supply chains rather than direct acquisition."


    "More profitable that way," Seren conceded, her posture now decidedly more tense. "Why buy the business when you can control everything it needs to operate? Classic stranglehold technique." She set down the pad, studying Zark''thul with renewed intensity. "What exactly are you proposing, Mr. Mycroft?"


    "A coalition of affected businesses to counter Metcom''s strategy through collective action," he replied. "Shared resources, coordinated legal responses, unified security protocols, and consolidated market leverage."


    "And your company would provide... what, exactly?"


    "Security services capable of countering their technological advantages. Legal strategies to neutralize blackmail attempts. Alternative supply chain options through our developing network."


    The legal part was a bit of a stretch. He didn''t have a dedicated legal department at the moment. Yet.


    If everything went well, then he was set to clear the current floor in a week.


    "Sounds nice in theory," Seren admitted after a long pause. "But coalitions are slow to form and difficult to maintain. Individual self-interest inevitably overrides collective benefit." Her expression hardened, the signs of emotional stress heightening Xashai''s earlier psychological assessment of her. "Every company for itself¡ªthat''s how business is really done here. What benefit will you get from this arrangement?"


    An intelligent question. Zark''thul approved of her direct approach. It indicated a willingness to probe beyond superficial propositions.


    "Metcom''s strategy threatens to undermine the development of our business," he stated frankly. "We require a stable and open market ecosystem to achieve our own goals. Beyond that... consider this a long-term investment in a preferred future."


    She raised an eyebrow. "You expect me to risk my company''s stability and reputation on a... preferred future?"


    "Your current trajectory provides only two alternatives," Xashai interjected smoothly. "Increasing dependency on Metcom''s services, or the gradual strangulation of your business. Our proposal offers a third path."


    The elf stood and paced to a nearby planter, fingers tracing the petals of an azure orchid in thought. "Refreshingly honest. Most would have claimed altruistic motives."


    "Altruism is an inefficient pretense," he stated. "Our interests align. That is sufficient."


    "For me as well," Seren agreed. "The CTI was founded on exactly this principle¡ªmutual benefit through cooperation." She tapped her fingers thoughtfully on the table. "I can arrange a meeting with other affected businesses. Seven, possibly eight owners who''ve reported suspicious patterns similar to what you''ve described."


    "Acceptable," Zark''thul nodded. "When?"


    "Tonight. We have an established protocol for emergency gatherings." She smiled at their surprise. "As I said, Mr. Mycroft, we survive by sharing information and responding quickly. The CTI isn''t just a business association¡ªit''s our collective defense system."


    As they concluded their meeting and prepared to leave, Seren walked them through a different section of her facility¡ªa research area where botanists worked with plants that exhibited unusual properties.


    "Our latest project," she explained, indicating a series of luminescent flowers that pulsed with gentle blue light. "Bio-luminescent flora adapted from the deep forests of the Cerulean Realm. We''re developing them as sustainable lighting solutions for Avalon''s lower districts."


    Zark''thul observed the specimens with clinical interest. "You adapt extradimensional organisms for practical applications."


    "That''s Avalon''s greatest strength," Seren replied. "We''re a crossroads of realms, a place where different realities converge. The opportunities that creates are limitless¡ªif we can prevent corporations like Metcom from monopolizing them."


    <hr>


    As they departed Lumina Gardens, Zark''thul processed this information. Avalon''s nature as a convergence point created unique resources and opportunities¡ªa factor that might explain Metcom''s aggressive expansion strategy. If controlling this nexus point offered access to multiple realms'' resources, their "Synergy Project" might have more ambitious goals than initially assessed.


    The Tower itself is its own convergence point, isn''t it?


    That was interesting.


    Unlike this world, however, the Tower seemed capable of connecting to different worlds at once. The directives so far connected to one world, but what was stopping the Tower from taking his Agents to different worlds on the higher floors?


    Back in the car, Elspeth navigated them toward their next destination¡ªa manufacturing facility in Avalon''s industrial district.


    "Your assessment?" Zark''thul asked Xashai.


    "Seren Welvi is genuine in her concerns and offers," she replied, reviewing her notes. "Her emotional responses aligned with her stated positions. The CTI appears to be a more sophisticated organization than our initial intelligence suggested¡ªthey were already monitoring Metcom''s activities, though without the complete picture we''ve assembled."


    "Leveraging existing cooperation mechanisms will optimize coalition-building efforts."


    "Precisely, boss," she replied with a professional smile.


    Elspeth''s voice came through the intercom. "Sir, we''ve received a priority communication from the R&D department. They''ve completed the initial analysis of the Argent Shield technology and request your review of their findings."


    "Forward the data," Zark''thul instructed.


    A holographic display materialized in the space between him and Xashai, showing detailed schematics of the captured camouflage systems. Elamrion''s voice accompanied the visuals.


    "We''ve made a significant discovery, sir. The power source for these systems contains isotopic signatures consistent with materials from the Void Reaches¡ªa dimensional plane that''s supposed to be restricted under Avalon''s Interdimensional Commerce Regulations. This technology shouldn''t be commercially available in Avalon at all."


    Zark''thul studied the readings. "You''re certain?"


    "I''d stake my doctorates on it, sir," Elamrion confirmed confidently. "I''ve uploaded the isotope spectra to your datapad."


    Xashai leaned closer, examining the holo-display. "The implications are troubling. This violates at least three major regulatory frameworks. The Dimensional Barrier Treaty, the Restricted Realms Accord, and Avalon''s Commerce Regulations all prohibit importation from the Void Reaches due to dimensional instability risks."


    Really? This was the first time he''d heard about this.


    "Elspeth, did¡ª"


    "Yes, sir. I''ve been running a legal check for our logistics and marketing department ever since we began selling our off-world products. So far, none of the materials, plants, or artifacts that you''ve sold through it are in violation of any laws."


    Hmm. Well, that was good to hear.

 Chapter 37: Into the Shadows (Part 1)

    Filu adjusted the straps of her arcane-enhanced combat vest, still getting used to the feel of Tower-issued gear against her green skin. Despite months of training, the sleek synthetic material felt foreign compared to the battle-worn leathers she''d worn in countless skirmishes back home.


    But she couldn''t deny its effectiveness¡ªtiny runes embedded in the fabric hummed with protective energies far superior to anything she''d wielded before.


    "This coating doesn''t fit properly," she muttered, examining the seams where the fabric met her tattooed arms. The command room''s bright lights gleamed off the ritual markings that coiled up her dark green skin.


    Lastly, she adjusted a small earpiece, grimacing as it pressed uncomfortably against the curve of her pointed ear. Orcish ears weren''t designed for human technology.


    Like much of Avalon, the device felt alien¡ªfunctional but fundamentally ill-suited for her.


    Zark''thul stood before them, his unnaturally blue eyes fixed on a holographic display of Avalon''s manufacturing district. Despite his human appearance, something about him always felt wrong¡ªa presence too vast for the flesh containing it.


    "The mission parameters are simple," he said, his voice unnervingly calm. "You will track a suspicious shipment from Metcom Solutions to its destination, gather intelligence on its contents and purpose, and return without being detected. Under no circumstances are you to engage unless absolutely necessary."


    Urgan, the largest of their group, shifted his massive gray form. The orc''s red eyes narrowed as he studied the projection. "What kind of resistance should we expect?"


    "Minimal, if you maintain proper stealth protocols," Zark''thul replied. "Metcom''s regular security is standard corporate fare. However, be aware that Argent Shield operatives may be present. They possess advanced technology, including cloaking devices that render them virtually invisible."


    "Can''t hide from Skitters!" The smallest goblin perched on a nearby console, balanced on the balls of his feet. His pale green skin seemed to shift colors slightly as he moved, an unconscious activation of his natural camouflage abilities. "I smell ''em before I see ''em anyway."


    Zark''thul''s gaze fell on the goblin. "Do not underestimate them. Squad One nearly suffered casualties during their encounter."


    Filu noted the subtle shift in Zark''thul''s tone¡ªa hint of actual concern beneath the cold exterior. Interesting.


    "What about civilians?" she asked, examining the map. "This area appears heavily populated."


    "Avalon''s manufacturing district maintains continuous operations. Workers will be present at all hours. Avoid them. The Tower''s purpose must remain confidential."


    Filu nodded, studying the unfamiliar terrain. Streets laid out in rigid grids, massive buildings of steel and glass, transportation systems she''d only glimpsed through the Tower''s windows. So different from the wild forests and mountain passes she''d known.


    "The transport vessel you''re tracking will depart from Metcom''s loading bay at 02:00 hours," Elspeth added, her green hair shifting slightly though there was no breeze. "You''ll be deployed to an observation point one hour prior."


    The goblin twins, Rakk and Vraza, had stopped paying attention and were now engaged in a silent shoving match at the back of the room.


    "Enough!" Urgan barked, his massive hand separating them with a single swipe. "Show respect or I''ll use your heads as throwing weights."


    "Bah!" Rakk bared his jagged teeth in what might have been a grin. "Big gray just jealous he not fast like us."


    "Yeah, yeah," Vraza nodded energetically. "We kill more enemies than you last mission. We count!"


    Filu raised her hand, staff gripped firmly. "That''s enough, both of you. I''m trying to listen."


    The twins fell silent, though their yellow eyes still darted mischievously around the room.


    Zark''thul seemed unmoved by the display. "Your extraction point will be here," he continued, highlighting a location on the map. "Squad Two has been chosen for this mission due to your unique capabilities. Filu''s magical detection skills, Urgan''s tactical experience, the twins'' combat prowess should resistance be encountered, and Skitters'' unparalleled stealth abilities."


    "We no disappoint," Vraza announced proudly.


    "Yeah, yeah!" Rakk agreed. "We bash good if needed."


    "There will be no ''bashing'' unless absolutely necessary," Zark''thul said coldly. "This is primarily an intelligence-gathering operation."


    Filu raised her staff slightly, the runes along its darkwood length glowing in response to her irritation. "The squad will perform as ordered. You have my word."


    Zark''thul''s eyes met hers, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. Leader to leader, though the gulf between their powers seemed as vast as the void between stars, despite what she''d seen in the field.


    "Very well," he said. "Prepare your equipment and report to the deployment bay in thirty minutes."


    As they filed out of the command room, Filu gathered her squad with a gesture. "Listen carefully. This is our first excursion beyond the Tower. The real world differs from ours."


    "How different can it be?" Skitters asked, adjusting the custom-made crossbow strapped to his back. "We kill things in Tower, we kill things out there."


    "There will be no killing," Filu reminded him firmly. "Observation only."


    Urgan nodded in agreement, the iron rings piercing his tusks clinking softly. "The mission is clear. We observe, we document, we retreat. Nothing more."


    "Boring," Rakk complained, spinning his oversized cleaver.


    "Yeah, boring," Vraza echoed, mimicking the motion with her own identical weapon.


    Filu fought the urge to blast them both with a minor shock spell. "Not boring¡ªessential. This supports the Tower''s objectives and our employer''s interests."


    "Filu''s right," Urgan said, adjusting his massive shield. "We do this job properly, and the boss will entrust us with more significant missions. Better missions."


    "With more killing?" Rakk asked hopefully.


    "Perhaps," Filu conceded, knowing it was sometimes easier to motivate the goblins with promises of future violence. "Now prepare. I want flawless execution."


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    The night air hit Filu''s skin like a physical blow as they emerged from the Tower''s side entrance.


    She''d known Avalon would be different from the sanitized environments of the Tower''s floors, but nothing had prepared her for the assault on her senses. The city hummed with energy¡ªboth technological and magical¡ªcreating a background vibration that made her horns tingle.


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    Skyscrapers pierced the night sky like jagged teeth, their windows glowing with artificial light. Roads stretched in all directions, vehicles moving along them with a soft whine. The air carried a thousand unfamiliar smells¡ªmetallic, sweet, and tangy. She flexed her fingers against her staff, drawing on its grounding power.


    Urgan stood beside her, red eyes scanning the skyline. "Dense. Far denser than any city in our world."


    "What that smell?" Rakk wrinkled his nose, sniffing loudly.


    "Civilization," Urgan rumbled. "Get used to it."


    Their transport waited at the curb¡ªa nondescript black van with tinted windows. Nothing like the horse-drawn wagons or magical conveyances Filu had known before.


    "We''re traveling in this?" she asked, examining the metal exterior with professional curiosity.


    "It''s a common civilian vehicle," Elspeth explained, materializing beside them. "It will draw less attention than more... distinctive transport options."


    Skitters had already clambered inside, examining every button and switch with rapt fascination. "This better than battle wagon! Much quieter for sneaking!"


    Rakk and Vraza followed close behind, elbowing each other out of the way to claim the rear seat.


    With a resigned sigh, Filu climbed in after them. The interior was spartan but comfortable enough, with padded seats and darkened windows.


    "Remember," Elspeth said as she closed the door, "you''re representatives of the Tower now. Maintain discipline and follow the mission parameters."


    The vehicle pulled away from the curb, guided by an automated system programmed with their destination. Filu watched through the window as the Tower receded behind them, its spire dominating the skyline.


    "I have a question," she said, turning to the others. "Why select us? Why not humans like Squad One?"


    Urgan considered this, absently adjusting his leather wrist straps. "Perhaps they''ve been recognized. After their warehouse mission, Argent Shield would be watching for them."


    "We better anyway," Rakk declared. "We stronger!"


    "And sneakier!" Vraza added.


    Skitters, who had his face pressed against the window, suddenly pointed. "Look, look! Flying food box!"


    They all turned to see a levitating vendor stall drifting between buildings, advertising "Midnight Snacks" in glowing holographic letters.


    "That''s not for consumption," Filu corrected, though she wasn''t entirely sure. Avalon''s customs remained largely a mystery to her.


    The city flowed around them as they traveled, changing character as they moved from the business district toward the industrial zones. The pristine towers gave way to broader, squatter buildings, belching steam and crackling with industrial energies. Fewer pedestrians roamed these streets, but those who did wore the uniform jumpsuits of factory workers or the distinctive garb of realm-travelers.


    "These beings," Urgan observed quietly. "They come from many worlds."


    Filu nodded. "Avalon is a convergence point. Many realities intersect here."


    "Like Tower," Skitters said, still pressing his nose against the glass. "But messier."


    Their vehicle slowed as it approached a designated drop point¡ªa shadowed alley between two manufacturing facilities. According to the briefing, they were now three blocks from Metcom''s main shipping depot.


    "From here, we proceed on foot," Filu said, checking her staff''s enchantments one last time. "Skitters, take point. Twins in the middle. Urgan, watch our backs."


    They exited the vehicle, which promptly locked itself and entered a standby mode. The industrial district loomed around them, a maze of loading bays, storage facilities, and humming machinery.


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    The artificial lights of Avalon cast harsh shadows across their path as they moved through side streets, avoiding the main thoroughfares. Steam vents periodically released clouds of vapor into the night, and the distant clang of automated machinery provided a constant backdrop.


    "This place unsettles me," Filu murmured. "Too many blind corners. Too much ambient noise. It''s difficult to properly sense magical energies."


    "Good hunting ground," Rakk countered, yellow eyes gleaming. "Lots of places to hide."


    "Lots of places for others to hide too," Urgan reminded him.


    Skitters darted ahead, his small form blending remarkably well with the urban environment despite his green skin. He moved from shadow to shadow with practiced ease, occasionally scaling walls or pipes to gain better vantage points.


    They paused at the corner of an enormous warehouse, the Metcom Solutions logo illuminated across its facade. Loading bays lined one side, most dark and inactive, but one blazed with lights where workers loaded crates onto a hovering transport vehicle.


    "Target spotted," Urgan whispered, gesturing toward the illuminated bay.


    Filu narrowed her eyes, extending her magical senses. The crates emitted a faint aetheric signature¡ªnot powerful enough to be weapons, but definitely not ordinary cargo either.


    "Those containers have magical properties," she said. "Not particularly potent, but... strange. I don''t recognize the signature."


    "Can we get closer?" Urgan asked.


    Filu assessed the security¡ªtwo guards at the bay entrance, automated drones patrolling the perimeter, and surveillance cameras mounted at regular intervals. Standard precautions, but effective.


    "Skitters," she called softly. "Can you place a tracker without being detected?"


    The goblin sniper grinned, revealing needle-sharp teeth. "Easy peasy! Skitters best at sneaky-sneaky!"


    From his pack, he withdrew a small device¡ªone of the R&D department''s newest creations. No larger than a coin, it would attach to the vehicle and transmit its location directly to Zark''thul''s database.


    "Wait for the opportune moment," Filu cautioned. "Take no unnecessary risks."


    Skitters nodded, then seemed to vanish into the shadows. Filu knew he hadn''t actually disappeared¡ªhis Camouflage ability merely bent light around him, making him difficult to spot. Still, watching him fade from view always unnerved her slightly.


    Minutes passed as they observed the loading operation. The workers moved with the dull efficiency of those performing routine tasks, unaware of the significance of their cargo.


    "Something''s not right," Urgan murmured. "The shipping manifest holoprojector¡ªit''s displaying a different logo than the crates."


    Filu squinted, enhancing her vision with a minor spell. Sure enough, while the physical crates bore Metcom Solutions markings, the digital manifest showed them registered to "Avalon Agricultural Supply."


    "Falsified documentation," she noted. "They''re concealing the true purpose."


    A soft click in their earpieces signaled Skitters'' return to communication range. "Tracker placed! Under rear bumper! They no find!"


    "Well done," Filu replied. "Return to position."


    The loading completed, workers sealed the transport''s cargo bay. A driver climbed into the cabin, accompanied by a second figure¡ªthis one wearing more formal attire than the loading crew.


    "That''s not regular staff," Urgan observed. "Executive level, maybe security chief."


    The transport hummed to life, its propulsion systems lifting it several inches off the ground. The bay doors slid open, and the vehicle moved out into the night.


    "Follow," Filu commanded. "Maintain distance. The tracker will assist if we lose them."


    They moved through the industrial maze like shadows, trailing the transport at a safe distance. The vehicle maintained a moderate speed, following main roads at first, then turning onto progressively smaller streets.


    "They heading to Lower Sectors," Skitters reported from his forward position. "Bad area. Lots of abandoned buildings."


    The cityscape around them deteriorated as they proceeded. The gleaming industry of the manufacturing district gave way to neglected structures, many showing signs of abandonment. Fewer lights illuminated these streets, and those that did flickered uncertainly.


    "Why would they bring supplies here?" Urgan wondered. "Nothing to supply."


    "Unless," Filu reasoned, "the supplies aren''t intended for legitimate business."


    They tracked the transport to a massive warehouse complex surrounded by a chain-link fence topped with holo-barbed wire¡ªenergy filaments that would deliver a painful shock to anyone attempting to climb over. Signs warned of automated security responses and prohibited entry.


    The transport approached a gate, which slid open automatically. Once inside, it proceeded to a loading dock attached to the central building.


    "Now what?" Vraza whispered. "We follow inside?"


    Filu considered their options. The fence presented an obstacle, but not an insurmountable one. More concerning were the security measures likely in place inside the compound.


    "I''ll scan for magical defenses," she decided, kneeling and placing her palm against the ground.


    She closed her eyes, sending her awareness outward in a rippling wave. The warehouse complex appeared in her mind''s eye as a network of energy signatures¡ªelectrical systems, security grids, and...


    "I''ve found a vulnerability," she reported, opening her eyes. "An old drainage tunnel. It runs under the fence and connects to the basement level. No magical alarms, only physical sensors."


    "I can disable those," Urgan offered. "Basic counter-surveillance is standard for tank-role training."


    Filu nodded. "Good. Skitters, locate the tunnel entrance. We''ll follow when it''s clear."


    The goblin sniper disappeared again, his form blending into the darkness. Minutes later, their earpieces crackled to life. "Found entrance," he reported. "Fifty meters east. Behind broken concrete blocks."

 Chapter 38: Into the Shadows (Part 2)

    Squad Two moved carefully along the perimeter, staying in the shadows of abandoned equipment and debris. The tunnel entrance was exactly where Skitters had indicated¡ªa drainage pipe half-buried beneath collapsed concrete, just wide enough for them to enter single file.


    "Urgan, you go first," Filu decided. "You''re the largest, so if the tunnel narrows, we''ll know immediately."


    The orc grimaced but complied, removing his shield and pushing it ahead of him as he squeezed into the opening. Despite his bulk, he moved with surprising quietness, his training overcoming his natural tendency to lumber.


    One by one, they entered the tunnel.


    Darkness enveloped them immediately, broken only by the faint glow of Filu''s staff and the twins'' night-adapted eyes. The passage smelled of stagnant water and decaying matter, and something else¡ªa chemical odor Filu couldn''t identify.


    "Sensor ahead," Urgan whispered, pointing to a small device mounted on the tunnel ceiling. "Motion detection, infrared."


    He reached into a pouch at his belt, withdrawing a small aerosol canister¡ªanother R&D creation. The spray contained particles that would temporarily blind the sensor without triggering an alert.


    After disabling the security measure, they continued forward. The tunnel gradually widened, eventually opening into a larger drainage system beneath the warehouse complex.


    "I hear voices," Filu whispered, raising a hand for silence.


    Above them, muffled but distinct, came the sound of conversation and movement. A maintenance hatch in the ceiling likely led up into the warehouse itself.


    "Urgan, give Skitters a boost," she ordered. "Let him reconnaissance first."


    The massive orc cupped his hands, creating a platform for the goblin sniper. With a boost from Urgan, Skitters reached the hatch, pressing his ear against it before carefully turning the manual release valve.


    The hatch opened a crack, and Skitters peered through. After a moment, he dropped back down into Urgan''s waiting hands.


    "Many people," he reported breathlessly. "Not just Metcom. Different uniforms. Some look like... like crazy cult people."


    "Cult people?" Filu repeated, frowning.


    "Yeah, yeah! Robes, weird symbols. They unloading boxes from truck. Talking about ''purification'' and ''breaking the bonds'' and stuff."


    Filu exchanged glances with Urgan. "Resurgents," the orc rumbled. "Has to be."


    According to their briefing, the Resurgents were an extremist group opposed to Avalon''s nature as a convergence point. They believed separating the realms was the natural order, and Avalon''s role as a nexus was an abomination.


    "We need to hear their conversation," Filu decided. "Skitters, can you open the hatch further? Just enough for me to cast an eavesdropping spell."


    The goblin nodded, returning to his perch and carefully widening the opening. Filu raised her staff, tracing arcane symbols in the air while whispering words of power. The runes on her arms glowed faintly as the spell took effect.


    Suddenly, voices from above became clear, as if the speakers were standing right beside them.


    "¡ªfinal shipment completes the circuit," a woman''s voice was saying. "Once all devices are in position, Avalon''s dimensional anchors will be severed."


    "And how long before the effects are felt?" This voice was male, crisp and professional¡ªvery different from the fervent tone of the woman.


    "The Pinpoint Rifts will begin generating dimensional instability immediately. Within hours, the convergence will begin to fracture. Souls will be pulled back to their original realms. The unnatural construct of Avalon will collapse under its own contradictions."


    The man chuckled. "An impressive claim, Prophet Ysedra. My employers will be most interested to observe the results."


    "Your ''employers'' only care about profit," Ysedra snapped. "We pursue purity. The natural order must be restored."


    "Our motivations are irrelevant," the man replied smoothly. "The arrangement benefits us both. You receive the technology needed to achieve your... spiritual goals. We secure our position in Avalon''s future."


    There was a pause, then Ysedra spoke again, her voice lower. "The devices are unstable. The test runs created unexpected effects."


    "Minor anomalies, nothing more. The technology has been thoroughly vetted."


    "By whom? These components come from the Void Reaches. No one fully understands their properties."


    The man''s voice hardened. "The arrangement isn''t negotiable at this stage, Prophet. You''ve accepted our assistance, our funding, our protection. The plan proceeds as agreed."


    Footsteps approached the area above the hatch, and Skitters quickly eased it closed, dropping back down to the drainage tunnel.


    "They making bombs," he whispered, eyes wide. "Magic bombs to break Avalon!"


    Filu''s mind raced. The "Pinpoint Rifts" must be the devices in the crates¡ªtechnology designed to disrupt Avalon''s dimensional stability. If activated, they could potentially cause catastrophic damage to the fabric of reality itself.


    "We need to examine these devices," she decided. "Understand their mechanism."


    "Too dangerous," Urgan countered. "We should report what we''ve heard and await instructions."


    "Time is of the essence," Filu argued. "If they distribute the devices soon, we might lose track of them."


    The twins, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, suddenly perked up.


    "We go look for shiny things!" Rakk suggested, his yellow eyes gleaming with enthusiasm.


    "Yeah, yeah! We find good treasure while others talk!" Vraza agreed.


    Before Filu could stop them, the goblin berserkers had scampered off down a side tunnel.


    "Greenskins!" Urgan growled. "No discipline!"


    "After them," Filu ordered urgently. "Before they create a disaster."


    They pursued the twins through the drainage system, guided by the sound of their excitement echoing off the walls. The side tunnel inclined upward, eventually ending at another maintenance hatch.


    This one was already open. The twins were gone.


    "Impulsive, reckless goblins," Urgan muttered.


    Filu raised her staff, casting her awareness ahead. She sensed the twins'' distinctive magical signatures¡ªthey had indeed entered the warehouse and were moving among the crates.


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    "They haven''t been detected yet," she reported. "But they''re moving deeper inside."


    "We have to retrieve them," Urgan said grimly. "The mission is compromised otherwise."


    Skitters poked his head through the open hatch. "Looks clear. Storage room. No people."


    With no choice but to proceed, they climbed up into the warehouse.


    They found themselves in a small maintenance room filled with cleaning supplies and equipment. A door led out into a larger storage area stacked with crates.


    Filu extended her magical senses again, searching for threats. "Six humans in the next room. More upstairs. The twins are moving between crates on the far side."


    "I''ll go get them," Skitters offered. "I stealthiest."


    "No," Filu decided. "We move together. It''s safer. Follow me and maintain silence."


    They moved through the storage area, weaving between stacked crates and machinery. The aetheric signature Filu had detected earlier was stronger here¡ªa strange, discordant energy that made her horns ache.


    They found the twins crouched beside an open crate, examining its contents with fascinated expressions.


    "Look, look!" Rakk whispered excitedly, pointing inside. "Shiny magic thing!"


    The crate contained a spherical device about the size of a human head. Its surface was metallic but seemed to shift colors as they watched, never settling on a single hue. At its core, visible through a transparent section, swirled a darkness that seemed deeper than mere absence of light¡ªa void that pulled at the eye.


    "That''s Void Reaches technology," Filu whispered, recognizing the signature from Zark''thul''s briefings. "Extremely dangerous. Don''t touch it."


    "We just looking," Vraza protested. "No touching."


    Urgan grabbed both goblins by their scruffs, lifting them away from the crate. "You abandoned your squad, disobeyed orders, and nearly compromised the mission. When we return to the Tower¡ª"


    A sharp crack interrupted him as something fell from one of the twins'' pockets, hitting the concrete floor.


    Silence fell. Then, from the next room, a voice: "Did you hear that?"


    "Conceal yourselves," Filu hissed, pulling her squad behind a stack of empty crates.


    Footsteps approached, and a door swung open.


    Two figures entered the storage area¡ªa woman in elaborate robes adorned with celestial symbols, and a man in a sleek business suit bearing the Metcom Solutions logo.


    "The devices are secure, Prophet Ysedra," the man was saying. "Your concerns, while noted, are ultimately irrelevant to the timeline."


    Ysedra¡ªthe Resurgent leader¡ªfrowned as she scanned the room. "Something''s not right. I felt a disturbance."


    "Your mysticism is charming but unnecessary. The security systems would have alerted us to any intrusion."


    The prophet''s eyes narrowed. "Not all threats trigger technological alarms, Marcus. Some can only be sensed by those attuned to higher frequencies."


    She moved deeper into the storage area, her hand outstretched as if feeling the air. Filu held her breath, pressing her squad further into the shadows. If Ysedra possessed genuine mystical abilities, their magical signatures might give them away.


    "The distribution begins tomorrow night," Marcus continued, clearly impatient. "Your people will place the devices at the designated convergence points throughout Avalon. At midnight, they activate simultaneously."


    "And your people will be ready to contain the aftermath?" Ysedra asked, still scanning the room suspiciously.


    Marcus smiled thinly. "Argent Shield has already prepared a public statement about terrorist threats. Their response teams will deploy across the city within minutes of the first dimensional fluctuations. They''ll be hailed as heroes for ''stabilizing'' the rifts."


    "While the true purpose remains hidden," Ysedra nodded. "The convergence weakened, the barriers between realms strengthened."


    "Precisely. You achieve your spiritual cleansing, we secure our exclusive access to interdimensional travel. A mutually beneficial arrangement."


    Filu nearly gasped at the revelation. The Resurgents believed they were working toward separating the realms, but Metcom and Argent Shield had other plans¡ªcontrolling access between dimensions rather than severing them completely.


    A soft click drew her attention. Skitters had activated his recording device, capturing the conversation for evidence.


    Suddenly, from across the room, came a loud crash as a stack of empty crates toppled over. Rakk and Vraza, who had slipped away while the others were focused on the conversation, had accidentally knocked over a shelf.


    "Intruders!" Marcus shouted, pulling a sleek pistol from inside his jacket.


    "Contingency plan activated," Filu announced, abandoning stealth for speed. "Urgan, clear a path! Twins, flanking defense! Skitters, covering fire!"


    They burst from their hiding spot as alarms began to wail throughout the warehouse.


    Urgan charged forward, his shield expanding to its full size as he barreled toward the exit. The twins, grinning maniacally, drew their cleavers and leapt toward a group of Resurgent guards who came rushing in.


    "Non-lethal force only," Filu reminded them, summoning her magic. "Incapacitate, don''t kill!"


    She channeled power through her staff, creating a barrier of swirling energy that deflected the first volley of shots from Marcus''s weapon. The projectiles¡ªsome kind of energy pulse rather than physical bullets¡ªsparked against her shield before dissipating.


    Skitters had scrambled up a stack of crates, his crossbow loaded and aimed. He fired a barrage of stun bolts at the overhead lights, plunging sections of the warehouse into darkness.


    The Prophet Ysedra raised her hands, chanting in a strange language. The air around her began to warp and shimmer.


    "This is deteriorating quickly," Filu muttered, recognizing the buildup of dimensional energy. "Urgan! Secure the twins and evacuate! Now!"


    The orc tank grabbed both berserker goblins mid-leap, tucking one under each arm despite their protests. He smashed through a group of guards with his shield, creating a path toward the exit.


    Marcus was shouting into a communication device: "Perimeter breach in Sector Seven! All units respond! Argent Shield operatives to the storage facility immediately!"


    Filu knew they had minutes at most before reinforcements arrived.


    She raised her staff high, channeling more of her power into it. The tattoos on her arms blazed with crimson light as she shaped the magic into a specific form.


    "Arcanist''s Veil!" she cried, bringing the staff down with a thunderous crack.


    A wave of magical energy exploded outward, temporarily blinding everyone in the room. In the confusion, Filu grabbed Skitters from his perch and sprinted after Urgan and the twins.


    They burst through an emergency exit, alarms screaming in their wake. The compound''s exterior lights had activated, bathing the yard in harsh illumination.


    "Drainage tunnel!" Urgan called, pointing toward the maintenance hatch they''d emerged from earlier.


    As they ran, Filu risked a glance back. Figures in black tactical gear were emerging from vehicles at the main gate¡ªthe distinct red stripe of Argent Shield visible on their uniforms.


    "They''re not pursuing the Resurgents," Skitters observed as they reached the tunnel entrance. "They working together!"


    "We have evidence now," Filu replied, ushering her squad into the tunnel. "Both the recording and our direct observations."


    They descended into the darkness, moving as quickly as safety allowed. Behind them, searching lights swept across the compound as Argent Shield operatives secured the area. None appeared to have discovered their escape route yet.


    As they navigated the tunnel system, Filu''s mind raced. The plot was far more dangerous than they''d initially suspected. The Resurgents planned to destabilize Avalon''s dimensional structure, while Metcom and Argent Shield positioned themselves to control the aftermath.


    And they would deploy the devices tomorrow night.


    "We must return to the Tower immediately," she told her squad as they emerged from the drainage system several blocks away. "Zark''thul needs to be informed of our discoveries without delay."


    Urgan nodded grimly, still carrying the struggling twins under his arms. "Agreed. This threat goes beyond corporate espionage. It could affect the entire city¡ªperhaps beyond."


    "We did good, right?" Skitters asked, his usual bravado momentarily replaced by genuine concern. "Even with... unexpected problems?" He glanced meaningfully at the twins.


    Filu allowed herself a small smile, placing a hand on the goblin sniper''s shoulder. "Yes. Squad Two performed admirably. We''ve acquired vital intelligence and completed the primary objectives of our mission."


    "Now comes the harder part," Urgan rumbled as their extraction vehicle appeared around a corner, responding to their recall signal.


    "What harder part?" Rakk asked, finally managing to wriggle free from Urgan''s grasp.


    The orc''s red eyes gleamed in the darkness. "Explaining to the boss why the mission went sideways."


    Filu sighed as they climbed into the vehicle. She would need to prepare her report carefully. The implications of what they''d discovered were vast¡ªa plot that threatened not just business interests, but the fundamental nature of Avalon itself.


    And somehow, she suspected that Zark''thul had known¡ªor at least guessed¡ªexactly what they would find. The question was: what would he do with the information?


    As the vehicle carried them back toward the Tower, Filu gazed out at the city sprawling around them.


    Countless beings from countless realms, all going about their lives, unaware of the danger brewing in their midst. Her squad had done well this night, acquiring information that could prove pivotal in preventing disaster.


    Now, it was up to their chieftain¡ªZark''thul¡ªto decide what to do next.

 Chapter 39: Dimensional Designs

    Zark''thul stared at the device resting on the examination table. The Pinpoint Rift prototype had been carefully transferred to the R&D department''s isolation chamber, where a shimmering containment field enveloped it in layers of arcane and technological safeguards. Even through these precautions, he could sense its wrongness¡ªa discordant note in reality''s symphony.


    The sphere''s surface shifted between colors that had no names in human language, while the darkness at its core seemed to swallow light rather than merely block it. That void called to him on a level beyond physical senses, a recognition between kindred aberrations.


    "Fascinating construction," Elamrion murmured, the elven researcher''s slender fingers hovering just outside the containment field. "The outer casing appears to be a standard metallic alloy, but it''s been subjected to some form of dimensional treatment. The molecular structure shows evidence of having existed in multiple realities simultaneously."


    Beside him, Teer the gnome adjusted a series of scanning instruments. "The power source is unlike anything in our records. It''s generating energy through what appears to be controlled dimensional friction¡ªessentially harvesting power from the resistance between realities trying to occupy the same space."


    "And the core?" Zark''thul asked, though he already knew the answer. He could feel it.


    Teer''s expression grew troubled. "That''s where things get... concerning. Our instruments can''t properly analyze it. The readings suggest it''s a fragment of actual void space¡ªnot just absence of matter, but absence of reality itself. A piece of the Void Reaches, somehow contained and stabilized."


    "Such technology violates at least three major interdimensional treaties," Elamrion noted, his eyes never leaving the device. "The Void Reaches have been classified as a restricted dimensional plane for centuries, ever since the Collapse of the Seventh Harmonic."


    Zark''thul said nothing. Treaties and regulations meant little to him except as tools to be used or obstacles to be navigated. His concern was more fundamental¡ªthe Void Reaches held things that even he, with his eldritch nature, treated with caution.


    Filu stood nearby, her squad having been dismissed after delivering their report and the recovered device. The orc warrior-mage had proven herself surprisingly articulate and observant, her account of the warehouse infiltration detailed and precise.


    "You said the Resurgents were concerned about instability in the devices," Zark''thul said to her. "Elaborate."


    Filu nodded, the ritual markings on her green skin catching the laboratory''s harsh light. "The Prophet Ysedra mentioned ''unexpected effects'' during test runs. She seemed genuinely worried, but the Metcom representative dismissed her concerns."


    "Typical corporate arrogance," Teer muttered. "Treating dimensional technology like it''s a new smartphone model."


    "If I may," Elamrion interjected, pulling up a holographic display, "we''ve analyzed the recording Skitters captured. Based on their conversation, Metcom plans to have these devices placed at specific locations throughout Avalon¡ªwhat they called ''convergence points.''"


    The hologram shifted to display a map of the city, with several locations marked in red.


    "These are the likely targets," the elf continued. "Major nexus points where the dimensional fabric of Avalon is particularly concentrated. The Grand Terminus, the Anatheum Institute, the Liminal District junction, and four others."


    "And their purpose?" Zark''thul asked, though again, he had already formed his own conclusions.


    "Two-fold," Teer replied, bringing up a simulation. "When activated, these devices would create small, controlled tears in dimensional fabric. Not enough to cause immediate catastrophic collapse, but sufficient to weaken the overall convergence properties of Avalon."


    The simulation showed ripples spreading from each device, eventually intersecting and causing larger distortions.


    "The Resurgents believe this will sever Avalon''s connections to other realms," Elamrion continued. "Forcing entities from other dimensions to return to their places of origin. A ''purification'' as they call it."


    "But that''s not what would actually happen," Filu observed, studying the simulation with narrowed eyes.


    "Correct," Teer agreed. "Based on our analysis, the effect would be much more... selective. The devices would disrupt most natural dimensional pathways, but they appear designed to leave certain frequencies untouched."


    "Frequencies that correspond to technologies used by Argent Shield and Metcom," Elamrion added. "They''re not trying to sever all connections¡ªthey''re trying to control which ones remain viable."


    Zark''thul watched the simulation cycle through several iterations. The pattern was elegantly destructive¡ªa precision weapon disguised as an act of terrorism. The Resurgents would take the blame for disrupting Avalon''s dimensional stability, while Metcom and Argent Shield would position themselves as saviors, using their "specially developed technology" to stabilize the rifts.


    And in the aftermath, they would control the only safe pathways between realms.


    "A monopoly on interdimensional travel and commerce," Zark''thul said, the words flat.


    "Exactly," Elamrion nodded. "And given Avalon''s nature as a convergence point for countless realities, such a monopoly would grant them unprecedented power."


    Zark''thul turned to Filu. "You''ve completed your mission admirably. Return to your quarters and prepare your squad for possible further deployment."


    The orc bowed slightly. "As you command."


    After she departed, Zark''thul addressed the researchers. "Continue your analysis. I want to know everything about these devices¡ªhow to track them, how to disable them, and how to counter their effects. Priority access to all R&D resources."


    "Of course, sir," Elamrion replied. "Though I should mention... there''s something about the void core that troubles me beyond the obvious dangers."


    "Explain."


    The elf hesitated. "It''s... alive, in a sense. Or at least reactive. During our initial scans, it seemed to... respond to stimuli in ways that suggest awareness. Almost as if something within the void is watching us through the device."


    Zark''thul felt a coldness that had nothing to do with the room''s temperature. "Isolate it further. Triple the containment protocols. And wear protective amulets at all times while working with it."


    The researchers exchanged worried glances but nodded their agreement.


    As Zark''thul left the laboratory, Elspeth fell into step beside him, her green hair shifting like living tendrils despite the absence of any breeze.


    "Sir, I''ve compiled the full report from Squad Two''s operation," she said, her voice characteristically even. "Additionally, Xashai has returned from her investigation into Metcom''s financial activities."


    "Have her meet me in the command room," he instructed. "And summon Alice as well. This situation requires a multi-faceted response."


    The elevator ascended silently, its walls displaying real-time data streams from throughout the Tower. Zark''thul barely noticed them, his thoughts consumed by the implications of what they''d discovered.


    The Void Reaches were no ordinary dimension. Unlike the relatively stable realms that converged in Avalon, the Void was a place of unmaking, of entropy and dissolution. It was a realm that the Qliphoth¡ªthe cosmic antithesis to his own eldritch kind¡ªhad long held dominion over.


    If Metcom had somehow acquired technology from the Void Reaches, they might unwittingly be serving Qliphothic interests. And if Nai''hum, or even a fragment of it, had influenced the development of these devices...


    The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, interrupting his thoughts. The command room awaited, its central console already displaying the data compiled from Squad Two''s mission.


    Xashai arrived moments later, her blue skin shimmering under the room''s lights. The Gixiet negotiator carried herself with her usual poise, but Zark''thul detected a subtle tension in her movements.


    "You''ve discovered something," he stated, not bothering with preliminaries.


    "Several things, actually," she replied, activating a holographic display with a gesture. "First, Metcom''s financial records. They''ve been purchasing properties throughout Avalon over the past six months¡ªall located near what dimensional cartographers call ''thin spots.''"


    The display showed a map of Avalon with highlighted locations.


    "These properties form a very specific pattern," Xashai continued. "When mapped against the city''s dimensional topology, they create a perfect seven-point configuration that mirrors ancient binding geometries."


    "A containment pattern," Zark''thul observed.


    "Precisely. They''re positioning themselves to control the fallout from whatever disruption they cause." She swiped to a new display. "Moreover, they''ve been quietly acquiring smaller security firms that specialize in dimensional stabilization technology. Three acquisitions in the past year, all through shell companies."


    Alice arrived, slightly breathless. "Sorry I''m late. I was compiling the market analysis you requested."


    "What have you found?" Zark''thul asked.


    The marketing director adjusted her glasses. "Well, it''s pretty clear Metcom''s been systematically undermining public confidence in Avalon''s dimensional stability. My team identified a pattern of news stories, social media campaigns, and ''expert opinions'' all subtly suggesting that Avalon''s convergence properties are becoming dangerously unstable."


    "Manufacturing a crisis to sell a solution," Xashai concluded.


    "Classic strategy," Alice nodded. "Create fear, then position yourself as the only one who can address it."


    Elspeth, who had been silently monitoring the room''s displays, spoke up. "There''s another factor we should consider. The Pinpoint Rift devices are scheduled for deployment tomorrow night, according to the intelligence gathered by Squad Two."


    "Which means we have limited time to formulate our response," Zark''thul said. "Options?"


    "From a PR perspective," Alice began, "we could expose Metcom''s manipulation. I''ve already drafted a comprehensive release detailing their fear campaign, with evidence linking them to the supposedly independent experts who''ve been predicting disaster."


    "Effective, but slow," Xashai countered. "Public opinion takes time to shift, and we have less than twenty-four hours."


    "Legal channels?" Zark''thul prompted.


    "Potentially viable," Elspeth responded. "The evidence of Void Reaches technology alone constitutes a serious violation of Avalon''s Interdimensional Commerce Regulations. The Department of Interrealm Revenue and the City Militia & Enforcement Council would both have jurisdiction."


    "Commissioner Vallin Iradex has been investigating Metcom for potential tax violations," Xashai added. "This could give him the leverage he needs to act decisively."


    Zark''thul considered the options. Each had merit, but none addressed the immediate threat of the Pinpoint Rifts. Even if Metcom''s executives were arrested today, the Resurgents would likely proceed with their plan, believing they were fulfilling their zealous mission to "purify" Avalon.


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    "We need a multi-pronged approach," he decided. "Alice, prepare your PR offensive, but hold it in reserve. Xashai, arrange a meeting with Commissioner Iradex¡ªpriority clearance, highest level of discretion."


    "And the devices themselves?" Elspeth asked.


    "For that, we need additional intelligence." Zark''thul turned to the central console, bringing up a different display. "Elspeth, contact the Anatheum Institute. Their expertise in dimensional research may prove useful in countering these devices."


    "What about direct intervention?" Xashai suggested. "Squad One has already encountered Argent Shield operatives. They could potentially intercept the devices before deployment."


    "Too risky without knowing all the placement locations," Zark''thul countered. "And based on Filu''s report, the devices are already being distributed to Resurgent cells throughout the city."


    A notification appeared on the main screen¡ªa priority communication from the R&D department. Zark''thul accepted the transmission, and Elamrion''s face appeared.


    "Sir, we''ve made a breakthrough in our analysis," the elf reported, his expression grave. "The void core in the device... it''s not just harvesting energy from dimensional friction. It''s actually creating a localized thinning of reality itself."


    "Explain," Zark''thul commanded.


    "In simple terms, it''s like a slow-acting acid on the fabric of dimensional stability. Once activated, each device creates a small ''wound'' in reality that gradually expands. If all seven devices were activated simultaneously at the convergence points Metcom has identified..."


    "The wounds would eventually connect," Zark''thul finished the thought.


    "Yes. And when they do, they would create a controlled dimensional collapse that could be shaped by whoever holds the stabilizing technology."


    The implications were clear. Metcom wasn''t just seeking to control interdimensional travel¡ªthey were attempting to fundamentally reshape Avalon''s dimensional properties according to their specifications.


    "There''s more," Elamrion continued. "We''ve detected communication signals emanating from the void core. Extremely faint, but definitely present."


    Zark''thul felt a chill that had nothing to do with physical cold. "What type of communication?"


    "We''re not sure," the elf admitted. "It''s unlike any signal pattern we''ve encountered. But it''s rhythmic, structured¡ªdefinitely not random noise."


    "Quarantine the device completely," Zark''thul ordered. "No active scans. Passive monitoring only."


    After ending the transmission, Zark''thul turned to find the others watching him expectantly. He could see the questions in their eyes, but some knowledge was too dangerous to share broadly¡ªeven with his closest advisors.


    "The situation is more critical than initially assessed," he stated, his voice deliberately calm. "We are dealing with technology that may have... unforeseen consequences beyond Metcom''s intended purposes."


    "Sir," Elspeth began carefully, "your reaction suggests you recognize something about these devices that we don''t."


    Zark''thul considered how much to reveal. The Tower staff knew he was not human, but they had no concept of what an Eldritch truly was, nor of the cosmic conflicts that had shaped existence long before their species evolved.


    "The Void Reaches are home to entities that oppose everything this reality represents," he said finally. "Beings that seek dissolution rather than creation, entropy rather than complexity. If the devices are indeed communicating with something in the Void..."


    He let the implications hang in the air.


    "Are you saying Metcom might be¡ªknowingly or unknowingly¡ªworking with these entities?" Xashai asked, her normally composed expression showing genuine alarm.


    "It''s a possibility we cannot ignore."


    The command room fell silent as they processed this revelation. Zark''thul could almost see the calculations running behind their eyes, each recontextualizing their understanding of the situation.


    Alice was the first to speak. "So we''re not just dealing with corporate espionage and market manipulation anymore. We''re talking about a potential existential threat to Avalon itself."


    "Precisely."


    "This changes our approach considerably," Xashai noted. "Legal channels may be too slow, and public opinion irrelevant if dimensional stability is compromised."


    "We need direct intervention," Elspeth concluded. "Locate and neutralize the devices before they can be activated."


    Zark''thul nodded, pleased by their quick adaptation. "Prepare two operation tracks. Track One: diplomatic and legal¡ªmeetings with authorities, evidence presentation, coalition building with affected businesses. Track Two: tactical¡ªlocate and secure the Pinpoint Rift devices, neutralize the Resurgent threat."


    "Squads One and Two?" Elspeth inquired.


    "Yes. Squad Two will focus on tracking and disabling the devices. They''re adept at finding hidden caches and disarming traps. Squad One will handle the Metcom/Argent Shield angle¡ªgathering final evidence and preparing for potential direct confrontation."


    As they began formulating the details of their response, a priority alert flashed across the command console. The Tower''s external communications system had received an incoming transmission¡ªa highly encrypted message addressed directly to Zark''thul.


    "Secure channel," he ordered, motioning for the others to continue their planning.


    The message decrypted to reveal the face of Victoria Chandler, CEO of Metcom Solutions. Her expression betrayed nothing, but Zark''thul could sense the inner conflict churning beneath her icy surface.


    "Mr. Mycroft," she greeted him. "I hope I''m not interrupting anything important."


    "Ms. Chandler," Zark''thul replied, his own expression equally inscrutable. "An unexpected communication."


    "I believe in direct approaches when circumstances warrant them," she said. "It has come to my attention that you''ve developed a sudden interest in Metcom''s operations. More specifically, in our Synergy Project."


    So she knew about Squad Two''s infiltration. Interesting that she would acknowledge it so openly.


    "I find it prudent to understand the activities of significant market players," Zark''thul replied evenly. "Especially when those activities might impact the broader business ecosystem."


    Chandler''s smile didn''t reach her eyes. "A diplomatic answer. I would expect nothing less from someone of your... unusual background."


    The subtle emphasis suggested she knew¡ªor suspected¡ªsomething about his true nature. Another interesting data point.


    "I won''t waste your time with denials or threats," she continued. "Instead, I''d like to offer you an opportunity. The Synergy Project represents the next evolution in Avalon''s development¡ªcontrolled access to interdimensional resources without the chaos and inefficiency of our current system."


    "An ambitious vision," Zark''thul observed.


    "One that could benefit from your unique perspective and capabilities. Your Tower operation has not gone unnoticed, Mr. Mycroft. The innovative approaches you''ve implemented, the unusual talents you''ve recruited¡ªthey suggest a mind that thinks beyond conventional limitations."


    "You''re proposing a partnership."


    "A mutually beneficial arrangement," she corrected. "Your organization would receive privileged access to the new dimensional pathways we''re establishing. In return, we would welcome your technical expertise in stabilizing and expanding those pathways."


    Zark''thul allowed himself a moment of genuine curiosity. "And the Resurgents? Do they understand they''re creating pathways rather than closing them?"


    Chandler''s expression flickered briefly¡ªsurprise that he knew so much, quickly masked. "The Resurgents serve their purpose, as do all pieces in this game. Their beliefs are irrelevant to the outcome."


    "And the Void Reaches technology? The risks it presents?"


    This time her surprise was more evident. "You are remarkably well-informed, Mr. Mycroft. The technology has been thoroughly contained and adapted for our purposes. The original source is irrelevant."


    Zark''thul knew this to be dangerously naive, but he merely nodded. "An interesting proposition. When would you require my answer?"


    "Time is of the essence," Chandler replied. "The project enters its implementation phase very soon. I can have contracts prepared for your review by this evening."


    "I''ll consider your offer carefully."


    "I hope you do." Her tone hardened slightly. "Opportunities of this magnitude rarely present themselves twice. Particularly to... newcomers in Avalon''s business community."


    The threat beneath the courtesy was clear enough.


    "I look forward to our next communication," Zark''thul said, ending the transmission with a gesture.


    He turned back to find the others watching him, having clearly monitored the exchange.


    "Well, that was direct," Alice remarked. "She''s not even trying to hide their intentions."


    "She believes their success is inevitable," Xashai observed. "Such confidence suggests either excellent preparation or dangerous overconfidence."


    "Or both," Elspeth added. "However, her openness provides us with valuable information. She confirmed the Synergy Project involves dimensional manipulation using Void Reaches technology, and that the Resurgents are being manipulated."


    Zark''thul moved to the central console, bringing up a new display. "Her contact also confirms they''re accelerating their timeline. The ''implementation phase'' she mentioned must refer to the deployment of the Pinpoint Rift devices."


    "Will you consider her offer?" Xashai asked carefully.


    "I already have," Zark''thul replied. "The proposition is strategically unsound. Even if I believed their control over the Void technology was as complete as Chandler claims¡ªwhich I do not¡ªallowing a single entity to control Avalon''s dimensional access would be inefficient. Competition drives innovation and prevents stagnation."


    The real reasons went far deeper, of course. Any technology derived from the Void Reaches carried the taint of Qliphothic influence¡ªanathema to his eldritch nature. Moreover, he had his own plans for dimensional travel, centered around the Tower''s unique properties.


    "We proceed as planned," he declared. "Elspeth, arrange the meeting with Commissioner Iradex. Xashai, contact Seren Welvi and the other CTI leaders¡ªtheir businesses will be directly affected by any disruption to Avalon''s dimensional stability. Alice, prepare your media package but hold it in reserve."


    As they dispersed to their assignments, Zark''thul remained at the console, contemplating the broader implications. Chandler''s confidence suggested powerful backing¡ªpotentially beyond Metcom and Argent Shield. The question was whether that backing was merely financial and political, or if something from the Void Reaches had found a foothold in this realm.


    Either way, the next twenty-four hours would prove decisive, not just for his business operations in Avalon, but potentially for the city''s very existence as a dimensional nexus.


    He activated a secure communication channel to Squad One. Byron''s face appeared on the screen, alert despite the late hour.


    "Sir," the REDLINE agent acknowledged.


    "Prepare your team for deployment," Zark''thul instructed. "Full tactical loadout. We''ve identified a critical threat to Avalon that requires immediate intervention."


    "The Metcom situation?"


    "Yes. They''re planning to destabilize Avalon''s dimensional fabric using technology derived from the Void Reaches. The consequences could be catastrophic."


    Byron nodded, his expression grim. "Understood. What are our objectives?"


    "Intelligence gathering and preparation for direct intervention. I need you to investigate Metcom headquarters¡ªspecifically, any secured areas that might house their dimensional research. Avoid engagement for now, but identify entry points and security measures for a potential operation tomorrow night."


    "And Squad Two?"


    "They''ll be tracking the Pinpoint Rift devices already distributed throughout the city. Your objectives are separate but coordinated."


    Byron nodded again. "We''ll be ready. Anything else we should know?"


    Zark''thul considered what additional information might be relevant. "The technology was derived from the Void Reaches. If you encounter any devices or materials that emit a sensation of... wrongness, avoid direct contact. These are not merely technological threats but potentially metaphysical ones."


    "Understood, sir. We''ll deploy immediately."


    After ending the communication, Zark''thul expanded his awareness to monitor the city beyond. His Thousand Eyes provided limited surveillance, and stretching them too thin risked detection by those sensitive to such methods. But a brief, focused scan of key locations could yield insights.


    He focused on the seven convergence points identified in Elamrion''s analysis, searching for any sign of Resurgent activity or dimensional disturbances. The Grand Terminus showed elevated energy readings consistent with increased dimensional flux¡ªperhaps an early testing site. The Anatheum Institute remained stable, its own protective measures likely shielding it from external influence.


    As he withdrew his awareness back to his physical form, Zark''thul reflected on the irony of his position. He¡ªan Eldritch being who had once sought to reshape reality according to his will¡ªwas now working to prevent others from doing the same.


    Not from any newfound moral perspective, of course.


    His opposition to Metcom''s plans stemmed from pure pragmatism. Their crude manipulation of dimensional forces threatened his own, more sophisticated ambitions. And if their actions had indeed drawn the attention of Qliphothic entities from the Void Reaches, that presented an existential threat to his own eldritch nature.


    The command room door slid open, admitting Elspeth once more.


    "Sir, Commissioner Iradex has agreed to meet us in one hour at a secure location," she reported. "Additionally, Director Gathren Elys from the Anatheum Institute has requested immediate consultation regarding unusual dimensional fluctuations they''ve detected throughout the city."


    "The effects have already begun," Zark''thul noted. "The devices must be emitting preparatory pulses before full activation."


    "Should I arrange transport to the Institute?"


    "Yes. And have Elamrion prepare a technical briefing on the Pinpoint Rift device. The Anatheum''s dimensional experts may see aspects we''ve overlooked."


    As Elspeth left to make the arrangements, Zark''thul turned his attention to a private display only he could see. It showed the status of the Tower''s floors¡ªfive currently accessible, with the sixth locked behind a final directive involving Nai''hum''s cult.


    If his suspicions about Qliphothic influence in the Void Reaches technology proved correct, the current crisis might provide an unexpected opportunity to advance his progress within the Tower. Confronting a fragment of Qliphothic power could serve as an alternative to the scheduled encounter with the Harvesters of Amrit.


    The timing was... fortuitous. Almost as if the Tower itself had orchestrated events to align with his development.


    Zark''thul dismissed the thought. Even for an Eldritch entity, some coincidences were merely coincidences. His focus needed to remain on the immediate threat¡ªpreventing Metcom''s dimensional manipulation and securing his position in Avalon''s power structure.


    As the various elements of his response took shape, Zark''thul allowed himself a moment of appreciation for the complexity of the challenge. This was no simple business competition or resource struggle. It was a multidimensional chess game with reality itself as the board.


    And despite the danger, he found himself enjoying the game more than he had expected.

 Chapter 40: Race Against Chaos

    "This is suicide," Urgan growled, adjusting the detection device strapped to his massive forearm. The orc''s ash-gray skin looked almost blue under the dim light of the transport vehicle. "Splitting up to cover more ground? Have you forgotten what happened last time we separated?"


    Filu glanced at the twins, who were pretending not to hear the conversation. Rakk was polishing his oversized cleaver while Vraza examined her nails with exaggerated nonchalance.


    "The situation demands it," Filu replied, checking her staff''s enchantments one final time. "Seven devices, five of us, and less than six hours until activation. Mathematics dictates our approach."


    They''d spent the morning analyzing the intelligence gathered from their warehouse raid. R&D had worked through the night to develop specialized tracking equipment calibrated to detect the unique dimensional signature of the Pinpoint Rift devices. According to their briefing, each tracker had a range of approximately two hundred meters¡ªsufficient for targeted searches but useless for citywide scanning.


    "I''m not questioning the need," Urgan insisted. "I''m questioning the team composition. Sending the twins off with Skitters is asking for trouble."


    The goblin sniper, perched atop a supply crate, grinned wickedly. "Maybe trouble what we need! Sneaky-sneaky find bombs, twins go smash-smash if guards show up!"


    "No smashing unless absolutely necessary," Filu reminded them firmly. "These are precision extraction operations. We locate the devices, disable them using the containment fields provided by R&D, and withdraw without detection."


    The transport slowed as it approached their first drop point¡ªAvalon''s commercial district, a sprawling maze of shops, restaurants, and entertainment venues. Even at this early hour, the area bustled with activity as businesses prepared for the day ahead.


    "Tracker shows elevated readings already," Filu noted, studying the device''s display. "One of the Pinpoint Rifts is definitely in this sector."


    "Makes sense," Urgan said grimly. "Maximum casualties if it activates in a populated area."


    Filu nodded. "You and I will handle this location. The twins and Skitters will continue to the infrastructure target¡ªAvalon''s primary water purification facility."


    As the transport stopped, Filu addressed the full squad one last time. "Remember your training. These devices are dangerous on multiple levels¡ªphysically, dimensionally, and potentially metaphysically. Do not attempt disarmament without proper containment protocols."


    "We got it, we got it," Rakk said impatiently. "Find shiny doom-ball, put magic bubble around it, bring home."


    "No playing with doom-ball," Vraza added solemnly, then dissolved into high-pitched laughter with her twin.


    Filu suppressed a sigh. "Communications check every thirty minutes. Report any anomalies immediately, no matter how trivial they might seem."


    The squad nodded, even the twins momentarily serious.


    "Good hunting," Filu said, stepping out of the transport with Urgan close behind.


    As the vehicle pulled away with the remaining squad members, Filu turned her attention to the commercial district spread before them.


    The street was lined with shops of every description¡ªfrom elegant boutiques selling interdimensional fashions to practical establishments offering everyday necessities. Beings from a dozen different realms moved among them, shopping, conversing, living their lives in blissful ignorance of the threat hanging over them.


    "Where do we start?" Urgan asked, activating his tracker.


    Filu closed her eyes briefly, extending her magical senses. The background magic of Avalon was chaotic here¡ªthousands of minor enchantments, protective wards, and magical advertisements creating a disorienting tapestry of energy. But beneath it all, she detected something discordant.


    "This way," she said, pointing toward a large open plaza at the center of the district. "I sense a disturbance in the ambient magical field."


    They moved through the morning crowds, Urgan''s imposing presence naturally clearing a path before them. Despite his size, the orc moved with surprising grace, his training overcoming his natural bulk.


    Filu walked beside him, her staff disguised as an ordinary walking stick, though the runes tattooed on her arms remained visible¡ªexotic enough to draw curious glances but not uncommon in a city as diverse as Avalon.


    The central plaza housed an elaborate fountain where water danced in mathematically impossible patterns, defying gravity and conventional fluid dynamics. Around it clustered outdoor caf¨¦s and performance spaces, already filling with patrons enjoying breakfast under the morning sun.


    "Tracker signal is strengthening," Urgan reported quietly. "Within one hundred meters now."


    Filu nodded, her own magical senses confirming his reading. The wrongness was stronger here, a subtle distortion in reality''s fabric that made her horns ache dully.


    "There," she murmured, indicating a maintenance building at the plaza''s edge. "The dimensional signature is emanating from within that structure."


    They approached casually, maintaining the appearance of ordinary visitors. The maintenance building was a modest structure of gray stone, its entrance secured by a simple electronic lock. A sign declared "Authorized Personnel Only" in several languages.


    "Stand guard," Filu instructed Urgan. "I''ll handle the lock."


    While the orc positioned himself to block casual observation, Filu placed her palm against the lock. She whispered words in an ancient tongue, the tattoos on her arm glowing faintly as magic flowed through them. The lock clicked open with minimal resistance.


    Inside, the building housed the mechanical systems that operated the plaza''s fountains and lighting. Pipes ran along the ceiling, while control panels lined the walls. At first glance, nothing seemed amiss¡ªjust the ordinary infrastructure of a public space.


    But their trackers told a different story, both devices now pulsing with urgent signals.


    "It''s here, but where?" Urgan muttered, scanning the room.


    Filu extended her senses again, more focused this time. "Below us."


    A service hatch in the floor led to a maintenance tunnel beneath the plaza. Urgan lifted it easily, revealing a ladder descending into dimly lit depths. The tracker signal intensified dramatically.


    "I''ll go first," Filu decided. "Be ready if we encounter resistance."


    She descended the ladder, her staff now gripped firmly in one hand, its disguise dropped to reveal its true nature as a magical focus. The tunnel below was narrow but tall enough for them to stand upright, lined with more pipes and conduits that served the plaza above.


    The air grew colder as they advanced, an unnatural chill that had nothing to do with ambient temperature. Filu''s breath began to fog before her face, and the tracker on her wrist buzzed incessantly.


    They rounded a corner and stopped abruptly.


    In a small chamber formed by the junction of several tunnels, a group of robed figures stood in a circle around a pedestal. Upon it rested a Pinpoint Rift device, identical to the one they''d recovered from the warehouse.


    But unlike that inactive prototype, this one was clearly operational¡ªits surface shifting through impossible colors while the void at its center seemed to pulse with hungry anticipation.


    Five Resurgents surrounded it, their robes adorned with celestial symbols. They were chanting in low voices, their hands raised toward the device in supplication or control¡ªFilu couldn''t tell which.


    "We can''t wait," she whispered to Urgan. "They''re activating it early."


    The orc nodded grimly, unslinging his shield from his back. "Direct approach?"


    "No choice. Containment is the priority."


    Filu raised her staff, channeling magical energy through the darkwood length. The runes along her arms ignited with crimson light as she stepped into the chamber''s entrance.


    "Step away from the device," she commanded, her voice amplified by magical resonance. "By authority of the Tower, this operation is terminated."


    The Resurgents spun toward them, expressions shifting from shock to fury. The leader¡ªa tall woman with steel-gray hair and burning eyes¡ªraised her hand toward them.


    "Intruders!" she shouted. "Protect the purifier!"


    Two Resurgents drew weapons¡ªsleek pistols that hummed with energy¡ªwhile the others continued their chant, now more urgent than before.


    "Subdue only," Filu reminded Urgan as the orc moved to engage.


    The first shots from the Resurgents'' weapons discharged not bullets but compressed pulses of dimensional energy. Urgan''s shield expanded to its full size, intercepting the blasts with a sound like tearing fabric. Each impact left momentary distortions in the air, reality briefly warping before resolving itself.


    Filu countered with a spell of her own, sweeping her staff in a precise arc that released a wave of binding energy. One Resurgent was caught in the effect, magical chains materializing around his limbs, immobilizing him instantly.


    The second gunman adjusted his aim, firing at Filu directly. She dodged sideways, the energy pulse grazing her shoulder with a sensation like ice and fire combined. The wall behind her rippled where the shot hit, stone briefly becoming liquid before solidifying again.


    Urgan charged forward, his shield before him like a battering ram. He slammed into the armed Resurgent with controlled force, pinning the man against the wall without crushing him. A precise strike to the temple, and the Resurgent slumped unconscious.


    Meanwhile, the three remaining cultists continued their ritual, their chanting reaching a fevered pitch. The Pinpoint Rift device responded, its pulsations accelerating. The void at its center seemed to expand slightly, darkness spilling outward like liquid shadow.


    "The activation sequence has begun," Filu called to Urgan. "We need the containment field now!"


    The orc reached into his pack, withdrawing a small pyramidal device¡ªR&D''s dimensional containment generator. But before he could activate it, the gray-haired woman turned from the ritual and made a sharp gesture with her hand.


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    Reality bent around them. The air between Urgan and the Pinpoint Rift solidified into a barrier of shimmering energy, blocking his approach.


    "You will not interfere with the purification," the woman declared, her voice resonating with unnatural power. "Avalon''s corruption ends today."


    "You''re being manipulated," Filu replied, advancing with her staff raised. "The devices won''t purify anything¡ªthey''re designed to create controlled dimensional pathways for Metcom''s exclusive use."


    Doubt flickered across the woman''s face¡ªa momentary hesitation Filu immediately exploited. She struck the energy barrier with her staff, channeling a counterspell through the darkwood. The barrier shattered like glass, fragments of distorted space dissipating into nothing.


    "Urgan, now!" Filu shouted, unleashing a binding spell at the remaining cultists.


    The orc lunged forward, dimensional containment device in hand. He slammed it onto the pedestal beside the Pinpoint Rift and activated it with a swift movement.


    The pyramidal device hummed to life, projecting a field of stabilizing energy around the Rift. The void core''s pulsations slowed, then stabilized as the containment field fully engaged.


    "Liar!" the gray-haired woman screamed, abandoning her ritual to attack Filu directly. Her hands blazed with dimensional energy as she launched herself forward. "The convergence must end! The unnatural must be purged!"


    Filu met the attack with her staff, the two magical energies colliding in a shower of arcane sparks. The woman was stronger than she appeared, channeling power with practiced skill. This was no amateur cultist but a trained dimensional manipulator.


    "You''re Prophet Ysedra," Filu realized, recognizing her from the warehouse encounter. "Leader of the Resurgents."


    "And you serve those who would keep Avalon chained to corruption," Ysedra spat, gathering energy for another attack. "Souls trapped between realms, never finding their true homes."


    Filu faltered momentarily, confusion flickering across her face. Souls trapped between realms? What did the prophet mean by that? Avalon was a convergence point, yes, but its denizens were living beings, not trapped souls.


    She pushed the unsettling thought aside, focusing on the immediate threat.


    "Metcom lied to you," Filu said firmly. "These devices won''t separate the realms. They''ll create controlled gateways that only Metcom can access."


    "More lies," Ysedra snarled, though uncertainty flickered in her eyes again.


    "Search your feelings," Filu urged. "You''ve sensed the wrongness in these devices. That''s why you expressed concerns to Marcus. The Void Reaches technology is unpredictable, dangerous beyond your understanding."


    The prophet hesitated, her attack momentarily faltering. It was the opening Filu needed. She swept her staff low, releasing a binding spell that caught Ysedra''s legs, immobilizing her instantly. A second sweep targeted her arms, magical restraints completing the capture.


    "This is a mistake," Ysedra gasped as she struggled against the bindings. "Without purification, Avalon will continue its unnatural existence, trapping souls in this limbo state!"


    Again, that strange claim about trapped souls. Filu filed the prophet''s words away for later consideration¡ªthey spoke to a deeper understanding of Avalon''s metaphysical structure than the Tower had shared with its Agents.


    Perhaps Zark''thul knew more than he had revealed.


    "If separation is your goal, there are other methods¡ªones that don''t risk catastrophic dimensional collapse or serve corporate interests."


    Urgan had finished securing the device and approached with the contained Pinpoint Rift. "The containment field is stable, but we should transport this to R&D as soon as possible. I don''t trust these bindings to hold indefinitely."


    Filu nodded, then activated her commlink. "First device secured. Requesting extraction at the commercial district plaza for transport back to the Tower."


    As she received confirmation, Filu turned back to the captured prophet. "How many devices have been distributed? Where are the others located?"


    Ysedra glared defiantly. "I''ll tell you nothing. The purification must¡ª"


    She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening as a faint sound reached them¡ªthe click of multiple footsteps approaching through the tunnels.


    "We have company," Urgan warned, raising his shield.


    The footsteps grew louder, approaching from multiple directions. Then figures appeared at each tunnel entrance¡ªblack-clad operatives in tactical gear, their faces concealed behind advanced helmets. The distinctive red stripe of Argent Shield marked their shoulders.


    "Well, this is unexpected," said a crisp, professional voice. A man stepped forward from among the operatives, his uniform more elaborate than the others. "Prophet Ysedra captured and the device... contained? Impressive work for amateurs."


    The man was tall and lean, with the bearing of a career officer. Though Filu had never seen him before, she recognized his voice from the warehouse conversation.


    "Lieutenant Orwin," she said. "Argent Shield''s head of operations."


    The man inclined his head slightly, seemingly amused. "You have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don''t know yours¡ªthough I recognize your employer''s handiwork." He gestured to the contained Rift device. "The Tower''s involvement was... unanticipated."


    Ysedra twisted in her magical restraints, shock and betrayal on her face. "Orwin? What is the meaning of this? You should be securing the other purifiers!"


    Orwin smiled thinly. "Change of plans, Prophet. Your usefulness has reached its conclusion."


    He nodded to his operatives, who raised their weapons¡ªnot at Filu and Urgan, but at Ysedra and the restrained cultists.


    "Stand down," Filu commanded, stepping between them. "These prisoners are under Tower protection."


    "How noble," Orwin remarked. "But ultimately futile. This operation has too much at stake to leave witnesses."


    Urgan moved to Filu''s side, shield raised. "You''ll have to go through us first."


    "Easily arranged." Orwin signaled his operatives, who activated their camouflage systems, partially fading from view. "Though I''d prefer to avoid destroying that containment device in the crossfire. Perhaps a trade? The device for your lives?"


    "You don''t understand what you''re dealing with," Filu warned. "The Void Reaches technology is unstable. Even contained, it presents risks beyond your comprehension."


    Orwin''s expression hardened. "Enough talk. Secure the device. Eliminate the witnesses."


    The Argent Shield operatives advanced, their semi-visible forms moving with military precision. Filu raised her staff, channeling defensive energy, while Urgan braced himself for impact.


    The first attacks came from multiple directions¡ªenergy weapons firing in coordinated bursts. Filu swept her staff in a wide arc, creating a barrier that deflected the initial volley. Urgan charged the nearest group, his shield absorbing impacts as he plowed into their formation.


    The maintenance chamber erupted into chaos. Filu released a series of rapid-fire spells¡ªbinding, disruptive, confusing¡ªtargeting the partially cloaked operatives. Her magical senses allowed her to track them despite their technology, though their movements were unnaturally quick.


    An operative materialized beside her, weapon raised. Filu spun, her staff connecting with his helmet with enough force to crack the visor. He staggered back, camouflage flickering, and she followed with a binding spell that immobilized him instantly.


    Across the chamber, Urgan was a juggernaut of controlled violence. His shield swept operatives aside, while precisely measured strikes rendered them unconscious without killing. Despite his bulk, the orc moved with the disciplined economy of a trained soldier, never overextending or exposing himself unnecessarily.


    "The device!" Filu called, spotting two operatives converging on the contained Pinpoint Rift.


    She couldn''t reach it in time, so she released a different spell¡ªa repulsion field that sent both operatives flying backward into the tunnel walls. The containment pyramid wobbled but remained active, its field holding steady around the deadly device.


    Orwin himself had drawn a sidearm¡ªan elegant weapon that hummed with dimensional energy. He fired not at Filu or Urgan, but at Ysedra''s magical restraints. The bindings shattered under the precise shot, freeing the prophet.


    "What are you doing?" Ysedra demanded, scrambling to her feet.


    "Creating plausible deniability," Orwin replied calmly, before turning his weapon on her.


    Filu acted without thinking, hurling a shield spell across the chamber. It materialized just in time, the dimensional bullet impacting against magical energy instead of Ysedra''s flesh.


    "Run!" Filu shouted to the prophet.


    Confusion and betrayal warred on Ysedra''s face. Then understanding dawned¡ªshe had been a pawn all along. With a final hate-filled glare at Orwin, she fled down one of the side tunnels.


    "Disappointing," Orwin remarked, adjusting his aim toward Filu. "But ultimately irrelevant. The other devices are already placed and preparing for activation."


    Before he could fire, Urgan''s shield slammed into him from the side. Orwin rolled with the impact, his military training evident in his recovery, but the interruption gave Filu the opening she needed.


    She reached into a pouch at her belt, withdrawing a small crystal R&D had provided for emergencies. Whispering the activation phrase, she hurled it to the ground at her feet.


    The crystal shattered, releasing a pulse of counterspell energy designed to disrupt technological systems. Throughout the chamber, the Argent Shield operatives'' camouflage devices failed simultaneously, rendering them fully visible.


    "Containment and retreat," Filu called to Urgan. "Priority is the device!"


    The orc nodded, fighting his way toward the Pinpoint Rift. He secured it under one arm, shield still raised with the other, and began backing toward Filu''s position.


    Orwin barked orders to his remaining operatives, reorganizing their assault now that their stealth advantage was gone. They moved to surround Filu and Urgan, cutting off escape routes.


    "We need an exit," Urgan growled, his back nearly against Filu''s now.


    Filu assessed their options rapidly. The tunnels were blocked by operatives, and fighting their way out while protecting the device would be nearly impossible. They needed a diversion.


    Her eyes fell on the pipes running along the ceiling¡ªwater mains feeding the plaza''s elaborate fountains above. An idea formed.


    "Shield up," she warned Urgan, then raised her staff toward the ceiling.


    The spell she cast was not subtle. Raw elemental force erupted from her staff, striking the pipes with devastating precision. Metal tore open, and pressurized water erupted into the chamber with explosive force.


    The operatives closest to the breach were knocked off their feet by the initial blast. Water quickly began filling the chamber, rising around their ankles within seconds.


    "Up the ladder, now!" Filu commanded, backing toward the entrance they''d used earlier.


    Urgan moved first, the contained device secured against his chest, shield covering his back as he retreated. Filu followed, casting a final spell that froze the rapidly spreading water, encasing several operatives up to their knees in instant ice.


    Orwin raised his weapon for a final shot, but another pipe burst under the continuing water pressure, knocking him sideways. By the time he recovered, Filu and Urgan had reached the ladder.


    They emerged into the maintenance building above, water already beginning to seep through the service hatch. Without pausing, they sealed it behind them and exited into the plaza.


    Outside, confusion had erupted as water began spurting from overloaded drainage systems. Plaza visitors scattered as fountains malfunctioned, spraying water in unpredictable directions.


    "Perfect cover," Urgan observed as they moved through the chaos toward their extraction point.


    Filu activated her commlink again. "Device secured. Situation complicated by Argent Shield intervention. Extraction required immediately."


    As they reached the designated point, a Tower transport descended swiftly, hovering just above the ground. They boarded quickly, the vehicle accelerating away before the doors had fully closed.


    Inside, Filu secured the contained Pinpoint Rift while Urgan kept watch through the windows for pursuit. For the moment, they appeared to have escaped cleanly.


    "One down," Urgan said grimly. "Six to go."


    Filu nodded, her expression troubled. "And Argent Shield knows we''re interfering now. They''ll increase security on the remaining devices."


    Her commlink chimed with an incoming transmission. She activated it to find Skitters'' face filling the small screen, the goblin''s expression animated with excitement.


    "Filu! Big problem at water place!" he reported breathlessly. "We find device, but weird things happening! Twins maybe touched what they shouldn''t!"


    In the background, Filu could hear what sounded like explosions, followed by Rakk''s distinctive cackling laughter.


    "Define ''weird things,''" Filu demanded, dread settling in her stomach.


    "Water moving wrong way! Up instead of down! And little dark spots opening in air, like tiny mouths!" Skitters'' image shook violently as something impacted nearby. "Also, guards shooting at us now!"


    Filu exchanged alarmed glances with Urgan. "Send your exact location. We''re coming to assist."


    "Hurry! Twins having too much fun, and I running out of bolts!"


    The transmission cut off abruptly. Filu immediately redirected the transport toward the water purification facility, hoping they weren''t already too late.


    "So much for the plan," Urgan muttered.


    "Contingencies exist for a reason," Filu replied, checking her staff''s enchantments. The battle in the tunnels had depleted her magical reserves significantly, but she had enough for another engagement if necessary.


    As their transport banked sharply, heading toward the far side of the city, Filu mentally prepared for what awaited them. The twins'' chaotic tendencies combined with dimensional instability could create unpredictable results¡ªprecisely the kind of complication they''d hoped to avoid.


    In her mind, she calculated rapidly: one device secured, potentially a second at the water facility if they could contain it, leaving five still active across Avalon. And now with Argent Shield alerted to their interference, the difficulty would increase exponentially.


    They would need help¡ªperhaps from Squad One or from Zark''thul himself. But for now, their priority was reaching the water facility before the twins'' antics triggered a full-scale dimensional incident.


    The transport accelerated to maximum speed, racing against time and chaos.

 Chapter 41: Glass Citadel

    The Glass Citadel of the Anatheum Institute rose from Avalon''s academic district like a monument to ordered thought amidst chaotic inspiration. Translucent crystalline panels shifted hues with the angle of sunlight¡ªor perhaps with cosmic alignments invisible to ordinary eyes. No two visitors ever described its colors the same way.


    Byron had read the briefing three times during the hurried transport across the city. The Anatheum stood at one of Avalon''s seven major convergence points¡ªplaces where the boundaries between dimensions grew naturally thin. If Metcom''s plan involved disrupting these points, the Institute would be a primary target.


    He studied the building''s elegant geometry as their transport descended toward the landing pad. "Evacuation status?"


    "Partial," Warren replied, scrolling through updates on his pad. "Essential research staff remained behind to secure sensitive materials and experiments. Approximately forty-two personnel still inside."


    "Including Director Elys," Clare added, sliding her hand along her rifle''s barrel one final time. "He insists on monitoring the dimensional fluctuations personally."


    The transport touched down with a gentle bump. Through the viewport, Byron could see figures in the distinctive blue robes of the Institute''s security forces establishing a perimeter around the building. They moved with efficiency born of drills and protocols, but their frequent glances skyward betrayed their unease.


    For good reason. The sky above Avalon had begun to change.


    It wasn''t anything dramatic enough to cause general panic¡ªnot yet. Just subtle wrongness that tugged at the edges of perception. Colors that shifted too quickly in the cloud patterns. Stars faintly visible despite the daylight. The sensation that the space between objects contained more distance than it should.


    "Zark''thul''s orders were explicit," Byron reminded his squad as they prepared to disembark. "We secure the Anatheum''s dimensional research and defend the convergence point until their specialists can implement countermeasures."


    "And if Argent Shield shows up?" Geneve asked, twirling a knife between her fingers, the metal catching light as it spun.


    "We handle them," Byron said simply.


    "Dibs on the first one," she replied with a tight smile.


    The transport''s doors slid open, and they stepped onto the landing pad. A woman in formal academic robes approached, her silver hair caught in the artificial breeze from their vessel''s engines.


    "Professor Maia Wynn," she introduced herself crisply, not bothering with pleasantries. "Director Elys is expecting you. Our dimensional sensors detected the first anomalies seventeen minutes ago, and they''re intensifying on a logarithmic scale."


    "Any sign of hostile activity?" Byron asked as they followed her toward the main entrance.


    "Not yet, but our security systems registered attempts to breach our digital perimeter eight minutes ago," she replied, leading them through doors that shifted from opaque to transparent as they approached. "Someone''s trying very hard to access our dimensional stabilization protocols."


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    Inside, the Anatheum''s grand atrium soared upward through all seven levels of the structure. Like the exterior, the interior walls consisted of crystalline panels that subtly changed coloration. Today, they pulsed with deeper hues than normal¡ªpurples and blues dominating where gold and silver usually prevailed.


    "The building itself is responding to the dimensional instability," Professor Wynn explained, noting their observation. "The crystalline structure is artificially grown from materials harvested from multiple realms. It serves as an early warning system of sorts."


    Warren studied the patterns with evident fascination. "Fascinating engineering. The harmonic resonance would create a self-reinforcing¡ª"


    "Later," Byron interrupted gently. "Focus."


    They entered a high-speed elevator that deposited them at the top level of the Institute. Director Gathren Elys awaited them in what appeared to be the main research hub¡ªa circular chamber ringed with monitoring equipment and staffed by researchers working with urgency.


    The director was tall even for an elf, with silver-white hair pulled back in a complex braid. His eyes held the depth that came only from centuries of observation, yet remained sharp with present focus.


    "Squad One," he acknowledged without preamble. "Your employer''s timing is fortuitous. We detected the pattern thirty minutes before the first physical manifestations appeared."


    He gestured toward the central holographic display, which showed a three-dimensional map of Avalon. Seven points glowed on the map, connected by lines of energy that pulsed in unsettling rhythm.


    "The convergence points," Byron recognized. "They''re being activated simultaneously."


    "Indeed. Someone has placed devices at each location¡ªdevices that are actively thinning the dimensional barriers. The pattern is specific, deliberate." Director Elys manipulated the display, expanding one section. "This is our location. The Anatheum contains technology designed to study and stabilize dimensional anomalies. If it falls, the entire eastern quadrant of Avalon could experience catastrophic dimensional collapse."


    "What exactly are we defending?" Byron asked.


    The director led them to a secured door at the rear of the research hub. It opened to reveal a smaller chamber housing a single device¡ªa pyramidal structure composed of interlocking crystal and metal components that hummed with barely contained energy.


    "The Harmonic Anchor," Director Elys explained. "One of seven original stabilization points established during Avalon''s founding. Each convergence point contains a similar apparatus, though they differ in design. Together, they maintain the delicate balance that allows Avalon to exist as a nexus between realms."


    Clare studied the device with a professional eye. "And Metcom wants to compromise it?"


    "Not compromise¡ªcontrol," the director corrected. "Their Pinpoint Rift devices aren''t designed to destroy the Anchors but to override them. They''re attempting to reshape Avalon''s dimensional properties according to their specifications."


    "Creating selective gateways they can monopolize," Warren theorized.


    "That was likely their original intention," Director Elys agreed. "But our readings suggest something has changed. The pattern they''ve created doesn''t match any known dimensional engineering paradigm. It''s as if..." He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "It''s as if the technology has been corrupted to serve a different purpose entirely."


    A researcher rushed into the chamber, her expression taut with urgency. "Director, we''ve detected a security breach at the western entrance. Multiple hostiles with advanced technology."


    "Argent Shield," Byron concluded. "They''re here."


    The director turned to Professor Wynn. "Begin protocol seven. Transfer all essential research to secure storage and prepare emergency stabilization measures."


    "Yes, Director," she acknowledged, already moving toward the main research hub.


    Director Elys faced Byron, his ancient eyes reflecting a gravity few humans could comprehend. "Your squad must hold them back long enough for our specialists to strengthen the Anchor. If they reach this chamber and disable our defenses, the consequences would extend far beyond corporate profit margins."


    "Understood. We''ll secure the building." Byron turned to his team. "Warren, coordinate with their security systems. I want full surveillance and control of all access points. Clare, find your perch and provide overwatch. Geneve, with me¡ªwe''ll establish a forward defensive position. Lyssa, set up a medical station here and prepare dimensional stabilization compounds."


    As the squad dispersed to their assignments, Byron activated his comm link to the Tower. "Sir, we''ve reached the Anatheum. Argent Shield forces are attempting to breach the western entrance. The Institute houses one of Avalon''s original dimensional Anchors¡ªcritical infrastructure that must be protected."


    "Their arrival was anticipated," Zark''thul replied, his voice unnaturally calm despite the crisis. "The Anchors were always their primary targets. The Pinpoint Rifts merely prepare the way by weakening the dimensional fabric sufficiently for the Anchors to be manipulated."


    "Manipulated for what purpose?"


    A brief pause, then: "Director Elys possesses a theory remarkably close to the truth. The Synergy Project has been corrupted¡ªor perhaps was always intended¡ªto serve as a summoning array."


    "For Nai''hum," Byron concluded, recalling their earlier conversation.


    "A fragment thereof. Defend the Anchor at all costs, Byron. I am coordinating with Squad Two and will arrive at the Grand Terminus when all pieces are in position."


    The communication ended, leaving Byron with questions he had no time to contemplate. He joined Geneve at a barricade established near the main elevators, where Institute security personnel had taken defensive positions.


    "Warren reports twelve hostiles at the western entrance, with more approaching," Geneve informed him. "They''re using some kind of dimensional disruption tech to bypass the outer security measures."


    "Sophisticated for a corporate security force," Byron noted.


    Geneve checked her weapons with quick, fluid movements honed through countless drills. "This stopped being about corporate security a while ago."


    "Fair point."


    The lights throughout the Institute dimmed momentarily, then returned with a subtle blue tinge. Through the windows, they could see the sky above Avalon darkening unnaturally, as if night were falling hours too early.


    Warren''s voice came through their comms. "They''ve breached the first security layer. Estimated three minutes until they reach the primary elevator shafts."


    "Acknowledged," Byron replied. "Clare, status?"


    "In position," the sniper confirmed. "I''ve established lines of sight on all major approaches. The crystalline walls are problematic¡ªvariable transparency affects targeting."


    "Adjust as needed. Priority targets are any hostiles carrying specialized equipment."


    A tremor ran through the building¡ªnot like an earthquake, but as if reality itself had shuddered. The crystalline panels surrounding them pulsed with deep violet light, then settled back to their blue hue.


    "What was that?" Geneve asked, steadying herself against the barricade.


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    "Dimensional shock wave," one of the Institute''s security personnel explained, his expression grim beneath his helmet. "One of the other convergence points must have been compromised."


    Byron''s comm activated again, this time with Lyssa''s voice. "Byron, Professor Wynn says they''re detecting massive dimensional disturbances at the Liminal District junction. The Pinpoint Rift there may have fully activated."


    Another tremor, stronger this time. The air throughout the Institute briefly shimmered, and for a moment, Byron saw ghostly overlays¡ªalternative versions of the same space, occupied by different configurations and different beings. Then reality snapped back into place, leaving an aftertaste of wrongness.


    "Institute personnel, fall back to secondary positions," Byron ordered. "Maintain communications discipline and report any dimensional anomalies immediately."


    The Institute''s security team nodded acknowledgment and withdrew to their designated fallback points, leaving Squad One to hold the primary defense line. They were professionals, but this situation exceeded standard security threats. Better to have them guard the researchers directly while Tower Agents handled the front line.


    "Here they come," Clare reported through the comm. "Elevator two is ascending rapidly."


    Byron readied his shield as Geneve took position beside him, knives drawn. The elevator indicator showed the car rising swiftly toward their floor.


    "Remember," he told her quietly, "we need at least one for questioning."


    "I''ll aim for the legs," she promised with a dangerous smile.


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    The elevator chimed with incongruous pleasantness as it reached their floor. The doors slid open to reveal four figures in tactical gear bearing the distinctive red stripe of Argent Shield. They moved with military coordination, weapons raised¡ªbut these weren''t standard firearms. The devices they carried hummed with an unsettling resonance, their barrels shifting between solid and semi-transparent states.


    "Void tech," Byron murmured, recognizing the dimensional distortion pattern from their previous encounter.


    The lead operative spotted them and barked an order. The team spread out in practiced formation, taking cover behind structural columns as they prepared to advance.


    "Anatheum Institute is under Tower protection," Byron called out, his voice steady and authoritative. "Stand down and withdraw."


    The leader''s response was a burst of energy from his weapon. The shot struck the barricade, warping the material into something that briefly stopped being solid before resoldering into a twisted configuration. Not destruction¡ªtransformation.


    "So much for diplomacy," Geneve muttered.


    Clare''s rifle cracked from her elevated position, the shot striking one operative''s weapon with deadly accuracy. The device sputtered and died, void energy discharging in a harmless shower of sparks.


    The battle erupted in earnest. Byron advanced with his shield, deflecting energy blasts that would have warped the very matter of his body had they connected. Geneve flowed around him like quicksilver, exploiting the openings his advance created. Her knives found vulnerable points in their opponents'' armor¡ªnot killing blows, but disabling strikes that severed connections to power sources and mobility systems.


    Warren coordinated from his position at the Institute''s security hub, manipulating environment controls to their advantage. Lights flashed to blind at crucial moments; ventilation systems redirected to obscure sightlines with pressurized vapor.


    Two operatives fell to Clare''s rifle, their weapons disabled and their armor''s power systems compromised. A third engaged Geneve directly, deploying a vibro-blade that hummed with the same disturbing dimensional properties as their ranged weapons.


    Byron focused on the leader, recognizing that neutralizing the command structure would disrupt their coordination. The operative was skilled, maintaining distance while directing his team with hand signals. He carried what appeared to be a more advanced version of the void weapon¡ªits housing more streamlined, its effects more controlled.


    Another dimensional tremor shook the building, stronger than before. The crystalline panels around them flared with intense light, momentarily blinding everyone in the corridor. When vision returned, reality had... shifted.


    The corridor remained structurally identical, but details had changed. The barricade''s composition was different¡ªstone instead of metal. The color scheme had altered to deep greens where blues had been. Most disconcertingly, faint phantom figures moved through the space¡ªtranslucent researchers and security personnel going about business in what appeared to be an alternate version of the same location.


    "Dimensional bleed-through," Warren reported, his voice tight with scientific fascination despite the circumstances. "The barriers between parallel versions of Avalon are thinning."


    The Argent Shield operatives seemed momentarily disoriented by the change, giving Squad One the opening they needed. Byron charged the leader, his shield connecting with enough force to stagger the man backward. Geneve appeared behind the operative in a blur of movement, her knife finding the power pack at the small of his back. The void weapon died with a discordant whine.


    Within moments, the remaining hostiles had been neutralized¡ªdisabled rather than killed, as per standard Tower protocols for intelligence-gathering.


    "Secure them," Byron ordered as the phantom images around them gradually faded, reality reasserting its primacy. "Warren, status report."


    "Second team breaching the eastern entrance," Warren replied. "Institute security is engaging, but they''re outmatched."


    "Clare, reposition to cover the eastern approach. Geneve and I will bring the prisoners to the research hub for questioning, then reinforce that position."


    As they bound the unconscious operatives, Byron examined their equipment more closely. The void weapons were even more advanced than those they''d encountered at the warehouse¡ªmore refined, more focused in their dimensional manipulation capabilities.


    "These aren''t mass-produced," he noted, carefully detaching a power cell for later analysis. "Each one''s been individually calibrated."


    "Expensive toys for a corporate hit squad," Geneve agreed.


    They brought the squad leader¡ªstill unconscious but securely restrained¡ªto the research hub, where Director Elys and his team worked frantically to reinforce the Harmonic Anchor. The device now pulsed with intense energy, responding to the dimensional disturbances rippling through Avalon.


    Professor Wynn approached them, her expression grave. "Three more convergence points have reported Pinpoint Rift activations. The Grand Terminus is showing the most severe effects¡ªsome kind of structure is forming there, drawing power from the other points."


    "A focusing array," Director Elys added without looking up from his work. "They''re channeling the dimensional disruption toward a central location."


    Byron studied the holographic display, which now showed energy flowing from six points toward the seventh¡ªthe Grand Terminus. "Can you stabilize your Anchor?"


    "We''re trying," the director replied. "But we''re fighting against an unprecedented level of dimensional interference. The mathematics are... challenging."


    The Argent Shield leader stirred, consciousness returning. His eyes focused slowly, then widened as he recognized his situation.


    "You''re making a terrible mistake," he said, voice rough from exertion. "This isn''t about corporate politics anymore. What''s coming can''t be stopped¡ªonly guided."


    "What''s coming?" Byron demanded.


    The man smiled thinly. "Liberation. This realm has existed as a lie for too long. A convergence point trapping souls in false lives, preventing them from finding their true destinations. The Fragment will correct this imbalance."


    "Nai''hum," Byron said. "You''re cultists. Harvesters of Amrit."


    A flicker of surprise crossed the man''s face. "You know more than you should. But not enough to understand. Avalon was never meant to exist as it does¡ªa patchwork of realities forcing incompatible existences to coexist. The Fragment will unravel this mistake."


    "And Metcom? Argent Shield? Where do they fit in your cosmic correction?"


    The man''s laugh held no humor. "Vessels and tools, nothing more. Chandler thought she was reshaping Avalon''s business landscape. She never realized she was being prepared as the Fragment''s anchor in this reality."


    Another tremor shook the Institute, violent enough to throw standing researchers off balance. The crystalline panels blazed with scarlet light, and the phantom images returned¡ªstronger, more substantial. Some of the ghostly researchers seemed to notice them this time, looking up in confusion as if suddenly aware of the cross-dimensional bleed-through.


    "The barriers are collapsing," Director Elys announced, his ancient voice tight with controlled urgency. "All seven Pinpoint Rifts have achieved synchronization. The dimensional field is becoming unstable throughout Avalon."


    Byron''s comm link activated. Zark''thul''s voice emerged with unusual intensity.


    "Squad One, hold your position. The Anatheum''s Anchor must remain operational. Squad Two has secured three of the Pinpoint Rifts, but the others have progressed too far for direct intervention. I am proceeding to the Grand Terminus. The final convergence happens there."


    "Understood, sir. What should we expect?"


    A pause, then: "Reality becoming...negotiable. Trust your REDLINE conditioning¡ªit will help you distinguish between valid perceptions and dimensional bleed-through."


    The link went silent. Byron turned to find Warren studying the prisoner with analytical curiosity.


    "He mentioned souls trapped in false lives," Warren noted. "That aligns with what we know of the Resurgents'' beliefs, but not typical corporate motivation."


    "Because corporate profit was never the true goal," Director Elys interjected, joining their conversation while his researchers continued their work on the Anchor. "I''ve suspected for some time that Avalon''s nature is more complex than most realize."


    "Meaning?" Byron prompted.


    The director''s ancient eyes held knowledge that seemed to transcend academic learning. "Avalon exists as both a physical city and a metaphysical waypoint. The souls of beings from countless realms converge here¡ªnot as spectral shades, but as living beings carrying the weight of forgotten lives and histories."


    "You''re saying everyone in Avalon is... dead?" Geneve asked incredulously.


    "Not dead. Transformed. Continuing. The boundaries between life and afterlife blur here." Director Elys gestured toward the windows, where the sky had darkened to an unnatural void. "That''s what makes this attack so dangerous. If the dimensional fabric collapses completely, it doesn''t just destroy a city¡ªit unravels the continuation of countless existences."


    A deafening crack split the air, and through the windows, they saw a column of darkness erupt from the direction of the Grand Terminus. It rose into the sky like an inverted spire, widening as it reached higher. Where it touched the clouds, they disintegrated into nothingness.


    "The breach has begun," Director Elys whispered.


    Another tremor rocked the building, the crystalline panels flaring with such intensity that they cracked in several places. Reality flickered around them, alternating between different versions of the same space. Researchers phased in and out of visibility, some appearing in different positions or wearing different clothing.


    "The Anchor is destabilizing!" Professor Wynn called out, rushing back to the apparatus.


    "Defensive positions," Byron ordered his squad. "Whatever happens at the Grand Terminus, our priority remains protecting this location."


    Warren''s voice came through the comm. "Byron, more hostiles approaching. At least twenty, heavily armed. And there''s something else¡ªdimensional readings indicate a localized breach forming in the Institute''s central atrium."


    Byron moved to the window overlooking the atrium below. What he saw sent ice through his veins. The air at the center of the space had begun to fold inward, reality puckering around a growing void. Unlike the dimensional bleed-through they''d witnessed earlier, this wasn''t an alternate version of the same location¡ªit was something else entirely intruding into their reality.


    Through the widening aperture, Byron caught glimpses of a landscape that defied comprehension¡ªstructures that seemed to fold in on themselves in geometrically impossible ways, illuminated by light that cast no shadows.


    "The Void Reaches," he realized. "They''re creating a secondary breach here."


    "Not possible," Director Elys insisted, joining him at the window. "The Anchor should prevent any direct incursion, even if compromised."


    "Tell that to whatever''s coming through," Geneve said, pointing to a shape beginning to emerge from the rift.


    In the atrium below, Institute security personnel scrambled to establish a perimeter around the breach, but they backed away as something pushed against the boundary between dimensions. A limb¡ªif such a terribly wrong appendage could be called that¡ªreached through the opening. It glistened with a substance that wasn''t quite fluid, its surface constantly reshaping itself as it tested the air of Avalon.


    Byron activated his comm link to the Tower with grim determination. "Sir, we have a situation at the Anatheum. A secondary breach is forming in the central atrium. Something''s coming through."


    Zark''thul''s response was immediate, his voice carrying an edge Byron had never heard before. "Do not engage directly. Hold the perimeter and protect the Anchor at all costs. I will send reinforcements."


    As the link closed, Byron turned to his squad. The strange appendage had been joined by another, both now probing the edges of the breach as if testing the dimensional barrier''s strength.


    "Whatever happens," he told them quietly, "we hold this position. For the Tower. For Avalon."


    Warren nodded grimly. "For all those souls that might never find their way without this place."


    Clare checked her rifle with methodical focus. "Just another day at the office."


    "Speak for yourself," Geneve quipped, though her knives were already in hand. "I was promised a corporate security job, not cosmic horror."


    Lyssa finished preparing a series of specialized compounds designed to stabilize dimensional anomalies. "At least it''s never boring."


    Beyond the windows, the darkness above the Grand Terminus had expanded, consuming a growing section of the sky. Whatever confrontation was occurring there would determine Avalon''s fate¡ªbut their duty remained here, protecting one critical point in a city-wide battle for reality itself.


    The thing in the atrium pulled itself further through the breach, its form defying comprehension as it twisted between dimensions. Institute security opened fire, their weapons seemingly ineffective against a being partly existing in another reality.


    Byron checked his shield''s energy reserves one final time. "Get ready."

 Chapter 42: Anchors and Anomalies

    The Void Reaches entity pulled itself further into the Anatheum''s atrium, dragging reality inward like fabric caught in machinery. Its appendages¡ªByron hesitated to call them limbs or tentacles¡ªwrithed with impossible geometries, folding through dimensions that human perception couldn''t process. Each movement left afterimages that lingered too long, as if time itself struggled to reconcile the creature''s existence.


    "What the hell is that?" Geneve whispered, knives ready but useless against such an adversary.


    "Director?" Byron prompted, glancing at the ancient elf.


    Director Elys''s face had gone ashen. "A Voidspawn. A lesser servitor of the entities that dwell in the spaces between realities. We''ve theorized about them, but never..." He swallowed hard. "Never confirmed their existence outside theoretical models."


    Below, Institute security forces had formed a defensive perimeter around the breach. They fired energy weapons that barely registered against the creature''s unfathomable form. Where the beams struck, reality itself seemed to bow inward before snapping back with visible distortion waves.


    "Conventional weapons are useless," Warren observed, his analytical mind already calculating alternatives. "It exists partially outside our dimensional constraints."


    Byron activated his comm. "Clare, maintain your position securing the Anchor chamber. Lyssa, we need those stabilization compounds now."


    The REDLINE medic was already moving, her medical case open as she prepared specialized formulas designed to counteract dimensional instability. "These weren''t meant for something this scale," she warned, hands swift and sure despite her words. "I can adapt the mixture, but I''ll need a delivery mechanism with enough range."


    Warren studied the atrium''s layout. "The environmental control systems. We could use the ventilation to disperse an aerosolized version throughout the space."


    "That might work," Director Elys agreed. "But we''ll need to modify the compound to target the specific dimensional frequency of the breach."


    A tremor shook the building, stronger than before. The crystalline panels that formed the Anatheum''s walls cracked in several places, shards falling to the floor. The entity below seemed to feed on the dimensional instability, growing more substantial with each fluctuation.


    "Professor Wynn," Director Elys called to his colleague, who was coordinating the researchers at the Harmonic Anchor. "Initiate Protocol Eleven."


    The professor looked up sharply. "Director, that protocol is purely theoretical¡ªwe''ve never tested it outside simulations."


    "We don''t have the luxury of caution," he replied. "The Voidspawn is being drawn to the Anchor. If it reaches the chamber, we lose everything."


    Byron divided his attention between the emerging threat and the scientists'' urgent conversation. "What''s Protocol Eleven?"


    "A dimensional firewall," Director Elys explained. "It creates a localized reinforcement of reality''s basic parameters, like fortifying the walls of a castle against siege. Theoretically, it should prevent the Voidspawn from approaching the Anchor while we develop a more permanent solution."


    "And practically?" Geneve asked.


    The director''s ancient eyes reflected centuries of carefully measured risks. "It might accelerate the breach collapse or cause a dimensional rebound that destroys this section of the Institute."


    "Wonderful options," Geneve muttered.


    Byron made his decision. "Implement the protocol. Warren, assist Professor Wynn with the firewall calculations. Geneve, with me¡ªwe''ll buy them time."


    As Warren joined the researchers, Byron and Geneve headed for the emergency stairwell. They descended rapidly, passing Institute personnel evacuating upward, faces etched with terror.


    "What exactly is our plan?" Geneve asked as they reached the atrium level door.


    "Distraction," Byron replied, checking his shield''s energy levels. "The entity seems drawn to dimensional energy. Our REDLINE conditioning gives us a unique signature¡ªdifferent from the local population."


    "So we''re bait," Geneve concluded with a half-smile. "At least we''re special bait."


    The atrium door slid open, revealing chaos. The once-elegant space had transformed into a battleground against incomprehensible horror. The Voidspawn now occupied the center of the room, its mass difficult to gauge as parts of it slipped in and out of perceptible reality. The air around it warped visibly, light bending at impossible angles.


    Institute security forces had established a fighting retreat, maintaining a perimeter while evacuating civilians. Their commander spotted Byron and approached quickly.


    "Tower Agents," he acknowledged. "Our weapons are ineffective, and we''re losing ground. Three of my team touched those... appendages. They just disappeared¡ªnot disintegrated, just gone, as if they never existed."


    Byron nodded grimly. "Fall back to the secondary perimeter. We''re implementing special countermeasures."


    As the security forces withdrew, Byron activated his comm. "Lyssa, status on the compound?"


    "Almost ready," she replied. "Warren''s calculated the dispersal parameters. We need five minutes to reconfigure the ventilation system."


    "Copy. Starting distraction protocol."


    Byron''s shield expanded to full combat configuration, a glowing blue barrier humming with Tower-engineered energy. He advanced toward the entity, keeping his movements deliberate.


    "Hey, ugly!" Geneve called out, stepping away from Byron to create two targets. "Looking for dimensional energy? Try this!"


    She activated a small device provided by R&D¡ªa dimensional resonator that emitted a frequency specifically calibrated to attract void-sensitive entities. The Voidspawn responded immediately, several of its appendages twisting toward her with unnatural speed.


    "It worked!" Geneve shouted, dodging sideways as the limbs grasped at empty air. "Now what?"


    "Keep moving," Byron ordered, activating his own resonator. "Circle the perimeter, stay at maximum distance."


    The creature''s attention split between them, its form rippling as it tracked both energy sources. This close, Byron could see the fundamental wrongness of its composition¡ªnot flesh or matter, but something that occupied similar conceptual space while following entirely different physical laws.


    Where it touched the floor, reality itself seemed to thin, becoming translucent to reveal glimpses of the Void Reaches beyond. A landscape of twisted non-Euclidean structures and geometries that hurt the eyes to observe, illuminated by light that somehow cast darkness instead of banishing it.


    Byron''s comm crackled. "Protocol Eleven initializing," Warren reported. "Initial calculations complete. Director Elys says to clear the north side immediately¡ªthe dimensional firewall will manifest there first."


    "Acknowledged." Byron signaled Geneve, who nodded and directed her evasive movement southward.


    The Voidspawn surged toward Byron, perhaps sensing the impending threat. He raised his shield as one appendage whipped toward him. The impact transferred no physical force but sent a jolt of wrongness through his nervous system¡ªlike hearing a color or tasting a sound, sensory inputs crossing in ways the human brain wasn''t designed to process.


    His REDLINE conditioning prevented immediate shutdown, but static filled his vision momentarily. When it cleared, the appendage was pressing against his shield, causing ripples of distortion across its energy field.


    "The shield''s holding," he reported, backing away steadily. "But not for long. The entity is consuming the energy."


    "Thirty seconds to firewall activation," Warren responded.


    A new voice joined the comm channel¡ªClare''s. "Byron, we have another problem. More Argent Shield operatives have breached the east entrance. They''re heading for the Anchor chamber."


    "Can you hold them?"


    "Yes, but they''re not alone. They''ve brought cultists with them¡ªHarvesters of Amrit, according to their robes."


    The situation was deteriorating faster than anticipated. Byron made a quick tactical adjustment. "Geneve, return to the Anchor chamber and support Clare. I''ll handle the distraction alone."


    "Are you insane?" she protested. "That thing almost got you with shields up!"


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    "Go!" he ordered. "The Anchor is the priority. If it falls, nothing else matters."


    Geneve hesitated, then cursed under her breath. "Don''t die," she called as she sprinted for the east stairwell.


    Byron continued his careful retreat, drawing the Voidspawn toward the north wall. The entity seemed to be adapting to their reality, its movements becoming more coordinated, more purposeful. Not mindless destruction, but calculated exploration.


    "Firewall activating in ten seconds," Warren announced. "Nine... eight..."


    The building''s crystalline architecture began to hum with increasing resonance. The undamaged panels shifted hue, changing from their current deep violet to a searing white-gold.


    "Three... two... one... now!"


    Energy surged through the Anatheum''s structural framework, channeled through carefully calculated pathways. The north wall erupted with light as reality itself hardened, dimensional parameters locking into place with mathematical rigidity. The effect spread outward in a visible wave, like frost forming on glass.


    The Voidspawn recoiled from the advancing firewall, its appendages curling inward. It emitted no sound, but Byron felt something like a scream resonate through the dimensional fabric around him. The entity retreated toward its breach, which had begun to fluctuate wildly.


    "It''s working," Byron reported, maintaining his position despite the overwhelming urge to flee from the wrongness permeating the space. "The entity is withdrawing."


    "Dimensional firewall at sixty percent stability," Warren responded. "We''re seeing strain in the building''s structural matrix. The crystalline panels weren''t designed to channel this much energy."


    Above, several panels shattered, raining glittering shards onto the atrium floor. Each broken panel created a weak point in the firewall, and the Voidspawn seemed to sense this, directing its appendages toward these vulnerabilities.


    "Warren, the firewall is failing at section seven," Byron called, noting the entity''s strategy. "Can you reinforce?"


    "Negative. We''re at maximum output. The system wasn''t built for¡ª" Warren''s voice cut off, replaced by static.


    The comm network failed as dimensional interference increased. Byron was on his own. He advanced toward the entity, shield raised, drawing its attention from the weakening firewall. If it breached that barrier, it would have a direct path to the Anchor chamber.


    His REDLINE conditioning gave him heightened awareness of the dimensional energies swirling through the atrium. He could feel the firewall''s structure¡ªa lattice of reinforced reality pushing back against the intrusion. But it was failing, collapsing inward at points where the crystalline architecture had fractured.


    The Voidspawn sensed the opportunity, concentrating its mass against these weak points. Byron needed another strategy¡ªfast.


    A movement caught his eye. Lyssa had appeared at a service entrance, carrying a canister with hazard markings. She gestured urgently toward the ventilation controls on the western wall.


    Understanding immediately, Byron changed direction, sprinting toward the control panel. The Voidspawn noticed, sending appendages to intercept him. He slid beneath one writhing limb, rolled to his feet, and continued his charge.


    The control panel was ten meters away.


    Six.


    Two.


    An appendage whipped around, cutting off his approach. Byron didn''t slow¡ªhe leapt, using his shield as a barrier between himself and the dimensional anomaly. The contact sent shockwaves of distortion through his perception, but his momentum carried him past.


    He crashed into the control panel, fingers already moving across the interface. The ventilation system acknowledged his commands, cycling to emergency protocols. Now he just needed to¡ª


    The panel went dark as power fluctuated throughout the building. Manual override. He needed the manual override.


    Byron tore open the access panel beneath the controls, revealing mechanical backups. He slammed his palm against the emergency ventilation switch just as Lyssa reached the nearest vent intake, attaching her canister and stepping back.


    The compound dispersed into the system with a hiss of pressurized gas. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the air throughout the atrium began to shimmer, not with dimensional instability but with a counteracting force¡ªa chemical stabilizer specifically designed to reinforce local reality parameters.


    The Voidspawn''s movements slowed as the compound engulfed it. Its appendages, which had been flowing with liquid grace, became jerky and disjointed. The breach itself contracted slightly, dimensional barriers reasserting themselves under the stabilizer''s influence.


    "It''s working," Lyssa called across the atrium. "But the concentration isn''t high enough for complete neutralization!"


    She was right. The entity had been slowed, not stopped. It continued its methodical assault on the firewall''s weak points, though with diminished effectiveness.


    Byron''s comm crackled back to life, Warren''s voice breaking through the static. "¡ªprotocol modification complete. Director Elys is ready to implement the final phase."


    "What final phase?" Byron demanded.


    "We''re inverting the Anchor''s resonance pattern," Warren explained, his voice fading in and out. "Instead of stabilizing local reality, we''ll create a dimensional repulsion field. In theory, it should force the entity back through its breach and seal the opening."


    "In theory," Byron repeated. "And if it fails?"


    "The Anchor could shatter, taking half the Institute with it."


    Byron surveyed the deteriorating situation. The firewall was failing at multiple points now. Institute security forces had withdrawn to final defensive positions. The Voidspawn, though slowed by Lyssa''s compound, continued its inexorable advance.


    "Do it," he ordered. "Lyssa and I will evacuate the atrium."


    He signaled to Lyssa, who nodded and began making her way toward the remaining security personnel. Byron headed in the opposite direction, gathering stragglers and directing them toward exit routes.


    "Repulsion field initializing," Warren announced. "Estimated activation in ninety seconds."


    Byron felt it before he saw it¡ªa shifting in the dimensional fabric of the Institute, like air pressure changing before a storm. The Harmonic Anchor was reconfiguring, its stabilizing influence transforming into something else entirely.


    The crystalline architecture of the Anatheum began to resonate with a harmonic frequency that set Byron''s teeth on edge. Even his REDLINE conditioning couldn''t fully filter the sensation of reality itself being manipulated at a fundamental level.


    "Thirty seconds," Warren reported. "Get clear of the central atrium."


    Byron reached the last group of security personnel, shepherding them toward the exits. "Move! Cleared area now!"


    As they withdrew to the perimeter corridors, Byron turned for a final assessment. The Voidspawn had sensed the changing energies and was now focusing its full attention on the Anchor chamber several floors above. It abandoned its methodical approach to the firewall, instead launching a desperate assault against the building''s structure.


    "It knows," Byron realized. "It knows what we''re attempting."


    The countdown reached zero. The Harmonic Anchor released its stored energy in a single, concentrated wave. The effect wasn''t visible to normal sight, but Byron''s enhanced perception caught glimpses¡ªreality itself flexing outward from the Anchor chamber, pushing against anything that didn''t belong in this dimensional plane.


    The Voidspawn''s form contorted as the wave struck it. Appendages that had been reaching toward the upper floors were suddenly wrenched backward, drawn toward the breach from which they had emerged. The entity fought against the pull, anchoring itself to fragments of local reality, but the repulsion field continued to intensify.


    The breach began to contract, its edges drawn inward by the Anchor''s reconfigured energy. The Voidspawn, now in full retreat, struggled to maintain its presence in Avalon''s reality as it was inexorably pushed back toward the Void Reaches.


    With a final surge of power from the Anchor, the entity vanished through the diminishing aperture. The breach collapsed with a sound like reality itself exhaling, leaving behind nothing but a shimmering afterimage that quickly faded.


    Silence fell across the atrium. The firewall dissolved as the emergency systems powered down, crystalline panels returning to their normal state¡ªthough many remained cracked or shattered entirely.


    Byron''s comm activated. "Atrium clear," Warren reported. "The breach is sealed. But we''ve got a situation in the Anchor chamber."


    "On my way," Byron responded, already moving toward the stairwell.


    He took the stairs three at a time, pushing his enhanced physiology to its limits. When he reached the research level, he found chaos of a different sort. The corridor outside the Anchor chamber bore signs of intense combat¡ªscorched walls, broken equipment, bodies of Argent Shield operatives.


    Inside the chamber, Clare stood guard over several wounded security personnel. Her rifle was deployed, covering the entrance with unwavering focus. Geneve prowled the perimeter, blood on her knives and a superficial cut across her cheek.


    "Report," Byron demanded.


    "We repelled the assault," Clare replied. "Sixteen hostiles¡ªmix of Argent Shield and Harvesters. They came in waves, like they knew exactly when to strike."


    "They were coordinating with the Voidspawn attack," Warren suggested, looking up from where he assisted Professor Wynn with the Anchor''s recalibration. "Creating a diversion at the atrium while attempting to seize the Anchor directly."


    Director Elys approached, his ancient face drawn with exhaustion. "The coordination wasn''t coincidental. The Harvesters of Amrit serve the same entities that sent the Voidspawn¡ªthe Qliphoth. This was a multi-pronged assault."


    Geneve kicked one of the fallen cultists, turning over his body to reveal a robe adorned with eldritch symbols. "This one kept babbling about ''the Fragment'' before Clare put him down. Said it was already manifesting at the Grand Terminus."


    A researcher rushed into the chamber, her expression urgent. "Director! We''re receiving reports from across Avalon. The Grand Terminus¡ªsomething''s happening there. A major dimensional breach, far larger than what we experienced here."


    The holographic display in the center of the room shifted to show a citywide view. A massive column of darkness rose from the Grand Terminus, spreading outward as it reached the sky. Where it touched, reality itself seemed to fold inward, leaving nothing behind.


    "The master node," Director Elys whispered. "The Pinpoint Rift there must be fully activated."


    Byron''s comm activated with a priority signal from the Tower. Zark''thul''s voice came through with unusual intensity.


    "Squad One, status report."


    "Anatheum secure, sir. We''ve neutralized a Voidspawn incursion and repelled Argent Shield forces. The Harmonic Anchor is intact."


    "Well done." Zark''thul paused, and when he continued, his voice carried an edge Byron had never heard before. "I am proceeding to the Grand Terminus. Squad Two has contained three of the Pinpoint Rifts but reports the central device cannot be deactivated conventionally."


    "Our orders?"


    "Secure the Anatheum until reinforcements arrive, then proceed to the Grand Terminus. What emerges there will require... specialized countermeasures."


    Something in Zark''thul''s tone sent a chill through Byron''s spine. For the first time, he wondered exactly what form those "specialized countermeasures" might take¡ªand what they might reveal about their employer.


    "Understood, sir. We''ll hold position."


    As the communication ended, Byron turned to find his squad watching him. They''d all heard the exchange, and similar questions reflected in their eyes.


    "What exactly is Zark''thul planning?" Clare asked, voicing what they were all thinking.


    "I don''t know," Byron admitted. "But whatever''s coming through that breach at the Grand Terminus, I''m guessing he''s the only one who stands a chance against it."

 Chapter 43: Dimensional Dissonance (Part 1)

    Water shouldn''t flow upward.


    Filu ducked as a stream of liquid shot past her head, solidifying midair into crystalline shards before dissolving back into mist. Her tattooed arms burned with the strain of maintaining a protective barrier around herself and Urgan. The runes etched into her green skin flared crimson with each pulse of magic.


    "The twins have much explaining to do," she growled, staff braced against the warped floor.


    Urgan grunted agreement, his massive shield deflecting another wayward stream. The ash-gray orc''s red eyes narrowed as he scanned the chaos ahead. "If we survive to hear it."


    They''d arrived at the water purification facility to find it already compromised. According to Warren''s intelligence, the Pinpoint Rift had been installed near the primary filtration systems¡ªa strategic choice that threatened Avalon''s water supply. But what they hadn''t anticipated was the twins'' enthusiastic "investigation" triggering early activation.


    "Skitters!" Filu called into her comm. "Report!"


    Static hissed for several seconds before the goblin sniper''s voice broke through. "Filu! Filu! Bad things happening! Twins touch glowy ball, now water dancing!" A high-pitched cackle followed. "Also, guards shooting at us!"


    A section of flooring rippled beneath their feet, metal flowing like liquid before resolidifying in a different configuration. Urgan staggered but kept his balance, decades of battlefield experience evident in his steady stance.


    "We need to reach the central chamber," Filu said, consulting the facility schematics on her AetherLink. "The device should be¡ª"


    A blur of green motion cut off her words as Rakk skidded around the corner, his oversized cleaver leaving sparks along the metal floor. The goblin berserker''s yellow eyes widened at the sight of them.


    "Boss! Big gray! You come!" he shouted, bouncing with manic energy despite the dimensional chaos surrounding them. "We find shiny doom-ball! Very angry now!"


    "Where''s Vraza?" Filu demanded.


    Rakk grinned, revealing rows of needle-sharp teeth. "Sister playing with guards. They have funny guns that go BZZZZT!" He mimicked an explosion with his hands. "No hurt much though."


    Filu fought the urge to blast the goblin with a minor shock spell. "Take us to the device. Now."


    They followed Rakk through corridors where reality increasingly frayed at the edges. Pipes phased through solid walls, emptying their contents into rooms that shouldn''t have been flooded. Maintenance drones moved erratically, some floating upside down, others merged halfway into the floor.


    The facility workers had evacuated, leaving behind half-completed tasks and abandoned equipment. In their place, security forces in Metcom uniforms patrolled with weapons that hummed with dimensional energy.


    "Void tech," Urgan observed as they ducked behind a processing tank to avoid detection. "Same as Squad One reported."


    Filu nodded, stretching her magical senses outward. The signature of the Pinpoint Rift dominated everything, a discordant note that made her horns ache. But beneath it, she detected something else¡ªa familiar presence.


    "Vraza and Skitters are pinned down in the next chamber," she reported. "Four hostiles, armed with dimensional disruptors."


    Urgan readied his shield. "Plan?"


    Filu''s tattoos glowed as she traced arcane symbols in the air. "You breach, I disable. Rakk..."


    The goblin was already vibrating with excitement, cleaver raised.


    "...try not to kill anyone unless absolutely necessary."


    Rakk''s face fell momentarily before brightening again. "Can I hurt little bit?"


    "Just enough to incapacitate," Filu conceded, knowing it was the best compromise she''d get.


    They moved with coordinated precision born from months of Tower training. Urgan charged first, shield forward like a battering ram. The massive orc crashed through the doorway, immediately drawing fire from the Metcom guards.


    The dimensional disruptors discharged with a sound like reality tearing. Where the energy bolts struck Urgan''s shield, space itself rippled and distorted. But the shield¡ªenhanced with Tower technology¡ªheld against the assault.


    Filu swept in behind him, staff tracing complex patterns in the air. The runes along her arms blazed as she released a wave of counter-energy, targeted specifically at the guards'' weapons. Two of the disruptors sputtered and died, their power crystals cracking under the magical interference.


    Rakk needed no further invitation. The goblin berserker launched himself into the fray with a gleeful shriek, his cleaver whistling through the air. He struck with the flat of the blade, showing unusual restraint as he knocked one guard unconscious.


    From across the chamber, a matching green blur joined the attack. Vraza swung down from an overhead pipe, landing on the remaining guard''s shoulders. The female goblin wrapped her legs around his neck and covered his eyes with her hands.


    "Guess who?!" she cackled as the disoriented guard spun in circles, trying to dislodge her.


    Skitters emerged from behind a control panel, crossbow trained on the struggling pair. "Hold still, hold still! Skitters want clean shot!"


    "Enough!" Filu commanded, asserting control before chaos truly descended. "Secure the prisoners. Where''s the device?"


    The twins exchanged a look that combined mischief with something approximating guilt. Vraza released her grip, allowing the guard to crumple to the floor before Urgan secured him.


    "We find in big water room," Rakk explained, gesturing toward a nearby doorway. "All glowy and humming. Vraza poke with stick, then big boom! Water start dancing, so we run."


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    "You activated an interdimensional device... with a stick," Filu repeated, voice dangerously calm.


    The twins nodded in unison, apparently missing her barely contained fury.


    Skitters, more attuned to the orc mage''s moods, edged away slightly. "Not Skitters'' fault! I say ''no touch'' but twins never listen good."


    "Show me," Filu ordered, shelving her anger for later. The mission took priority over disciplining the twins.


    The central purification chamber was a vast circular space dominated by a series of concentric pools. Under normal circumstances, water would flow through these in a carefully regulated purification process. Now, however, liquids defied containment¡ªflowing upward, separating into constituent elements, or coalescing into semi-sentient shapes that reached toward anyone who approached.


    At the chamber''s center, suspended above the primary pool, hovered the Pinpoint Rift device. Unlike the prototype they''d seen in the warehouse, this one was fully activated. Its metallic surface shifted through colors that hurt the eyes, while the void core at its center had expanded to the size of a human head.


    "The dimensional breach is growing," Filu observed, tracing diagnostic runes in the air. "It''s still contained within the device, but the effect is leaking into surrounding space."


    "How do we stop it?" Urgan asked, maintaining a defensive position as Skitters and the twins secured the perimeter.


    Filu withdrew a specialized containment device from her pack¡ªa pyramidal crystal structure developed by the Tower''s R&D department. "This should stabilize the rift long enough for transport back to the Tower."


    She approached carefully, each step calculated against the unpredictable dimensional fluctuations. Water surged around her boots, sometimes solid, sometimes vapor, never consistent for more than a few seconds.


    The containment device in Filu''s hands vibrated as she approached the Pinpoint Rift, responding to the dimensional instability radiating from the void core. Her tattoos flared brighter as she wove protective magic around herself, creating a buffer against the worst of the spatial distortions.


    "Stay back," she warned the others. "If something goes wrong, be prepared to evacuate immediately."


    Twenty feet from the device, resistance increased. The air thickened like syrup, each step requiring more effort than the last. Fifteen feet, and the tattoos on her arms burned hot enough to smoke. Ten feet, and she could hear whispers¡ªvoices speaking in languages that existed before the concept of sound.


    "Boss struggling," Rakk observed, cleaver twitching nervously in his hands.


    "Should we help?" Vraza asked, unusually somber as she watched Filu fight against the dimensional current.


    Urgan shook his head, shield raised protectively. "We''d only make it worse. Her magic gives her resistance the rest of us lack."


    At five feet from the Pinpoint Rift, Filu''s forward progress halted completely. The device seemed to recognize her intent, responding with a pulse of void energy that pushed her backward. The water in the filtration pools rose in undulating columns, forming a barrier between her and the target.


    "Clever design," she muttered, studying the defensive response. "It''s not just broadcasting dimensional instability¡ªit''s actively protecting itself."


    She planted her staff on the warped floor, channeling a more focused counter-spell. The runes along the darkwood shaft ignited, matching those on her skin. The water columns wavered under her magic''s influence, their movement becoming erratic rather than purposeful.


    "The opening I make won''t last long," she called to her team. "Skitters, when I give the signal, you''ll have one chance to place the containment device."


    The goblin sniper nodded, readying the secondary containment unit they''d brought as backup. His small size and natural agility made him the logical choice for a quick insertion.


    Filu drew a deep breath, focusing her considerable magical reserves. The tattoos covering her arms weren''t merely decorative¡ªeach represented a school of magic she had mastered during her long life before the Tower. Now she called upon them all simultaneously, spilling their power into a single concentrated spell.


    "Paths Unbind, Ways Unmake," she intoned, her voice gaining resonance as she tapped into arcane energies.


    The water columns froze mid-undulation, dimensional forces momentarily suspended. A narrow corridor opened between Filu and the Pinpoint Rift, reality briefly stabilized by her magic.


    "Now, Skitters!"


    The goblin darted forward, moving with preternatural speed. His feet barely touched the ground as he wove between the frozen water columns, containment device clutched tightly to his chest. For all his usual chaotic energy, Skitters could display remarkable focus when necessary.


    He reached the Pinpoint Rift just as Filu''s spell began to falter. The water columns shuddered, dimensional forces reasserting themselves. With a final burst of speed, Skitters slammed the containment device against the Rift''s base and activated it.


    Crystalline structures sprouted from the pyramidal device, encapsulating the Rift in a lattice of dimensional stabilizers. The void core pulsed violently as containment protocols engaged, its darkness straining against the constraining geometry.


    "Got it!" Skitters cried, already retreating. "Shiny doom-ball very angry!"


    "Back to the perimeter," Filu ordered, her staff sweeping a covering arc as Skitters scrambled to safety.


    The captured Rift device emitted a sound like no earthly instrument could produce¡ªa discordant vibration that rattled bones and twisted the inner ear. The water columns collapsed, splashing back into their pools as dimensional forces reconfigured around the containment field.


    For a moment, it seemed the crisis had been averted. The chaotic dimensional effects throughout the chamber began to subside, reality reverting to its normal parameters.


    Then the void core pulsed once more¡ªharder, angrier¡ªand cracks appeared across the containment field.


    "It''s failing," Urgan observed grimly. "The device is too strong."


    Filu''s mind raced through alternatives. This Pinpoint Rift was further along in its activation sequence than they''d anticipated, thanks to the twins'' "investigation." The standard containment protocols might not be sufficient.


    Her comm unit crackled. "Squad Two, report status." Zark''thul''s voice, unnaturally calm despite the crisis unfolding across Avalon.


    "Sir, we''ve located the water facility Rift, but standard containment is failing," Filu replied. "The activation sequence is too far advanced."


    A brief pause, then: "Implement Protocol Omega. The device cannot be salvaged¡ªit must be neutralized completely."


    Protocol Omega¡ªthe last resort. Complete dimensional negation, rendering the target area temporarily outside normal space-time. Effectively erasing a small portion of reality itself.


    "Sir, that protocol has never been field-tested," Filu cautioned. "The collateral effects could¡ª"


    "Are irrelevant compared to city-wide dimensional collapse," Zark''thul interrupted. "Implement immediately. I am proceeding to the Grand Terminus."


    The communication ended. Filu turned to her squad, expression grave. "Evacuation protocol. Clear all personnel from a two-hundred-meter radius."


    "What about device?" Skitters asked, eyeing the increasingly unstable containment field.


    "I''ll handle it." Filu withdrew a small obsidian pyramid from a specialized compartment in her pack¡ªthe Omega trigger. "This requires a focused magical signature to activate properly. The rest of you would only be at risk."


    Urgan studied her face, centuries of battlefield experience allowing him to read the subtle tension in her features. "You''re not telling us everything."


    Filu met his gaze steadily. "Protocol Omega temporarily removes the target area from normal space-time. The magical feedback could be... unpredictable for the caster."


    "You mean it might kill you," he translated bluntly.


    "A calculated risk."


    The orc tank shifted his massive shield, positioning it between Filu and the twins. "We''ll clear the facility. Ten minutes enough?"


    She nodded. "More than sufficient. Go."